Showing posts with label Guest Blogger Tuesday. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Guest Blogger Tuesday. Show all posts

Tuesday, June 7, 2011

Guest Blogger Tuesday

Today's guest blogger is my very own one in a million mother! Along with many other great traits, she raised me with unreasonable expectations when it comes to food thanks to her amazing skills in the kitchen.   For this post, she is going to detail an Easter favorite - grilled rack of lamb!  Read more to find out how to make this elegant meal in your own home - no expensive trip to a restaurant necessary!

Summer Grilling

Some of my favorite recipes are so simple, yet elegant enough to serve to guests.  I had the good fortune to introduce my son-in-law Colin to his first taste of grilled rack of lamb a la Kathleen.  I know he was squirming and wishing he could go out for pizza when he heard what we were having for dinner, but with a simple marinade and perfect grilling we ate some of the most succulent lamb.  After that I do believe Colin understood why Kristin looks forward to her mama’s rack of lamb.

We’ve had the first taste of beautiful warm weather here in Portland, Oregon and it’s time for a get together with good friends!  Michelle has become one of my dearest friends, favorite grilling partner, Sous Chef and hostess extraordinaire.  Not to mention that fact that I’m in love with and godmother to her English Bulldog “Swayze” and so enjoy the company of her partner Rodney. I love them all and this will be the first of many joint-grilling experiences documented this summer for the blog.

Michelle and I decided on a menu of Marinated Grilled Rack of Lamb with Garlic Shrimp and Whipped Potatoes. Of course, you need a veggie to balance out the protein and the starch, so I suggest grilled asparagus drizzled with olive oil, salt & pepper.

You can safely assume that 1 rack of lamb will feed 2 people, however on this night we decided that with the addition of  1 ½ lbs of (12-15 count) shrimp, 2 chops per person and sides, would feed 4 hungry adults.  Double the marinade recipe if making 2 to 3 racks.

Marinade

1 cup red wine (I use either a pinot or a cab)
1/3 cup EVOO (extra virgin olive oil)
2 tablespoons chopped rosemary + 2 sprigs
3 cloves chopped (or crushed) garlic
¼ teaspoon garlic pepper
½ teaspoon coarse sea salt

Combine all ingredients (except 2 sprigs of rosemary & 2 crushed garlic cloves) in a jar with a tight fitting lid and shake well. 

1 Rack of Lamb (trimmed leaving a small cap of fat and frenched*)

1 large plastic ziplock bag

Rub the rack with the 2 remaining cloves of garlic and a sprinkling of salt & pepper.  Shred the remaining 2 sprigs of rosemary into small clumps and place on the top of the seasoned rack.  Add to plastic bag and pour in the well-shaken marinade.  The meat can be refrigerated from 2 hours to overnight.
All dressed up and ready for the marinade!
Make sure to remove the lamb from the fridge at least 1 hour before grilling. The meat should be at room temperature to assure even cooking. Preheat your grill to 400 degrees (high) for a quick sear.  When ready, place the rack meat side down on a lightly oiled grate to sear for 2 minutes, flip and sear the backside for 2 minutes.  Reduce the heat to 350 degrees and grill for approximately 6-8 minutes per side until done.

Using an instant read thermometer  to gauge interior temperature of the meat assures proper cooking of your lamb.  Here are some in varying price ranges via Amazon.com:





























Internal temperatures for lamb
Rare - 120°F
Medium Rare - 125°F
Medium - 130°F
Testing the internal temperature
Let rest for 10 minutes and cut into individual chops for serving.

The finished product!
* Frenching a rack of lamb is removing the meat, fat and membranes that connect the individual rib bones that gives the rack a clean look for an elegant meal and is a butchering technique you can do at home with a little practice. With a sharp knife trim the meat and fat from around the exposed rib bones starting from the point closet to the meat and working downward to the tip. You should be left with clean exposed rib bones.  For a more thorough and easy explanation click here.

And that's it folks! One scrumptious rack of lamb dinner!  So fancy, yet easily made in your own home.  For the sake of space, click in to read mom's recipe for the barbecued shrimp!

Tuesday, May 31, 2011

Guest Blogger Tuesday!

This week's guest blogger is the amazing Ms. Tiffany Stephens.  Tiffany is a major science buff, and in all the time I've known her there's been nothing that she's loved more than ocean life.   Read on to find out more about her wild and crazy adventures from Alaska to New Zealand!


The Nomadic Scientist

Hello all! I’m here to give you a peak into my life as a nomadic scientist and. No, not an anthropologist that studies early human migrations, but a budding field ecologist that hasn’t lived in one place for too long the past few years. I have no intention of retracing the entire road that has led to where I am now, but there must be a beginning to any tale, and the story of my sojourn begins most properly as a pig-tailed 7-year old. Did any of you wish to the sun because it was the biggest and brightest star in the sky? I certainly did, and always wished for happiness. Perhaps a little corny, but totally within reach…it’s the only thing that I’ve ever wished for knowing full well that happiness comes unexpectedly and in many forms, and really, it’s the most important thing in life. Sure, throughout adolescence superficial things mostly instigate happiness: cookie-dough ice cream, that radical Little Mermaid shirt, sparkly shoelaces, finally outrunning those nasty little boys, and sure, I still enjoy some of those things today, but their value has been miniaturized. As I matured, so did my goals and desires with how I wanted to live my life. It took me a long time to figure out that I didn’t want to value my life based on my possessions and get a job only to support the acquisition of said possession – I’ve witnessed way too many ups and downs with that lifestyle.  Instead, my goal was, and is, to work passionately in a career that adds value to both my existential life and possibly others. Honestly, nearly all life paths have the potential to do just that if you work the right angles; but I identified science, specifically marine ecology, as the best path for my personal success. Working in this field will keep my mind sharp, my body active, has potential to influence environmental policy, and allows me to see the world.

There’s a lot of story from that 7-year old girl to now, but I’ll focus on the past few years as they demonstrate how the Sun Gods appeased my youthful wishes via my career. I began study at the University of Washington knowing full well that I wanted to specialize in marine sciences. After a few years of prerequisites and other discipline requirements, I had finally earned enough flexibility to take creative control over my education. Essentially, I had convinced my department that I needed to study off-campus at a UW extension in the San Juan Archipelago, otherwise known as Friday Harbor Laboratories (FHL). Except, I didn’t want to go for just a quarter, I wanted to study there for four quarters! I took advantage of the developing Marine Biology minor and eventually was successful in convincing them that I could complete that minor + my Aquatics and Fisheries major while at FHL…they took the bait!

And so I was off and on my way to a science life abroad. Let me just say now, if you know of anyone pursuing any kind of interest remotely related to marine science, make sure that you refer them to FHL. It is full of whimsy and magic, and it is highly probable that the experience will change their life, as it did mine and more than a handful of my friends’. I went there in the beginning of 2008 to participate in the Zoobot course, which covered intertidal invertebrates (zoo-) and marine algae (-bot). Each field trip introduced new habitats where we: sifted through silts and mosses in search of microscopic creatures resembling fiery Chinese dragons (kinorhynchs) and armored 6 –legged bears (tardigrades), trawled for frilly basket sea stars (picture below) and other creatures of the deep, grappled with magenta sea urchins as large as your head, and snacked on fresh algae baked by the sun. I learned to SCUBA dive and zipped from one bay to the other in retro speedboats so that I could monitor seagrass populations. Many days were spent on an old salmon boat interpreting multi-colored charts to identify fish distributions in narrow channels and observe how seabirds, sea lions and seals altered their behavior due to fluctuations in fish location. FHL is where my infatuation with the study of animate nature grew rapidly into a full-fledged love affair.
Dead Man’s Bay, San Juan Island, WA: Using fluorescent coloring to monitor how water moves over rocks and algae along shorelines; it can give insight as to how algal spores move along and influence algal distribution.
San Juan Island, WA: One of my students found this larva of stubby squid while night lighting, very charismatic creatures!
Cattle Point, San Juan Island, WA: The underside of a limpet.
Friday Harbor, San Juan Island, WA: Every summer FHL hosts an Invertebrate Ball, where you dress like any invertebrate and party. During my first year I chose to mimic a stalked jelly.
In 2009, I graduated with a B.S. Fantastic, a degree! But like 98% of college graduates I wondered, “What now”? I had no desire to grow up, settle down, or go in whichever direction towards domestic stability. I wanted to continue my education with post-graduate studies but had a deep rumbling for field experience outside of Washington before taking the plunge. I knew zero academics outside of UW but quickly learned to put myself out there. My tried and true method was to (a) use Google to identify people with whom I wanted to work, e.g. as part of other universities, (b) archived all promising email addresses, (c) wrote a brief introduction about myself and explained why I would be a great addition to their team, and (e) attached a CV. I’ve had great success with that method. I usually email about 15-20 people, and out of those, maybe 2-3 will respond positively and ask me to submit an official job application. Anyhow, after graduation I received positive feedback from PISCO in California, the Smithsonian in Washington DC, and from the University of Alaska, Fairbanks in Juneau. Despite PISCO and the Smithsonian being well-regarded organizations, I accepted Alaska’s offer mostly because it was the road less traveled. Thank you, Robert Frost.

I packed two suitcases and was off to Juneau in September 2009, just in time for winter! Arriving during the ‘wrong’ time of year is a recurring theme. I was hired to help a PhD candidate finish her fieldwork. She was interested in juvenile king crab ecology; in particular we studied what species of fish predated on the baby crabs and how biogenic structure (living 3D structure, like kelp) influenced baby king crab survival. We were in the water every day for weeks at a time…cold! Sometimes winds whipped through so strongly that the water churned violently, ripping our experiment off the bottom and, if we were in the water, throwing us against the rocks…not at all safe, but I found it exhilarating and caught myself chuckling a few times. When weather wasn’t an issue, we contended with Steller’s sea lions. These animals are intimidating in the water and we were stalked more than a few times! There was one dive when a particularly rotund adult male lurked just far enough to where we could barely make out his shape in the paling light while two younger males dive-bombed us, whirling sediments into the water column to make visibility worse. The rotund male got closer, and closer…I still get the chills. Then on a different day, my last dive in for that stint of work, in fact, we were lucky to have gotten out of the water only five minutes before a few transient orcas (the killers of the killer whale species) swam over our study site.  Questionable situations at times, but that’s exactly why I chose Alaska. It’s wildly beautiful; a picture from my first diving day is below…gorgeous! What you can’t pick-out in the picture are the humpback whales; they were often seen far out in the channel bubble-net feeding.
Adlersheim, Juneau, Alaska: Our main diving site…who can complain? Steller’s sea lions often hauled out on the island across the way, on the left.

Juneau, Alaska: A beautiful 2nd-year juvenile that we were preparing for the field…it probably got eaten later that day by a sculpin!
After six months, the king crab project was more than finished and I needed to move on. I joined a monitoring project in Seattle for couple of months while I sent out another round of emails to potential employers. This time I received offers from Washington, Texas, and Georgia. OOMPH, the latter two were definitely not my cup of tea. However, I WOULD NOT stay in Washington, so accepted the position with Georgia Tech in Atlanta. Again, I packed two suitcases and arrived in mid-August 2010 at, again, the wrong time of year to move somewhere new. Atlanta is a sweltering, humid, disgusting place in August. At the time of my acceptance I was told that I’d be stuck in the lab 75% of the time with monthly trips to the Florida Keys for a large-scale project on fish biodiversity influence on algal biomass and biodiversity. What played out was the opposite. After two weeks in Atlanta, my boss called me to his office and told me that in three weeks I was being sent to Fiji for five months. I didn’t argue.

After a two-week stint in Florida, I hopped onto a plane to Fiji. Yeah, yeah, rough, I know. Never could I have imagined working and living in a tropical environment for so long, after all, I’m a trained temperate ecologist and working in the tropics had never really interested me; corals, huh-what? I was part of the first group to stay at our burgeoning field station in Votua Village on the Coral Coast (southern coast), and because we were the first group, the ‘field station’ wasn’t much. There was no furniture and each room had at least one cane toad, which had left ‘welcome home’ presents all over the floors. Toads were quickly removed, the station equipped for basic living, and we hit the reef. What I went there for: Past studies have shown that some algal species are detrimental to some corals, so the task handed to me was to test whether previous contact with a known species of algae induced a resistance response in targeted corals (equivalent to the chickenpox-human story). I got mixed results, but most data pointed to development of resistance (not yet published).
Votua Reef flat, Viti Levu, Fiji: Some of our harvested corals used in various experiments. We would swim around and knock off tiny fragments off of larger colonies, transplant them into cement cones with an epoxy, and then let them acclimate and grow.
Votua Reef flat, Viti Levu, Fiji: My office, coral rack in the background.
The project lasted a long time and required me to swim around the reef on my own for hours everyday. I soon learned that there were times not to be on the reef by your lonesome. The four hours of the highest tide were times for me to not be on the reef, though my colleagues never seemed to have a problem. Early in the trip, I was far out on the reef snorkeling through a corridor lined with heaps of lovely pink soft corals (Sinularia flexibilis) searching for a good place to set up an experiment. I detected non-pink movement in the corner of my eye, whipped my head left, and saw a 7-foot white-tipped reef shark swim way too close. Now, I’ll admit, white-tips aren’t scary in retrospect, but that was my first time ever seeing a shark in the wild and it was unexpected, so I was terrified. It took my entire being to take time to first gather all my tools and then head to shore, and on the way in I spotted two black-tipped reef sharks! I attributed it to the distance that I was from shore, not tidal cycle. With all fieldwork behind me, I saw sharks on probably 75% of the high-tide days. Do you ever get eerie feelings that someone or something is watching you? Sure you do. That happened on the reef a lot, one day especially so. I looked around a few times because I had missed the creature the first two scans. It turns out that a fish was staring me head-on less than 10 feet away, and this fish was a 6-foot Great Barracuda in classic striking position. And then it stretched it’s mouth – I like to think that is was gauging weather or not it could successfully attack me…it’s mouth was bigger than my head, after all. I tried solving the situation by swimming to other sections and every time I looked back the barracuda trailed behind. Yep, out of the water. From then on I made sure to work during low or near low tides. My colleagues were convinced that I was crazy because one didn’t witness sharks or the barracuda until halfway through the trip, and the second didn’t see sharks until the last week and never got to see the almighty barracuda.
Beqa Lagoon, Viti Levu, Fiji: Feeding a grey reef shark. This picture was taken during a controlled shark dive; on this dive we saw about 27 adult bull sharks, too…ecologically questionable, but a fantastic experience.
Outside of work, I found time to enjoy other aspects of Fiji. I absolutely adored visiting with the village’s children (they’re quite keen) and our neighbor Dengei, who is a quintessential Fijian Rastafarian. He is also one of the only citizens to retain traditional hut (bure) building knowledge, lives in a home made of bamboo, and just left his Fijian wife for an Italian woman. Odd mix. On most of my days off, I hiked into dense forest to swim at a nearby waterfall and natural hot springs. I was getting very settled in Fiji. Island time and function started to take a hold of me and took appreciating simple things to a new level. I was definitely upset to leave but the experience convinced me that I was ready to move onto post-graduate studies and that I wasn’t restricted to the United States.
Votua Village, Viti Levu, Fiji: A traditional Fijian meal! Cassava, taro, sweet potatoes, fish, and chicken cooked via the lovo method…raw food placed over very hot rocks and then covered with layers of leaves and dirt so that the trapped heat cooks the food.
Waya Island, Fiji: A hike to the tippy-top of this small island.

 Votua Village, Viti Levu, Fiji: Left, our neighbor Dengei putting a fresh layer of dried grass on his tradition bure. Right, the kids showing off their dinner.
 While in Fiji, I applied to three graduate programs: University of Alaska – Fairbanks, University of California – Davis, and University of Otago – in New Zealand…a huge undertaking while living in a third-world country! I returned to Atlanta in 2011 to continue with lab work and field excursions to Florida while I waited for news. When it rains, it pours. I was accepted into both Alaska and Otago. It should have been a no-brainer (duh, NZ!) but there were some ‘complications’ because I was also awarded an NSF graduate research fellowship that I could only use within U.S. borders, so I could take it to Alaska. 

I was deliberating at a park and deduced that both study systems were similar, but New Zealand offered a new and culturally different, but money-limited lifestyle and Alaska-NSF offered a familiar and financially comfortable lifestyle (the NSF fellowship covers tuition and gives awardees $30,000 per year to live off of). At one point I looked up and was reminded by the sun of my childhood wishes to be happy. I had already decided years prior that I didn’t want to value my life and base my happiness/success on possessions, and eventually concluded that personal growth would be greatest if I were to study in New Zealand and the remaining appeal with Alaska was that I could take advantage of the NSF fellowship.

I told NSF to shove it, which was invigorating because not many people have the opportunity to do so. I’m currently writing to all of you from Dunedin, New Zealand and have been here for only about three weeks as a fully matriculated resident. I’m in the midst of finalizing a large chunk of my thesis, already, and have woven in some very exciting research and adventures. The theme of my thesis is shaping-up to define the origin and fate of nearshore suspended particulate matter (SPM) in the temperate South Pacific and Southern Ocean. Basically I’ll be looking at tiny floaty things (live and dead) in the water column and investigate how carbon/energy flows through the food web using stable isotope biomarkers. The equally cool part is where I get to study. I’ll be doing most of my work Dunedin, proper, and then travel to Fiordland, the sub-Antarctic islands (Snares and Auckland Islands), and even to Antarctica.
Dunedin, New Zealand: The sunrise on my first morning here. Symbolic, much?
So there it is. A great journey, so far. I am not much one for offering advice, but the following are some things that I try to live by.
  1. Don’t hesitate hoping for the perceivably impossible.
  2. Put yourself out there, way out there.
  3. Maintain a rigorous work ethic, even during sub-optimal conditions.
  4. Know yourself and don’t cave to ill-intended criticism.
  5. Have an open, accepting, and flexible mind.
  6. Think thoroughly, speak carefully and act modestly to make sure that your words and actions represent your exact thoughts and feelings.
  7. Like the ancient Egyptians, give praise to the Sun Gods!
Cheers, everybody!


Pretty amazing, huh?  This girl definitely knows how to travel!  And just for the record, I can attest to the fact that she still gets exited over mermaid t-shirts :)  Got questions for Tiffany?  Want to know more about putting yourself out there for a job/university? Just want to convey your undying jealousy for her way of life? Leave it in the comments!

Tuesday, May 24, 2011

Guest Blogger Tuesday

After some serious lack of follow up on my part, Guest Blogger Tuesday is back!  This weeks guest blogger is the fabulous Mrs.  Jen Reed!  She's going to be sharing with you about the awesome art of wood burning.  It's something that I knew little about until I looked through the photos of her art and couldn't help but want to know more.  Colin used to dabble in wood burning in high school, but hasn't done anything in the time that I've known him, so I knew it existed, but didn't know how unique and cool it was.  Without further adieu, I'll let Jen explain the rest!

Pyrography: The Art of Wood Burning
When I was about fifteen, my mom had taken my sister and I to the craft store. She said she would get us both something to do, and since I had already tried latch hook, needle point, knitting, crochet, and basically everything else and failed, I was looking for something new and different. I wandered up and down all the isles, and found this kit that had two pieces of wood and what looked like a soldering tool. It was a wood burning kit! This looked like something I could do! I told my mom that it was what I wanted, and she chuckled a little, but said she would get it for me. Little did she know that it would become a wonderful hobby for me, and get me to branch out into other aspects of wood working.

Some people call it Pyrography, while others call it wood burning. It’s the same thing, really. It is just taking a soldering tool with different shaped tips on it to make designs in wood pieces. I have five different tools and about fifty different tips that I use for various patterns and projects. Some of the tips are good for sharp lines or thick lines, while some are better to create shadow effects. I use any kind of wood, really. I have burned on anything from oak to walnut to cedar to basswood (which happens to be my favorite). Some of the wood I have used came from stores, while some I have used has come from places I have visited, or from wood scrap piles. Wood can be found anywhere and made into art, if you have the imagination for it.
To prepare for a wood burn project, the wood needs to be sanded down so that it is smooth to the touch. When that is done, the pattern can be drawn right on the wood, or can be transferred on to the wood. I do both, it just depends on what project I am working on at the time. Some of my designs are done free hand. Others are taken from patters or photos. For those, I print out the picture, and use transfer paper taped on to the wood, and then tape the print out on to the transfer paper. From there, it’s just a matter of tracing the pattern out and getting it on to the wood. It is a fairly simple process.  

After the pattern is on the wood, you are ready to burn. Warming up the tool only takes a matter of minutes. Pick out the tip you would like to use first, and put it in the tool. Then plug the tool in to get it hot, and once it is ready, the burning can start. I usually start from the top of the pattern and work my way down, or start with the less detailed pieces of the work. The end is where you can put on a smaller tip and do the detail work. I never had any training in how to do pyrography, so this is what I have found is the best way for me to do it. It really is up to each person, though.
Coaster set
The biggest project I have completed took over forty hours of burning time, and over 30 hours of prep time. It was a coffee table for my sister and brother-in-law. The design was of a cabin, with some Labradors out front, and some ducks flying in the sky, with the dogs looking at them, and some trees and a fence and mountains along the way. For the borders I put an oak leaf pattern across the bottom and two little leaves in the middle of the top. It was one of the best projects I have ever done, and the one I am most proud of. I have also done a couple of end tables for my parents, and various other gifts for my friends and family. There are many other projects I am proud of, and can’t wait to get more going.
Completed coffee table
Wood burning is something I really enjoy doing, and sharing my work with people is a gift I love to give.  For me, it is a relaxing hobby that is fun to do, that I can get other people involved in if they want to be.  My works have presented themselves in a unique way and to give something personal that I have made for someone, and to have them know how much time and effort I have put into it, makes it even more special to that person, and to me. It makes me feel good to see them smile at seeing my artwork and to know that they really like what I have given them.

Wood burnings make great, unique, personal gifts. I sell my work and would be willing and able to work with anyone to get a design going if there is an interest.
Here is the public link to my facebook Random Crap…I Mean Crafts page if you’d like to check out some of my art. Please enjoy. If you’d like to contact me, my email is: princessburley@hotmail.com


Cool, right?  If you're interested in buying anything you see from Jen's album, or requesting a custom piece as a gift or for yourself, please email her with the details!

Tuesday, May 10, 2011

Guest Blogger Tuesday!

DC trip circa 2001
This week's guest blogger is one on my oldest and dearest friends, Miss Cathy Jan!  Cathy is a graduate student at Stanford, and is going to be sharing with us some of the trials and tribulations that I've heard reiterated by the majority of my friends who are muddling through the first years as graduate/Ph.D students.

I study electrical engineering, which isn’t very descriptive these days because the field is so diverse.  To be more specific, I work in an optics lab, and that means that I need to set up experiments with pricey components.  However, this is not a blog post about grad school or engineering.  This is a rant about bureaucracy.


About two weeks ago, I realized that I needed another beamsplitter for my experiment, which is like a glass prism.  It cost about $200.  While this may seem like a lot, keep in mind that the grants professors receive are for hundreds of thousands of dollars.  They last for years and pay the salaries of lots of grad students.  Although you often hear about poor grad students, I’ll be honest; my stipend allows me to live pretty comfortably.  In comparison, $200 is chump change.


Nominally, to purchase parts, I just have to fill out the form, get my advisor’s signature, and have the finance person in my building fax it to the vendor.  There was a minor kink though – the grant I was charging it to is actually owned by my advisor’s colleague, whom I shall call Dr. X, in the Immunology department. 


I figured the best way to get Dr. X’s signature was to go through his secretary – L – so I set off to go find her.  She told me she would see him at noon the next day.  She called me afterward, I picked up the form, and thought to myself “piece of cake!”  I then proceeded to give the paper to my finance person, who told me she couldn’t process it because the grant is outside my department.  And thus my troubles began.


I went back to L to find out who their finance person is.  Let’s call her M.  L told me that I could fax her the form but if I wanted real results, it would be easier if I just went and talked to her in person.  Being excited about setting up my experiment, I opted for the latter plan and asked for M’s address.  Turns out she works in the med school, which is halfway across campus.  Although I have a bike, Wikipedia claims that Stanford has the second largest campus in the world.  When I arrived, I discovered that it’s a three-story office building with no directory in sight.  After wandering through the cubical maze for awhile, I bumped into someone who knows M and led me to her desk.


I walked up, introduced myself, and told her what I needed.  She stared at me in silence for a few seconds.  Then: “Who are you?  I’ve never seen you before.  You need to talk to Dr. X.”  I tried to answer her questions, but she pretty much asked them over and over for five minutes.  She kept telling me that I need to ask Dr. X’s secretary to make me an appointment with him so I could ask him about it, even though I have meetings with him twice a week and his signature was on that form.  Eventually she signed the piece of paper, but only after writing down my phone number and making a copy of my student ID card. 


Though tired, I thought I was victorious and headed back to my own finance lady to give her the signed form.  Guess what?  She actually submits it into a university-wide program online, and then it has to get approved before I can order my part.  The next day, I got a call from L saying she had approved it and sent it along to M.  Yup, these are the exact same people I had to get physical signatures from.  I heard nothing for a few days, and then I got exasperated and asked my own advisor’s secretary to track down the progress of my request.  We found that M had given her approval but since I was charging it to a federal grant, I had to get another random administrator’s approval as well!  We emailed her and two days later, she approved it and sent the form back to me.


It’s been 17 days, two physical signatures, and three online approvals, and I still haven’t received my part.  My part that costs a drop in the large federal grant bucket.  My part that I could’ve charged to my credit card, selected one-day shipping, and had delivered to my apartment 16 days ago.


No wonder it takes six years to get a Ph.D.

Have you had any similar situations when dealing with bureaucracy at institutions of any kind?  It is undoubtedly one of the most frustrating aspects of working within a "system."  Be sure to share your stories, or offer support in the comments!

Tuesday, May 3, 2011

Guest Blogger Tuesday! (Updated!)

Have you ever considered trying out a yoga class?  Or even a yoga dvd?  Well, you're in luck!  Today's guest blog is all about being a yogi!  This week's lovey lady isn't just an avid practicer of yoga (I can attest to this: when she came to stay with us for the wedding the first question she asked was if there was a good place near our apartment where she could practice yoga during the week) and teacher, she's also my wonderfully fabulous sister in law!  So read on to find out more about her journey with yoga, and be sure to leave any questions you may have in the comments.

Even the cats practice yoga!
As an eleven-year yogi and a 4-year yoga instructor, I can’t help but smile whenever someone asks, “Isn’t yoga just a lot of stretching?”   There are as many variations of yoga as there are flavors of ice cream.   Some yoga styles, like Hatha Yoga and Iyengar Yoga, concentrate mainly on the expression of different postures.   Other flavors, such as Ashtanga Yoga, focus on moving repeatedly through a sequence of poses.  I practice (and teach) Vinyasa Yoga, which emphasizes synchronizing the breathe with movement.

I didn’t pick up yoga on my own.   It was actually my mom who introduced me to yoga and inspired me to keep practicing.  She had an old video called “The Method Yoga,” which we would watch together and laugh.  Eventually my mom embraced other challenges, but I loved the video and continued practicing throughout high school and college.  By the time I entered graduate school at Washington State University, I was ready to try something different, so I signed up for a Yolates class.  The combination yoga/pilates class inspired me to learn as much as I possibly could about everything yoga.
Bound Extended Angle
To answer the question asked by many curious potential yogis, no, yoga isn’t just stretching (unless you want to spend your practice stretching).  Yoga is a mind-body experience that strengthens, challenges, and stretches the body.   Like anything worth doing, yoga takes practice, which is why the act of doing yoga is called a practice.   In Vinyasa Yoga, every movement is synchronized with a breath.  There are hundreds of postures that can be practiced individually or in a flowing series of poses.  Each posture offers unique physiological benefits and when practiced in sequence, an unmatched cardiovascular challenge.

My love for yoga comes from the joy of the practice and the deep sense of accomplishment that follows every final relaxation (a short period of meditation at the end of a yoga session).  Vinyasa Yoga is difficult; don’t be fooled by people who claim that, “yoga is easy.”  Those people probably aren’t practicing yoga correctly.  True Vinyasa Yoga challenges the mind, the body and the breath.  I suppose the feeling I experience after yoga is equivalent to a “runners high,” except I never leave my mat.  And rather than feeling achy after a long run or walk, an hour of Vinyasa Yoga is both intrinsically and extrinsically restorative.   With the exception of one or two practices (where I was nursing serious shoulder injuries), I have never felt worse after a yoga session.
Dancer Pose - Oliver likes to sit on my mat just to make sure I'm practicing the postures correctly.
Part of my joy for yoga comes from sharing my passion with others.   I love teaching Vinyasa Yoga.   It’s amazing to watch people who know nothing about yoga evolve into true yogis.  I’ve been fortunate enough to teach just about every demographic, and I consider the opportunity to share my practice with others an honor.   My favorite part of teaching yoga is watching the self-discovery that occurs in new yoga practitioners.   The deeper my students delve into yoga, the more cognizant they become of their own bodies, abilities, and limitations.  Being part of that discovery process is enlightening.   It reminds me of my own struggles and triumphs, my own aptitudes and shortcomings.   In yoga philosophy, self-awareness is a fundamental stepping-stone to inner peace, a state of mind I think most people strive to achieve.

I could probably spend hours on a soapbox ranting about the awesomeness of yoga, but the best plug is to encourage everyone to sign up for a class and try it out.  I’ve recently fallen in love with BikramAshtanga Yoga practiced at 100°F for 90 minutes.  I’m also a huge fan of PowerYoga, a Vinyasa Yoga hybrid often offered at local gyms or community centers.   Like I said before, yoga takes practice.  It takes time to learn the postures and the breathing.  Patience, endurance, and perseverance are essential for building a personal yoga practice.  So go out, try a yoga class, and hopefully the next time someone asks, “Isn’t yoga just a lot of stretching?” you’ll be able to answer that question with a knowing smile.  ~Namaste.

Those are some impressive postures, right?  Interested in being a future guest blogger?  Email me or leave a comment!  I'd love to share your insights on my blog!

Tuesday, April 19, 2011

Guest Blogger Tuesday

Introducing Mrs. Shannon Schlotz and the adorable little Sophie!  Shannon is the first Tuesday guest blogger, so read more to find out about her and her pup.



Puppy Love
Plant. Pet. Baby. Despite being told a hundred times that caring for an animal does not prepare you for being in charge of a human life, I can’t seem to shake this pattern of progression from my mind. My stomach drops with guilt every time I stare at the remains of another browned houseplant. Overwater, underwater, too hot, too cold—how am I supposed to raise a child if I can’t keep a $1.99 fern from Kmart alive? For a long time I couldn’t shake the feeling that I would never be ready for kids.
So of course I hesitated when my husband suggested we add a puppy to our brand new family. And by “suggested” I mean he begged, pleaded, and bombarded me with Craigslist postings of homeless puppies until I agreed to consider it. But even as I tentatively agreed to look, I still had this nagging feeling. I still haven’t raised the plant! How can I care for the puppy?
And then we met Sophie. The moment I laid eyes on her furry, wiggly, four-legged body, the nagging thoughts in the back of my mind disappeared. Her brown puppy eyes stared into mine and the only thing I could think about was how much fun it would be to spend twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week with her.
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Fast forward to now, twelve weeks after my first encounter with that canine bundle of joy. Has every moment with Sophie been as precious and cuddle-worthy as the first? Absolutely not. Puppies are hard work! I could never have planned for this amount of stress, frustration, and responsibility. Waking up two times a night every night straight for the first month to take her out to the bathroom was enough to make me reconsider the whole “having kids” thing all together. And yet, we’ve made it work. My husband and I have adjusted our schedules, reassessed our budget, and committed ourselves to raising this puppy the best way we know how. Which makes me think, maybe I never will be ready for a baby. The more I plan it out, the more impossible it seems to prepare for such a life-changing decision. And yet this whole experience with Sophie has made me confident that we can and we will make it work. It might be a few more years before that time comes, but the nagging thoughts of failure in the back of my mind are gone. No matter how many pieces of furniture Sophie chews up, I love her. And I will make sacrifices to see her happy. And now I’ve got to go save my leather purse from her ferocious puppy teeth.

Now that you know a little more about Sophie and me, stay tuned for future blogs about her crazy antics!
So what do you think, is "plant, pet, baby" the only way to go, or is it ok to shake it up a little bit?  If you fail one step, does it mean you can't move on to the next?  And most importantly, wouldn't you say they're ready for that third step? :) Leave your feedback in the comments!