Saturday, July 20, 2013
the allen family bermuda triangle: THE ESCAPE!
it has been beyond crazy at our house for all the usual reasons, and then for one really big one--we are moving to sweden in about three weeks! for the next six months, we will have officially escaped the triangle for stockholm (although we are coming back to it in february). i will try to post regularly...however my recent history is not as promising as i would like on that front...but please do check back!
Friday, July 19, 2013
it's miniaNature
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Friday, June 21, 2013
MAMA TURKEY IN THE RAVINE!
click me to see the video!
earlier this week, we saw our most recent resident in the ravine--a wild turkey--with her TWELVE new fluffy babies! today i finally got a video of them. she is down to about eight or nine poults as of this morning (maybe more--it is hard to tell in the video), and we know she lost one to a sharp-shinned hawk yesterday. (about half of the babies should make it to adulthood, according to statistics.)
i'm thrilled at the prospect of having all these wild turkeys in the ravine...i hope they stay. any suggestions on what i could plant to entice them to make this their permanent home would be much appreciated! enjoy.
Tuesday, June 11, 2013
hello, darwin awards? i'd like to become a member.
it's as if my recent brush with mortality via poison hemlock wasn't enough. basically, think of the stupidest possible thing you could do that would result in a melted trashcan...and that's what i did. bear in mind that as a child i didn't play with fire, and thus grew into an incredibly ignorant adult.
we've had a chipmunk explosion in the triangle, and the traps are working overtime--this past week we had almost 20 little furry bastards in the trash. and, those almost 20 little furry bastards exacted a modicum of retribution by beginning to putrefy...which created a smell from hades itself...which drew flies. flies laid eggs; eggs hatched and became maggots. even after trash pickup there were still about a million maggots writhing on the bottom of my trashcan. and still with the smell from hell.
so, in my glorious ingenuity of trying to be ecologically sound and use no poison, i decided to try and kill them by pouring a gallon of vinegar in the can. it didn't kill them, and now i had vinegar-scented smell from hell. so, i dumped two pounds of salt in there with it. nothing.
so...i started looking around the garage...and i see the gas can for the lawnmower...
i figured what the hell: they're floating, gas floats, i'll just pour a pint or so on top, light it on fire, and burn them off. seriously, this is exactly what i thought would happen. what i didn't anticipate was the 20-foot column of fire that shot out of the trashcan and continued to burn (at about a 5-6 foot height then) for the next minute. i was too stunned to move.
fortunately, i managed to tell gus (yes, he was there) to run inside and get a fire extinguisher. i put the fire out literally one second before the can collapsed, which fell up against the garage...where the car was parked.
and now i've got a melted trashcan at the end of my driveway waiting for the city of iowa city to come and switch it out tomorrow. i have no idea what they will charge me. the shame, however, is free.
the aftermath. (the powdered white stuff around it is from the fire extinguisher.)
see? it doesn't say "no gasoline + matches"
sigh. i am a dumbass.
Thursday, May 30, 2013
pretty, pretty poison
meet conium maculatum, more commonly known as poison hemlock
i can't decide if this is "no good deed goes unpunished," or "a little knowledge is a dangerous thing." it might be both.
this is the walkway from the back steps to the front door of our sweet, lovely, most-appreciated, little neighborhood elementary. it's on the upper edge of a ravine, it's lush, and it was populated by the most poisonous plant in north america, poison hemlock. i saw it last year and mistook it for its less-poisonous cousin, water hemlock, but this year i knew just a little bit more and saw it for what it is/was...which is where my troubles began.
first, i got permission from the school to remove the hemlock ("it only takes .25% of a person's body weight to kill! think socrates! think of the children!"), and then i got permission to dispose of it. having pulled weeds on public property before, i at least know what questions to ask. then, i arrived at the school in my official master gardener's garb replete with ID badge, (i'm an expert, damnit!), showed the principal the area i intended to clear, she was sufficiently concerned, and the weeding commenced.
about 15 minutes into it i felt a little...off. i was having a little trouble breathing, but i chalked it up to allergens and decided to remember to carry my inhaler with me in the future. i say that a lot. the sky looked threatening, and i really wanted to get this stuff away from where the kids walk, so i pressed on.
an hour into it, i felt off and shaky, but i kept going because it hadn't rained yet and i was making good progress. my leather gloves were soaked from pulling the hemlock (it is a watery plant, kinda like jewelweed). the breathing was still a problem--would definitely bring the inhaler next time.
two hours into it, i was exhausted, not breathing well, was suuuuper thirsty, and definitely not feeling well either. i figured i was dehydrated and developing asthma. i had cleared four very full black plastic bags worth of poison hemlock, weighing about 150-200 pounds total. i got all of it cleared off and away from the sidewalk; i did a good job. i walked home, took off my clothes as soon as i went in the door, threw my gloves into a plastic bag to wash later, and took a long shower. my heart was beating like crazy--i must be dehydrated!--then started drinking as much water as i could keep down.
fast-forward three hours: time to get the bunny from school. still not feeling well, haven't eaten anything, just want to drink water, heart still beating like a hummingbird's, and i'm confused. not like "i don't get it" confused, more like i'm not able to make a thought. i walked back to the school, said hi to some friends, got asked a fairly simple question by someone, and could not formulate a response that made sense to anyone including myself. finally came to the conclusion that there may be a problem, so the bunny and i went home, and i called poison control.
in my possibly misguided quest to save some dumbass kid from themselves, i managed to poison myself with the most lethal plant in america.
poison control was remarkably not condescending or judgmental--they were actually awesome. they asked me a battery of questions, determined i was probably not going to die, but suggested that i keep drinking water. it turns out that poison hemlock and nicotiana (tobacco) share an alkaloid that makes you quite unwell after extended physical contact with it...such as by wearing soaked-through leather gloves for two hours. and, i needed to throw away the gloves as well, as the alkaloid would probably not wash out (they're gone now). they even called me back after an hour to check on me--seriously, they were great.
i managed to fall asleep by midnight, heartbeat back to normal, still thirsty but not as thirsty, but with a killer hangover-type headache. the next day i still had some muddiness in my brain, but at this point i think i can manage it. overall, it was quite the experience. so there you go--as always, my life seems to exist as a lesson for others...not necessarily in a good way.
FYI: poison control 1 (800) 222-1222.
i can't decide if this is "no good deed goes unpunished," or "a little knowledge is a dangerous thing." it might be both.
this is the walkway from the back steps to the front door of our sweet, lovely, most-appreciated, little neighborhood elementary. it's on the upper edge of a ravine, it's lush, and it was populated by the most poisonous plant in north america, poison hemlock. i saw it last year and mistook it for its less-poisonous cousin, water hemlock, but this year i knew just a little bit more and saw it for what it is/was...which is where my troubles began.
first, i got permission from the school to remove the hemlock ("it only takes .25% of a person's body weight to kill! think socrates! think of the children!"), and then i got permission to dispose of it. having pulled weeds on public property before, i at least know what questions to ask. then, i arrived at the school in my official master gardener's garb replete with ID badge, (i'm an expert, damnit!), showed the principal the area i intended to clear, she was sufficiently concerned, and the weeding commenced.
about 15 minutes into it i felt a little...off. i was having a little trouble breathing, but i chalked it up to allergens and decided to remember to carry my inhaler with me in the future. i say that a lot. the sky looked threatening, and i really wanted to get this stuff away from where the kids walk, so i pressed on.
an hour into it, i felt off and shaky, but i kept going because it hadn't rained yet and i was making good progress. my leather gloves were soaked from pulling the hemlock (it is a watery plant, kinda like jewelweed). the breathing was still a problem--would definitely bring the inhaler next time.
two hours into it, i was exhausted, not breathing well, was suuuuper thirsty, and definitely not feeling well either. i figured i was dehydrated and developing asthma. i had cleared four very full black plastic bags worth of poison hemlock, weighing about 150-200 pounds total. i got all of it cleared off and away from the sidewalk; i did a good job. i walked home, took off my clothes as soon as i went in the door, threw my gloves into a plastic bag to wash later, and took a long shower. my heart was beating like crazy--i must be dehydrated!--then started drinking as much water as i could keep down.
fast-forward three hours: time to get the bunny from school. still not feeling well, haven't eaten anything, just want to drink water, heart still beating like a hummingbird's, and i'm confused. not like "i don't get it" confused, more like i'm not able to make a thought. i walked back to the school, said hi to some friends, got asked a fairly simple question by someone, and could not formulate a response that made sense to anyone including myself. finally came to the conclusion that there may be a problem, so the bunny and i went home, and i called poison control.
in my possibly misguided quest to save some dumbass kid from themselves, i managed to poison myself with the most lethal plant in america.
poison control was remarkably not condescending or judgmental--they were actually awesome. they asked me a battery of questions, determined i was probably not going to die, but suggested that i keep drinking water. it turns out that poison hemlock and nicotiana (tobacco) share an alkaloid that makes you quite unwell after extended physical contact with it...such as by wearing soaked-through leather gloves for two hours. and, i needed to throw away the gloves as well, as the alkaloid would probably not wash out (they're gone now). they even called me back after an hour to check on me--seriously, they were great.
i managed to fall asleep by midnight, heartbeat back to normal, still thirsty but not as thirsty, but with a killer hangover-type headache. the next day i still had some muddiness in my brain, but at this point i think i can manage it. overall, it was quite the experience. so there you go--as always, my life seems to exist as a lesson for others...not necessarily in a good way.
FYI: poison control 1 (800) 222-1222.
Saturday, May 4, 2013
Tuesday, March 5, 2013
cool keys, bro
why oh why oh why don't we make our keys like this anymore? seeing these is just a recipe for happy.
Tuesday, February 19, 2013
Monday, February 18, 2013
staycation!
staycation...not what i had intended, but ultimately i think i made it work. rather than sea kayaking i got expensive drinks with rich in the middle of the day; instead of skating i got a couple of wicked cool (faux-)souvenir t-shirt.
i'll try for a southern california sojourn next year!
i'll try for a southern california sojourn next year!
Wednesday, February 13, 2013
happy vintage valentine's day!
*sigh*, already did it.
it's that time of year, kittens...happy valentine's day! i love this time of year--i totally get into the red, the pink, the chocolate, the champagne...if my arm wasn't broken i'd be roller skating under a disco ball while "endless love" blared on some ancient speakers in a couple's dance with rich. as it is i am at least rocking a red cast that is soon to be wrapped in paper heart garland.
here's my annual tribute to the valentine's days of yesteryear, a simpler, more wholesome time when you could draw a quiver of arrows draped in front of cupid's leg and not think schlong. enjoy!
and that would be on the ass of san antonio?
this is probably the angriest looking valentine ever
the nonsexual nature of the child just makes this confusing, but i do dig the skates
conversely, the oversexualized cupid makes him look more like a postpartum preteen, but again i dig the skates
holy shit. i think i'm reading cupid's religion. TMI, flyboy.
this poor child has a crush on a very young linda hunt...
ahemmm.
threatening murder is no way to woo a lass
self-centeredness is no way to woo a lass
breaking/entering and stalking are no way to woo a lass.
bondage is no way to woo a lass that you can take home to mom.
assault is no way to woo a lass...although a lollipop might work (i missed that the first 10 times i looked at it)
this year's favorite. absolutely no clue whatsoever what is going on in this card. awesome.
HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY!
it's that time of year, kittens...happy valentine's day! i love this time of year--i totally get into the red, the pink, the chocolate, the champagne...if my arm wasn't broken i'd be roller skating under a disco ball while "endless love" blared on some ancient speakers in a couple's dance with rich. as it is i am at least rocking a red cast that is soon to be wrapped in paper heart garland.
here's my annual tribute to the valentine's days of yesteryear, a simpler, more wholesome time when you could draw a quiver of arrows draped in front of cupid's leg and not think schlong. enjoy!
and that would be on the ass of san antonio?
this is probably the angriest looking valentine ever
the nonsexual nature of the child just makes this confusing, but i do dig the skates
conversely, the oversexualized cupid makes him look more like a postpartum preteen, but again i dig the skates
holy shit. i think i'm reading cupid's religion. TMI, flyboy.
this poor child has a crush on a very young linda hunt...
ahemmm.
threatening murder is no way to woo a lass
self-centeredness is no way to woo a lass
breaking/entering and stalking are no way to woo a lass.
bondage is no way to woo a lass that you can take home to mom.
assault is no way to woo a lass...although a lollipop might work (i missed that the first 10 times i looked at it)
this year's favorite. absolutely no clue whatsoever what is going on in this card. awesome.
HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY!
Friday, February 8, 2013
just a minor setback...
when you act like a jackass and skate without your protective gear, then you've got to expect that your venice-boardwalk-skating/la-jolla-cove-sea-kayaking trip to southern california will get cancelled...and it did. the more x-rays i get the more damage is found--yesterday they discovered a big ol' crack down (up?) my radius from my wrist that is currently in place but could break off easily, which would mean surgery. thus, no trip.
i did get a mighty cool cast upgrade. let the staycation begin!
sophie's putting the old cast to good use
Monday, February 4, 2013
my sunday could have been worse...
...i could have been the director of electrical services at the superdome. instead, i just got a cast for a fractured scaphoid. boo.
Thursday, January 31, 2013
Wednesday, January 30, 2013
anyone lose a cookbook?
because i found a BEAUTY literally outside my door. about two months ago i saw a book at the end of my driveway; i picked it up and displayed it for whomever lost it, then finally retrieved it after it became obvious that no one was looking for it. or no one was willing to claim they actually bought it.
after inducing gut-turning reactions from my family, i decided that everyone should behold the bounty to be found in weber kettle's "elegant fare," 1977 edition. i'm guessing weber wasn't too picky about their set designers as from looking at these images i have to assume that either they went with an unemployed porn photographer or they found the most passive-aggressive employee on their books to arrange the shots. the book itself is arranged into many chapters of types of foods, but i've narrowed them down into four convenient categories.
*warning: if you grew up in the 60s or 70s, you will have food flashbacks.
category one:
vegetable atrocities
looks harmless enough...until you zoom in on the left...
"guacamole," served in the avocado shell (is that hygenic?), with a considerably creamier texture than any guacamole i'd ever agree to eat. even the lettuce seems to be angry, and after reading the ingredients i'm mad, too:
MAYONNAISE?! who the fuck puts mayo in guacamole? no wonder i hated this stuff until i was old enough to make it myself. you need four things for guacamole: avocados, tomatoes, a tiny bit of minced onion, and at least one lime. maybe some jalapeño, probably some salt. that's it. if you're really lazy, you only need avocados and pace picante sauce.
(note the "meat loaf" comment--it'll be back again, and again, and again, like that bad guacamole repeating itself on you.)
behold the bounty of the only grill-acceptable vegetables: tomatoes, onions, bell peppers, and smattering of zucchini...
...but don't actually put them on the grill--use a cast iron skillet instead. overseason and cook to a palatable mush. hello grilled corn-on-the-cob?
there were many things off-putting about this particular table setting...
...but i had to give this particular atrocity center-stage. i have absolutely no idea why the hell anyone would stuff peas into a perfectly good tomato. do those two even mix? what did these tomatoes do to be subjected to such torture? were they forcibly impregnated by a pea monster then made to carry to term? were they rapists themselves in a former life? and then to serve them on a silver platter and surround them by pearly onions and past-its-prime parsley is really just the icing on the cake. NO.
category two:
fruit atrocities
i know what you're thinking: hawaiian luau, bitches...gonna get me some poi tonight.
until you notice the vomiting pineapple in the background. and the oddly-split orange shriveling up and curling back in on itself. ewww. luau foul. what the hell is going on with that apple, too? it's like smearing itself into another dimension to get away from the vomiting pineapple. reminds me of this:
hans holbein, "the ambassadors," 1533 (the smear is a distorted skull, meant to be a vanitas symbol...so maybe the set designer was more clever than i thought...no, no he's not.)
my first reaction to this is that it doesn't look that bad, although i sincerely doubt you can make a chicken or stuffed mushroom caps look like that on a grill. my second reaction...
...is that the second someone puts their fork in this broiling tomato they will undoubtedly be blinded by squirting, scalding tomato juices that have just been waiting patiently for revenge against the humans who humiliated them with this stupid haircut. it could happen.
category three:
psyche atrocities
i was actually going to give this image a pass until i increased its exposure settings...
...and found myself looking at the marquis de sade's dinner table. the horror.
category four:
recipe atrocities
by this point reading the actual recipes themselves seemed a bit unnecessary, but having committed myself this far i thought i'd muddle through. it didn't disappoint.
first of all, calling a thymus gland "sweetbread" doesn't make it any less disgusting. second, i don't give a shit if it has been a delicacy for eons--offal is offal. third, although it is half my gene pool, the french aren't known for avoiding foods the rest of the world would rather not think about.
"don't neglect the variations." yes, please do. creamed bacon and cabbage should be on no one's plate. on the upside, you don't have to buy a grill to prepare it.
at first it was the rumaki recipe that sounded ripe for the funning, but after reading "serve the wings on a warmed platter with the cooking liquid," i felt that an appetizer of plattered salmonella might get the prize here.
any recipe that addresses its main component in "quotes" throughout the "recipe" is most likely one that should be "avoided at all cost."
meat loaves #5 - 12 are enumerated as well. if memory serves, it was a staple of the 70s.
after inducing gut-turning reactions from my family, i decided that everyone should behold the bounty to be found in weber kettle's "elegant fare," 1977 edition. i'm guessing weber wasn't too picky about their set designers as from looking at these images i have to assume that either they went with an unemployed porn photographer or they found the most passive-aggressive employee on their books to arrange the shots. the book itself is arranged into many chapters of types of foods, but i've narrowed them down into four convenient categories.
*warning: if you grew up in the 60s or 70s, you will have food flashbacks.
category one:
vegetable atrocities
looks harmless enough...until you zoom in on the left...
"guacamole," served in the avocado shell (is that hygenic?), with a considerably creamier texture than any guacamole i'd ever agree to eat. even the lettuce seems to be angry, and after reading the ingredients i'm mad, too:
MAYONNAISE?! who the fuck puts mayo in guacamole? no wonder i hated this stuff until i was old enough to make it myself. you need four things for guacamole: avocados, tomatoes, a tiny bit of minced onion, and at least one lime. maybe some jalapeño, probably some salt. that's it. if you're really lazy, you only need avocados and pace picante sauce.
(note the "meat loaf" comment--it'll be back again, and again, and again, like that bad guacamole repeating itself on you.)
behold the bounty of the only grill-acceptable vegetables: tomatoes, onions, bell peppers, and smattering of zucchini...
...but don't actually put them on the grill--use a cast iron skillet instead. overseason and cook to a palatable mush. hello grilled corn-on-the-cob?
there were many things off-putting about this particular table setting...
...but i had to give this particular atrocity center-stage. i have absolutely no idea why the hell anyone would stuff peas into a perfectly good tomato. do those two even mix? what did these tomatoes do to be subjected to such torture? were they forcibly impregnated by a pea monster then made to carry to term? were they rapists themselves in a former life? and then to serve them on a silver platter and surround them by pearly onions and past-its-prime parsley is really just the icing on the cake. NO.
category two:
fruit atrocities
i know what you're thinking: hawaiian luau, bitches...gonna get me some poi tonight.
until you notice the vomiting pineapple in the background. and the oddly-split orange shriveling up and curling back in on itself. ewww. luau foul. what the hell is going on with that apple, too? it's like smearing itself into another dimension to get away from the vomiting pineapple. reminds me of this:
hans holbein, "the ambassadors," 1533 (the smear is a distorted skull, meant to be a vanitas symbol...so maybe the set designer was more clever than i thought...no, no he's not.)
my first reaction to this is that it doesn't look that bad, although i sincerely doubt you can make a chicken or stuffed mushroom caps look like that on a grill. my second reaction...
...is that the second someone puts their fork in this broiling tomato they will undoubtedly be blinded by squirting, scalding tomato juices that have just been waiting patiently for revenge against the humans who humiliated them with this stupid haircut. it could happen.
category three:
psyche atrocities
i was actually going to give this image a pass until i increased its exposure settings...
...and found myself looking at the marquis de sade's dinner table. the horror.
category four:
recipe atrocities
by this point reading the actual recipes themselves seemed a bit unnecessary, but having committed myself this far i thought i'd muddle through. it didn't disappoint.
first of all, calling a thymus gland "sweetbread" doesn't make it any less disgusting. second, i don't give a shit if it has been a delicacy for eons--offal is offal. third, although it is half my gene pool, the french aren't known for avoiding foods the rest of the world would rather not think about.
"don't neglect the variations." yes, please do. creamed bacon and cabbage should be on no one's plate. on the upside, you don't have to buy a grill to prepare it.
at first it was the rumaki recipe that sounded ripe for the funning, but after reading "serve the wings on a warmed platter with the cooking liquid," i felt that an appetizer of plattered salmonella might get the prize here.
any recipe that addresses its main component in "quotes" throughout the "recipe" is most likely one that should be "avoided at all cost."
and now, meat loaves. as with the mexican burger waaaay up above (meat loaf #1), the beef olive loaf doubles as not only a meat loaf but the special stuffing inside of a meat loaf (meat loaf #2). it's like the red meat version of tur-duck-hen. also noted: the stuffed bacon busha burgers can substitute as a meat loaf in a pinch (meat loaf #3).
chinese burgers = a significant meat loaf. i have to confess i've never experienced a significant meat loaf, but still not sure this would be enough to tempt me to do so (meat loaf #4). the sperm in the right-hand corner are a bit distracting.
meat loaves #5 - 12 are enumerated as well. if memory serves, it was a staple of the 70s.
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