Wednesday, November 30, 2016

Spoon and Fork

I grew up eating food with a spoon and fork. I'd wield the spoon in the right hand, and the fork in the left hand. A spoon is the exact right utensil for shoveling mounds of food into my mouth. Plus I could use it to measure out soy sauce, which I applied liberally to all the white rice I ate. The edge of the spoon could cut into soft foods, and so the spoon was ready substitute for a knife.

I was probably in middle school when I realized that not everyone ate this way. I'd go over to someone's house, or visit a restaurant, and the place setting featured a knife and a fork. Huh? I remember asking for spoons back then, even at restaurants!

No one made me feel bad about my eating habits, but I knew I was different. I gradually learned that the knife and the fork were the American standard. I began to assimilate. I had to learn the interesting switch of moving the knife to the right hand (my dominant hand) in order to cut with it. I also learned that you shouldn't pile food on your knife, using it as a makeshift spoon.

Different cultures eat food differently: some use chopsticks, some use their hands, and some use a knife and fork to pizza. Some cultures are liberal with spices, some eat fast, some eat slow, and some drink soda before noon. I went with the mantra: "When in Rome, do as the Romans."

One night eating alone at home, I decided to try out the spoon and a fork. It had been many years since I ate this way. As I dug into the food, it felt weird eating "old school" style. I've changed, I thought. And that's not a bad thing.

In the United States, you can exercise your culture. Because of our differences, you also get to see and learn new ways of doing things. Individuality. Observation. Participation. It's how our melting pot is seasoned, simmered, and stirred.

Monday, October 31, 2016

My Crown Fell Out!

I have at least five dental crowns in my mouth. Each crown replaced a tooth that was filled with dental filling back when I was an adolescent. When my dentist said some of these older teeth had tiny cracks, I opted for the course of action she recommended: dental crowns. My first crown was put in 2011.

Crowns are created in a lab, and then cemented into place after the old tooth is removed. After a week of increased sensitivity where they are placed, they feel and act like regular teeth. I only think of them when I go to the dentist and catch a look at my x-ray. Crowns appear brighter than regular teeth.

One time while waiting at the dentist's office in 2011, a patient walked in all jittery. "My crown fell out!" she said. She seemed to be holding something. The staff at reception ushered her into the patient room. "I was chewing gum!" was the last thing I heard her say. I silently hoped that wouldn't happen to me.

However, in 2014 I experienced one of my crowns falling out. I was flossing, and when I pulled up on the floss, it pulled the crown off as well. It was like a pinball in my mouth, but I was able to retrieve it. The doctor was calm when I reached her via her after-hours service. She said I could use Fixodent to temporarily hold it in place. The next weekday she cemented it back.

My latest incident occurred last week. I was trying to eat some really sticky candy someone had brought to the office from overseas. While chewing the candy I felt a sudden coolness on my lower gums. I kept chewing, but this time I felt something very hard in the candy. It wasn't peanuts. I spit it out and saw a tooth. It was my crown!

Eating without pain is something I no longer take for granted. Eating with a temporary crown, or with the sensitivity of a new crown is draining and difficult, since I have to be careful how I chew. The dentist fixed me up yet again so I'm ready for Halloween candy, and I will restrict myself to just the easy to eat treats!

Friday, September 30, 2016

Catch

One time while dropping off my daughter at elementary school, I stood and watched an impromptu game of kick ball that some of the kids had started. I was standing in the outfield, along with a bunch of parents and teachers. The kids were taking their kicks quickly so they could beat the morning bell.

One of them kicked the ball flush and it shot into the air. The players instinctively looked up to watch the ball. Parents were chattering among themselves and smaller kids where yelling in the playground but for these older kids, the game was their sole focus.

The ball began its descent and I was directly under it. In a flash, I recalled my own outfield heroics and miscues. I remembered catching a monster fly ball off of one of the better athletes in grade school, but I also recalled botched and misjudged fly balls during my college years playing softball.

I measured the ball in the sky, and shifted a few steps. I raised both my hands and watched the ball come in. When it arrived, I drew it into my chest to secure the catch. The sound returned to the playground. "Here! Here!" I saw a kid waving his hands for ball, and I tossed it to him.

"Out!" he yelled.

I turned around and went to work with a smile on my face.

Wednesday, August 31, 2016

FreeCell

My Mom is a fan of FreeCell. Whenever she talks about playing games on the computer, it's invariably FreeCell.

I have fond memories of Mom playing Klondike, also known as old-style Solitaire. When I was growing up, she played with actual cards, shuffling and laying them down in columns on the table. It was a way to pass the time, and I sensed the game's calming influence on her. She was a nurse in a busy city hospital, so relaxing with Solitaire must have been a nice break for her.

FreeCell is different from Klondike, and I don't know how she would have gotten into it aside from the game being on Microsoft Windows. Like Klondike, FreeCell is a card game played by one person. These are known as patience games. Unlike Klondike, however, FreeCell is a game where nearly every hand is winnable. According to the fantastically detailed FreeCell Frequently Asked Questions (FAQ) page, every hand (except one) that Microsoft FreeCell generates is a hand you can win.

My current Solitaire game is by Solebon, and it contains fifty different patience games. One of these is FreeCell, and for the past few weeks I've been playing it. The FAQ is right: many of the games I start I can actually "win". Its statistics report that I've won 13 in a row so far. FreeCell requires you to think a few moves ahead, so there's a bit of strategy involved, which I like.

I think of Mom when I play, how patient she seems to be when she's playing her card games. She had to be patient working as a nurse and raising three boys, so how hard could a card game be? Whenever I get stuck in FreeCell, I wonder what she would do with this hand. My FreeCell has an Easy mode and an Undo button and I can't wait to show her.

Sunday, July 31, 2016

Review: A Rock Star's Autobiography

Over vacation, I finished Joe Perry's autobiography Rocks: My Life In and Out of Aerosmith. I remember seeing Joe Perry on a news clip a few years ago. This aging guitar god was talking about living in Vermont, and I remember being surprised at the time: he lives in Vermont?

Then a few months ago there was a lengthy and detailed article about the Run-DMC song "Walk This Way" (by Geoff Edgers for the Washington Post, May 18). In addition to the oral history recollections from people involved in that classic song, there was also video of Joe Perry playing that signature riff in a crowded studio.

In Joe Perry's book, I learned all this and more about this rock group's humble beginnings, their long road to success, their swift fall from the top, and their rebirth after getting clean. There's lots of sex, drugs, and rock n' roll in the pages of this enjoyable book (co-written with David Ritz), but there's also a lot of love, heartache and redemption as well.

Joe grew up in Massachusetts and spent summer vacations in Vermont. He was not a good student, which left him and his parents disappointed. He originally wanted to be a marine biologist, but the thought of going to college was painful to him. His remaining ambition was to learn to play the electric guitar, and in this endeavor he completely succeeded.

I enjoyed reading was how hard working Aerosmith was at the very start of their career. In the early 1970s, they played in high school and college parties, before they began playing at clubs, theaters and eventually arenas. Joe's difficult relationship with front-man Steve Tyler is captured throughout the book as well. The band's difficulty with managers is also described. Being a world-renowned rock band is not all glitz and glamor. Success is hard-won and easily lost.

I really liked this book. It would probably help to listen to some of their music before reading this book, but chances are you've heard their signature riffs (Walk This Way, Sweet Emotion, Same Old Song and Dance, Dude Looks Like a Lady). That lead guitar talking to you is Joe Perry's, and his biography is a study in being steadfast, persistent, and passionate.

Thursday, June 30, 2016

Me and My AC

Every year around this time I go through the effort of installing two air conditioners. They are identical units (Kenmore Model 580.76100), both purchased in the 1990s, and both very heavy. It's the heaviest thing I lift in the entire year.

Two things improved in how I've handled this yearly chore.

The first thing was to keep the upstairs unit upstairs. I don't remember when I started doing this, but it had to have been very early. When we first moved into our house, I kept both A/C units in the basement, which resulted in me carrying one of them up two flights of stairs! I now store the upstairs unit in a closet right next to the window its installed in. Now I only have to lift it up to the window sill.

The second thing was to use an old toy wagon to roll the A/C on the floor. Before, when I was younger and stronger, I could crab-walk the unit from the corner of the basement, up the stairs, then to our dining room window. This heavy lifting does a number on my back! With the little wagon, the only lift I do is up a single flight of stairs. Once upstairs, I take the wagon and roll the A/C to the window. I started using the wagon in five years ago.

Every year my technique for installing the air conditioners becomes more refined. I take notes. I use work gloves. I have become familiar with the unit's bizarre center of gravity, which helps in the lift. During the Olympics, when I watch weightlifting, I wish one of those competitors could help me when I have to mount and unmount my air conditioners.

I'll be exploring mini-movers to help with this task in the future. Or maybe I'll just find a home with built-in air conditioning.

Tuesday, May 31, 2016

Lost Hiker

In today's digital age, it seems nearly impossible to get lost anymore. The recent story about Geraldine Largay reminds us, however, that you can still get fatally lost as a hiker.

In July 2013, she went off the path of the Appalachian Trail in Maine. A search crew was dispatched as soon as she missed her expected arrival date, but the search was in vain. Her remains were found only two years later (N44 59.011, W70 24.099)! Based on a report by the Maine Warden Service [PDF], she was just 30 minutes away from the nearest outpost.

The speculation is that Ms. Largay needed to use the bathroom, and stepped off the trail to do so. When she attempted to return, she lost her orientation, and was instantly lost. How dense must the woods be to get disoriented like that? I sometimes walk the small conservation lands near my house, and even in the middle of the area I can still sight a landmark.

Ms. Largay tried to use her cell phone to send a TXT for help, but cell towers are not always available in the wilderness. Serious hikers can now use satellite based devices like PLBs or Satellite Messengers. These look pricey, but if I were planning a hike on the AT, I would invest in one.

I am drawn to thinking what I would do in her situation. She set up a camp, and used a reflective blanket as a marker. She tried to set a fire. She wrote. When I get temporarily lost driving around in my car, the sensation of being lost can quickly become overwhelming. Would I remember to stay calm, and gather my wits?

Many hikers are learning lessons from Ms. Largay's unexpected demise. The main one: be prepared!