Culinary Creations

So sometimes I'm pretty awesome in the kitchen. This is a picture of the lemon-raspberry cake I made at Easter time.


And then sometimes I bribe my ward choir with muffins, but instead of making a dozen blueberry muffins from a box like a normal person, I go crazy and make six dozen in three varieties: blueberry lemon, strawberry banana, and regular banana (I got so many bananas at Haymarket for a dollar, guys). Anyway, here's a picture of the muffins, to fully illustrate the plethora of muffins that happened today. Ignore the mess of mail on my table.

More Reasons I'm Morbid

Since school is basically over, I hopped over to the Charlestown branch of the Boston Public Library to check out some books for "light reading." Here's what I walked out with:

1. The Lazarus Syndrome: Burial Alive and Other Horrors of the Undead
2. Among the Cannibals: Adventures on the trail of Man's Darkest Ritual
3. The Father of Forensics: The Groundbreaking Cases of Sir Bernard Spilsbury, and the Beginnings of Modern CSI
4. The Casebook of Forensic Detection
5. The Family That Couldn't Sleep: A Medical Mystery (It's about Familial Fatal Insomnia, a prion disease--related to Mad Cow--that basically means you can't sleep until you die)
6. Food for the Dead: On the Trail of New England's Vampires

Maybe I have issues. And I'm sure the skull sitting on the bookshelf in my dining room isn't helping my case at all. (It's not a real skull, it's plastic, and I got it for helping the anatomy department sort out real skulls. And since it's plastic, I'm allowed to name it. His--it's a male skull--name is David Duchovny.) I should just tell people I have a deep interest in "Anthropology of the Creepy."

But I'm not as "goth" as people apparently think. Why, just yesterday I bought a yellow shirt. Yellow is cheerful, right?

Countdown to Graduation

Welcome to May, everyone! I never thought this day would come, but I'm graduating from my M.S. program this month, two weeks from Friday, to be precise. This isn't going to be about scary things like the future, but it's going to be a little ode to the past, sans poetry.

Things I'll miss about Boston University Medical Campus:

1. Everything's in the Same Building. It's so nice on those days that it's a zillion degrees below zero and snowy and gross to not have to go outside when I'm at school.
2. Chicken and Dumplings. Every Thursday, for only $3.75, I can get a giant bowl of the most delicious soup/stew ever. And it comes with this yummy flatbread. I think I might still have to go to the med school cafeteria sometimes even after I graduate.
3. Free Food. There are so many seminars and meetings every day on campus and they always get over-catered. That's why I always carry Tupperware and plastic baggies.
4. The Hot A.V. Guy. Oh my gosh...this guy has been setting up the projectors in my classes for two years, and I'm a little smitten. Of course, I've never spoken to him, and will never speak to him, but I have a crush on him and his shoes are awesome.
5. My Pals. I get to keep a few of my pals in Boston a little while longer, but we won't have pal fun in school anymore. We have too many inside jokes to list here, and y'all wouldn't get them anyway.

We're awesome

Grave Matters

One of my current favorite songs is "Organ Donor" by Jeremy Messersmith. It's a great song with a really fun video. I think one of the reasons I like this song so much is because I'm a pretty morbid person.

I guess in order to be in a field like forensic anthropology, one has to have a certain level of tolerance for all things "grave," but I think that sometimes I take this a few steps beyond the normal levels of morbidness. Today for instance, we had an outdoor grave-excavation exercise for our field methods class, and as I was digging, I noticed how soft the dirt was. I said to my friend working next to me, "this is really nice dirt; if I were going to be buried alive, I would want to be buried under dirt like this." He gave me a really weird look, but come on, if you're going to be buried alive, it would be much more pleasant with nice soft mineral-loam than with rocks. And if you think about it, that's showing how optimistic I am, looking for the silver lining even while being prematurely-interred.

When I'm not being terribly morbid, I'm being quite domestic (but probably also a little bit morbid even still). I'm making some awesome soup right now, using the leftover ham bone from Easter dinner. However, as this ham bone soup is simmering, I am reminiscing about the days when I would process skeletal remains in a slow cooker (but my soup smells a heck of a lot better--probably the bay leaves). The funny and morbid thing is that the idea of making soup sort of came after the idea to process the knee joint and keep for zooarcheological study. How efficient is that? If you're going to be processing remains, might as well make some soup!

The Word of Wisdom and Personal Philosophy

This might be a Mormon blog post; don't say I didn't warn you.

I went to a bar/restaurant with members of this performing ensemble in which I'll be singing in the summer. While I was trying not to be unfashionably early, I called home to kill some time and ended up talking to my dad for a few moments. My dad has this strange idea that anytime I go somewhere where people will be drinking, I'll succumb to the tantalizing temptation to drink and become an alcoholic. Every time this happens, I have to tell him, first of all, my formative years are pretty much over, and if I were going to start experimenting with alcohol (or any other vice, for that matter) I would have done it already, and secondly, I don't drink. Period.

I don't drink; I have no desire to drink; and I've never ever been tempted to try alcohol. There was one moment in a bar when my friend had a drink and I thought, "hmm, that smells nice", but it was definitely the combination of fruit juices and not the alcohol that was responsible for the smell. The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints teaches something called the Word of Wisdom, which is a set of commandments from God that dictate how to lead healthy lives. We abstain from alcohol, tobacco, tea and coffee, and other harmful substances (illegal drugs, etc.). When I'm at a bar or restaurant where my non-LDS friends are drinking*, and they ask why I'm not drinking, I usually respond with "I'm a Mormon," and that's usually the end of the conversation.

Sometimes I wonder, however, is the real reason I don't drink because I am a Latter Day Saint? One of my acquaintances from my congregation wrote a blog post about "justifying our beliefs," for instance, saying we keep the Word of Wisdom for health reasons instead of saying that we're keeping a commandment. I believe that the Word of Wisdom is a commandment from God, but knowing what I know about alcoholism and the other various dangers of alcohol, I'm not sure I would drink alcohol if I weren't a Latter Day Saint. The same concept applies to other aspects of the Word of Wisdom, as well as the Law of Chastity.

I guess basically what this post is trying (in a rather clumsy manner) to say is that we can make choices about our behavior independently of our religious beliefs. Obviously, if we have a testimony of the commandments that we're given, we should strive to keep them, but it is also perfectly acceptable to have personal philosophies about what those commandments mean to us. Is that what I'm trying to say? I think so. Thoughts?


*I wanted to throw this extra thought in here, but it didn't really fit with the rest of the post (I really love footnotes for this reason). I just wanted to reference a good post by another acquaintance of mine that kind of explains the whole "Mormon bar scene" dynamic.

Updates

My story continues. Last week I got a nice little email from the folks at the Boston University Department of Anthropology saying that they had no money for me, but I'm welcome to apply for next year. That shattered my entire sense of reality for a moment; it was like my entire concept of a future was snatched away from me like a balloon snatched from a child on a windy day. I did what any reasonable person would do after such an event: I applied for a job in Canada, naturally (hey, they wanted a forensic anthropologist and they mentioned nothing about having a PhD!). I also applied for about a million other jobs in Boston and Cambridge.

Even though the concept used to terrify me, I've come to terms with the idea of taking a "gap year." I have gap year plans as well! They include hanging out with all of my other gap year people, getting a job and making enough money to survive and pay off some of the student loans, cutting down my thesis and submitting it for publication/presentation, and exploring my artistic talents.

I guess I have to explain that last one a little bit. I had a chat with one of my advisors today about how it "blows" (his words, not mine!) that I didn't get any funding for the PhD, and he said that since I've worked really hard for two years, I should take this time to evaluate my life, and do things that are a little "out of context." Of course I'm going to work to be a better anthropologist and scientist, but I think I should make this a great year to figure out who I am as a human as well, and part of who I am involves a lot of artsy stuff.

A lot of times I wonder how I got into science, and it's because I love how fascinating and challenging it is, and because I want to "serve justice" as a forensic anthropologist. That said, I have this insane love for music, performing, and writing. I have a folder on my computer desktop full of song lyrics, screenplays, and musicals that I've written (one day I'll write a post about my "Panda Express" musical). I've kind of neglected the performing part of my life for the past two years, so I'm going to try to get a little bit of that groove back this summer and into the next year. So that's coming.

In other news, it's finally starting to feel not like winter anymore!

A Response to All the Dating Chatter Out There

This is neither my Mormon Blog or my Angry Blog...but it might be mistaken for such for a second.

At the most recent General Conference of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints, the theme was (apparently*) "go and get married...now." Somehow, the single men of the church interpreted this theme to be "if you're not married right now, it's your fault and therefore you're going to go to hell." This prompted a lot of controversy and chatter in multiple forms, from fake motivational posters to manifestos about how women are equally responsible for the fact that the planet is overrun with young single men. As a result of all of this controversy and chatter, I've witnessed a lot of ridiculous conversations (both on facebook and in real life) in which I've abstained from taking part...until now. Here's my take on the subject, and just so y'all know, I am single (but not the bitter kind).

First of all, where are all of these single men? Apparently they're running rampant through the streets and waving their "I don't want to get married" banners somewhere, but I haven't seen them. Maybe I'm just too busy not gussying myself up and presenting my attractive feminine charms to notice them.

Secondly (and maybe finally, haven't decided yet), dating is not that difficult. Sixteen-year-olds do it all the time; intelligent adults in their twenties and thirties should be able to figure it out. Maybe if people spent more time actually dating and less time whining and ranting about who's to blame for all of the singleness out there, people would do better. Some tips:

• Guys: if you like a girl, ask her out; if she doesn't want to date you, ask someone else out; if it seems like its going well, keep dating her; if you don't want to date her anymore, stop asking her out.
• Girls: if a guy asks you out once, go...won't kill you; if he asks you out again and you like him, keep going; if he asks you out again and you're not sure, say yes and keep going until you decide either way; if you know you don't like him, don't go out with him.

Seriously...not that difficult. I guess everyone gets concerned about all the little feelings out there, but guess what? People are resilient. As a species we've had to deal with rejection for several thousand years. Don't think so highly of yourself that you're afraid to tell someone the truth about how you feel because you might destroy him/her emotionally. A pint of ice cream and a "Very Best of Cher" CD later, he/she will get over you. Granted, you shouldn't be like, "you're awful and I never want to date you again," but if you don't like someone, let him/her know that you don't want to keep dating. Don't stunt your happiness/potential to find someone with whom you actually want to be by leading someone to think that he/she might be that person.

Finally, if you're not married and want to be, don't worry, it'll work out eventually. If you're not married and don't want to be, that's fine too.

Okay, maybe this was a little bit of an angry blog post, but I'm not angry. And maybe I'm wrong about the whole thing; I will admit that my view on human interactions isn't necessarily based on interactions with actual humans, and when it comes to emotions, I am slightly exceptional in the fact that I don't have many of them. Also, I haven't had people yell at my blog in a while, so with hope I'll get my viewership up with this one.



*I say "apparently" because I didn't really feel the marriage pressure all that much as I was too busy picking out themes relevant to my personal spiritual growth.