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A Sad Summer for our Colorado Community

With all the destruction that the fires caused this summer, you would think it would be enough tragedy for Colorado. But then this horrible shooting occurred in Aurora. It brings back memories of the Columbine shooting when I was freshly out of high school. These types of attacks are the most cruel because we can all imagine mindlessly going about our day only to be thrust without warning into facing the fragility that is life.

Of course this also reopens the ongoing political discussions of gun control, the influence of the media and our desensitivity to violence and the lack of psychiatric/mental health care in this country. But to me, it also opens the question of who we are as a society. For how we handle crises most directly demonstrates our character.

In Colorado, like most of the United States, we still believe in the Wild West fantasy: the rugged individualist a la John Wayne who is completely self-sustainable and would never accept help from others, the humble hero whose compass steers him to protect law and order and -perhaps rather ironically- unlimited freedom. All of this, of course, is just a fantasy, but like other fantasies, it has come to dominate most political and social discussions.

I recently read an interesting post from an American who travels the world and had quite a few observations about America that may be difficult to see when you are actually living here. Because when you are living it, it seems just normal.

It often takes an outside perspective to help us to understand and address our own problems. I haven’t traveled nearly as much as I would like and as we are planning to after we move to Puerto Rico, but I have noticed that in other countries the fantasy of the rugged individualist or individualism at all costs is often usurped by family and community. In other countries, security is not something that someone in the household (usually the man) has a burden to carry; it is something that the whole community embraces. People are not as routinely and indifferently locked up as they are here. The community takes responsibility, not just the individual. And people are often not as isolated and left to plan revenge or seek fame and attention through these destructive means. They are often visited, folded into the community, and given the care they need.

And yes our national character was developed over a long time and for good reason: people often had to make it on their own. Our language reflects these cultural values: “Pull yourself up by the bootstrap”, “Sink or Swim”, “Don’t be a drain on society”, “Be a star”, “Stand out”, “If you want something done right, do it yourself”, “It’s my choice”, “It’s none of your business”, “I can take care of myself”, etc. Even the dominate religion emphasizes a personal relationship with an individual hero/sacrificing God -not a community relationship with a community God/s. Our fictional heroes are similar -lone vigilantes: Superman, Batman, Spiderman and the like. And the biggest political insult you can lobby at someone is to call them a socialist or communist.

But what was lost in the trade for individualism at all cost was the bigger view of society, of community, of our sense of place in the world, of family, of a different type of security. And so we see the results of this culture. While we have the most individually celebrated celebrities -movie stars, sports stars, musicians- and innovators and richest CEOs in the world, we also have the most incarcerations of any country -in fact, we have about a quarter of the WORLD’S prisoners!. We have the most nuclear weapons and weapons of mass destruction of any country. We have the most guns per capita. We have been involved in just about every war without much of a break since before our country began. Our quest for power, individualism and security has resulted in becoming one of the most violent -and lets face it, monitored and controlled- nations in the world.

Of course, random acts of violence like the theater shooting could and still do occur in other countries. What surprises me, though, is our level of tolerance for it and our ability to just blame the shooter, wait for justice -on the individual level only- enhance security and monitoring procedures and go on with our lives -individually. But there is a feeling, an underlying pull I think, for us to all come together and discuss these heinous acts and take some collective responsibility, but under the American lens through which we see the world, it seems impossible.

However, though we may not (yet!) be able to greatly change the larger construction of our cultural character, through the Colorado fires and this shooting we have had a chance to feel community and show the best of our character.  The truth is, that in our society, we ARE a collection of people. There is not just one superhero, or even villain. We all contribute to the whole.

And we’ve seen that. No matter the conditioning, it is the human condition to feel for others. The outpouring of love and sympathy to those affected has been tremendous. People have given support in whatever way possible. They have shown appreciation for the police, emergency room doctors, firemen, etc. Through these crises, we have been able to come together- to regain some sense of our belonging to a community, rather than just our own personal selfish narratives in our head. We feel for someone else. And because of these types of tragedies,  we do have the platform to have these conversations as a cohesive unit.

In the end, I would say that our cultural character has its faults, but deep down we know how to come together for a cause when it is necessary.  It has been a hard summer for Colorado, but the silver lining is that it has brought out the love that is in our hearts -both individually and as a community. Please keep Colorado in your heart and mind throughout this difficult time.

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How to Make Microwave Popcorn with a Paper Bag

Britton and I try to eat pretty healthfully. I definitely have a sweet tooth and he has a salty tooth (if there is such a thing), but overall we try to watch what we eat. His family has a propensity toward diabetes, and my family has a history of cancer. My dad, his brother (my uncle) and his dad (my grandfather) all died of cancer at early ages.

So I try to avoid anything that has been linked to cancer -such as tobacco products, processed meats like hot dogs, even colas (the caramel coloring). All of these are known “junk” trash foods, but I recently read a report that said the perfluorooctanoic acid (PFOA) in lining of the microwave popcorn bags could cause all sorts of things from infertility to cancer.  I have come to believe that any sort of American food, fast food, convenience food -and their packaging!- is suspect.

Anyhow, I looked into how I could still eat popcorn and just not eat the prepackaged chemical-ridden microwave popcorn anymore. I found that you can very easily do it yourself with just a brown paper bag. Britton didn’t believe me. He said there was a reason they sold microwave popcorn in the little bags or else everyone would just do it themselves. So, we decided to try it out ourselves. We had a little bet between ourselves. Guess who won? 🙂 Check it out!

 

Yep, it worked! Britton was shocked when we first heard the pops. And it tasted great. Just like air-popped popcorn. It didn’t have any of the fake butter flavor. You can add whatever you want to it or just eat it plain. As I mentioned in the video, popcorn is a great food. Just not the convenience microwave bags that are sold. Popcorn is a whole grain full of fiber. It’s a great snack because just a little food poofs up to quite a bit making it seem like you are eating more than you really are.  Me encantan las palomitas!

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Vintage Rincón

In this month’s issue of El Coquí of Rincón, there were quite a few old vintage photos of Rincón and its residents back in the 60s, 70s and 80s. It made me think how cool it was back in Vintage Rincón. And while we can’t go back to those days, we can recreate it somewhat in our photography.

I found this really cool site called Pixlr-O-Matic. It is like the Hipstamatic/Instagram app you can buy to make modern digital photos look vintage, but it is completely free and on the web. So I played around with a couple of pictures. I think they turned out cool, and I might use it again from time to time!

Here’s an example.

The before:


A picture we took in Rincon a couple of years ago of an airplane buzzing the water with Desecheo Island in the background


And after- a Vintage Rincón shot! I think it looks way cool!

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Rinse and Repeat

Writing a blog about your life is kind of funny when your life is pretty stable/comfortable. Everything comes and goes and comes again, just like seasons. I was asking Britton if I should post some pictures of our beautiful sunset that we had the other evening. Or of the nice flower bouquet I made from our garden flowers. Or about our chickens. Or a video of a concert we went to. But it seems like we’ve already posted all of those. We are in a loop. We are in a rut. We are rinsing and repeating. (When does it stop!?) I imagine our readers (you all!) thinking -they just do the same things over and over again.


Orchids and sunsets- some favorite blog topics

Which makes it all the more important that we now have Puerto Rico in our pockets ready to go. It’s something that is completely different from our usual routine. It is uncomfortable. We don’t know what to expect. We are excited. It is definitely not just rinse and repeat- at least not yet.

Of course coming home from Puerto Rico to our “normal” here in Greeley is nice. I love my warm showers with strong water pressure and the cool air when I walk out of the bathroom. I love how courteous Colorado drivers are. I love how long and straight and virtually traffic-less our roads are. I love how quiet it can be. I love the pastel more subtle beauty here. Especially in the summer when everything wakes up to life for a few months. I love speaking English and knowing exactly the nuance and slang of what someone else says to me. I even (sometimes) love our winter nights curled on the couch with our fireplace on watching a movie with a cup of hot cocoa or chili in my hands. The numbing comfort and sterility of it all…

But BAM! I want to experience life! And sometimes to really awaken to that, sometimes you have to do the exact opposite of what you are used to. You have to get a little dirty. You have to be a little uncomfortable at first. So I want to see what it’s like to take cool showers and walk into warm air! I want to see what it’s like to drive however you damn well please as if you were walking around a crowded mall. I want to hear the bugs and frogs and birds who are happy to be living outside year round. I want to see in-your-face, loud colors. All year round! I want to become so fluent at Spanish again that I dream in it. That I learn the Puerto Rican slang. I want to know what it’s like to never be cold.

I think it’s important that people get out there and try. Yah, you might fail. You might initially regret it. You might feel scared, insecure or not confident. But I think dreaming big (or even little) is part of what life is all about. Once you have your basic needs met -like food, water, shelter, love and companionship- I think dreams are just as important. They keep you going; they keep you striving to get better. If a tree didn’t seek new heights, was it a tree? And even if we fall, even in failure we learn! Maybe even more so! We learn every step of the way.

Sometimes I think my ideas and dreams are too big for my reality. Like when you are so hungry at an all-you-can-eat place that you fill your plate to the brim only to realize your stomach is just not big enough to hold it all. Britton and I are a good complement to each other in that way. Sometimes he is the brakes to my otherwise overfull plate of crazy “Lucy you have some ‘splainin to do” half cooked ideas, and other times he’s all in with me -as hungry for life as ever. He helps me moderate our risks, and I help him to be less afraid.

In the end, this is all a journey to writing our own story. The conflicts in the story are what makes it interesting! We have to remember that as we go along. It is never so bad that we can’t start again. Even in losing my dad I think I have gained a better understanding of this. Death is there to teach us how to live! To help us remember we are only in this form for so long. So if you feel a calling to something -to your dreams- however weird they are- go for it! It may change or evolve over time, but that’s just as well in a good story.

And of course we do need a little of the normalcy to balance us out just as I need Britton and he needs me.  And that is what these calm Colorado days are all about. Just remember to get a little dirty every now and then before you go back to rinse and repeat.

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