Reading My Eyeballs Out

 

“…the wilderness had a clarity that included me.”

I’m halfway through a book I started yesterday, and I have the sore eyeballs to prove it. Cheryl Strayed walked the Pacific Coast Trail by herself at age 26 to try and find a way back to her life that has been a trainwreck since her mother died of cancer four years previously. I’ve always been a sucker for a good walk story – and I’ve always wanted to walk the PCT myself – but something about Strayed (she’s self-named) really appeals to me.

The obvious is that she’s a female writer with a passion for the outdoors. I love that when she begins the trail in Mojave, she has in her ludicrously overweight backpack not one or two but FOUR books: Staying Found; The Pacific Coast Trail: Volume One California; William Faulkner’s As I Lay Dying; and Adrienne Rich’s The Dream of a Common Language. She reads poetry out loud to herself when she’s down and out on the trail (which is a lot in the beginning). The book is also peppered with poetry. To try and cut down on her massive backpack load, she burns the pages she read the previous night in each morning’s breakfast flame.

In each package she mails herself (for re-provisioning) she includes a good read. One of her first packages includes Flannery O’Conner’s Complete Short Stories, which is now on my list of things to read. She has a goodreads account too – I wonder how good she is at keeping up with it? I tried to check it out, but it’s been so long since I’ve visited my account, I couldn’t remember my password.

She happens to also be the same age as I am; we were both born in 1968, the year that The Pacific Coast Trail was made official. While she was hiking, I was doing my own crazy thing raising Bella on seven acres of desert in Joshua Tree.

And finally she writes the Dear Sugar column at rumpus.net, which a friend I love, but rarely see, urged me to check out a month ago. It was strange. She emailed me out of the blue and insisted I go to rumpus.net, she said it was “something I should know about.” I still don’t know what that means, but I tweeted about it.

It may all mean nothing, but I am glad to have finished Neal Stephenson’s REAMDE (also good, but a sci-fi behemoth), and to be following Strayed up the PCT.

She is very funny, but also brutally honest about a difficult past, which includes an abusive dad, sex binges, heroin, and a divorce. Not least, her mother (who made her eat raw garlic if she felt sick and grew her own herbal tea) was diagnosed with late stage lung cancer at age 45. She died 49 days after the diagnoses.

So, this is where I am if you’re looking for me: glued to my iPad at the kitchen table with a cup of hot tea. I was pretty psyched when I got Christian to bed by 8 this evening.

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Cow-Calf Combo

Sea lions on a bouy on the way out. These guys are the ones who can sit up on their flippers and bark - seals can't do either of those things. If you look closely to the right, there are two babies sunning themselves. Cuties!

Last week Christian and I joined a few friends on a whale watching boat tour out of Dana Point Harbor. I’ve always considered whale-watching to a bit of a touristy thing, because after all I have seen whales feeding just off the shore in Laguna Beach. Dolphins and sea lions are not uncommon, especially if you go to the beach a lot. But I was convinced to do this trip because it was half-price ($17/ two hours) and because there were three other moms I liked already going. I am very glad I went.

I'd forgotten that it could be windy and chilly out on a boat.

We saw whales almost immediately. In fact, we saw a mother-baby duo, that was just so sweet, because they would come up to spout simultaneously. We spent quite a bit of time chugging parallel to these guys and watching them breach over and over again. Apparently, Mom was bringing baby home to the Bering Strait after having birthed in the warm winter waters of Mexico. These gray whales do an annual roundtrip migration of 6000 miles: the longest known migration of any mammal.

All the cutie-pies in a row watching the sea. Christian not pictured - I'm sure he was making mischief elsewhere.

But, as is typical of whale watching, we saw a lot of whale back and some spouting water. It was exciting, because they were WHALES, but this cow-calf combo were serious about traveling north and weren’t pausing to do any feeding or fluke slaps to entertain us.

Luckily, our captain is a real dolphin-lover and he caught wind on his radio about a large pod of common dolphins. Sounded fun, but I had no idea what kind of treat we were in for. The pod was huge! More dolphins in one place than I have ever seen before. They were going nuts all around us, diving and arching out of the water in pairs and trios. These common dolphins were smaller too, than I’d ever seen before – each one was only about the length of my arm, so it looked like miniature dolphins putting on a show. The captain explained that common dolphins were rarely seen in captivity because they simply needed the large pod community to thrive and that they often existed in pods of thousands. This pod, the captain speculated was closer to 500 and was probably an offshoot of a larger pod nearby.

It was incredible. I am getting shivers thinking about it. They were so graceful, free, and happy. Perfect, really.

I don't know why I didn't think to take video footage of this playful pod. Although this picture belies my words, the captain said that there were probably around 500 dolphins in this pod. To get a better a feel for what we experienced, I am including somebody else's video of a dolphin "stampede" below. Ours was smaller, but same incredible frenzy of leaping and showing off.

P.S. Our trip was through Dana Wharf Sportfishing and Whale Watching. I believe they offer half-price trips every Tuesday.

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Hunting for Rattlesnakes

One of the more commonly seen types of scorpions. All glow under a black light, so night hunting can be especially productive ...and eerie.

Every morning this week, Christian has woken up asking if TODAY was the day we were going on a snake walk. Today, I finally got to say YES, TODAY IS THE SNAKE WALK! It was really easy to get Christian dressed and out of the house to drive up to Casper’s Wilderness Park where Steve Bledsoe (and friends) of Southwestern Field Herping Associates was going to lead a Herpetology Walk and Talk. (There are two free snake walks a month until the end of May. Check the Casper’s website for more details.)

We met Steve at Casper’s Adventure Day last week where he and his friends brought a dozen live specimens of snakes and reptiles commonly found in southern California. This included three rattlesnakes. This was a fantastic opportunity to really hunker down and get a close look at our backyard herps, as they were not in terrariums, but clear plastic boxes lined with sawdust.

Two of the boys loved lifting the boards. They, like the herpetologists, were wearing gaitors around their calves for protection and carried snake sticks.

These guys were a WEALTH OF INFORMATION, so I made sure to catch the snake walk this morning. And despite Steve’s warning that we were more likely to see centipedes and scorpions than snakes, we got to see three rattlesnakes after all. Plus skinks, centipedes, and scorpions.

There are some 60 boards laying in fields at Casper’s, specifically intended to create under-a-rock type places to attract reptiles. We walked along and carefully flipped these boards open, coming across squirrel grass stashes, invasive Argentinian ant colonies (which we did our best to disrupt), mouse nests, and all manner of beetles and bugs. The first skink we saw was a beautiful shimmery blue, which told us it was a juvenile, but it slipped away. The next one was not so fast and was promptly caught by one of the kids in the group. Unfortunately, in the passing from one hand to another, the skink lost its tail – which it will do intentionally to distract potential attackers. Believe me, I was distracted. I had no idea how much a detached tail would thrash back and forth. After a second skink lost its tail today, the adults did the holding of the creatures. The detached tails were collected and saved to feed pet snakes at home.

Adventurers of all ages are welcome.

The first rattlesnake was a small Western Pacific. Steve says this is one of the more common snakes around. It was reddish, small, and coiled up under one of the early boards. Its angular triangular head was impossible to mistake for anything but a member of the pit viper family.

I only got a peek at the second snake which was slithering down a hole by the time I got there. The people who saw it said it had quite a large meal (read “lump”) moving down its body.

The third snake I only heard about, but Chad and Christian saw the evidence. Apparently the front half of the group on the trail came upon a young rattler trying to swallow a large mouse. The mouse got halfway down its throat before it thought the better of it and regurgitated it out. Chad and Christian had seen the dead mouse and had been confused why the back half of the mouse looked normal and the front half looked like it had been pulled through a narrow hoop and stretched!

If you look closely, you can see that this angry tiger centipede is biting the glove so forcefully that he is lifting the leather up. His poison is actually in his two curved stingers on his tail, like a scorpion.

Fascinating day. Thanks to the Southwestern Field Herping Volunteers! We’ll see you May 12 (unfortunately, the May 5 walk conflicts with the OC Waldorf School May Faire).

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Look Ma, no ‘poo!

Twenty years ago I was introduced to the idea that shampoo might be superfluous. This was a mind-blowing concept to me. My German friend explained to me that we wash all the oil out of hair and then re-add grease via conditioner; if we left our hair alone, then it would reach an equilibrium and need neither shampoo nor conditioner.

I tried it for a month. My hair was greasy and too much fluff got stuck in it. It never reached the equilibrium I’d hoped for, so I reached for the shampoo, and went back to nearly daily shampooing.

But over the years, I’ve experimented with going longer and longer periods of time between washing. I’ve observed that my diet affects the grease level of my hair (and face) immensely.

Over the last year, I was delighted to start hearing about a trend called “no ‘poo” which is “no shampoo.” This trend comes out of a desire to cut down on plastic consumption, a desire to to avoid sodium laurel sulfates, and a desire to simplify overall. I ‘m been trying it, and I like it.

Instead of shampoo, I use baking soda (Arm & Hammer, bulk at Costco) and vinegar (Bragg’s organic – $4/bottle). You wash your scalp in a solution of baking soda and water, and then you rinse out your hair with vinegar and water. My friend, Reanna, has been doing this for a year now. She says her hair feels neither worse nor better than when washed with shampoo.

As for me, I go back and forth.

I wash my hair with shampoo (sodium laurel sulfate-free) about once every 10 days.

PROS OF NO ‘POO

  • No extra bottle clutter in the shower
  • Inexpensive
  • Completely non-toxic
  • Christian loves to mix up the baking soda and water (I use two small plastic dishes, that I fill before going into the shower)

CONS OF NO ‘POO

  • No shampoo smell
  • Husband occasionally requests toxic shampoo wash, says my hair is too stiff and bristly
  • While I don’t mind the no ‘poo look for everyday wear, when I want look more dressed up, a good conventional shampoo and blow-dry is still worth it.
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It’s Happening in Space: Claudia Bucher, a Morphospective

Octavaro (2010)

Born of a strange confluence between Pacific Standard Time, Mike Kelley’s suicide, and the unanticipated liquidation of her father’s art foundation, Claudia Bucher’s upcoming show at L2Contemporary could be expected to have a bitter tone. Thankfully, any darkness is tempered by longing, hope, and the lighter side of science-fiction, escapism. Exploding out of a decaying, Swiss-made wooden clock (her father was Swiss-born), relics and mementos of Bucher’s past are encased in archival plastic, and used to create transparent, curved walls and sci-fi architecture around the room. The suspended apparent chaos might remind some of Maurizio Cattelan’s retrospective, “All” at the Guggenheim, and it’s true, Bucher’s show is also the beginning of a retrospective of sorts, specifically addressing Bucher’s life from 0 to 26 (the rest will come later) and is largely suspended throughout the room. But that’s where the similarity ends, because Bucher’s installation is not an amalgamated mobile of her past works, but uses actual documentation and real records about and not just from her life as an artist, to create an installation that addresses the very question of recovering and reframing fading histories. It is in a real way, a show of ephemera about ephemerality.

There has been an impressive amount press of press coverage throughout Bucher’s life – indeed, not many of us can create sculptures literally papered with newspaper articles about our lives or and families – so it is ironic that Bucher is “preoccupied with lost histories, erasure, invisibility, ephemerality, the unearthing and reframing of histories.” Furthermore, Bucher’s work, often performative, and has ever been shown only once or twice, and exist now only in documentation.

Although Bucher made art news with performative body installations (she was once mistaken for a prostitute selling her body in a shop window – even though she was fully clothed and wearing car parts on her head in Claud’s Body Shop, 1988), recent exhibitions just how far Bucher can get away from the visceral performative, without leaving her body or personal history behind. Skinray Explorer 1 (2009), for instance, is representative of her newer work. Bucher constructed a tissue paper mold of herself, and then engulfed the feather-light, delicate “astral body” in a winged, manta-suit made of also made of tissue and sheer fabric. The entire piece is strung to the ceiling like a complex marionette, ready at moment’s notice to launch into the ether sphere. Like an astral body, it is a vehicle of escape; a way to float out of the mundane pain of existence; a means of being and not-being Claudia.

In this “morphospective”, Bucher uses the past to build a present that looks like the future, with the transparent walls recalling similar space (or deep sea) aesthetic. Get lost in the room and you will find yourself scrutinizing news paper articles of Ca Laboratories International (her performance space in Florida in the mid-80’s which later lead to the start of the Critical Art Ensemble with Steve Kurtz) or gazing at an oil painting Bucher did in high school, right next to an original painting by Milic od Macve, which inspired it.

But what can these ethereal fantasy space ships have to do with death, retrospectives, and family estates? They become the vehicle for what Bucher calls “a sense of past-present-future as a looped simultaneity with form and structure … contrary to the idea of the linear “timeline.” It is more of an investigation into the complexity of influences, and the level of personal is deep enough to resonate universally. Happily, unlike Cattelan’s show, this “morphospective” does not mark an end of an art career, but simply a deserved mid-career pause to look backwards.

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Caine’s Arcade

This great video has been making the rounds.

It just goes to show that kids really do only need cardboard, tape, and their imaginations to do whatever they want. BOREDOM is necessary for CREATION.

I love Caine’s Cardboard Arcade. I especially love the ticket dispenser!

Caine’s Arcade from Nirvan Mullick on Vimeo.

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Homeschooling 101

As Christian and his friends approach their fourth birthdays this year, there has been a lot of buzzing about schooling and homeschooling, because frankly most conventionally schooled kids are already in some “school” situation by this age.

As a mom of an 18-year old who was homeschooled until 7th grade, I’ve been asked more than once to share some thoughts and resources on the subject. Well, here it is. Keep in mind that I’ve been out of the homeschool loop for some years now and my favorite resources were written over 20 years ago. I have new favorites, but I know that I’m just touching the tip of the iceberg. (This post is for you, Shelby and April!)

Specifically, this post will be about Waldorf-inspired homeschooling in California.

IMO: Most unschooled kids in a literate, loving household with restricted TV and plenty of time outdoors, would get to the age of 12 pretty much knowing the same amount of information as a 12-year old public-schooled kid – simply by being allowed to follow their own interests. I really do believe this. Research shows (remember, I was a public school teacher for 10 years) that only about 20% of the population needs explicit teaching to learn to read. That’s right, most of learn to read as effortlessly as we learned to talk.

What does this mean? That we’re making mountains out of molehills. Moms ask, with wringing hands, if homeschooling will ruin their children. I assure you, a little love and a little interest go a long, long way, and there is very little chance that you will do less for your child than the public school system.

YOUR CHOICES:

In California, there are three main ways to homeschool with varying degrees of personal responsibility and freedom.

I. Charter Schools – Public schools get federal funds for every student enrolled, so it’s no surprise that public schools are out to get their piece of the homeschool market. A homeschooler who enrolls in a public charter school is entitled to a certain portion of this money to spend on curriculum or educational classes. This is a very attractive bonus to some, especially as programs like Earthroots are approved charter school vendors. Generally, you can choose your own curriculum, but the flip side is that you have to meet with an Education Specialist (ES) once a month and show examples of work in all subjects. Students are also generally expected to participate in state testing. Charter Schools are good for people insecure about homeschooling, and who want a bit of hand-holding. It’s more difficult for those interested in Waldorf-style education because you have to constantly justify watercolor painting, music, and handwork as necessary for the growing soul (let’s face it, the state does not care about the child’s soul) and also because academics, as such, are slightly delayed in a Waldorf program, in order to protect the wonder of the younger years.

II. Private Homeschool Schools – There are some great Waldorf and Waldorf-inspired curriculum out there today, and most offer support, if you want it. Meaning, that an “school” like Oak Meadow will sell you just the curriculum, or offer telephone/online support, or you can enroll your child in a distance-learning program where you are actually sending work to a teacher who offers feedback and assessment.  Again, enrolling in a program is helpful for those who want more guidance and direction.

III. Be Your Own Private School – In California, it only takes the choosing of a name and the filing of an affidavit to proclaim yourself as a private school. Yes, really. Since private school teachers are not required to be credentialed, you can list yourself as the sole teacher, and your child, the sole pupil of your school. The last I heard, you are required to keep attendance records. Homeschooling organizations like CHN (California Homeschool Network) can offer support for this choice.

BUT WHICH CURRICULUM?

If you are interested in Waldorf homeschooling, the two big names are Live Education and Christopherous. Both are expensive, but can be found used (even though they are not supposed to be resold – there are yahoo boards where reselling happens). You can use charter school funds to purchase these curriculums, but you will have to hand the curriculum back to your ES at the end of the year. (Technically, everything you buy with your charter school funds becomes public school property.)

There is also Enki and Oak Meadow, which are both considered Waldorf-inspired, not “pure” Waldorf. I use parts of both as a resource for my forest kindergarten, especially for opening circle. Enki is nature-based. Oak Meadow has been around a long time and I used it (loosely) for Bella’s kindergarten and first grade years.

There are tons of discussion online about which one is best, but it is surely more a matter of personal choice. Your best bet is to find a Waldorf homeschooling community and sneak a peek at the curriculums your new friends are using. Or close your eyes and pick one. Seriously, you can choose a different one for the next grade.

How about the California Standards?

What about them? They exist and are easily accessed online. Click here if you want to see what California expects every student to know at every grade. These standards are nothing to sneeze at. Public school teachers are expected to conform their curriculum to them, textbooks are written (and rewritten) to teach them, and state tests are designed to assess your knowledge of them.

Speaking of state tests: Every year 15-20% of the tests are changed and the dropped questions are publicly released. These released questions give an excellent way to preview state testing, and are also frequently used in schools as a review. You can go get them directly from the California Department of Education site here. Go ahead and print them out for your child’s grade. You’re not supposed to “teach to the test,” but you could – just like public school teachers do.

If you wanted to be sure that your child could go back to school easily and comfortably, follow these standards and your child will be a star pupil. However, be aware that you would be in conflict with a Waldorf-style education.

Wait, What did you do with Bella?

Good question. I considered ourselves to be “unschoolers” although that word seems to have accrued different meaning now from 20 years ago. By “unschooling,” I mean that I mainly followed Bella’s interests and gave her plenty of time and support to pursue those interests. Yes, that means she spent days writing scripts and music lyrics down. I called that Language Arts. She made stained glass with her dad. That was Art. Her gymnastics class was P.E. Traveling across the US, Europe, Asia counted for History. Math came into play when she started shopping in earnest.

Practically speaking, I loosely followed an Oak Meadow curriculum for kindergarten and first grade. By third grade, I started her on a math program (Saxon Math) so that she could enter public school if she wanted to. She participated in swim team, soccer, and gymnastics for seven years. She also dabbled in piano, theater, voice lessons, ceramics, etc. we were able to do so many team sports and lessons in the afternoons because our mornings were so relaxed. Bella was very social and loved group sports, but ended up being a serial monogamist in terms of friendships; she had one best friend for the first 5 years of life, and then another for the next 7, until we moved away from Joshua Tree.

We also attended every homeschooling conference we could find in California, none of which appear to exist anymore (The Link Conference in LA and Waldorf Home Education in northern CA), happily, many new ones have sprouted up.

Bella did go to fourth grade in public school. It was mostly my doing, because I thought she should have at least an idea of what went on in elementary school. I choose the school and teacher, and happened to have enough influence in the school district to make that happen.

I was happy to see though that she approached public school as a homeschooling adventure, and did very well by all accounts.

Then, she decided that her social peers were in the grade above her. So, she dropped out of school in order to complete 5th and 6th grade in one year through the I.C.E. program. I.C.E. was our district’s way of handling homeschoolers – Bella was a public school student doing the public school textbook work, but at home at her own pace. Bella’s pace was to do all her work as soon as she received it (usually within two days) so she could have the rest of the week free.

The following year, Bella entered 7th grade. Was it hard socially? Not for her. She was class president that year (ran on the platform that all the bathroom stalls needed to have hooks for backpacks and shelves for books) and also winter princess. As I mentioned earlier, Bella was a social girl and we lived in a small town. But things like running for student government, I considered a direct result of her homeschooling gumption: she heard about it, and thought, I can make decisions to help improve that school? That sounds like a cool thing, and just went for it.

Ultimately, that was the most important thing Bella got out of homeschooling. She believed in herself and understood that anything she wanted to learn was HERS TO LEARN.

*Whoops, sorry for the bragging. That was an unintended portion of my post.

 

 

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Holy Jim Trail – Winter 2012

Plenty of creek crossing makes this everybody's favorite hike.

Our boys know how to find a proper stick.

What the creek looks like without boys - peaceful, ain't it?

The boys barely noticed that grown-ups were around, so engrossed were they in the mysteries of the woods.

The way home was just as fun. Can't wait to go back.

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Japanese Pictorial Ikats at the Fowler Museum

The indigo blue of blue jeans may be as American as an apple pie, but a small room at the Fowler Museum shows that indigo blue is also as Japanese as a kimono or futon. This focused exhibition is a selection of Japanese e-gasuri, cloth made through the art of ikat. Ikat is the reverse of tie-dye and resist-dying is used to put patterns on the yarn which then create astonishing well-planned images on the cloth as it is woven. The fabric was generally woven into lengths of 12 meters (the length required to make a kimono), but as the cloth was intended for daily practical use, the works here are mainly the remnants of used kimonos and futon covers from the late 18th century, which have been carefully dissembled. After examining the meticulous work required for the delightful images ranging from simple hatchwork to koi languidly swimming across the weave, there is a fresh appreciation for the intact kimonos and futon covers in the room (Fowler Museum, Los Angeles).

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Clean Cleanse Debrief

Chad and I successfully completed a full 21 days of the clean cleanse.

and with very little cheating.

We both lost about ten pounds (me a little less, Chad a little more) and our stomachs and digestive system felt good. Dropping the caffeine was harder as I’d imagined; I had bad headaches for the better part of the week. My reaction made me feel like a remorseful junkie.

We decided that the cleanse was a good thing and started swearing that we were going to do it every six months. We started rereading all the bits about what to do after you’ve done a cleanse.

It turned out there is more to the program than just the 21-day cleanse, which is, that while your body is so clean, you take advantage of the situation by re-introducing eliminated foods ONE AT A TIME EVERY THREE DAYS.

There are so many foods to pick from! And it’s not always easy to segregate the foods. For instance, you can’t introduce wheat with cookies, because you might not have introduced eggs, sugar, or dairy.

A list of foods we hadn’t been eating: wheat, dairy, sugar, oranges, strawberries, bananas, tomatoes, eggs, peppers, corn, potatoes, alcohol, coffee, chocolate.

We realized that we weren’t prepared, neither emotionally nor physically, to get off the cleanse so slowly. We were ready to binge!

To do the clean cleanse properly, you end up doing it many more days than 21, because you’re eating from the elimination diet while you slowly re-introduce foods. To gradually introduce the above would take 42 additional days.

So, we’re started over. After a month of general gluttony, we’re back on the elimination diet, which means we’re doing a cleanse at half mast. Our breakfasts are smoothies (we never stopped that part); and lunch and dinner are from the elimination diet foods only. we are maintaining a 12-hour digestion window between dinner and breakfast.

This time, we’re cleansing just enough to re-introduce foods, and instead of starting with high-suspicion foods, we’re starting with the least suspect. Tomatoes tomorrow night.

 

 

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