Monday, June 28, 2004
ORCA UPDATES
1. Springer was the young female captured and reunited with her family pod in 2002. She has recently been sighted with her family still and she is healthy.
2. The transients that were in Dyes Inlet in Bremerton left shortly after arriving in the middle of the night. My guess is that our local orcas told them about this great place for food so they went there to check it out. BUT, since they eat seals and such and not fish, it was a bust and they left.
3. Luna is the orphaned young male up in Canada who has been separated from his family L Pod, OUR local orcas. The Canadian government has been helping to capture Luna and reunite him with his pod which has now been spotted. The problem is the Native Americans up there believe he is their recently departed chief and with their canoes, they have interfered with the capture and reunification process. Luna does seem to like their canoes better than the Canadian net. Well, I do think our neighborhood bald eagle is my Dad so who knows???
1. Springer was the young female captured and reunited with her family pod in 2002. She has recently been sighted with her family still and she is healthy.
2. The transients that were in Dyes Inlet in Bremerton left shortly after arriving in the middle of the night. My guess is that our local orcas told them about this great place for food so they went there to check it out. BUT, since they eat seals and such and not fish, it was a bust and they left.
3. Luna is the orphaned young male up in Canada who has been separated from his family L Pod, OUR local orcas. The Canadian government has been helping to capture Luna and reunite him with his pod which has now been spotted. The problem is the Native Americans up there believe he is their recently departed chief and with their canoes, they have interfered with the capture and reunification process. Luna does seem to like their canoes better than the Canadian net. Well, I do think our neighborhood bald eagle is my Dad so who knows???
// posted by Janet @ 8:19 PM
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Saturday, June 26, 2004
Trains in Seattle
A train traveling 60 mph takes 1.5 miles to stop. I learned this while helping my daughter to review for her driver's test. "One point five miles to STOP" is one of the most deadliest problems we have in the Puget Sound area.
Any map will reveal the train tracks run along the water--Puget Sound--from Seattle through Everett. The tracks move inland South Sound and then return to the water front in Tacoma. When the Mariners games are on TV from Safeco field, the train horns are part of the background noise. Also, along the water exist several gorgeous beach parks--Seattle, North Seattle, Edmonds and Mukilteo. We live on a bluff overlooking the Sound and just below us trains go by on a regular basis. Obviously the trains run along the water because Seattle is a port city and at the turn of the century, it was the most efficient and obvious place to build the tracks. In those days, they didn't seem to care much about view property.
But now, because of the value of water views, houses are perched all along the Sound in expensive residential areas near railroad tracks---and with beach parks. The angriest I have ever been at my son was when he was about 10 and he and a friend placed pennies on the tracks, jumped down into the rocks and waited. Yes, he managed to come home with his trophy flattened penny. He probably still thinks it was worth my wrath because it is on his dresser to this day.
Every year, several people in our area are killed by trains and usually the victims are children or teen agers. Also, the offending train is almost always Amtrak because they are quiet. Kids who think they are immortal assume they will hear a train coming when they are doing stupid things on the tracks; they do hear the freight trains but not killer Amtrak. Last night we were at a friend's house in Seattle. Last year their teen age son was walking along the tracks near a beach park with his friends and his fourteen year old girl friend was....it is too horrible to mention. She did not live and what those kids witnessed is as bad as anything in Iraq.
Some beach parks have elaborate stairs over the tracks for beach access and usually it is a memorial bridge named for a dead child. Other beach parks have the tracks completely accessible as is the case with Mukilteo. June 21 was the last day of school in Mukilteo and the tradition is to go to our local beach park. Both my daughter and my son in separate groups were there. Sure enough, when I picked up my daughter, the aid cars and fire trucks were at the end of the park where the tracks are practically on the beach and the train was stopped. "Where's your brother!!???"
"Mom. don't panic! When I saw the ambulance, I called him and he is not here." We found out later that middle school kids were playing on the tracks and one of them had to be airlifted into Seattle. We don't know the details. All parents in the Puget Sound area worry about this nightmare.
Ironically, Kaley and one of her friends who also lives in a view home were discussing how the trains seem to be sounding their whistles more lately. Their friends were teasing them, "Geez, you guys with the views complaining about the noise. Boo Hoo!" Maybe just maybe the train engineer is trying to save lives because coming around a curve, it takes 1.5 miles to stop.
A train traveling 60 mph takes 1.5 miles to stop. I learned this while helping my daughter to review for her driver's test. "One point five miles to STOP" is one of the most deadliest problems we have in the Puget Sound area.
Any map will reveal the train tracks run along the water--Puget Sound--from Seattle through Everett. The tracks move inland South Sound and then return to the water front in Tacoma. When the Mariners games are on TV from Safeco field, the train horns are part of the background noise. Also, along the water exist several gorgeous beach parks--Seattle, North Seattle, Edmonds and Mukilteo. We live on a bluff overlooking the Sound and just below us trains go by on a regular basis. Obviously the trains run along the water because Seattle is a port city and at the turn of the century, it was the most efficient and obvious place to build the tracks. In those days, they didn't seem to care much about view property.
But now, because of the value of water views, houses are perched all along the Sound in expensive residential areas near railroad tracks---and with beach parks. The angriest I have ever been at my son was when he was about 10 and he and a friend placed pennies on the tracks, jumped down into the rocks and waited. Yes, he managed to come home with his trophy flattened penny. He probably still thinks it was worth my wrath because it is on his dresser to this day.
Every year, several people in our area are killed by trains and usually the victims are children or teen agers. Also, the offending train is almost always Amtrak because they are quiet. Kids who think they are immortal assume they will hear a train coming when they are doing stupid things on the tracks; they do hear the freight trains but not killer Amtrak. Last night we were at a friend's house in Seattle. Last year their teen age son was walking along the tracks near a beach park with his friends and his fourteen year old girl friend was....it is too horrible to mention. She did not live and what those kids witnessed is as bad as anything in Iraq.
Some beach parks have elaborate stairs over the tracks for beach access and usually it is a memorial bridge named for a dead child. Other beach parks have the tracks completely accessible as is the case with Mukilteo. June 21 was the last day of school in Mukilteo and the tradition is to go to our local beach park. Both my daughter and my son in separate groups were there. Sure enough, when I picked up my daughter, the aid cars and fire trucks were at the end of the park where the tracks are practically on the beach and the train was stopped. "Where's your brother!!???"
"Mom. don't panic! When I saw the ambulance, I called him and he is not here." We found out later that middle school kids were playing on the tracks and one of them had to be airlifted into Seattle. We don't know the details. All parents in the Puget Sound area worry about this nightmare.
Ironically, Kaley and one of her friends who also lives in a view home were discussing how the trains seem to be sounding their whistles more lately. Their friends were teasing them, "Geez, you guys with the views complaining about the noise. Boo Hoo!" Maybe just maybe the train engineer is trying to save lives because coming around a curve, it takes 1.5 miles to stop.
// posted by Janet @ 10:53 AM
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Wednesday, June 23, 2004
Ten Things You Look For In A Mate
As always this is from yanowhatimean.com and is her Ten on Tuesday list which I missed here by a day.
I suppose after 31 years of a happy marriage, I should write a "Keys to a Happy Marriage" pamphlet. The thing is, I really don't have any secrets about having a successful marriage. Dave and I just clicked from the beginning. I hate it when people say--"Oh, you have to work at it to have a good relationship!!" My advice would be if you have to work at it and it is hard, do NOT--I repeat, do NOT marry the person. When we married, we were both only 20 but neither one of us had any doubts. Of course, we have had our arguments but nothing has ever been marriage threatening. So for my list:
1. Comfort--I have a complete feeling of comfort with my husband; I can tell him and he can tell me if we have a boogers in our noses.
2. Friendship--My husband is my best friend; I can go to Costco with him and have fun.
3. Tolerance--He thinks Britney Spears is cute; I think Apolo Ohno is cute and we can laugh about it.
4. Humor--sometimes my husband says the most hilarious things and after all of these years I still laugh. For example, the other day he was on a scientist retreat on a boat out in Puget Sound for the afternoon. When he got home, he said in his usual understated way, "If that boat had had any problems and sunk, it would have set cancer research back about 50 years!"
5. Equality--We married young--in 1973--but we have always been equal partners. We were in college together; grad school together; we started our first jobs together with equal pay; we shared cleaning and cooking. Children threw this off a bit but we readjusted to maintain our equality.
6. Fights--we do have them but somehow we manage to talk through them. I think you need to fight sometimes because it clears the air.
7. Intelligence--I would never have liked him to begin with if he hadn't been really smart.
8. Passion--I thought my hubby was hot when I was 16 and I still do.
9. Agreement--We have the same tastes in furniture, politics and religion---three biggies.
10. Trust--We trust each other; we are open and honest and committed and we like each other and we love each other.
So there you go but I also think I am very very lucky to be with a truly nice man.
As always this is from yanowhatimean.com and is her Ten on Tuesday list which I missed here by a day.
I suppose after 31 years of a happy marriage, I should write a "Keys to a Happy Marriage" pamphlet. The thing is, I really don't have any secrets about having a successful marriage. Dave and I just clicked from the beginning. I hate it when people say--"Oh, you have to work at it to have a good relationship!!" My advice would be if you have to work at it and it is hard, do NOT--I repeat, do NOT marry the person. When we married, we were both only 20 but neither one of us had any doubts. Of course, we have had our arguments but nothing has ever been marriage threatening. So for my list:
1. Comfort--I have a complete feeling of comfort with my husband; I can tell him and he can tell me if we have a boogers in our noses.
2. Friendship--My husband is my best friend; I can go to Costco with him and have fun.
3. Tolerance--He thinks Britney Spears is cute; I think Apolo Ohno is cute and we can laugh about it.
4. Humor--sometimes my husband says the most hilarious things and after all of these years I still laugh. For example, the other day he was on a scientist retreat on a boat out in Puget Sound for the afternoon. When he got home, he said in his usual understated way, "If that boat had had any problems and sunk, it would have set cancer research back about 50 years!"
5. Equality--We married young--in 1973--but we have always been equal partners. We were in college together; grad school together; we started our first jobs together with equal pay; we shared cleaning and cooking. Children threw this off a bit but we readjusted to maintain our equality.
6. Fights--we do have them but somehow we manage to talk through them. I think you need to fight sometimes because it clears the air.
7. Intelligence--I would never have liked him to begin with if he hadn't been really smart.
8. Passion--I thought my hubby was hot when I was 16 and I still do.
9. Agreement--We have the same tastes in furniture, politics and religion---three biggies.
10. Trust--We trust each other; we are open and honest and committed and we like each other and we love each other.
So there you go but I also think I am very very lucky to be with a truly nice man.
// posted by Janet @ 11:50 AM
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Sunday, June 20, 2004
Happy Father's Day
My Dad would be 81 if he were still alive. It has been 24 years since he left this earth and I still miss him. But he is still here with me. I see him in the bald eagle who lives in my neighborhood.
I see him in my son, his grandson, who never knew him. My son eats a piece of pie with his fingers like my Dad always did; my son loves to collect coins and look for junk with a metal detector like my Dad did; my son loves to camp and backpack and fish like my Dad did; and my son adores me like my Dad did.
My daughter, his only granddaughter, would have been adored by my Dad. He would have loved her singing and her piano playing. He would have loved to see her perform. He would think she was the most beautiful teen age girl on earth and he would have told her that. He would laugh that she is so much like me.
I thank my Dad for teaching me so many things. Specifically, I remember sitting next to him while he fished on the Missouri River at Beaver Creek where his ashes now lay. He liked to put little white marshmallows on his hook with worms for bait. His thumbs would be sticky from the marshmallow. As he held his pole with his thumbs on the reel, a bumblebee quietly landed on his hand. "Daaad!" But he quelled my reaction and responded that the bee only wanted to share the marshmallow. We calmly watched while the bumblebee snacked off of his thumbs and silently flew away.
I remember this every time I garden in my bumblebee-filled pink azaleas and pink rhodies--especially when I wear a pink shirt. In fact, one time a bumblebee managed to get underneath my shirt and I tried to remain calm remembering my Dad's words that stinging is the last thing he would want to do because his life would end. My children, little at the time, became hysterical and ran into the house and hid under their beds. The bee never did sting me. Unfortunately, I have been unable to pass the absence of bee-fear on to his grandchildren.
But I have done my best to keep his memory alive for them. It is the least I can do.
My Dad would be 81 if he were still alive. It has been 24 years since he left this earth and I still miss him. But he is still here with me. I see him in the bald eagle who lives in my neighborhood.
I see him in my son, his grandson, who never knew him. My son eats a piece of pie with his fingers like my Dad always did; my son loves to collect coins and look for junk with a metal detector like my Dad did; my son loves to camp and backpack and fish like my Dad did; and my son adores me like my Dad did.
My daughter, his only granddaughter, would have been adored by my Dad. He would have loved her singing and her piano playing. He would have loved to see her perform. He would think she was the most beautiful teen age girl on earth and he would have told her that. He would laugh that she is so much like me.
I thank my Dad for teaching me so many things. Specifically, I remember sitting next to him while he fished on the Missouri River at Beaver Creek where his ashes now lay. He liked to put little white marshmallows on his hook with worms for bait. His thumbs would be sticky from the marshmallow. As he held his pole with his thumbs on the reel, a bumblebee quietly landed on his hand. "Daaad!" But he quelled my reaction and responded that the bee only wanted to share the marshmallow. We calmly watched while the bumblebee snacked off of his thumbs and silently flew away.
I remember this every time I garden in my bumblebee-filled pink azaleas and pink rhodies--especially when I wear a pink shirt. In fact, one time a bumblebee managed to get underneath my shirt and I tried to remain calm remembering my Dad's words that stinging is the last thing he would want to do because his life would end. My children, little at the time, became hysterical and ran into the house and hid under their beds. The bee never did sting me. Unfortunately, I have been unable to pass the absence of bee-fear on to his grandchildren.
But I have done my best to keep his memory alive for them. It is the least I can do.
// posted by Janet @ 10:31 AM
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Saturday, June 19, 2004
Mount Rainier
Mount Rainier looks like a giant harmless dish of vanilla ice cream in the sky. It is visible from all parts of the Puget Sound area when it is "out". But for the third time in a month, it has claimed another life and they are looking for the fourth. Always, the deaths are "experienced" climbers---young people with fabulous futures and young children. I cry.
Mount Rainier looks like a giant harmless dish of vanilla ice cream in the sky. It is visible from all parts of the Puget Sound area when it is "out". But for the third time in a month, it has claimed another life and they are looking for the fourth. Always, the deaths are "experienced" climbers---young people with fabulous futures and young children. I cry.
// posted by Janet @ 8:41 AM
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Thursday, June 17, 2004
Why Did We Move to Seattle
Yesterday was our 31st Wedding Anniversary. Usually, my husband and I reminisce on June 16 about why over the years we made the choices we did. Part of our honeymoon was spent in Seattle but at that time we were still in college in Montana and there was no way I wanted to move to a big city or ever ever leave Montana. As it turned out, graduate school took us from Montana to Kansas City. Dave's parents were from Kansas and Dave's brother had gone to medical school there; KU Medical Center had some fabulous graduate programs in biochemistry and pharmacology. Two law schools were nearby and I was admitted to both after being a teacher's aide for two years. So we survived there for 5 1/2 miserable years though we both completed excellent graduate programs.
Dave's mentor who was originally from Iowa wanted Dave to take a post-doc position in North Carolina at NIEHS--a branch of NIH, the National Institutes of Health. Dave was accepted so I applied for law positions. Oh man, I did not want to go; I had been away from home for too long. Dave's mentor kept telling us "you make a home wherever you live and the surroundings do not matter that much." But he was from IOWA and he did not know that I would have dreams at night about driving around a corner and beautiful snow covered mountains would be looming right there at the end of the street--in Kansas! Letters I sent to North Carolina were all returned with rejections to "MR. Janet...". Dave saw an ad for a position at the University of Washington--in Seattle and against his mentor's advice, he applied and was offered the job. WOW!!
Seattle was beautiful, I remembered from our honeymoon, but it was a big city. I didn't care anymore because I had gotten used to Kansas City and Seattle, surrounded by huge mountains, was a day's drive from Montana. When I applied for jobs in Seattle, letters showing interest in me were addressed to "MS. Janet...". All of our belongings fit into a small U-Haul and along with our Golden Retriever named Monty (Montana Gold), we headed west and north in 1979, twenty five years ago. We have NOT once regretted the decision; I have never been back to Kansas City; Dave's mentor is still there.
Yesterday, Dave took the day off because it is our day. Our daughter is still in school; our son is in Guatemala so we took a simple drive--just the two of us. Immediately north of Seattle and Mukilteo where the tulips grow, they also grow strawberries and asparagus. The day was still and crystal clear. At many different spots along the Skagit River, we could see the Olympics, the Cascades, white Mt. Rainier, and bright white Mt. Baker and Puget Sound. I haven't had those recurring dreams for 25 years and surroundings do matter....to me.
We stopped to buy strawberries at one of the dozens of roadside stands---and asparagus and onions and lettuce and cherries and tay berries---and we marveled at the scenery. At one point along the curvy road, my husband who I know appreciates nice breasts on women, almost ran off the road. "Whoa, did you see that cow?? She really needed to be milked." Geez, it was just a cow!!!
A quote from Jonathan Raban, a Seattle author originally from England from the anthology, "Reading Seattle: The City in Prose" by Donahue and Tombold:
"It was something in the disposition of the landscape, the shifting lights and the colors of the city. Something. It was hard to nail it, but this something was a mysterious gift that Seattle made to every immigrant who cared to see it. Wherever you came from, Seattle was queerly like home...It was an extraordinarily soft and pliant city...people who came to Seattle could somehow recast it in the image of home, arranging the city around themselves like so many pillows on a bed. One day you'd wake up to find things so snug and familiar that you could easily believe that you'd been born here."
SOMETHING!! Our 25 year old gift.
Yesterday was our 31st Wedding Anniversary. Usually, my husband and I reminisce on June 16 about why over the years we made the choices we did. Part of our honeymoon was spent in Seattle but at that time we were still in college in Montana and there was no way I wanted to move to a big city or ever ever leave Montana. As it turned out, graduate school took us from Montana to Kansas City. Dave's parents were from Kansas and Dave's brother had gone to medical school there; KU Medical Center had some fabulous graduate programs in biochemistry and pharmacology. Two law schools were nearby and I was admitted to both after being a teacher's aide for two years. So we survived there for 5 1/2 miserable years though we both completed excellent graduate programs.
Dave's mentor who was originally from Iowa wanted Dave to take a post-doc position in North Carolina at NIEHS--a branch of NIH, the National Institutes of Health. Dave was accepted so I applied for law positions. Oh man, I did not want to go; I had been away from home for too long. Dave's mentor kept telling us "you make a home wherever you live and the surroundings do not matter that much." But he was from IOWA and he did not know that I would have dreams at night about driving around a corner and beautiful snow covered mountains would be looming right there at the end of the street--in Kansas! Letters I sent to North Carolina were all returned with rejections to "MR. Janet...". Dave saw an ad for a position at the University of Washington--in Seattle and against his mentor's advice, he applied and was offered the job. WOW!!
Seattle was beautiful, I remembered from our honeymoon, but it was a big city. I didn't care anymore because I had gotten used to Kansas City and Seattle, surrounded by huge mountains, was a day's drive from Montana. When I applied for jobs in Seattle, letters showing interest in me were addressed to "MS. Janet...". All of our belongings fit into a small U-Haul and along with our Golden Retriever named Monty (Montana Gold), we headed west and north in 1979, twenty five years ago. We have NOT once regretted the decision; I have never been back to Kansas City; Dave's mentor is still there.
Yesterday, Dave took the day off because it is our day. Our daughter is still in school; our son is in Guatemala so we took a simple drive--just the two of us. Immediately north of Seattle and Mukilteo where the tulips grow, they also grow strawberries and asparagus. The day was still and crystal clear. At many different spots along the Skagit River, we could see the Olympics, the Cascades, white Mt. Rainier, and bright white Mt. Baker and Puget Sound. I haven't had those recurring dreams for 25 years and surroundings do matter....to me.
We stopped to buy strawberries at one of the dozens of roadside stands---and asparagus and onions and lettuce and cherries and tay berries---and we marveled at the scenery. At one point along the curvy road, my husband who I know appreciates nice breasts on women, almost ran off the road. "Whoa, did you see that cow?? She really needed to be milked." Geez, it was just a cow!!!
A quote from Jonathan Raban, a Seattle author originally from England from the anthology, "Reading Seattle: The City in Prose" by Donahue and Tombold:
"It was something in the disposition of the landscape, the shifting lights and the colors of the city. Something. It was hard to nail it, but this something was a mysterious gift that Seattle made to every immigrant who cared to see it. Wherever you came from, Seattle was queerly like home...It was an extraordinarily soft and pliant city...people who came to Seattle could somehow recast it in the image of home, arranging the city around themselves like so many pillows on a bed. One day you'd wake up to find things so snug and familiar that you could easily believe that you'd been born here."
SOMETHING!! Our 25 year old gift.
// posted by Janet @ 9:05 AM
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Tuesday, June 15, 2004
Ten on Tuesday---Ten Worst Fashion Mistakes I've Made from as always yanowhatimean.com.
This is really a hard one for someone like me who is fashion challenged to begin with.
So the Ten worst:
1. Everyday
2. Absolutely all of the time according to my 16 year old daughter.
3. Two years ago when I went to NYC with pastel sweaters and khakis in April; it turned out to be over 90 degrees and yet they were still wearing black everywhere. I had to buy a different outfit.
4. When we go to a Seattle party or event and my husband thinks we should dress up a little; we get there and realize jeans and a sweatshirt would have been just fine and we end up looking like overdressed suburbanites.
5. I had gorgeous long silky smooth hair as a teen in dry Montana; the minute we moved to humid Seattle it turned monstrous like that episode of Friends when Monica's hair turned monstrous. It has been a challenge ever since. Whenever we go to Montana, I get my old hair back.
6. In France nine years ago, pastel sweaters and pleated khakis made me stick out. They wore teeny tiny skinny black skirts and slim black pants everywhere.
7. Those big Hillary Clinton glasses--yep, I wore those my first years as lawyer in the early 80's. I thought they helped me look smart and tough in what was then a man's world but they made me look ridiculous.
8. Mini-skirts in the late 60's and early 70's. Ugh!!
9. Ripped and dirty jeans for every occasion in the mid-70's---Hmmm--perfect for Seattle anytime.
10. All of my pastel sweaters and pleated Eddie Bauer khakis. HELP!! I need a personal fashion assistant.
This is really a hard one for someone like me who is fashion challenged to begin with.
So the Ten worst:
1. Everyday
2. Absolutely all of the time according to my 16 year old daughter.
3. Two years ago when I went to NYC with pastel sweaters and khakis in April; it turned out to be over 90 degrees and yet they were still wearing black everywhere. I had to buy a different outfit.
4. When we go to a Seattle party or event and my husband thinks we should dress up a little; we get there and realize jeans and a sweatshirt would have been just fine and we end up looking like overdressed suburbanites.
5. I had gorgeous long silky smooth hair as a teen in dry Montana; the minute we moved to humid Seattle it turned monstrous like that episode of Friends when Monica's hair turned monstrous. It has been a challenge ever since. Whenever we go to Montana, I get my old hair back.
6. In France nine years ago, pastel sweaters and pleated khakis made me stick out. They wore teeny tiny skinny black skirts and slim black pants everywhere.
7. Those big Hillary Clinton glasses--yep, I wore those my first years as lawyer in the early 80's. I thought they helped me look smart and tough in what was then a man's world but they made me look ridiculous.
8. Mini-skirts in the late 60's and early 70's. Ugh!!
9. Ripped and dirty jeans for every occasion in the mid-70's---Hmmm--perfect for Seattle anytime.
10. All of my pastel sweaters and pleated Eddie Bauer khakis. HELP!! I need a personal fashion assistant.
// posted by Janet @ 8:34 AM
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Monday, June 14, 2004
5TH AVE AWARDS
Kamiak High School only won one of their 10 nominations but they did win Best Musical Direction. This was quite an honor because after all, the awards were for high school "musicals". Olympia High School won Best Musical for Guys and Dolls. Nevertheless, it was a fabulous evening and Kamiak's rousing performance (which included my daughter--yes--on that stage!) of "One Day More" from Les Miserables blew the audience away.
Kids in sports seem to get tons of coverage and rightfully so--there is always a prep section in our newspapers for high school kids who get to the state level in their chosen sport. But never, never do you see articles about fine arts students doing well; in fact, the 5th Avenue event had NO media coverage despite the fact that John Curley from King5 was involved as a presenter with the most hilarious story about his high school musical days.
Last year, my son's good friend, Mitch, who was the lead violinist in my son's quartet, the lead violinist at school and in the pit orchestra for the musical, and the lead violinist and concert master of the State orchestra never had one thing written about him. Believe me, he worked just as hard as the kid who won the football scholarship to UW and who had full page color spread and who is now washed up after one year of college because of an injury or drinking or both. Mitch won competitions on the day of his father's funeral---an unexpected death---but not one word about his violin accomplishments.
A couple of months ago, however, I did see Mitch's photo in the Seattle Times in an advertisement of all things for photojournalists' work that can be ordered. From the newspaper, you can order photos of Apolo Ohno, Olympic Gold Medalist, or photos of our orcas, and evidently photos of Mitch.
Mitch, an incredibly attractive kid, was pool side in his swim suit holding his violin. The caption read, "Not only is Mitch...a fine swimmer...he plays a mean Paganini on the violin." I think if he hadn't been a champion swimmer, nobody in the media would have paid any attention to his violin skills. Ironically, swimming is not in his future because Mitch got a summer job playing in a small ensemble in Martha's Vineyard. He'll probably play for private parties and undoubtedly, he'll be noticed--just like the Seattle Times photographer noticed him. And Mitch will go far in life and it will have nothing to do with sports.
Finally, I am so happy that the 5th Avenue Theater has chosen to make these awards an annual event. They are recognizing incredible talent and hard work in kids in the Puget Sound area who really deserve the attention and who never get it. Most of these kids can dance, act, and sing the roof off the theater. The performances were pure enjoyable entertainment---something I believe we all need. The acceptance speeches were funnier and more heartfelt than the Oscars. And my guess is that like Mitch, most of the kids participating will somehow make a lifetime career out of their passion whether it be teaching or Broadway or local theater or even local magazine show host.
Kamiak High School only won one of their 10 nominations but they did win Best Musical Direction. This was quite an honor because after all, the awards were for high school "musicals". Olympia High School won Best Musical for Guys and Dolls. Nevertheless, it was a fabulous evening and Kamiak's rousing performance (which included my daughter--yes--on that stage!) of "One Day More" from Les Miserables blew the audience away.
Kids in sports seem to get tons of coverage and rightfully so--there is always a prep section in our newspapers for high school kids who get to the state level in their chosen sport. But never, never do you see articles about fine arts students doing well; in fact, the 5th Avenue event had NO media coverage despite the fact that John Curley from King5 was involved as a presenter with the most hilarious story about his high school musical days.
Last year, my son's good friend, Mitch, who was the lead violinist in my son's quartet, the lead violinist at school and in the pit orchestra for the musical, and the lead violinist and concert master of the State orchestra never had one thing written about him. Believe me, he worked just as hard as the kid who won the football scholarship to UW and who had full page color spread and who is now washed up after one year of college because of an injury or drinking or both. Mitch won competitions on the day of his father's funeral---an unexpected death---but not one word about his violin accomplishments.
A couple of months ago, however, I did see Mitch's photo in the Seattle Times in an advertisement of all things for photojournalists' work that can be ordered. From the newspaper, you can order photos of Apolo Ohno, Olympic Gold Medalist, or photos of our orcas, and evidently photos of Mitch.
Mitch, an incredibly attractive kid, was pool side in his swim suit holding his violin. The caption read, "Not only is Mitch...a fine swimmer...he plays a mean Paganini on the violin." I think if he hadn't been a champion swimmer, nobody in the media would have paid any attention to his violin skills. Ironically, swimming is not in his future because Mitch got a summer job playing in a small ensemble in Martha's Vineyard. He'll probably play for private parties and undoubtedly, he'll be noticed--just like the Seattle Times photographer noticed him. And Mitch will go far in life and it will have nothing to do with sports.
Finally, I am so happy that the 5th Avenue Theater has chosen to make these awards an annual event. They are recognizing incredible talent and hard work in kids in the Puget Sound area who really deserve the attention and who never get it. Most of these kids can dance, act, and sing the roof off the theater. The performances were pure enjoyable entertainment---something I believe we all need. The acceptance speeches were funnier and more heartfelt than the Oscars. And my guess is that like Mitch, most of the kids participating will somehow make a lifetime career out of their passion whether it be teaching or Broadway or local theater or even local magazine show host.
// posted by Janet @ 7:58 AM
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Sunday, June 13, 2004
It is time for some ONLY IN SEATTLE.
1. Only in Seattle do they sell at REI, teeny weeny propane espresso makers--portable espresso makers--for backpacking. They are sooo cute with a little teeny blue metal cup.
2. Only in Seattle do they recruit a homeless person to hold a sign and stand at a major intersection to advertise new APARTMENTS. My daughter said that is like making a person from Ethiopia serve food in a restaurant.
And my grande finale:
3. Only in Seattle is there a protest of this country's dependency on OIL---by bicyclists---but not just any bicyclists. These people, men and women, were NAKED (except for helmets, of course). Yesterday, they looped through Seattle including downtown and our beloved International Fountain at Seattle Center. Nobody was arrested because NOBODY complained. One person at the International Fountain said they were much more concerned about people smoking around the fountain and leaving cigarette butts than people expressing their First Amendment rights by riding a bicycle nude. Like I said.....Only In Seattle.
1. Only in Seattle do they sell at REI, teeny weeny propane espresso makers--portable espresso makers--for backpacking. They are sooo cute with a little teeny blue metal cup.
2. Only in Seattle do they recruit a homeless person to hold a sign and stand at a major intersection to advertise new APARTMENTS. My daughter said that is like making a person from Ethiopia serve food in a restaurant.
And my grande finale:
3. Only in Seattle is there a protest of this country's dependency on OIL---by bicyclists---but not just any bicyclists. These people, men and women, were NAKED (except for helmets, of course). Yesterday, they looped through Seattle including downtown and our beloved International Fountain at Seattle Center. Nobody was arrested because NOBODY complained. One person at the International Fountain said they were much more concerned about people smoking around the fountain and leaving cigarette butts than people expressing their First Amendment rights by riding a bicycle nude. Like I said.....Only In Seattle.
// posted by Janet @ 11:03 AM
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Wednesday, June 09, 2004
Living With A Toxicologist: Part 3
The following are examples just from the last week---my whole marriage has been like this. My husband has a very dry sense of humor so you cannot always tell if he is joking. My children have grown up believing unbelievable stories because they believed their father.
For example, our beloved local seafood chain, Ivar's, used to advertise with dancing clams on TV. (Actually, they were people with upper bodies like clams and black tights.) My husband told my daughter when she was little that they were real. Technically, this is not a falsehood because they were real people but she became afraid to go to the beach for fear of running into one of these dancing clams. Recently, while watching a local parade, along came the dancing clams in the flesh. Even as a teen ager, her face turned white at the sight.
Back to my examples:
1. I had to have a couple of old fillings replaced yesterday. The side of my face and my tongue were, of course, dead. I asked the dental assistant how long it would take to go away and she said a couple of hours depending "on your metabolism". My logical brain told me that if I exercised after my appointment, thereby increasing my metabolism, my face would come back to life sooner. So, I took my Apolo on a long vigorous walk including a steep hill. When I met my husband for dinner, I proudly told him how I had hastened my recovery. He immediately replied, "Great, but you actually delayed your recovery."
"What? Are you kidding?"
"No, I'm serious. Vigorous exercise would increase your circulation to your muscles. Metabolism of the anesthetic occurs in the liver--so you took the circulation away from your liver and directed it to your muscles. So you slowed your body's ability to rid itself of the drug. But, it probably didn't make a whole lot of difference one way or the other," he smiles.
"Oh, geez, shut up!"
2. We decided to try a new salmon recipe for Copper River salmon the other night. It had a rhubarb sauce with carmelized onions served over fava beans. We needed "fava beans". On the way to the store, I asked my husband what fava beans looked like. He responded, "I don't know what fava beans look like but if you have this certain 'blah, blah, blah' Mediterranean gene, if you eat them, your red blood cells basically explode and you die from internal bleeding. Blood comes out everywhere. Quinine can do this, too."
"Are you joking? How do you know you don't have the gene? I know I couldn't because I am all British Isle blood!! But we don't know where your sister's black hair and dark skin and Kaley's nose originated. Are you kidding?"
"No, it's true."
"I don't think I want fava beans anymore. Your genetic make up is a family mystery! I've lost my appetite. Come on, are you serious?"
"I am serious, but I have no idea what fava beans look like."
Well, we couldn't find fava beans so we substituted and by the way--don't try the rhubarb sauce with carmelized onions on salmon recipe. Not good!
3. At the 5th Ave. Theater just last night (Kamiak won Best Musical Direction but lost out on Best Musical--more on this later), we were seated in the balcony and we could see the spotlight beam. The beam completely highlighted all of the dust in the air. My husband looks up and nudges me, "Look, you want to see what you are breathing?"
"NO, No, no, are you kidding? Geez, be quiet!!!"
The following are examples just from the last week---my whole marriage has been like this. My husband has a very dry sense of humor so you cannot always tell if he is joking. My children have grown up believing unbelievable stories because they believed their father.
For example, our beloved local seafood chain, Ivar's, used to advertise with dancing clams on TV. (Actually, they were people with upper bodies like clams and black tights.) My husband told my daughter when she was little that they were real. Technically, this is not a falsehood because they were real people but she became afraid to go to the beach for fear of running into one of these dancing clams. Recently, while watching a local parade, along came the dancing clams in the flesh. Even as a teen ager, her face turned white at the sight.
Back to my examples:
1. I had to have a couple of old fillings replaced yesterday. The side of my face and my tongue were, of course, dead. I asked the dental assistant how long it would take to go away and she said a couple of hours depending "on your metabolism". My logical brain told me that if I exercised after my appointment, thereby increasing my metabolism, my face would come back to life sooner. So, I took my Apolo on a long vigorous walk including a steep hill. When I met my husband for dinner, I proudly told him how I had hastened my recovery. He immediately replied, "Great, but you actually delayed your recovery."
"What? Are you kidding?"
"No, I'm serious. Vigorous exercise would increase your circulation to your muscles. Metabolism of the anesthetic occurs in the liver--so you took the circulation away from your liver and directed it to your muscles. So you slowed your body's ability to rid itself of the drug. But, it probably didn't make a whole lot of difference one way or the other," he smiles.
"Oh, geez, shut up!"
2. We decided to try a new salmon recipe for Copper River salmon the other night. It had a rhubarb sauce with carmelized onions served over fava beans. We needed "fava beans". On the way to the store, I asked my husband what fava beans looked like. He responded, "I don't know what fava beans look like but if you have this certain 'blah, blah, blah' Mediterranean gene, if you eat them, your red blood cells basically explode and you die from internal bleeding. Blood comes out everywhere. Quinine can do this, too."
"Are you joking? How do you know you don't have the gene? I know I couldn't because I am all British Isle blood!! But we don't know where your sister's black hair and dark skin and Kaley's nose originated. Are you kidding?"
"No, it's true."
"I don't think I want fava beans anymore. Your genetic make up is a family mystery! I've lost my appetite. Come on, are you serious?"
"I am serious, but I have no idea what fava beans look like."
Well, we couldn't find fava beans so we substituted and by the way--don't try the rhubarb sauce with carmelized onions on salmon recipe. Not good!
3. At the 5th Ave. Theater just last night (Kamiak won Best Musical Direction but lost out on Best Musical--more on this later), we were seated in the balcony and we could see the spotlight beam. The beam completely highlighted all of the dust in the air. My husband looks up and nudges me, "Look, you want to see what you are breathing?"
"NO, No, no, are you kidding? Geez, be quiet!!!"
// posted by Janet @ 10:21 AM
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Tuesday, June 08, 2004
Ten on Tuesday
Ten Things That Annoy Me When I Drive (as usual from yanowhatimean.com)
Mukilteo is a ferry town so we have some unique traffic situations. The ferry lets off a line of cars about every 30 minutes or so; the ferry route, like Edmonds which is also a ferry town, snakes through residential areas in addition to our main business areas.
1. When I try to turn left into the Post Office and nobody in the line of cars getting off the ferry slows to let me turn.
2. People who think the ferry lane to get on the ferry is a right turn lane. The signs are obvious that at the corner of the Speedway and the Boulevard, you can only turn right from the LEFT lane. OK so ferry intersections are quirky.
3. People who turn right on red at this intersection.
4. People who block us locals at this intersection from side streets.
5. Actually, the entire intersection annoys me.
6. People who cut in a ferry line.
7. People who honk at others in a ferry line coming or going.
8. People who leave their car unattended in the ferry line and cars have to move around them--unless, of course, they are running back to their car with LATTE in hand and they wave a thank you wave--all is understood and forgiven.
9. People who do not return a thank you wave if you let them into a line of traffic.
10. Ending up behind a big truck as it pulls off the ferry because it is a rather steep hill from the ferry and you cannot go around and they are so slow and there is absolutely nothing you can do except hope a big log doesn't slide onto your windshield.
And finally, this is some follow up to my post below about our unfriendliness. I received quite a bit of feedback actually. People in the Seattle area may be a little aloof but we are very polite and when the ice is broken, are very nice and sincere. I have been at tons of meetings where no one talks even if seated at the same table--at least for the first few hours. But if somebody starts a little conversation, the ice breaks and we are quite friendly.
Ten Things That Annoy Me When I Drive (as usual from yanowhatimean.com)
Mukilteo is a ferry town so we have some unique traffic situations. The ferry lets off a line of cars about every 30 minutes or so; the ferry route, like Edmonds which is also a ferry town, snakes through residential areas in addition to our main business areas.
1. When I try to turn left into the Post Office and nobody in the line of cars getting off the ferry slows to let me turn.
2. People who think the ferry lane to get on the ferry is a right turn lane. The signs are obvious that at the corner of the Speedway and the Boulevard, you can only turn right from the LEFT lane. OK so ferry intersections are quirky.
3. People who turn right on red at this intersection.
4. People who block us locals at this intersection from side streets.
5. Actually, the entire intersection annoys me.
6. People who cut in a ferry line.
7. People who honk at others in a ferry line coming or going.
8. People who leave their car unattended in the ferry line and cars have to move around them--unless, of course, they are running back to their car with LATTE in hand and they wave a thank you wave--all is understood and forgiven.
9. People who do not return a thank you wave if you let them into a line of traffic.
10. Ending up behind a big truck as it pulls off the ferry because it is a rather steep hill from the ferry and you cannot go around and they are so slow and there is absolutely nothing you can do except hope a big log doesn't slide onto your windshield.
And finally, this is some follow up to my post below about our unfriendliness. I received quite a bit of feedback actually. People in the Seattle area may be a little aloof but we are very polite and when the ice is broken, are very nice and sincere. I have been at tons of meetings where no one talks even if seated at the same table--at least for the first few hours. But if somebody starts a little conversation, the ice breaks and we are quite friendly.
// posted by Janet @ 2:25 PM
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Saturday, June 05, 2004
Seattleites are NOT Friendly
This was the gist of an editorial today in the Seattle PI by Bill Radke and my family's breakfast table discussion. (seattlepi.com) As I blogged previously, the U.S. Census Bureau called Seattle America's Most Educated city. This designation prompted some nasty letters to the editor from Midwesterners who have moved here claiming we may be smart but we are snobby, pretentious, and tactless. Perhaps it is the weather and we walk around with our lattes which are nothing more than adult portable baby bottles, the article says. We are introverted and the grayness causes us to disappear inside ourselves. We do not want to acknowledge or look at people or God forbid, get involved in a conversation.
I admit it and I totally agree. I never really thought about it much until we went to Nashville two years ago. When shopping in a mall, unbelievably perky store clerks would approach us, calling us "Hun" and acting like we were long lost family--friendliness dripping over us like honey. "AAAHH", I'd think to myself and back up a few steps. Every store was like that; it was scary. I wanted to scream, "Hey, I'm from Seattle; I have this bubble around me and do not invade my space or be too friendly unless a. you are really my family or b. a very close friend or c. that friendliness is truly sincere! And PLEASE DON'T TOUCH!"
The article did not have a good reason for why we are like this. My husband asked, "Then why are we such polite and friendly drivers? We never honk. The 'finger' is usually the index finger signaling to allow a car to turn or move in front of us--with a corresponding thank you wave--clearly well-known Seattle behavior."
"This is true," I responded. "But when we are in our cars (our bubbles), there is no chance of having to get involved in a conversation so we can be polite!"
My daughter piped in, "And besides, it is all an effort to avoid an accident. Otherwise, we'd have to get out of the car a talk to the people who ran into us."
Two years ago we also went to New York City. I really liked the people there and felt much more friendliness than Seattle but it was sincere and helpful. My daughter and I were in a buffet-type lunch line in Manhattan to get a fabulous salad. Most of the patrons appeared to be regulars. I wasn't quite sure whether or not to order a half-salad. A person in line overheard and told me exactly what to do in a straight forward not too friendly but helpful way. I was very appreciative. In Seattle, the people in line would say nothing, scowl, wonder why I was holding up the line, and conclude I was some idiot from out of town who didn't know how things work around here.
The editorial in today's paper states that on hiking trails, people's friendliness blossoms. I disagree--completely. Hikers I have encountered barely acknowledge anyone else. Everyone is thinking the same thing, "Damn, this is my trail and I am not willing to share; let's walk faster (or slower) so we don't have to be around these folks."
The final suggestion of the article, "All around you are Homo sapiens [in downtown Seattle] and they are just as much a part of nature as the eagles. They're a little skittish and don't like to be petted until they're familiar with you. But they do understand a smile and a nod. Give them a little of what they want. It can't hurt. And they might amaze you."
This was the gist of an editorial today in the Seattle PI by Bill Radke and my family's breakfast table discussion. (seattlepi.com) As I blogged previously, the U.S. Census Bureau called Seattle America's Most Educated city. This designation prompted some nasty letters to the editor from Midwesterners who have moved here claiming we may be smart but we are snobby, pretentious, and tactless. Perhaps it is the weather and we walk around with our lattes which are nothing more than adult portable baby bottles, the article says. We are introverted and the grayness causes us to disappear inside ourselves. We do not want to acknowledge or look at people or God forbid, get involved in a conversation.
I admit it and I totally agree. I never really thought about it much until we went to Nashville two years ago. When shopping in a mall, unbelievably perky store clerks would approach us, calling us "Hun" and acting like we were long lost family--friendliness dripping over us like honey. "AAAHH", I'd think to myself and back up a few steps. Every store was like that; it was scary. I wanted to scream, "Hey, I'm from Seattle; I have this bubble around me and do not invade my space or be too friendly unless a. you are really my family or b. a very close friend or c. that friendliness is truly sincere! And PLEASE DON'T TOUCH!"
The article did not have a good reason for why we are like this. My husband asked, "Then why are we such polite and friendly drivers? We never honk. The 'finger' is usually the index finger signaling to allow a car to turn or move in front of us--with a corresponding thank you wave--clearly well-known Seattle behavior."
"This is true," I responded. "But when we are in our cars (our bubbles), there is no chance of having to get involved in a conversation so we can be polite!"
My daughter piped in, "And besides, it is all an effort to avoid an accident. Otherwise, we'd have to get out of the car a talk to the people who ran into us."
Two years ago we also went to New York City. I really liked the people there and felt much more friendliness than Seattle but it was sincere and helpful. My daughter and I were in a buffet-type lunch line in Manhattan to get a fabulous salad. Most of the patrons appeared to be regulars. I wasn't quite sure whether or not to order a half-salad. A person in line overheard and told me exactly what to do in a straight forward not too friendly but helpful way. I was very appreciative. In Seattle, the people in line would say nothing, scowl, wonder why I was holding up the line, and conclude I was some idiot from out of town who didn't know how things work around here.
The editorial in today's paper states that on hiking trails, people's friendliness blossoms. I disagree--completely. Hikers I have encountered barely acknowledge anyone else. Everyone is thinking the same thing, "Damn, this is my trail and I am not willing to share; let's walk faster (or slower) so we don't have to be around these folks."
The final suggestion of the article, "All around you are Homo sapiens [in downtown Seattle] and they are just as much a part of nature as the eagles. They're a little skittish and don't like to be petted until they're familiar with you. But they do understand a smile and a nod. Give them a little of what they want. It can't hurt. And they might amaze you."
// posted by Janet @ 10:29 AM
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Friday, June 04, 2004
Being Married to a Toxicologist, Part 2
Four years ago my mother was diagnosed with breast cancer. My mother's cancer flipped me out; not only was I concerned about losing her, I believed this meant I too would automatically suffer the same fate. Having a calm, reassuring, and knowledgeable husband has been an incredible benefit.
My husband has a PhD in pharmacology (not pharmacy) with an emphasis in toxicology. He started out learning about and doing research into how drugs and medications are processed by the body which got him into the liver. The toxicology part got him into exposures such as natural toxins, pesticides, herbicides, arsenic, and industrial chemicals. The exposure issue led to cancer--liver cancer and then cancers of all types. The incredible mapping of the human genome has superimposed genetics over it all. (I remember more than 25 years ago my husband telling me how remarkable aspirin was and that he wouldn't be surprised if somehow someday, it would be the cure for cancer; history may yet prove him right.)
Two beliefs are mere myths and are not true:
1. My mother had breast cancer so I will get it.
2. Breast cancer is increasing because of all of these chemicals we are exposed to today.
I am at risk for breast cancer because....I am a woman. This is a fact. Because I am a woman, I have a one in eight lifetime chance of being diagnosed. The main cause of breast cancer is lifetime exposure to....estrogen. It boils down to estrogen with the complicating factor of some genes making certain women more susceptible. Also, the longer we live increases our risk of all cancers. This is why this cancer is rare in men.
Interrupting a woman's exposure to estrogen reduces the risk. Pregnancy and nursing interrupts exposure to estrogen and the earlier the better. In societies where women begin having babies early, where they nurse their babies, and where they have many babies, breast cancer is rare. In the United States, women are delaying pregnancy and they are having fewer children so breast cancer is not rare here. Reducing exposure to estrogen is also caused by late onset of menstruation, early menopause, or cycle interruptions by weight loss or extreme exercise. My risk goes above the baseline risk because I had only two children after age 30 BUT I reduced the risk by nursing (two babies) for 25 months total. I did not have periods when I nursed.
Lifestyle can increase a woman's estrogen. We now know that obesity and fat cells cause an increase in estrogen levels. Alcohol does, too. Hormone replacement therapy obviously does. Exercise probably reduces estrogen. My husband is suspicious of smoking; no scientific studies exist which connect smoking directly to breast cancer but smoking increases the risk of about every other type of cancer so it seems logical. My husband thinks it is possible that smoking somehow causes...yes, our good friend estrogen...to be increased in the same way alcohol or fat does. My mother smoked for over 40 years and she was taking hormone replacements. She had her children young, though only two babies. She nursed BUT her periods did not stop while she nursed--an interesting anecdote. And my Mom was old when she was diagnosed at age 72.
Sometimes we hear about neighborhoods where there is a "cluster" of breast cancers. The women are quick to blame the stuff in the barrels buried in the vacant lot or the spray used to control pests on their street. My husband, who knows a whole lot about the "stuff" in the barrels doesn't believe this is the culprit. More likely the women of the same socioeconomic level have had fewer children later in life--combine that with being overweight and increased alcohol consumption---throw in some hormone replacement and voila.
Of course, cancers, including breast cancer can be completely random with no apparent cause particularly in very young women or the familial gene for breast cancer can be a huge factor. I do not think we have the gene; my mother, the only smoker, is the first in my family. Furthermore, the causes of cancer are quite complicated, every individual is unique, and I do not mean to oversimplify; the scientific community realizes so much more needs to be learned and studied. But I needed my husband to explain some of the known "why's" to me. I desperately needed to differentiate myself from my mother.
The good news is that my Mom is doing well because her cancer was found at a very early stage--the key. After her treatments finished and she recovered strength, she resumed her normal life and took off to Israel and Turkey (after 9/11 so her life was probably more in danger there than from her cancer). She takes tamoxophen which according to hubby really really really works as a preventative.
As for me, I have my yearly check ups with a mammogram. I realize I am not my Mom but I need to be careful so I do not smoke, I exercise, keep my weight down, eat vegetables of all colors, eat fruit and berries, and try to drink no more than one glass of wine daily. I do not plan to take hormone replacements.
Finally, I think I am going to add low dose aspirin to my daily routine.
Four years ago my mother was diagnosed with breast cancer. My mother's cancer flipped me out; not only was I concerned about losing her, I believed this meant I too would automatically suffer the same fate. Having a calm, reassuring, and knowledgeable husband has been an incredible benefit.
My husband has a PhD in pharmacology (not pharmacy) with an emphasis in toxicology. He started out learning about and doing research into how drugs and medications are processed by the body which got him into the liver. The toxicology part got him into exposures such as natural toxins, pesticides, herbicides, arsenic, and industrial chemicals. The exposure issue led to cancer--liver cancer and then cancers of all types. The incredible mapping of the human genome has superimposed genetics over it all. (I remember more than 25 years ago my husband telling me how remarkable aspirin was and that he wouldn't be surprised if somehow someday, it would be the cure for cancer; history may yet prove him right.)
Two beliefs are mere myths and are not true:
1. My mother had breast cancer so I will get it.
2. Breast cancer is increasing because of all of these chemicals we are exposed to today.
I am at risk for breast cancer because....I am a woman. This is a fact. Because I am a woman, I have a one in eight lifetime chance of being diagnosed. The main cause of breast cancer is lifetime exposure to....estrogen. It boils down to estrogen with the complicating factor of some genes making certain women more susceptible. Also, the longer we live increases our risk of all cancers. This is why this cancer is rare in men.
Interrupting a woman's exposure to estrogen reduces the risk. Pregnancy and nursing interrupts exposure to estrogen and the earlier the better. In societies where women begin having babies early, where they nurse their babies, and where they have many babies, breast cancer is rare. In the United States, women are delaying pregnancy and they are having fewer children so breast cancer is not rare here. Reducing exposure to estrogen is also caused by late onset of menstruation, early menopause, or cycle interruptions by weight loss or extreme exercise. My risk goes above the baseline risk because I had only two children after age 30 BUT I reduced the risk by nursing (two babies) for 25 months total. I did not have periods when I nursed.
Lifestyle can increase a woman's estrogen. We now know that obesity and fat cells cause an increase in estrogen levels. Alcohol does, too. Hormone replacement therapy obviously does. Exercise probably reduces estrogen. My husband is suspicious of smoking; no scientific studies exist which connect smoking directly to breast cancer but smoking increases the risk of about every other type of cancer so it seems logical. My husband thinks it is possible that smoking somehow causes...yes, our good friend estrogen...to be increased in the same way alcohol or fat does. My mother smoked for over 40 years and she was taking hormone replacements. She had her children young, though only two babies. She nursed BUT her periods did not stop while she nursed--an interesting anecdote. And my Mom was old when she was diagnosed at age 72.
Sometimes we hear about neighborhoods where there is a "cluster" of breast cancers. The women are quick to blame the stuff in the barrels buried in the vacant lot or the spray used to control pests on their street. My husband, who knows a whole lot about the "stuff" in the barrels doesn't believe this is the culprit. More likely the women of the same socioeconomic level have had fewer children later in life--combine that with being overweight and increased alcohol consumption---throw in some hormone replacement and voila.
Of course, cancers, including breast cancer can be completely random with no apparent cause particularly in very young women or the familial gene for breast cancer can be a huge factor. I do not think we have the gene; my mother, the only smoker, is the first in my family. Furthermore, the causes of cancer are quite complicated, every individual is unique, and I do not mean to oversimplify; the scientific community realizes so much more needs to be learned and studied. But I needed my husband to explain some of the known "why's" to me. I desperately needed to differentiate myself from my mother.
The good news is that my Mom is doing well because her cancer was found at a very early stage--the key. After her treatments finished and she recovered strength, she resumed her normal life and took off to Israel and Turkey (after 9/11 so her life was probably more in danger there than from her cancer). She takes tamoxophen which according to hubby really really really works as a preventative.
As for me, I have my yearly check ups with a mammogram. I realize I am not my Mom but I need to be careful so I do not smoke, I exercise, keep my weight down, eat vegetables of all colors, eat fruit and berries, and try to drink no more than one glass of wine daily. I do not plan to take hormone replacements.
Finally, I think I am going to add low dose aspirin to my daily routine.
// posted by Janet @ 7:34 AM
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Thursday, June 03, 2004
Strangeness
Earthquakes have shaken me and I heard Mt. St. Helens erupt and experienced her ash in the weeks following. Last night (or early this morning) a booming explosion woke me up.
"What the hell was that?? Are we having an earthquake??", I pronounced.
My husband woke up in time to hear the roar and he responded, "I hear it but our bed isn't shaking so it's not an earthquake." His snoring promptly began again. I looked at the clock and it said 2:46; I had a little trouble falling back to sleep waiting for an aftershock. True, our four poster bed really rattles in an earthquake and everything was still. Eventually, sleep returned though I dreamt we were having an earthquake and my Apolo puppy was terribly frightened.
At 5:30, I got up and went through my usual routine of stepping outside to pick up my three newspapers. Everything was calm and gorgeous, the water blue, like nothing. How strange. Apolo greeted me with his cute morning hugs; he seemed OK. I turned on King5, my morning station, because I like Joyce Taylor and Allen Schauffler and sure enough, BREAKING NEWS!
The entire Puget Sound area (from Canada to Tacoma) was lit up by a brilliant flash of light with a boom at---2:45 AM. Scientists believe it was a giant meteor or perhaps space junk. I got a kick out of a couple of guys interviewed on TV who saw it obviously after an evening of drinking and gambling. They were scared shitless. Something tells me AA meetings and gamblers anon may have a larger attendance this week. And we made the national news.
Now I can add "experienced meteor" to my list of natural phenomena that have shaken me.
Earthquakes have shaken me and I heard Mt. St. Helens erupt and experienced her ash in the weeks following. Last night (or early this morning) a booming explosion woke me up.
"What the hell was that?? Are we having an earthquake??", I pronounced.
My husband woke up in time to hear the roar and he responded, "I hear it but our bed isn't shaking so it's not an earthquake." His snoring promptly began again. I looked at the clock and it said 2:46; I had a little trouble falling back to sleep waiting for an aftershock. True, our four poster bed really rattles in an earthquake and everything was still. Eventually, sleep returned though I dreamt we were having an earthquake and my Apolo puppy was terribly frightened.
At 5:30, I got up and went through my usual routine of stepping outside to pick up my three newspapers. Everything was calm and gorgeous, the water blue, like nothing. How strange. Apolo greeted me with his cute morning hugs; he seemed OK. I turned on King5, my morning station, because I like Joyce Taylor and Allen Schauffler and sure enough, BREAKING NEWS!
The entire Puget Sound area (from Canada to Tacoma) was lit up by a brilliant flash of light with a boom at---2:45 AM. Scientists believe it was a giant meteor or perhaps space junk. I got a kick out of a couple of guys interviewed on TV who saw it obviously after an evening of drinking and gambling. They were scared shitless. Something tells me AA meetings and gamblers anon may have a larger attendance this week. And we made the national news.
Now I can add "experienced meteor" to my list of natural phenomena that have shaken me.
// posted by Janet @ 7:41 AM
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Wednesday, June 02, 2004
What Is It Like to be Married to a Toxicologist?
Part 1
I get that question a lot. People ask me if we are afraid to eat anything or do anything for fear of getting cancer. Actually, it is precisely the opposite. True, my husband has spent 25 years researching and teaching about the causes of cancer, genetic mechanisms of cancer, the risks, what prevents cancer, what foods we should eat and what food we should avoid, and exposures we should avoid. People complain that, "they say everything causes cancer so who cares!" Not true!!
My husband's typical response when I ask him if I should be concerned about the spray on my apple, for example, is, "Wash it before you eat it and then realize you'd have to be a giant rat and eat 500 bushels everyday for a month and then your risk of getting such and such cancer has increased 1%." Seriously, his main advice is common sense: 1. Do not smoke 2. Exercise and keep weight down 3. Eat lots of fruits and vegetables of all colors--particularly crociferous vegetables, berries, onions and garlic.
He knows a lot about peanut butter. There is a naturally occurring mold on peanuts that can contain aflatoxin--the most potent carcigen in existence. Aflatoxin causes liver cancer and this is a particular problem in rural areas of mainland China and parts of Africa where farmers leave corn, peanuts, and other grains for long periods and mold grows. They are doing research as we speak giving these people tea made from broccoli sprouts to see if it counteracts the effects of aflatoxin.
Obviously, this is more complicated than I can write here BUT my husband wanted me to stick to the main brands of American peanut butter like Jiff and Skippy when our kids were little. Absolutely, he threw a fit over the health food store peanut butter freshly made sandwiches I craved when I was pregnant. A little bit of mold on one peanut is not a good thing but the processed stuff has more controls on the levels of bad toxins. And he didn't like me to give peanut butter to our kids everyday.
I'll write more later about my life with a person such as this; it is interesting.
Part 1
I get that question a lot. People ask me if we are afraid to eat anything or do anything for fear of getting cancer. Actually, it is precisely the opposite. True, my husband has spent 25 years researching and teaching about the causes of cancer, genetic mechanisms of cancer, the risks, what prevents cancer, what foods we should eat and what food we should avoid, and exposures we should avoid. People complain that, "they say everything causes cancer so who cares!" Not true!!
My husband's typical response when I ask him if I should be concerned about the spray on my apple, for example, is, "Wash it before you eat it and then realize you'd have to be a giant rat and eat 500 bushels everyday for a month and then your risk of getting such and such cancer has increased 1%." Seriously, his main advice is common sense: 1. Do not smoke 2. Exercise and keep weight down 3. Eat lots of fruits and vegetables of all colors--particularly crociferous vegetables, berries, onions and garlic.
He knows a lot about peanut butter. There is a naturally occurring mold on peanuts that can contain aflatoxin--the most potent carcigen in existence. Aflatoxin causes liver cancer and this is a particular problem in rural areas of mainland China and parts of Africa where farmers leave corn, peanuts, and other grains for long periods and mold grows. They are doing research as we speak giving these people tea made from broccoli sprouts to see if it counteracts the effects of aflatoxin.
Obviously, this is more complicated than I can write here BUT my husband wanted me to stick to the main brands of American peanut butter like Jiff and Skippy when our kids were little. Absolutely, he threw a fit over the health food store peanut butter freshly made sandwiches I craved when I was pregnant. A little bit of mold on one peanut is not a good thing but the processed stuff has more controls on the levels of bad toxins. And he didn't like me to give peanut butter to our kids everyday.
I'll write more later about my life with a person such as this; it is interesting.
// posted by Janet @ 2:12 PM
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Tuesday, June 01, 2004
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Today's Top Ten on Tuesday from yanowhatimean.com is Ten Favorite Drinks:
1. My first cup of French pressed coffee in the morning after grinding the locally roasted dark roast Costco beans in my Kitchenaid grinder.
2. My second cup of....
3. 2002 Meritage Private Reserve Mon Vin Rouge (bottled in Seattle)
4. The iced tea at the Mountain Loop Hiway Cafe after descending Mt. Pilchuk
5. Caffeine free Diet Coke (I get my caffeine other ways)
6. Starbuck's Double tall skinny latte.
7. Yakima River--Yakima Valley 1999 Cabernet Sauvignon
8. Mai Tai's but only in Hawaii
9. My husband's rum concoctions from the blender with fresh fruit whenever we are in a tropical setting.
10.On a hot day--a Gin and Tonic with a twist of lime.
Today's Top Ten on Tuesday from yanowhatimean.com is Ten Favorite Drinks:
1. My first cup of French pressed coffee in the morning after grinding the locally roasted dark roast Costco beans in my Kitchenaid grinder.
2. My second cup of....
3. 2002 Meritage Private Reserve Mon Vin Rouge (bottled in Seattle)
4. The iced tea at the Mountain Loop Hiway Cafe after descending Mt. Pilchuk
5. Caffeine free Diet Coke (I get my caffeine other ways)
6. Starbuck's Double tall skinny latte.
7. Yakima River--Yakima Valley 1999 Cabernet Sauvignon
8. Mai Tai's but only in Hawaii
9. My husband's rum concoctions from the blender with fresh fruit whenever we are in a tropical setting.
10.On a hot day--a Gin and Tonic with a twist of lime.
// posted by Janet @ 11:10 AM
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