Gratituitous Solidarity

Last week was National Healthcare Foodservice Week, or as they called it at my facility, “Dietary Week.”

Our dietary services manager did a great job of organizing activities for her staff. She arranged games, a scavenger hunt, special snacks, and multiple prize giveaways for dietary staff.

And she had some t-shirts made up for the dietary staff to wear on “casual Friday.”

I was given one of these t-shirts and invited to wear it on Friday as well.

I’ll admit that the shirts were cute.

But that didn’t keep it from being a t-shirt.

I don’t wear t-shirts.

Ever.

Okay–I wear them to bed and to change my oil.

Definitely not to work.

What was I to do?

I’d been offered the t-shirt as a show of solidarity. Even though I am not really a part of the “dietary staff” per se, I was invited to celebrate as though I were.

So I took the t-shirt home and modified it, only confirming the gratuitous nature of my solidarity.

Modified t-shirt

Not that tapering the waist and redoing the sleeves and the neckline of the shirt was necessary to prove that I wasn’t quite the same as the others wearing the shirt. The skirt and hose I wore with it, and the white coat worn over top probably were sufficient to make that clear.

But the shirt became an object lesson of the nature of gratuitous solidarity. “See, I’m just like you. Look how hard I’ve tried to be just like you. We’re all in this together. Can’t you see how I’m in this together with you?”

The chasm widens as the attempts at solidarity grow.

Gratuitous, a half-hearted attempt to prove I’m one of the gang when all of us know I’m not.

I realize this end bit sounds rather melancholy and depressed–it’s not. I have no problem with my “station” at the facility as member of the clinical staff. I just realized as I was modding my t-shirt how false the idea of showing “solidarity” with a group that you don’t actually belong to can be–and decided it was worth blogging :-)


Book Review: “C.S. Lewis: The Chronicler of Narnia” by Mary Dodson Wade

I consider juvenile nonfiction as my own personal version of Cliffs Notes (for those of you too young to remember the once ubiquitous yellow and black covered pamphlets, think a printed Spark Notes.) Whenever I want to get a general outline of a topic, a basic overview of an idea, or some interesting facts about something, I turn to the juvenile nonfiction section at my local library.

I was excited to see C.S. Lewis: The Chronicler of Narnia in the children’s nonfiction section when I was working on the Chronicles of Narnia reading challenge (all the way back in July!)

I generally enjoy biographies written for younger people because they tend to focus on the highlights rather than getting bogged down in the minutiae (as some adult biographies can.)

I discovered that Mary Dodson Wade’s biography did a good job at giving a classic overview of Lewis’s life. The author begins at the beginning with young Clive Staples renaming himself “Jacksie” and concludes with some of Lewis’ legacy. In a concise 83 pages, it offers an efficient, comprehensive biography.

My only peeve with the book is its title. With a subtitle like The Chronicler of Narnia, I would have expected the narrative to focus on events and ideas that specifically relate to the Chronicles of Narnia. It did no such thing.

Sure, the book opens with a quote from The Voyage of the Dawn Treader–but from there it gives no mention of Narnia until the second to last chapter (Chapter 13). While many other authors would discuss similarities and differences between Lewis’s childhood imaginary world Boxen and Narnia, Wade remains silent. While many other authors would muse on how Lewis’s love for myth or experience in the Great War or training in philosophy or comaraderie with the Inklings affected his writing of Narnia, this author does not. She does not mention Narnia until after she has told almost all of Lewis’ story and discussed all his other writings. Then and only then, she states “Lewis wrote seven fantasies for children” and begins to speak of the Chronicles.

This is where I find it hard to review this title. How can I assess such a book? It was well suited for the purpose for which I read it–that is, to give me a Cliff Notes on Lewis’s life so I wouldn’t have to work so hard while reading a more in-depth adult biography (I’m currently working on The Narnian by Alan Jacobs.) But as a biography in and of itself? It gets the job done. It tells the facts. But it has little artistry of form to recommend. Wade’s writing doesn’t pull me into Lewis’s world, it doesn’t fascinate me by establishing a meta-narrative in which to read his life, it doesn’t make any interpretations about who Lewis was. It’s just…the facts, nothing more.


Rating: 2 stars
Category: Children’s biography
Synopsis: Wade summarizes the major events in C.S. Lewis’ life, including his many writings.
Recommendation: The facts are there, the treatment pretty comprehensive–but this title lacks soul. If you want an encyclopedia entry-type coverage of Lewis, go ahead and read this. Otherwise, look elsewhere to learn who Lewis really was.


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When Johnny comes marching…

home again, “Hurrah, Hurrah!”

Or so the song goes.

Except our Johnny won’t be marching home again for quite a while.

Today, as this posts, my brother John is on his way to Omaha. From there, he will fly to San Diego, where he will be trained as a United States Marine.

John kissing Dad

He’s the first of our family to leave Nebraska. The first (of the immediate family) to join the military. The first to miss Christmas.

He’ll be gone for thirteen weeks at boot camp–and after that? No one knows.

It’ll be a big change for our family. Pray for us all, please.

And we will be praying for John.

Praying that he will grow in the strength and knowledge of Jesus Christ even as he’s trained in the strength and knowledge of the United States Marine Corps. Praying that he’ll fix his eyes on his Supreme Commander, Jesus Christ, and walk in step with HIM; even as he barks out “Yes, sir” to an earthly commander. Praying that even as he takes an oath of fealty to this country, to uphold its constitution, he will remain strong in a much higher oath–to do homage to the King above all kings, to faithfully serve Him, to die if necessary for His name and His glory.

And I pray that when Johnny comes marching home again, he’ll come marching not as a warrior of this world, but as a faithful warrior of Christ who can say

“I have fought the good fight, I have finished the race, I have kept the faith. Finally, there is laid up for me the crown of righteousness, which the Lord, the righteous Judge, will give to me on that Day, and not to me only but also to all who have loved His appearing.”
~2 Timothy 4:7-8


WiW: Self-deprecating humour

The Week in Words

I haven’t read or retained a lot this week–but I guess I still have a couple of quotes to share. Some self-deprecating humour from here and there.

“When we’re not working, we’re driving the kids to non-stop activities to ensure that they become “well-rounded.” Let me tell you, I was a complete square as a kid, and I turned out fine.”
~Matthew Paul Turner, from a blog post that I don’t remember being particularly impressed with, except for that quote :-)

“[I have always sat in the pews among you while we worship] except for the first ten years when I sat up here in my big throne like a king over his minions.”
~John Piper, from a post of Pastor Piper’s witticisms (Say that ten times fast!)

Unfortunately, I can’t make fun of myself on demand, or I’d try to emulate these two. Self-deprecating humor is an art form–but one that I am utterly unskilled in. Maybe I should put it on my list of goals.

Collect more quotes from throughout the week with Barbara H’s meme “The Week in Words”.

Addendum: So I started getting all these unusual hits sent from (what appeared in my stat software to be) nowhere and was thinking “what on earth?” This morning (10/12), I discovered the problem that was sending visitors my way. A tweet from Matt Appling: “Reader linked to me on her blog, but only to say my post wasn’t great. But at least she confused me w/ @jesusneedsnewpr” The dangers of quickly scanning through my Diigo account looking for quotes on a Monday morning when I’ve got nothing.

So, to clear up the confusion, the first quote is NOT from Matthew Paul Turner but from Matt Appling of The Church of No People. And, just for the record, “don’t remember being particularly impressed with” is not the same as “not great”. It just means it wasn’t particularly memorable to me (either in a positive or negative way.) If that’s any consolation :-)

Sorry, Matt, and thanks for sending traffic my way despite my gaffe!


Sunday Snapshot: Meat

Curious shoppers cast quizzical glances towards me as I raced through the grocery store–but this time their odd looks were not because of my rapid pace.

This time, it was the contents of my shopping cart that drew their gaze and furrowed their brows.

Meat

After all, how often do you see a young woman in the grocery store buying 25 lbs of meat and little else?

It’s the lab my meat-squeamish students hate–and the lab I absolutely love.

They gingerly use a fork to pick up a steak, handling it as if it were a live rattlesnake. They’re terrified that they might actually touch raw meat.

I show them how it’s done, as I grasp a steak and slap it on the board, as I squish my hands into hamburger for meatloaf.

I love working with meat–especially with raw meat. It’s cold, visceral, and bloody. It demands hands-on action for best results. I can’t really explain why I like working with raw meat–but I do, almost like how I enjoy squishing my toes in freshly turned earth. It’s a reminder of life and death, of reality, of where our food actually comes from.

So I apologize to my gagging students as I encourage them also to plunge their hands into the meat.


Four Things

I haven’t encountered any new memes in my blog reading this week (admittedly, I haven’t read a lot, being busy with other things)–so I actually had to GOOGLE a meme to play today.

Introducing the “Four Things” meme (from Zeldman, whoever that is, via Quixtar, whatever that is.)

Four jobs I’ve had:

  1. Housekeeper at a hotel (The Sawgrass Marriott in Jacksonville, Florida)
  2. Health Aide for a residence hall
  3. Teacher of University lab classes
  4. Dietitian at a long term care facility

(Not very exciting. Sorry, folks!)

Four movies I can watch over and over:

  1. Pride and Prejudice (A&E version)
  2. My Fair Lady
  3. Seven Brides for Seven Brothers
  4. You’ve Got Mail

Four places I’ve lived:

  1. Lincoln, NE (all my life)
  2. Jacksonville, FL (for a summer)
  3. Juamave, Taumalipas, Mexico (for a month)
  4. Columbus, NE (at least, I will be living there soon)

Four TV shows I love:

I don’t love TV shows. I don’t love TV. I think it’s of the devil. :-)

Four places I’ve vacationed:

  1. Branson, MO
  2. Yellowstone National Park
  3. Chicago, IL
  4. Wamma-Wampas (Grandma and Grandpa’s)

Four of my favorite dishes:

  1. The crystal bowl I got from my grandma
  2. The wooden platter a sibling bought for me at a past missions conference
  3. My Grandma’s china (all of it)
  4. The little glass jars that hold my homemade yogurt

(Bet that wasn’t what you expected to see under my “favorite dishes”, huh?)

Four sites I visit (almost) daily:

  1. Reading to Know
  2. Life on Sylvan Drive
  3. Lisa Notes
  4. Challies.com

(This one is actually pretty hard because I have hundreds of blogs in my reader–and I generally read everything I can as quickly as I can.)

Four places I would rather be right now:

  1. In bed, sleeping
  2. At my church’s missions conference (I should be grading papers–but am taking a brief break from grading to post something today.)
  3. Reading a book
  4. Pretty much anything except grading papers :-) (Or preparing lectures, for that matter)

Four bloggers I am tagging:

I don’t really do the tagging thing–but if you want to play, you’re welcome to. Furthermore, if you’re a reader and would like to tag ME in a meme–feel free to do so. I try to answer a meme every Saturday–and I’d much rather not have to search for one! Alternately, if you have some questions for me that you’re just DYING to have answered, you can just write your own little meme and e-mail it to me for me to fill out :-)


Flashback: Game People

I groaned when Linda hinted that she’d be asking us about games this week. Games? I thought. We’ve never really been game people. And then I started thinking about it a bit more…

Flashback Friday buttonPrompt: Did you play many games when you were growing up? What were they? (Include outside games as well as board & card games.) Who did you generally play with? Did your entire family play games or just the kids? Were there any traditional games your family always played? What were your favorites? …

The earliest memories I have of playing games are of playing Monopoly with my dad, Anna, and Joshua on Sunday afternoons. During those days, we always had scrambled eggs and buttered toast for Sunday lunch. It was quick and easy to prepare after church. Then, once the table was cleared, we’d pull out the Monopoly board. Everyone had their favorite token, of course–but we also each had our favorite properties and favorite railroads. If I recall right, I was most fond of the light blue properties, while Anna liked the green. Maybe Joshua was into the orange ones?? I think everyone fought over Reading Railroad (all of us being young bibliophiles) and maybe over Marvins Gardens as well.

Another game I remember well is Barney and Baby Bop Memory. We older children never had any familiarity with children’s TV shows, but someone had purchased a Baby Bop board book for Grace, so she became a little Barney fan (not that she ever saw it or anything!) Another someone gave her a Barney and Baby Bop Memory game (to add to the traditional set we already owned) for Christmas one year, and we spent hours and hours playing Memory with her. Of course, the preschool Grace always did much better than the teenage older children–who were already starting to lose their powers of instant recall!

We were binge card players, playing one game until we tired of it and then moving on to the next. When I was quite young, we played Kings in the Corner–and always got into arguments over whether “slipping” was allowed (slipping your cards under a pile when there was an empty space versus putting down your cards in that empty space and then moving the pile on top.) A little later, we went crazy over “SPIT” a fast-paced multi-player game of the traditional “solitaire”. Once teenage years came, we became Pitch fans, playing round after round late into the night. And then, I can’t forget falling to sleep in the bottom bunk as Anna and Grace, probably aged 16 and 6, played Rummy in the bunk above.

When we went to Grandma and Grandpa’s, we always played Phase 10 or Skip Bo with Grandma and the cousins. If the group of cousins ranged older, we’d play Phase 10. If the group of cousins ranged younger, we’d play Skip Bo. And then, at some point, Grandma would pull out the Scrabble board on its Lazy Susan and would challenge one of her daughters to a game. They’d gladly agree–and gladly be schooled by my Grandma’s master skills!

Why did I think we weren’t game people, I wonder? I’ve written my requisite 500 words and I still haven’t touched on the boys’ board games. Union Pacific. Risk. Squad Leader. I haven’t mentioned the party games. Outburst. Pictionary. Guesstures. I haven’t mentioned today’s games. Sequence. Pit. Mexican Train. Pinochle. Settlers of Catan. The bean game. I haven’t mentioned the rest of our childrens’ games. Dominoes. Backgammon. Yahtzee. Chutes and Ladders. Gee-I haven’t even mentioned POP-IT!! (Trouble)

And then, of course, there are the outdoor games. Kick the Can in the dark. Softball in the park. Hopscotch (taught by the eight-plus-month pregnant Mom!). Making Hay While the Sun Shines. Tornado. The list goes on and on.

What was that I said about us not being game people?

Sorry, folks.

I lied.

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Thankful Thursday: Simple Pleasures

It has been a busy, but productive day (for which I am very thankful!)

In addition to that, today I’m thankful…

…for deep gasps of life-giving air as I rode my bicycle up a hill against the wind

…for riotous laughter in a discussion that started with nonresistance to evil by force and, somehow, over the course of several hours, ended with a defense of the necessity of art criticism

…for absolutely shocking the girls at Bible study with a revelation I wondered if I’d have the guts or the gumption to pull off as it required

…for three compliments in the space of three hours. Apparently my hair, my outfit, and my entire look was rather nice today.

…for pleasant conversation with the RD from corporate–and a promise of catching up with each other at FNCE

…for sitting down at my sewing machine after a long, busyness inspired sabbatical

…for air conditioning in my car and a sermon worth listening to during my commute

…for the God who feeds the birds and clothes the lilies, provides for my every need and lavishes His favor in these simple pleasures

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Even to the End

“It is finished.” Jesus cried as He breathed His last breath.

And with that cry, it was finished.

The atoning work was done; the price for sin paid; the load of sin borne.

It was finished.

The enemy had been defeated; the victory won.

It was finished.

But that wasn’t the end.

Christ would rise; He would reveal Himself to His followers; He would promise them the Holy Spirit; He would ascend.

His disciples would be left with a charge: “Go therefore and make disciples of all the nations, baptizing them in the name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit, teaching them to observe all things that I have commanded you; and lo, I am with you always, even to the end of the age.” (Matthew 28:19-20)

The end had not yet come.

The price had been paid, but those purchased had not yet been redeemed.

The enemy had been defeated, but he had not yet been vanquished.

In the intervening time, the disciples were given a promise.

“I am with you always, even to the end.”

Redemption was accomplished. The devil’s defeat complete.

But in the meantime, disciples live in a world where redeemed and unredeemed constantly rub shoulder. For now, we live in a world where a defeated enemy still prowls.

Our future is sure. Our present is perilous.

Except for that promise:

“I am with you always, even to the end.”

“In the world you will have tribulation; but be of good cheer, I have overcome the world.”

~John 16:33b


Thermometer Tips

A couple of weeks ago, I wrote a post about eating red meat. I talked about the wonders of the instant-read thermometer and how one can use it to make sure their meat is safe without having to overcook the meat.

This week, I taught my lab students how to use a meat thermometer. I taught them the appropriate temperatures for different meats and why, for instance, ground meat has to reach a higher temperature than whole cuts of meat.

I warned the students who were cooking to treat my instant-read well.

“Wash the thermometer thoroughly before returning it to the sheath,” I said. “Cause once that sheath gets dirty, it’s impossible to clean.”

And then I remembered a task I had left undone.

Last week, a reader asked what brand of thermometer I used, because hers kept giving up the ghost after a few weeks or months of use.

I’ve been puzzling over her predicament because I’ve never had the same problem.

Ecko Brand instant-read thermometerI use an Ekco brand instant read thermometer–and while mine is quite new, before that I used my sister’s (same brand) for years. As far as I know, hers is still working just fine in Columbus.

Between her question and my reminders to (and observations of) students, I thought I’d share a few more thermometer tips.

First, regarding the use of an instant read thermometer:
Instant read thermometers are not the same as a traditional meat thermometer. While a traditional meat thermometer is meant to be placed into a roast and stuck in the oven for the duration of cooking, the instant read thermometer is intended for only periodic use throughout the cooking process. As a product begins to near doneness, one should use the instant read thermometer to check the temperature. If the temperature is not yet appropriate, the thermometer should be removed from the meat and the meat should be returned to the heat.

Second, regarding the cleaning of an instant read thermometer:
While an instant read thermometer should be quite waterproof, I never quite trust it enough to submerge it in water. Instead, I clean the thermometer by wiping it off with a soapy rag and then by either dipping the probe portion or running the probe portion under very hot water or sanitizing solution (obviously, the sanitizing solution is more often used in a commercial food service setting–and is probably not practical for home use.) I always clean my thermometer before returning it to its sheath, because, as mentioned before, the sheath is almost impossible to clean once it gets dirty. If the sheath does get dirty, an old-fashioned(?) pipe cleaner, such as children use for craft projects, may be effective for cleaning the narrow interior of the sheath.

Third, on the calibration of an instant read thermometer:
After regular use (and sometimes abuse–I’m always dropping mine), an instant read thermometer can begin to give incorrect readings. You’ll note that your instant read is measuring the ambient room temperature as 60 degrees when really it’s warmer than that. Or maybe the difference is more subtle than that and you haven’t noticed. Nevertheless, an uncalibrated thermometer could lead to a food safety snafu. To avoid this, you can easily calibrate your instant read thermometer. I recommend doing so every couple of months.

Thermometer in ice water bathTo calibrate, prepare an ice water bath by sticking a few ice cubes in a glass of water. Let the water sit for three to five minutes so the water can equilibrate to freezing temperature (32 degrees Fahrenheit). Then, place your instant read thermometer in the ice water bath. Let your thermometer gauge come to a stop.

Hex nut on thermometerNow, you will want to adjust the temperature gauge so that it reads 32 degrees Fahrenheit. To do this, you will need to grasp the hex nut directly under the gauge with a pair of pliers. Then, while holding that hex nut steady, you’ll twist the circular gauge until the indicator points at 32 degrees Fahrenheit.

Your instant-read thermometer is now calibrated and ready to be used again to feed your family delicious, just-right-temp cooked meat!

Newly calibrated thermometer