Friday, June 27, 2008

The Sad Punk


Alert! If anyone sees a 1986 white Toyota Camry with a large quiksilver logo sticker on the back windshieldl, call the Lassen Home and/or the police ASAP. "Elvira" was stolen from in front of my parents house yesterday between 12:00 and 2:00pm in the middle of the day. All the doors were locked and there's no broken glass on the ground.

This is really weird for several reasons:
Broad daylight
No smashed windows even though all doors were locked
No gas in the car
Nothing of worth in the car
The car isn't worth much itself
In front of a busy and active household with lots of comings and goings
It's an easily recognizable car

The best I can figure is that someone really wanted the car, knew how to take it, and was probably watching the four of us as we left to go pickup some furniture during my lunch break. The only thing I can think of they'd want it for is it's fuel efficiency, a few parts, or the utterly cool sticker on the back windshield.

The police have been informed and the local neighborhoods and parking lots have been searched. So now I guess my bike is my sole and only source of transpo, and in S.F. we might be using public transit a bit more. My parents have offered to let Em and I borrow a car for the semi-long term, but I still just wish we had our own car. It's like losing a member of the family.

I feel like holding a meeting like in PeeWee's Big Adventure for his lost bike. "Exhibit double Q: A picture of me...WITHOUT MY BIKE!!!!" (I mean car. Car. Ahem)

Wednesday, June 25, 2008

Allison


I gots rid of mah paddleboard tonight.

I'm quite glad it's gone actually, but can't help but feel like I sold a piece of myself. Like growing up. I spent all last summer trying to get into the sport-- feeling ocean-lonely and landlocked. I got to use it several times and even Emily tried it once. I wouldn't mind keeping it. I'd totally use it to go get a closer look at Maverick's when it breaks this winter (if it's ever breaking on a Saturday that I have nothing else to do), but for now I had to get rid of it. We needed the money and there's no way I'd haul it up and down two flights of stairs into our 3rd floor apartment just to have it fill the living room in between sporadic uses (if it even FIT up the stairwell). Time to buy myself a shortboard, a 4mm wetsuit with gloves, booties, and hood for the ice-cold Northern California water. Mmmmmmmm. Well..... if I can ever find cheap stuff AND justify getting my $300 back out of the budget.

The board feels like my own sort of Pete's Dragon, you know the magical kind of friend that comes out of nowhere just when you needed it the most and makes your life better before heading off to find some other needy orphaned kid like me.

My biggest grief is that I don't even have any pictures of the board getting any use, just the board itself. Emily sure looked cute paddling up and down the Spanish Fork river mouth at the south end of Utah Lake that one time. I think that's my favorite memory of the board. Second favorite would be when we got attacked by the hoards of mosquitos. Emily and Grace had to hide in the car. I escaped by heading away from shore. All in all, I ended up with about 40-50 bites between the two legs that reside below my waist. Otherwise it was a beautiful, peaceful, sunset evening out on the water all quiet-like. If I got to recommend one spot in Utah Valley as the most peaceful place (besides the Provo Temple Celestial Room) it would most assuredly be Utah Lake on a quiet day. Either out in the lake or on the southern shores. Second to the temple, but not by much.

So long my friend.

Monday, June 23, 2008

Hang wire

A Poh-emm (poem)

The lioness's lovely face
Natural beauty and grace
A fire burns behind those eyes
Hinting much behind the disguise
Great determination and wit
Life's adventures keep the blaze lit
She runs athletic and strong
With fierce rugged charm she chases along

A cub plays in the grass nearby
Swatting and batting a noisy fly
Already skilled at hunting and prowling
She marks herself with soft purrs and playful growling

Nonchalantly observing sits a lion in shade
Yet the gleam in his own eye cannot be stayed
Beaming honor and strength, they simply confide
The view before him is his Pride.

Tuesday, June 17, 2008

Saturday, June 14, 2008

Gigantic

Quick update before I get long winded: Three weeks have passed since we got here. It's going so fast I can't even remember what we've done or how we've spent our time. I'm working full time at the store doing the produce, being the Produce Manager (my department has all of one employees in it: ME). I'm having a great time, but it's way more work than my last job. I got to chill and read/do whatever I wanted. We'd discuss the important things of life like the Presidential Race, the latest goods on Integer Overflow, and laughing at each other over dumb things (meerly?). Now, I have to sneak conversations with the deli lady behind Else's back just to get some personal interaction in during the day (answering the phone and helping customers doesn't really count). I talk to myself when I'm in the fridge, but I get overheard by the kale and they're take advantage of all the secrets they hear.

I bought a bike, the dark gray Motobecane. I've ridden it to work all this week and took it out to the CSUCI campus on my lunch break. 5.3 miles one way, plus a mile detour into the dairy to check out the model airplane guys. It must've been WWII day, there were 20-30 world war two model airplanes, no one flying while I was there, though. Was a great ride. The strawberry fields smelled incredible. The bike works very well. A few minor adjustments to make, but I can do it. Very pleased.

Been thinking a lot about hormones lately. Taking all the science classes I did, I got to learn a lot. Emily has in her classes as well. Now, we blame everything on hormones. Grumpy day? Hormones. Feeling frisky? Hormones. No feelings whatsoever? Lack of hormones.

In Molecular Biology the professor taught us about a single gene on the Y chromosome that determines maleness. Testis-determining-factor gene is on the Y chromosome but only becomes activated for a tiny tiny period of time during gestation. The gene codes for the TDF hormone which has only one purpose (can you guess it?). Once it's job is done, the gene is turned off and never used again for the rest of the person's life.

Hormones are any chemical that the body uses as a signaland can be proteins, amino acids, cholesterols and fats. Insulin is a very simple protein/peptide hormone. Since proteins are direct products of DNA genes, the insulin gene has been discovered and spliced into certain E. Coli bacteria DNA. Now, almost all insulin production for medicinal/diabetic purposes is made by E. Coli. Testosterone, estrodiol (the precursor to estrogen) and several other androgens (sex hormones) are cholesterol-based.

Hormones are controlled in someway or another by nervous system innervation or another hormone control from the brain. Unlike nerve impulses, the originating signal can be long gone while the effect remains. Becoming an adult, it seems that the strongest temptations faced can be traced to hormones and part of me wonders if the great challenge of being an adult is learning to maintain control over the body in the face of overwhelming signals from the body to fulfill basic biological desires of one form or another. That, and learning to cope with other people dealing with the same struggles.

Just as every person is unique because of their genes, those same unique combinations of genes create unique combinations of hormone levels for every person. Hormones create desires to eat, sleep, procreate, exercise, and function. A lack or surplus of any of these hormones causes struggles to deal with. I don't know if there is any ideal combination of hormones, and even if there was and you had it, you'd have to deal with the rest of us with a less than "perfect" balance of the same. This will be the struggle Emily and I face for the next eight months, especially now as she's dealing with severe nausea (but no vomiting). If you didn't know, it's cuz we didn't tell anyone except those reading this (sneaky sneaky).

If only people knew what to do with all the hormones they feel and why they're feeling them we could learn to control them to some degree (speaking of those we are cognitive of). Even as modern study and research shows the cause and effects of so many hormones, there is no publicly accepted authority of what should be done regarding all these hormones. Should they be followed as they are felt? Should they be restrained to severe frustration and near insanity? Most religions cannot come to any decisions and neither can science. Many religions treat biological desires as ungodly things that should be suppressed to allow a closer communion with God. Science says our biology created these feelings for a reason and should be followed as they are understood. I say, we don't understand enough to make any decision about how we should act regarding them, so we need to do our best to follow God's commandments as we know them and enjoy life within the bounds set by him as we believe. We've also got to act for the best of ourselves AND society despite and because of how we're feeling at the time.

Nuff said.

Tuesday, May 27, 2008

Alec Eiffel

Friday around lunchtime, I get a call from Emily that my dad is trying to get ahold of me. A few minutes later, my dad calls. His produce guy at the Camarillo store has left suddenly for medical reasons and my dad needs a replacement. I ask him how soon he needs me. He answers, "Yesterday." So I call Emily and we decide how fast we can get to Camarillo, moved out of our Provo apartment. Tuesday? But the Ventura Stake's Beecroft Run 5k (named after my grandpa) is on Monday, so is the Beach and Barbecue with all the family. So I sadly leave work, giving my boss 3 hours notice -Thanks Shane- and we start packing. We got to see most of our friends before we left. Some of them helped us move our stuff into a storage unit. Within 24 hours of starting, our apartment was empty and we're just cleaning it before we leave. We had dinner with Trine, Larry, Deleah, and Anthony at Joe Bandito's for one last hurrah, met Jake and Shevaun at Yoasis, ran a few errands and drove to the Robbins's to spend the night. Next morning we repack Elvira (our 1986 white Camry), temporarily renamed "Sherpa" for the weekend, and we're on our way. 11 1/2 hours later, we're in Camarillo greeting friends and family.

For the run, I came in 4th in the 19-29 yr-old mens category at about 25 min. Then Em and I rode our bikes the 12 miles to Faria Beach, where we got lots of sun, sand, and surf. I finally got to try out the paddleboard in the ocean. Caught a few waves. I regretted not having a leash as I chased the board in several times. Also caught several on bro-in-law's giant green board. It was great. Now, I'm really sore and stiff, and fairly sunburned on the shoulders. It was a great day.

To anyone in Provo, we'll miss you! We had a lot of fun the past several months. Now we're in the 'Rillo enjoying friends and family until the end of June.

Thursday, May 22, 2008

Stormy Weather

We've gotten some rain the past couple days and the mountains are finally turning green (it's only May 22, they sure seemed to be in a hurry to get pretty). Emily's at a surgery, watching "Mrs. Robbins" get her tonsils out. The surgeon is a friend of the Robbins, but the center it's being done at does let nursing students watch, but not family. Emily couldn't wait. She's been so excited about this. Kitye might be in some pain for a while. Emily had the same surgery done when she was 19 and she finally talked Kitye into it because she's had the same problems that Emily had as a teenager: sick a lot, lots of throat problems, etc.

On Saturday, Emily went to the Provo Library to study for her finals, so Grace and I went on an adventure. We drove up Provo Canyon and decided spur of the moment to go up to the Squaw Peak lookout. There's a trail that leaves from the parking lot and I was hoping it would go out to the peak itself. It doesn't, but it's a nice hike anyways. I carried Grace for about 20 minutes or so up this trail until it was obvious the trail wasn't going the way I wanted. So we climbed up to the top of the nearest peak and spent about 10 minutes there, way up above everyone else. Cascade mountain behind us, Provo/Orem below, and grasshoppers, butterflies, and flowers all around us. The peak was just large enough to pitch a tent on and then it went down on all sides. Here's a map of our little hike.

That evening, the three of us went on another hike. There's a cool looking canyon above Orem we've always talked about checking out, but never did. Exploring the foothills of Orem, we found the trailhead and went for it. Sorry, no pictures, but here's another map. There's some neat cliffs and gorge you hike through. The trail goes on and up Mt. Timpanogos, but we just went up and around the gorge section and on top to get a great view of Orem from the top of the cliffs.

Now we're both done with school and are just getting ready to leave for San Francisco. We signed a lease for a 3-bedroom apartment in the Presidio. We didn't get it through the school, but through the Presidio itself. It's even cheaper than the 2-bedrooms through the school, but we're responsible for utilities this way. We're working out the details of moving out. As of now, Emily will probably move out with Mike and Kitye and most of our stuff around June 10. This will let Emily scout out garage sales and stuff while Mike is there with the big car to get furniture set up. Mike and Kitye will get to see Nathan before his school starts and he'll get to spend a couple days with them in San Francisco. I'll keep working here at school until around the 20th or so, and then drive Elvira out there with the last of our stuff.

As for bikes, I feel pretty confident in going with the Motobecane Fantom CX. I've read a number of good reviews of it on bikeforums.net. I can add fenders and racks to it if I want to, and set it up like I want it for commuting and riding through the city. Part of me wishes it had mechanical disc brakes, but not too big a deal. Now I gotta decide what color: Yellow, blue, or gray. I'm taking recommendations, before I order this thing and start having more fun riding around.

(A guilty pleasure Emily and I like to enjoy is keeping up with or passing professional-looking cyclists on their couple-thousand-dollar bikes and gear, while we pull the kiddie-trailer)