Road Trip Wednesday!

February 3, 2010 at 6:53 am (Road Trip Wednesday, reading, writing, yahighway) (, )

Damn, Wednesday’s come up fast. Maybe that’s because it’s not actually Wednesday. However, this particular Wednesday I have an epic day planned out in Seattle with my buddy Kristin, and I shall therefore be a good girl and post my yaHighway Road Trip Wednesday post now!

Today’s short but sweet question:

What do you think/hope the next YA trend will be?

Think: Bigger, badder, creepier dystopians, particularly U.S. based ones. People are more politically minded as of late. They have opinions – some informed, some not – as opposed to years ago, when so many seemed “meh” about the direction of our country outside of American Idol. I’m 100% behind this trend, since I love a good dystopian read.

Hope: Sock monkeys. No, seriously. It’s already all the rage with prom dresses this year.

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Three Things I Love About Seattle

January 31, 2010 at 9:32 pm (Life, Seattle) ()

Hell yes.

What, only three? No. Obviously I’m already head over heels in love with this city. But walking to the store today, these three things in particular were on my mind.

1. Cloudy Skies, Sunny Dispositions

Kristin told me this when I got here and announced I had no umbrella, and from my observations it is true – the mark of a tourist here is an umbrella. While it’s not nearly as rainy in Seattle as most seem to think, it is overcast and there’s always a chance of a drizzle. (Truth be told, the weather has been beautiful this week.)

But no matter what the sky looks like when you walk out the door, there’s no need for an umbrella. I’m not sure why I like this idea so much. It’s kind of like having a super positive outlook on the day. “It’s not going to rain. And if it does, bring it!” Suddenly carrying an umbrella around feels like like living in a perpetual state of worry, starting the day with negative energy. If it starts to drizzle, pull up your hood. No hood? Frizzy hair is awesome. Embrace it.

2. Far is the New Near

I’m lucky to know quite a few people living in Seattle already that I got to harass for advice before making the move. When I get the question “what neighborhood do you want to live in?”, I would just shrug and say “something close to downtown.”

This one is far. That’s far too. That neighborhood? Please. Way too far.

As someone with no car (and no plans to get one), I took these comments seriously. I’ve done the 45 minute commute to and from work. Never. Again.

So what qualifies as far? Apparently in Seattle, a few miles. Seriously. Kristin (my super generous friend who I’m staying with) is in a neighborhood north of the city. Going to visit Josh’s cousins in the very heart of downtown Seattle is, according to my GPS, 9.3 miles. Not 9.3 miles on the highway. 9.3 miles from front door to front door.

Texans, let me hear you laugh with me. HA! 9.3 miles? Please! I used to drive that far just to get gas! That was practically the length of my driveway! I used to walk 9.3 miles every day through the fields just to check the mail and…

Okay, I’ll stop. But you get the point. Everything. Is. Close.

3. “Give it to us raw and wriggling.” (Bonus points for getting the quote.)

Went over to Josh’s cousin’s place for dinner Thursday night. He opened the fridge to show us the live crabs dancing around the vegetable crisper that he’d just picked up.

I almost teared up. I grew up in New Orleans, and this is something I seriously missed. Fresh seafood. Hell, the whole food scene here is amazing – cafes far as the eye can see, waiting to feed my addiction. Korean kalbi. Pho. Indian and Indonesian. Thursday I ate cured meat courtesy of Mario Batali’s parents. And I’m told I could very possibly run into him at the market. Mario Batali. IRON CHEF MARIO BATALI! (If I see him, yes, I will squeal and jump up and down and take a picture with him in his uber cool shoes.)

There’s more to love, of course, but this is just the beginning.

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Another Road Trip?

January 27, 2010 at 7:10 pm (yahighway) ()

We interrupt our regularly scheduled Road Trip posts for…a different one.

Road Trip Wednesday, of course, brought to you as always by yaHighway!

This week’s question: What are your favorite book covers?

This will be quick, because 1) I could waste hours browsing Amazon for awesome book covers, as there are a zillion, and 2) I’m currently glued to the crazy Apple goings-on at this very moment.

Therefore, I will probably forget quite a few book covers I love. But these are the first three that come to mind:

1. Leviathan, by Scott Westerfeld

Very much the very first cover I thought of, even though I haven’t read the book. In person it’s even more stunning; the cover has shine and texture that you can’t see on a screen.

2. The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time, by Mark Haddon

I’m not sure why, other than I do like simple covers, and once I read it, I thought it fit the book perfectly. The upside-down dog is enough to grab my attention, and the color…well, read the book and you’ll see.

3. Going Bovine, by Libba Bray


I mean, come on. Between the title and the picture, how could you not at least pick this one up and read the blurb? Perfect.

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EWCRT Day Two:

January 24, 2010 at 6:08 am (Life, Traveling) ()

I’m learning about this whole concept of blogging throughout a road trip. Lesson #1: Don’t save the blogging until hotel check-in. Way. Too. Tired. Tomorrow I might try adding a little bit to a post throughout the day. Probably something I should have figured out beforehand, but oh well.

Most of today’s drive was through southern New Mexico and Arizona, which could not have been prettier. Long, flat roads with distant mountains, cliffs, and boulders on both sides, giant fluorescent white clouds and blinding sunlight. Many billboards advertising a rest stop featuring “The Thing” (What Is It? Alien Conspiracy?). Gift shops specializing in hillbilly figurines. Huge variety of cactus. RVs. EVERYWHERE.

But the best part was a quick stop we made an hour or so outside of Tucson. The mountains and plains surrounding us were dusted in snow – right up to the road! It only lasted for a few miles, then it was back to blazing sun and sand and prickly cactus. Adi in particular had a great time – when I’m not so beat I’ll post the video.

In the meantime…

Tomorrow: L.A. and up through California!

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EWCRT Day One: Truck Bloggin’

January 23, 2010 at 4:00 am (Life, Traveling) (, )

EWCRT began shortly after 8:30am, and has so far been a success. I want to ramble on about peach groves, wind turbines stretching from one end of the horizon to the other, a cowboy’s drive straight into the most gorgeous sunset, the thrill of speeding through total darkness and realizing those aren’t low-lying clouds but giant-hills-bordering-on-small-mountains looming right beside you, watching landscape change, TRAVELING again…

But typing all that on an iPhone would take ages, and I’m planning on being completely asleep within five minutes of arriving at the hotel. So I’m testing out the WordPress app while Josh drives us into El Paso with the endless line of orange lights to our left that is border patrol. (Border patrol is MASSIVE. It’d be easier to get into Mordor. Just saying.)

Tomorrow: Phoenix, Tucson, and entering Cali!

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EWCRT: Preparation

January 22, 2010 at 5:17 am (Life, Seattle, Traveling) (, )

Yes, EWCRT. That would be Epic West Coast Road Trip – me, Josh, Adi, and a 10 foot U-haul driving from Houston west through New Mexico, Arizona, into and straight up California, Oregon, and ending in Seattle, Washington.

While this is a move for both of us, Josh will only be able to enjoy it for a few days. On January 30th he flies out to Miami to board the Liberty of the Seas, a Royal Caribbean ship, for a gig that goes through mid-August. MID-AUGUST. Over six months of playing drumset in a show band, hanging out in Mexico and various islands (including Labadee, Haiti, which is highly controversial and which I have very mixed feelings about, but that’s a post for another day.)

Meanwhile, I’ll be getting to know Seattle, thanks to my wonderful yaHighway bud Kristin Miller, who’s letting me stay with her until I get settled. (P.S. – She cook good. Real good.) In addition to writing and hopefully meeting some new musicians and getting some gigs, I’ll also be starting up a beginner steel band program at the Seattle Drum School! Teaching music again! Awesome? Yes. Awesome.

In the meantime, this road trip will be a really fun experience for Josh, Adi, and I before he takes off to bask in the sun for six months. (And work, of course.) And thanks to the wonder of wi-fi and (better yet) 3G technology, I’ll be blogging as I go! I’m aiming for at least one blog per day. My big goal is to create a photomotion video next week of the whole experience, from driveway to driveway. iPhone is prepped and ready with my WordPress app. iPod is stocked. Drums, marimbas, and a rather impressive number of instruments are strapped in and ready to go. Adi, much like when we headed to Korea, has no clue what’s coming.

All that’s left is a good night’s sleep. See you tomorrow on the road!

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In Honor

January 19, 2010 at 4:58 am (Life, writing) (, )

Happy Martin Luther King, Jr. Day. Thanks to Janet Reid, I came across a letter he penned in a Birmingham jail.

And damn. Just damn.

Here’s a clip:

“Actually, we who engage in nonviolent direct action are not the creators of tension. We merely bring to the surface the hidden tension that is already alive. We bring it out in the open, where it can be seen and dealt with. Like a boil that can never be cured so long as it is covered up but must be opened with all its ugliness to the natural medicines of air and light, injustice must be exposed, with all the tension its exposure creates, to the light of human conscience and the air of national opinion before it can be cured.”

Check out the rest here. It’s enlightening, to say the least.

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Squash, Quinoa, and Cookies

January 16, 2010 at 3:58 am (Food) (, )

Don’t gag. This is good stuff, folks.

Today was one of those days where my stomach begged me for a good vegetarian meal. This one was incredibly easy, tasted great, and had a surprisingly fluffy texture: Butternut Squash and Quinoa Gratin.

Peel and cube a butternut squash or two, spread them on a baking sheet, and drizzle with the Holy Trinity: olive oil, sea salt, and ground black pepper. Slide them in the oven at 425˚ for 30 minutes, or until they’re nice and soft.

Meanwhile, add a cup of quinoa and two cups of water to a pot with a generous pinch of salt and bring to a boil. Make sure you rinse the quinoa thoroughly first. Never heard of quinoa? The short story is: Quinoa is a seed that cooks similar to millet or short grain rice. It’s gluten-free, can be ground into a flour for pasta, and it’s particularly great for vegetarians and vegans because it’s a complete protein. You can find it with the other grains (even though it’s technically not one) at the grocery. If you really want to geek out about it, you can learn more here.

When the water is soaked and the quinoa seeds have blossomed (you’ll know what that means when you try it!), remove the pot from heat and set aside. In a skillet, bring a tablespoon of olive oil to low heat and add finely chopped garlic (about four cloves) and shallot (I used one large shallot). When it starts to brown, add to the quinoa, along with the roasted squash, two raw scrambled eggs, and one cup of shredded/crumbled cheese (I used a mix of provolone, parmigiano reggiano, and bleu cheese, because stinky cheese rules). Fold it all together – I think I added another pinch of salt here too.

I used a 2 quart casserole dished, drizzled with more olive oil, then added the mixture. In a blender or food processor, toss a slice or two of bread (whole wheat, in my case), and grind until fine. Spread the bread crumbs on top, drizzle with (guess what) olive oil, and throw it in the oven at 400˚ for about half an hour.

The roasted butternut squash is a little sweet, which is why I loved the bleu cheese – nice salty contrast. The quinoa and eggs were really fluffy, which went well with the slightly crunchy topping.

What better way to top off this healthy, easily digestible meal than cookies? And not just any cookies. The Greatest Chocolate Chip Cookies Ever.

These are dangerously easy to make. I’m almost ashamed to admit this, but I think this is the fourth or fifth batch I’ve made in the past month. Readers, beware.

In a large bowl, mix two sticks of softened butter (8 oz), 4 oz brown sugar, and 4 oz raw sugar with one egg and a teaspoon of vanilla extract.

In a smaller bowl, mix 8 oz of flour (today I used spelt, in the past buckwheat has worked well too) with a teaspoon of baking powder and 1/2 teaspoon of salt. Slowly blend the flour mix into the larger bowl.

Fold in the chocolate chips. I don’t measure chocolate chips, as it implies there is a limit to chocolate, which is of course ridiculous. I usually aim for there being slightly more dough than chocolate in the end.

Spoon them onto a greased cookie sheet and pop them in the oven at 350˚ for 10 minutes. Voila!

Different types of cookies call for different types of textures. In my opinion, a chocolate chip cookie should be oozing in the middle but have a buttery crispy edge and bottom. This recipe is perfect, and I attribute it to three reasons:

  1. Raw sugar. The granules are bigger than white sugar, giving them an extra crunch. (Well, I’m guessing that’s why, anyway.) Plus raw sugar is a bazillion times healthier than the white stuff.
  2. Spelt flour. Or buckwheat. Or anything but white flour. Why not give a cookie a little nutrition? And if you use buckwheat, the cookies are gluten-free.
  3. The ratio. Equal parts butter, flour, and sugar – 8 oz of each. The fat from the butter makes them spread out more, which helps with that crispy edge.

That about sums up my evening! If you try either of these recipes, please let me know how they turn out!

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Helping Haiti

January 14, 2010 at 2:39 am (Life, Matador) (, , )

Coming back from an all-too-brief trip to Dallas and Austin yesterday, I flipped on NPR and heard about the quake in Haiti, then wondered – “I wonder what the Matador guys will want to do to help?”

A few hours later, I checked my email and found out.

Julie Schwietert Collazo, otherwise known as The Real Superwoman, flexed her fingers and got to work. Going through my email updates, things went from let’s try to convince JetBlue to fly an airplane of 150 volunteers to Haiti for free to I’ve heard from 900 people willing to go in a blur of tweets and Facebook updates.

900 people, ready to get on a plane and go help. Incredible.

You can stay up-to-date on Matador Change, or by checking out these articles:

What You Can Do To Help Haiti

Haiti Volunteer Trip

Hait Volunteer Trip (UPDATED)

If you have items you’d like to donate, or if you want to give but aren’t sure what they need, we’re putting together a Donations List as well.

In the meantime, the more able-bodied, medically trained and experienced people that hear about this, the better. Julie got the word out through – what else – Twitter and Facebook, and the response has been amazing. We can keep it going – just tweet or update the following messages to spread the word even more!

Twitter: Are you interested in joining @MatadorNetwork to help #quake victims in #Haiti? DM us!

Facebook: Are you interested in joining MatadorNetwork.com to help earthquake victims in Haiti? Email Julie @ matadorhaiti@gmail.com for more information.

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With Emphasis on the Suckage

January 7, 2010 at 3:59 am (Uncategorized)

Following yesterday’s post on my real young writing, I dug up some old boxes and lo…here it is.

Sweet, merciful crap.

First, my spy notebook. Of the three black-and-white composition notebooks I found, it was easy to identify, as the words SPY NOTEBOOK were emblazoned across it. After a short but loving tribute to Harriet the Spy and my vow to follow in her noble footsteps, I opened with a crudely drawn floor plan of our house.

Two pages of detailed notes on my mother making coffee and my dad playing with some toy called a Square One later, things get depressingly interesting. I mention my best friend Susan has the flu, then later update to her hospitalization and diagnosis with diabetes. (Hence the stinky salad dressing, if you recall.)

At Mardi Gras 1992, you will be interested to know the following people were in attendance:

“A blonde, snobby lady wearing a tight ugly hot pink dress.”

“Three dangerous teenagers in the back of a pickup truck.”

“A bald man watching a pretty lady’s car, and a pretty lady.”

I also gripe about having to move to Texas that summer, and I stoutly claim “if I can’t go to St. Rosalie, I won’t go anywhere else. This is weird cause I hate my school.

A few pages later I offer myself sage advice: “If you gather too much guts, you’re gonna end up spilling them.

Apparently I then take a year-long hiatus from spying. I begin twelve months later by stating: “Fish sticks. Flaky. Think about that.

Deep stuff, folks.

The second composition notebook was my journal. I laid down the law with that sonufabitch from Day One:

Dear Journal,

This is my first entry. Let’s get a few things straight – 1) This is NOT a school assignment. I am doing this because I want to. 2) I am writing this because there’s a few things I need to let loose.

I then proceed to rant about some poor girl at school I barely remember who was also named Michele, but with the ludicrous “one L” spelling. Pages of ranting cover my reasons: her bad breath, her whiney voice, her ignorance of bus seat politics. Somewhere in there I calm down and admit she’s not that bad, but that I HATE HER GUTS ANYWAY!!!

Also included are sketches of all my prior Halloween costumes (Pippi, the Joker, a bee, Dorothy, and a blue crayon), and a glowing review of Roald Dahl’s “The Witches” (the kidnapped girl was INSIDE the picture!!!).

Composition notebook #3 is far too humiliating to reveal. It was fanfiction of a series that shan’t be named, written in letter style, and I even changed my handwriting depending on which character was writing the letter.

I also found my novel. I begin with a breakdown of character names and hobbies, and setting (Topeka, Kansas, if you’re curious.) The title was the uber creative “Birthday Horse.” It is illustrated. In one picture, Claire’s dad is reading The Times Picayune. (Sucker must have paid a fortune to get that thing delivered from New Orleans to Topeka every day.)

I can’t bring myself to post anything more than the first sentence: “Claire walked down the street, feeling depressed.”

Oh, and this brilliant piece of dialogue when Claire’s teacher catches her doodling a picture of her horse in class: “Well, well, Claire. I didn’t know there were horses in World War I.” Later this teacher fakes a well-written Italian accent for no apparent reason: “Sucha great talent musta not be heeden.”

Almost finished: inside the novel I found a folded up drawing of a teacher I hated grabbing his own ass. On the back is a short, unintelligible bit of narrative of which this is the only intelligible thing:

“Oh, dear,” said the hot dog named Folly. “Now I want some Velveeta cheese.”

My school must have put crack in the cafeteria food. Seriously.

I think that’s enough self-humiliation for one night.

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