Friday, March 25, 2011

Eggs!!

So I did an informative presentation on eggs yesterday for my Speech class. Here are a few quick, cool facts!




In Macedonian local lore, if you share a birthday or even birth month with a dying relative, your days are also numbered. Cheating death can be achieved by sharing the yolk of an egg with this relative while standing on opposite sides of a stream.

In Mergentheim, Germany, if someone falls gravely ill, that person must tie a white thread around an egg and throw it into a fire. If the shell turns black, death is near.

In Morocco, a woman who has a very young son and is preparing to give birth again must keep an egg close to her during labor. After delivery, the egg is given to the older brother to ensure that the siblings will like each other. If the egg is eaten by someone other than the brother, the newborn baby will grow up to hate the mother.

Across Europe, eggs have been used to tell fortunes. This is usually done by piercing the shell and catching drops of the falling egg white in a glass of water. The shapes formed by the white are interpreted by an unmarried woman who is looking for clues to her future husband’s profession. A ship means a sailor, ect.

In rural Russia, eggs can help you become friends with supernatural forces. The house sprite, or spirit, sometimes takes the form of a snake. If a snake is seen around the house, it is good to offer some egg pancakes to it. If the gift is accepted, you have the loyalty of the sprite. If not, your house will burn down.

Occasionally, hens lay eggs with imperfect shells or eggs without shells at all. In England, such eggs are traditionally called “wind eggs” because it is believed that the hen had been impregnated by the wind instead of the rooster.

In parts of Hungary, if a black hen lays a soft-shelled egg, it is destroyed upon discovery, because it signifies terrible omens: The earth is softening beneath a member of the family, which is a metaphor of impending death.

Many cultures consider unusual eggs – misshapen, empty, yolkless, shell-less, or ones with the yolk and white mixed – to be laid by the rooster instead of the hen.

In 1474, legal proceedings were brought against a rooster accused of laying an egg for purposes of practicing witchcraft. The rooster was convicted as a sorcerer in the form of a bird and burned at the stake with his egg.

If you are stressed out at work, beset by bad luck, or missing a deceased relative, there is hope. In Jamaican culture, if you sneak into a church yard at night and offer an egg to the deceased, along with rice and rum, the ghost will accept the food and offer to help you and give you good luck.

The average chicken egg weighs about two ounces, or sixty grams.

Don’t know if an egg is good or bad? Drop it in water. If it sinks, it’s still fresh. If it floats, it is old and should not be eaten.

To avoid a situation faced by Ramona Quimby when she smashed a raw egg on her head, spin the egg on end. If it wobbles, it is raw. If it spins easily and smoothly, it is hard-boiled and is safe to crack on your head.

The color of the eggshell does not relate to its nutritional value.  Red hens usually lay brown eggs, and white hens lay white eggs.

One hen can lay about 250 eggs in one year.

Older hens tend to lay larger eggs, but double-yolked eggs are produced by younger hens whose egg-laying cycles are not quite in sync yet.

The world’s largest chicken egg was laid in China in 2009. It was 6.3 centimeters wide, 9.2 centimeters long, and weighed 201 grams, being a little more than three times heavier than the average chicken egg at 60 grams. 

The ostrich egg is the largest (in reference to mass/volume) example of a single biological cell. The longest single is the nerve cell in giant squid and other huge sea animals. 

Eggs are the only naturally edible source of vitamin D.

Eggs are good for your eyes, hair, nails, liver, brain, nerves, and heart. 

Eggs make a great facial mask and shampoo.  

Wednesday, March 16, 2011

Tattoo?

I am thinking about getting a tattoo with the line from e. e. cumming's poem "Above all things you shall be glad and young": "I would rather learn from one bird how to sing than teach ten thousand stars how not to dance."

Thoughts? Ideas? Suggestions? Criticisms?

Thursday, March 10, 2011

I am not the Judge.



Do you ever experience those times when you think you are over something that hurt you, and then discover that you aren't? And it ruins your day because you are mad all over again, not only about that thing that happened, but that you aren't over it yet? Today I was rudely reminded, or brought to awareness, of something that happened to me about a month ago, and to my surprise I was angry all over again. And then I was grumpy because I had not moved past the hurt and humiliation like I thought I had. Does this happen to everyone? Or am I just a grudgy person? I always thought I was the kind of person to get over something in five minutes, or at least over night. I guess not.

In church on Sunday, the sermon was about how, as humans, we are not wired to deal with decisions of right and wrong. God did not create us to choose between these things.  He told Adam and Eve not to eat of the tree of the knowledge of good and evil. But because of sin, we are faced with these decisions every day. Choosing between right and wrong, good and evil, puts us in a position to decide who gets punished and who gets rewarded, even if just in our own minds. "What is the chief end of man?" "To glorify God and enjoy Him forever." NOT judge everyone. When we decide who gets what, we become judges. But there is only one Judge. If we presume to judge our peers, then we are assuming the role of God.

Instead of assuming the role of Judge, we should turn to the one and only Judge. When faced with a decision, we shouldn't decide by ourselves that this person is wrong and we are obviously right. We should turn to our Father and say, "What should I do with this?" I guarantee that He will help us out.

Maybe I need to turn to my Father about this situation that hurt me and ask, "What should I do with this?"

Wednesday, March 2, 2011

Thankful Things

When I was young, my parents would convene our family in their bedroom or in the living room or some other place in our house big enough to fit all of us, for family prayer time. We divvied up different topics of prayer to each kid: our family, guidance for the government, protection for the military, school, etc. Once I got smart and said "Can I pray for everything tonight?" Surprised, my parents said yes. I proceeded to bow my head and say, "Dear God, I pray for all the problems in the world, that You would fix them. Amen." I think my dad thought it was cute, but I tried to pray the same thing the next night and it didn't fly.

Before we prayed, though, we would be asked for our "thankful things" - things for which we were thankful that happened during the day, or just something for which we were continuously thankful. We were required to come up with at least one thing, and usually we could. If we couldn't, we would say something like "I'm thankful to that I am breathing."

This all came out my attempt every day to find joy in the everyday details , which turned into "For what am I thankful?"

I am thankful...
- that my friend is late to coffee this morning so I can sit and be thankful
- for the sunshine outside
- for money to buy a Bumble (chai and banana - freaking awesome)
- for this baby 
- for breathing
- for this wonderful fiesta/hispanic/mambo music paying at Shades
- for my best friend, who agreed to do a Bible study with me
- for my wonderful boyfriend

And a lot of other things that I

Monday, February 28, 2011

The Stresses of Life... The Beauty of Life...

I feel like I have been wining a lot lately about how much I have going on, and I apologize. I'm sure you don't really care about that haha. Hopefully after Tuesday (tomorrow), things will slow down and life will be normal again.

However, it's time to focus on the positive things in life. God has given us such a wonderful opportunity here - living on this planet that He created, eating the fruit of the earth, and being able to know Him. Why, then, do I focus so much on the crap of life? Deadlines, homework, work meetings, stressful situations in which homework partners don't hold up their end of the bargain.

Yesterday in church, a man spoke about God showing him to enjoy the everyday details: his daughter's laughter and the light in their eyes, the smell of coming rain, bringing home a paycheck and putting food on the table. He spoke about Christ's death for us, and how His sacrifice is present in those wonderful, everyday details. We take communion to commemorate His suffering once a month for 10 minutes on a Sunday before moving on to announcements and lunch, but we should acknowledge and appreciate His Table every moment of every day. He encouraged us to take notice of the everyday details, and to "drink deep" from the cup of communion as we notice them.

Today, I am sitting at Shades of Brown, a local coffee shop on Brookside. It's dreary and cold outside. My shoulders are sore. Where are those little details for me today?

They are in my cup of hot coffee.
They are in the jazz playing on the speakers.
They are in the smell of rich espresso coming my way from the machine across the bar.
They are in the little girl tottling around with her mother, pink ruffled jumper, bright blue tights, short, tousled blonde hair, chubby face, bubbly giggle, endless curiosity.
They are in the beautiful, fluffy Alaskan Malamute outside, waiting while his owner enjoys a cup o' joe.
They are in the barista who always seems to have words of wisdom about how his day is going.
Oh, and they are in the sun peeping through the clouds to make the day warm.

Those are the little details that remind me of Christ and His love, and that make me happy to be alive.

What are the little details for you?

Friday, February 25, 2011

Politics. What the heck?


Yesterday, my mother bombarded me with some stressful information.

Note: You must understand that she religiously listens to Rush Limbaugh. She knows I hate listening to him - who wouldn't? He bellows and shouts all the time - so she doesn't listen to his show while I am home. She listens to him in the car and comes home and tells me what he says, which isn't much better.

Anyway, she came home yesterday and rattled off something about President Obama doing something to marriage and it's awful and the world is collapsing in on itself. I walked away with "President Obama is doing away with the institution of marriage, so no one can even get married anymore. Marriage is abolished." What?! So then I get really upset because I, like a lot of people, am looking forward to my wedding day. My emotional roller coaster went through several phases at that point: I hate politics. I am sick of this damn president doing whatever the heck he wants and thinking he can get away with it, and I am sick of hearing about it. I feel helpless to do anything about it. All that comes from paying attention to politics is me feeling helpless and getting angry because I feel helpless. Then I swear off politics all together. But that's no good either. If I just ignore them, I am still haunted by the fear that one day I will wake up and everything will be different.

I found out later that marriage was still legal, and that Obama just told the Attorney General to not uphold the Defense of Marriage act (marriage is between a man and a woman), which was put into practice during the Clinton Administration, in some court case. My response: "Okay, so he isn't doing away with the institution of marriage itself." Mom: "Well it sure sounds like it." At that point, I walked away because I was getting stressed out again.

So where do I stand? I hate politics. I really do. They stress me out, make me angry, and then my day is ruined. But ignoring them isn't ideal either.

As a Christian... Where do I stand on gay marriage? I have gay friends. They are still people, and they should have rights too. But what about what I believe about marriage? The Bible says that marriage is between a man and a woman. So there are these people who are leading lives of sin and wanting to marry the same gender. What do I do with them? I believe that we should love everyone because Christ loved everyone, but how do you love someone and disagree with what they are doing at the same time and be tactful about it?

As a Christian... Where do I stand on Obama's inclination towards Socialism? The Bible says "If a man does not work, neither shall he eat." It seems pretty simple to me. If you work and you get paid accordingly, that is your money. It belongs to you. If you don't work, then you don't get money. That is your problem. Not mine, not the government's.

Where is the line between religion and politics? Is there a line at all? Should I completely separate the two? Should I mix them beyond recognition?

As an English Literature major, in a field full of hippies and liberals, where do I stand?

Do I become a political activist and go crazy Republican? Do I retreat from the political arena and lie low while keeping my priorities straight?

As a young Christian in this day and age, what do I do?!


Maybe the first step is to find a better source on political happens other than my mom and Rush.