Friday, November 20, 2009
Tuesday, November 10, 2009
Shambles November or not, I'm so happy right now.
Last night A and Ke and Mel and Av and I all cuddled up on my bed and Av read out loud to us from the Hobbit. You can imagine.
Tonight we had ourselves a sequins theme dance party and if I didn't have a strict 10:00 bedtime I would still be there now.
Last night A and Ke and Mel and Av and I all cuddled up on my bed and Av read out loud to us from the Hobbit. You can imagine.
Tonight we had ourselves a sequins theme dance party and if I didn't have a strict 10:00 bedtime I would still be there now.
Saturday, November 7, 2009
Eggs and my life
A told me to update my blog RIGHT NOW.
So heeerreeee we go!
Av is in the living room singing a bird song to A and playing the guitar. He has to do something artistic with birds for his project. Bird song!
A is trying to write her essay. Maybe she will end up writing it.
Av just came into my room playing his guitar. He is playing his guitar in my room right now. Now he is leaving. I might go to the living room. That would be social of me. I am in my room sitting on my bed blogging. Bej is in my room sitting on my bed playing his video game. I could relocate to the kitchen table and sit in my corner. I could open the windows on both sides of me and listen to the rain. I could make myself some hot water and drink that. I would bring my computer and continue blogging. Right now I'm sitting quietly trying to decide between staying here and going to the living room.
My plan just became reality. I am wrapped in my white cashmere blanket. That wasn't even a part of my plan until I realized that the air outside was cold. The hot water is heating up. A is talking about it. Maybe I will go get it.
I got distracted with celery and peanut butter when I went to get the water so a bunch of time has passed since I said I would get it. Now I am back in my seat with my hot water and my celery and peanut butter.
Av took his guitar someplace. He might have taken it into the shower room. He likes doing his thing in there. There is too much rain noise for me to hear. When I am in my room I can hear very well and I like it.
Av was not in the shower room. He was outside smoking. He saw a girl practically get naked looking for a bruise. Right now he is looking at his face in the mirror thinking about how he has to shave but can't shave because it is no shave November. His beard is thick and burly.
Bej is looking through binoculars. I think he is looking at me but he could be looking at something beyond me. Now he is looking at A. Earlier this night Bej and A and I went for a walk and Bej brought a magnifying glass. Sometimes he looks at things up close that are already close and sometimes he looks at things up close that are far away.
We encountered a worm on our walk and it crawled into A's foot. She screamed.
This morning I was late for my field trip and when I opened my door the black cat that hangs around here ran past me into the house. I wanted to go take it out of the house because the last time the cat got into the house A screamed and was very frightened. Ke and Ja brought the cat into my room and played with it. I gave it a yarn ball to bat around. A wanted me to take it out of the house so eventually I did. So I felt bad about the cat being in the house but was already late and had no time. I let A blame it on Mel but I can confess to YOU sweet anonymous internet and she will never know.
NEVER
KNOW
The first stop on my field trip was to an egg laying factory farm. Before taking farm class I never thought much about where my food came from. I knew vaguely about animal welfare in animal factory farms but I never really connected it to my food. Now I have! I invite you to all consider where your food comes from. It did not just spawn at the supermarket. Which is kind of how I always imagined it.
So we got to this egg laying farm and we all had to suit up in hazmat suits and special boots and masks and hair nets. I took home six hazmat suits for the six people who live in the apartment. I stabbed my finger in the process but it was totally worth it. Someday we will all wear our hazmat suits and it will be nice.
Once we were suited up we got to go inside the building. Each building has 45,000 chickens in cages stacked on top of each other in long rows. There are about six chickens per cage. The room had a very strong and distinct odor of chicken and chicken poop. Here is a picture of what stacked up factory chickens in cages look like:
But in real life they go on and on and on. The chickens were freaking out because there were so many people in the barn, all flapping and making noise and going crazy. I walked down into a chicken row by myself and stood very still and watched the chickens slowly calm down, starting from the farthest away from me and slowly working their way towards me. When they were calm they stuck their heads out between the bars and looked at me. It was a lot of chicken heads. The eggs were on little conveyor belts. They weren't moving then but when they move they bring the eggs out to be processed. One conveyor belt is a mile long and goes directly to the egg processing plant.
WHICH is where we went next. There was a really nifty machine for putting the eggs into the cartons and lots of broken eggs everywhere. Different brands of eggs is a lie. They are all made of the same eggs. True story.
Unless of course they are "specialty eggs" like cage free or free range or organic.
Next we went to a cow-calf farm. There were baby cows.
I think I'm done with blogging now.
So heeerreeee we go!
Av is in the living room singing a bird song to A and playing the guitar. He has to do something artistic with birds for his project. Bird song!
A is trying to write her essay. Maybe she will end up writing it.
Av just came into my room playing his guitar. He is playing his guitar in my room right now. Now he is leaving. I might go to the living room. That would be social of me. I am in my room sitting on my bed blogging. Bej is in my room sitting on my bed playing his video game. I could relocate to the kitchen table and sit in my corner. I could open the windows on both sides of me and listen to the rain. I could make myself some hot water and drink that. I would bring my computer and continue blogging. Right now I'm sitting quietly trying to decide between staying here and going to the living room.
My plan just became reality. I am wrapped in my white cashmere blanket. That wasn't even a part of my plan until I realized that the air outside was cold. The hot water is heating up. A is talking about it. Maybe I will go get it.
I got distracted with celery and peanut butter when I went to get the water so a bunch of time has passed since I said I would get it. Now I am back in my seat with my hot water and my celery and peanut butter.
Av took his guitar someplace. He might have taken it into the shower room. He likes doing his thing in there. There is too much rain noise for me to hear. When I am in my room I can hear very well and I like it.
Av was not in the shower room. He was outside smoking. He saw a girl practically get naked looking for a bruise. Right now he is looking at his face in the mirror thinking about how he has to shave but can't shave because it is no shave November. His beard is thick and burly.
Bej is looking through binoculars. I think he is looking at me but he could be looking at something beyond me. Now he is looking at A. Earlier this night Bej and A and I went for a walk and Bej brought a magnifying glass. Sometimes he looks at things up close that are already close and sometimes he looks at things up close that are far away.
We encountered a worm on our walk and it crawled into A's foot. She screamed.
This morning I was late for my field trip and when I opened my door the black cat that hangs around here ran past me into the house. I wanted to go take it out of the house because the last time the cat got into the house A screamed and was very frightened. Ke and Ja brought the cat into my room and played with it. I gave it a yarn ball to bat around. A wanted me to take it out of the house so eventually I did. So I felt bad about the cat being in the house but was already late and had no time. I let A blame it on Mel but I can confess to YOU sweet anonymous internet and she will never know.
NEVER
KNOW
The first stop on my field trip was to an egg laying factory farm. Before taking farm class I never thought much about where my food came from. I knew vaguely about animal welfare in animal factory farms but I never really connected it to my food. Now I have! I invite you to all consider where your food comes from. It did not just spawn at the supermarket. Which is kind of how I always imagined it.
So we got to this egg laying farm and we all had to suit up in hazmat suits and special boots and masks and hair nets. I took home six hazmat suits for the six people who live in the apartment. I stabbed my finger in the process but it was totally worth it. Someday we will all wear our hazmat suits and it will be nice.
Once we were suited up we got to go inside the building. Each building has 45,000 chickens in cages stacked on top of each other in long rows. There are about six chickens per cage. The room had a very strong and distinct odor of chicken and chicken poop. Here is a picture of what stacked up factory chickens in cages look like:
But in real life they go on and on and on. The chickens were freaking out because there were so many people in the barn, all flapping and making noise and going crazy. I walked down into a chicken row by myself and stood very still and watched the chickens slowly calm down, starting from the farthest away from me and slowly working their way towards me. When they were calm they stuck their heads out between the bars and looked at me. It was a lot of chicken heads. The eggs were on little conveyor belts. They weren't moving then but when they move they bring the eggs out to be processed. One conveyor belt is a mile long and goes directly to the egg processing plant.
WHICH is where we went next. There was a really nifty machine for putting the eggs into the cartons and lots of broken eggs everywhere. Different brands of eggs is a lie. They are all made of the same eggs. True story.
Unless of course they are "specialty eggs" like cage free or free range or organic.
Next we went to a cow-calf farm. There were baby cows.
I think I'm done with blogging now.
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