Friday, December 9, 2011
1 box flat "no boil" lasagna noodles
1 3lb butternut squash
1 16 oz container ricotta cheese (part skim)
1/2 stick butter
olive oil, salt, nutmeg, maple syrup
3-4 leaves fresh sage
Start by peeling the butternut squash. The easiest method is to chop the "stem" part off from the bulb, and then chop off the very top and peel it straight down the sides. Then cut the bottom off the bulb, peel, but in half, and scoop out seeds. Chop into 1" chunks (or smaller for faster cooking time). Toss with olive oil and salt, then spread in single layer on 1 or 2 foil-covered cookie sheets, and roast at 375F for about 30 minutes, stirring 3-4 times, or until squash is soft and starting to brown lightly in places. Either place in blender or in a bowl and use immersion blender, add about two cups of water, and blend to a smooth puree. This takes the place of "sauce" in regular no-boil lasagna, so you want it to be quite slushy--add more water if needed. Add maple syrup to taste (it should be sweet, but not dessert-like) and just a hint of nutmeg.
Meanwhile, melt the butter in a saucepan, swirling with a whisk, over low-medium heat. Continue cooking until it starts to brown and smell "toasty", then reduce heat and cook 1-2 minutes more until butter is browned (but not black!) throughout. Stir all but 1 tablespoon of the browned butter into the ricotta cheese (this is why I recommend part skim--it gets plenty rich), then add about 1 cup of water to make the ricotta light and fluffy. Season with salt to taste. Chop the sage and set aside.
Spread 1/4 of the squash on the bottom of a lasagna pan. Layer three lasagna noodles on top (or four if you like to overlap, but that means one less layer. I prefer to leave gaps and let the noodles spread to fill). Spread 1/2 ricotta mixture on noodles. Layer three more noodles on top, then 1/4 of the squash mixture. On top of this layer, sprinkle the chopped sage evenly. Layer three more noodles, then the rest of the ricotta. Three more noodles, then 1/4 squash. Three more noodles, then spread remaining squash mixture on top (this is important, to ensure the top noodle layer cooks) and pour down the sides. You should end up with squash, noodle, ricotta, noodle, squash & sage, noodle, ricotta, noodle, squash, noodle, squash--5 noodle layers, 2 ricotta, and 4 squash. Sprinkle with parmesan cheese, cover with foil, and bake at 375F for about 20 minutes, then uncover and let the cheese brown for the last 10. You'll know it's done when a knife easily inserts, meaning the noodles are cooked through.
To serve, dot with the last tablespoon of brown butter, and cut into slices between the noodles in thirds, then in thirds the other way. Goes great with raw kale salad. Serves 4.
Monday, December 5, 2011
Sexy rape: What Ayn Rand, Michael Winterbottom, and Ang Lee have in common
Sunday, November 27, 2011
J from Tales from the Hood sure knows how to cheer a girl up. By sending her a story about someone bragging about participating in a non-consensual sterilization in Tanzania!
Now, this is not some big well known person, and there are lots of stupid people on the internet, posting about doing lots of terrible things. So why does this warrant a post? Well, maybe, because J felt the need to "share the love" with me, and now I want to share it with you, so we can stare open-mouthed together. But also, because even though this is just one guy posting about doing stupid things in developing countries, I think his mindset is reflective of a far more common, and deeply damaging, mindset in aid workers: "We're here to help. Therefore, we're helping." And also: "We know better than the poor people (after all, they are poor, and we are not)." Neither of those are true, as J and others have meticulously documented. So, into the meat of our story.
The blog's author, Erik, is a doctor working in a village in Tanzania. A Tanzanian doctor comes to his house at 9 pm, asking for help:
"Hello Dakatari, come on in." We never used each others name. Only Daktari. It's how it is done. The challenge was to use it in every single sentence.The woman needs a C-section, and the Tanzanian doctor has an injured hand, so can't perform the surgery himself. Eric is hesitant since OBGyn isn't his specialty, and he hasn't performed a C-section in 20 years, but he ultimately agrees. The patient's health takes a turn for the worse during the operation:
"Daktari, I wonder if I could beg a little help from you this evening. We have a little bit of a problem, Daktari."
"Happy to help, Daktari. What's up?"
"Daktari, a woman has come in to the clinic tonight. She is pregnant and has been in labor for two full days. She has been with the village Traditional Healer for the whole day."
The Traditional Healer. Say no more. Straight away I knew this was not going to go well. Each village had a Traditional Healer/Witch Doctor who practiced ancient arts of medicine. These techniques included ritual skin cutting, herbs and randomly placed sticks through punctures. I'm sure that many of their methods worked, but the only ones we ever saw were the ones that didn't. In those cases the patients would be dragged to our hospital as a last resort. They were usually in septic shock, nearly dead or horribly late for treatment like our Sunday night patient.
"How's it going up there, doc?" I asked. Everyone who wasn't a Daktari, I called doc. It was simpler.They begin CPR:
"Hmmmmmm..........." I thought he didn't understand my English. I spoke slower.
"How is she doing, doc?"
"Hmmmmmmm...................Well, Daktari, maybe she is not breathing. I cannot be sure," he said without an ounce of panic. I thought: that's a little nonchalant for what he's talking about.
"Daktari, the epidural injection must have gone too high and paralyzed all her nerve function," I said as I started doing chest compression over her sternum.. I heard a rib crack with a loud POP under my hand and I winced.
"Yes Daktari. I believe that is correct," said Dr. M. She is a young woman and this is her fifth baby. She has a good heart."
Fifth baby, I thought. Holy shit. All I could think of was five orphans.
"C'mon, cmon," I said to no one in particular, "this cannot go down like this."
Thursday, November 10, 2011
The crime of childhood sex abuse is two-fold, each piece doing its own part to damage the child’s psyche: first, the abuse itself, then the cover-up. The cover-up is integral to the crime, and in fact part of the crime itself, because most childhood sexual abuse is perpetrated by someone close to the victim—a relative, a friend of the family, a religious leader…a coach. The abuser knows that to the child, sex is shameful, and uses this as a weapon to enlist the child in the cover-up. They also use their authoritative position, whether simply as an adult, or as a mentor, teacher, parent, or coach, to convince the child that the abuser’s behavior is normative, and that it’s the child’s perceptions that are out of whack. The child comes to believe they have done something wrong, because if not, why can’t they talk about it? This shame and isolation on top of the abuse itself causes irreparable harm.
In the case of this particular cover-up, Sandusky couldn’t have imagined that he would have so much help. So many other adults had internalized the idea that sex is shameful, and thus sex abuse something to be hushed up, and authority is not to be questioned (especially not football authority!), that they covered up Sandusky’s crimes for him. And in doing so, they, too, hurt children. They participated in the second crime of sexual abuse, just as damaging as the first.
When a graduate assistant witnessed Sandusky raping a child, he left. He then reported the incident to Joe Paterno, who met in hushed rooms with administrators to decide what to do about this “situation.” They decided to ban Sandusky from bringing children on campus, and restrict his access to certain areas. Anyone involved in those conversations should be fired.
Imagine, you see a member of the faculty savagely beating his child in a classroom. Do you tell him not to bring his children on campus anymore? What on earth good would that do? No. You call the police. It’s the difference between something being “not the type of thing you want to be around” and “not the type of thing that is legally allowed.”
Childhood sexual abuse victims, more than anything, need to be able to say that what happened to them was wrong, that it was a crime, and that it was not their fault. Adults like those at Penn State rob us of the ability to put a name to what happened to us—to say, “A crime happened here.” By backing slowly away from what he’d seen instead of intervening and calling the police, that first adult on the scene told that child: You’re not a victim—you’re a pervert. You deserve to be banned with the coach. His actions said, what’s happening here is twisted, messed up. And you’re part of it. The other adults who took no action to find or help the victim, investigate the crime, or bring its perpetrator to justice supported this view, sending the same message: we don’t want that kind of business here. It’s shameful. But they didn’t call it a crime. If it was, they would have called the police, acted as witnesses, and warned the campus about the predator on the loose.
Friday, February 18, 2011
Wednesday, February 9, 2011
The answers range from harmless:
What side effects did you have? And what were your symptoms when malaria was detected?To mildly dim:
A.Not much in side effects, the symptoms are fever, the chills, and exciting adventures in the toilet..weak..really just very bad flu conditions with a little food poisoning thrown in to make you the perfect party guest.
George – A dear friend of mine had malaria…does it recur? And if you’ve had it once, can you get it again?[Big aside: The number one reason malaria reoccurs is inadequate treatment, meaning all the parasites were not killed in the first place. Old treatment regimes caused the parasite to "retreat" to the liver, rather than fully killing it. Today, when malaria is treated with drugs that it has developed resistant to, or treated incompletely (with a partial course), malaria can reoccur. Many drugs available to treat malaria experience partial parasite resistance, but are still used either because they are effective first line treatments (in an area of incomplete parasite resistance), or because they make the symptoms go away, encouraging clinicians and patients as to their effectiveness. Recurrence is more common in certain strains, but usually because these strains have delayed symptoms, causing malaria to not be treated or to be treated inadequately, or high rates of drug resistance. Adequate, complete, and timely treatment can prevent malaria recurrence in almost all cases (except in the case of reinfection, which is also quite common). Malaria recurrence despite adequate treatment is treatment failure, in which case second-line treatments are deployed.]
A.It can…it depends on what type you get..i didn’t get that strain thankfully.
— George Clooney
To foolish and misleading:
George – How did your treatment for malaria differ from the treatment that the average Sudanese would receive?OK, first of all, I don't know what he means by "before, during, and after." If by the "before" part he is referring to prophylaxis pills, then, no, these wouldn't be available to the typical Sudanese, because prophylaxis pills aren't meant to be taken for a long period of time. They're essentially ongoing treatment for malaria, which kills the parasite immediately in case you contract it--the liver has to work over-time to process these pills, and they have to be taken daily or weekly. Ongoing prophylaxis use in endemic areas is medically inadvisable, financially unsustainable, and logistically infeasible.
— Joy F.
A.I had drugs to take before during and after…pills that should be just provided to these people, like a polio vaccine..life saving drugs for diseases that kill millions needlessly, belong to mankind not to companies to profit from….we need another Jonas Salk.
— George Clooney
Let's move on to the next part of his response: "life saving drugs for diseases that kill millions needlessly, belong to mankind not to companies to profit from." I agree, the sentiment sounds nice. It's just a matter of wresting the life-saving drugs from the evil pharmaceutical companies, and all our problems are solved! It certainly sounds much nicer than, "How do we sustainably ensure supply, distribution, and use of lifesaving technologies in a constantly changing disease environment, where even free commodities face take-up challenges?" Unfortunately, that's the actual problem at hand.
Sunday, January 30, 2011
The text of the bill lists that the only exceptions to the ban of federal funding for abortions include when the pregnancy endangers the mother's life and:
"[I]f the pregnancy occurred because the pregnant female was the subject of an act of forcible rape or, if a minor, an act of incest..."
Forcible rape? What does that even mean? One major reason for concern is that the term 'forcible rape' is not defined in the federal code, nor do many states have a definition. To me, the term 'forcible rape' sounds like the only time rape is really 'rape' is when your attacker has a gun or a knife to your head. It would be interesting to see how we decide whose rape qualifies and whose rape doesn't for a federally funded abortion.
The incest exception is also being drastically changed. Federally funded abortions would only be allowed if the victim of incest was under 18. Because that makes sense. (?!)
But to be clear, I wasn't surprised that some Democrats would support pro-life legislation. Rather, I was surprised they would support legislation that would only really accomplish demeaning women, restricting their rights, and perpetuating harmful myths about rape.
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Wednesday, January 26, 2011
Tuesday night, President Barack Obama gave his third State of the Union address to Congress. He addressed a myriad of issues, including America's competitiveness in the world economy, education, jobs, infrastructure, and health care reform. This year, Secretary of the Interior Ken Salazar was in a secure location during the speech to ensure continuity of government in the event of a disaster. Michelle Obama wore a lovely Rachel Roy dress, and the President tried to be funny, although most of his jokes fell flat. Personally, I most enjoyed the one about traveling on high-speed rail without needing a pat-down :).
It was a lofty speech, with the kind of rhetoric we've come to expect from President Obama. He has very talented speechwriters, and probably had a hand in crafting this speech as well. This year's State of the Union was almost exclusively focused on non controversial issues; he did not cover topics such as gun control, which might have been expected after the shooting in Tuscon. In a way, the speech echoed the bipartisan seating plan that many of the Congresspeople adopted for the evening: policy plans straight down the middle, and ideas about patriotism, innovation, and a brighter, better future for the country.
While there weren't any particularly memorable lines, I did enjoy the reference to RFK: "The future is ours to win,” Obama said. “But to get there, we can’t just stand still. As Robert Kennedy told us, 'The future is not a gift. It is an achievement.' Sustaining the American Dream has never been about standing pat. It has required each generation to sacrifice, and struggle, and meet the demands of a new age." I liked this reference as it sort of summed up an important theme of the speech: innovation, investments in education, and growing the economy can bring America a great future.
In sum, I will have to agree with Paul Krugman - meh. It was an okay speech, not the best, not the most inspiring, but probably what the country needed to hear now.
A few more links for perusing:
Patterns of Speech - words used in past speeches, dated by president and amount of usage
Word clouds for Obama's speech and past presidents
SOTU in numbers
GOP Response from Rep. Paul Ryan (R-WI)
The text of Obama's speech
Watch the speech on YouTube
Tuesday, January 25, 2011
Winter's Bone is more than a great movie; it is the best movie I have seen in recent memory for fully fleshed out female characters that matter. With a female heroine who never once talks about a boy, her female best friend with whom she shares a family-like bond, and a female villain from whom our heroine receives veiled, then not-so-veiled threats, Winter's Bone passes the Bechdel test with flying colors. I want to repeat that this is a movie with a female hero and a female villain, neither of whom are sexualized. Adding to the thrill is the fact that those characters are featured in such a fantastically, spine-tinglingly taut crime drama that you don't realize how special what you've just seen was until it's over.
The film follows 17-year-old Ree, an Ozark Mountains girl from a meth-cooking family. Her dad is supposed to stand trial for said meth-cooking activities, only no one can find him. Because he placed the family home and woods up for bond, Ree, her neuro-atypical mother, and her two young siblings will be left with nowhere to go if they can't manage to "turn 'im up." What follows is Ree's search for dear-old dad, which takes her first to his menacing brother's place, and finally to the home of a local crime boss, whose wife does not appreciate the disturbance. In a region where the code of silence is more important than family ties, Ree is treated brutally by those who see her quest as "against their ways." She is helped, finally, by the same uncle who initially menaced her, when he decides the rest of the clan has gone too far in trying to shut down a 17-year-old's quest to keep her family from sliding into destitution.
As Ree digs deeper to uncover her father's whereabouts, a quieter tale unfolds of a 17-year-old girl, torn between home obligations she wasn't ready for in a drug-ridden community whose ways she despises, and a shaky dream of escape, to a world she neither knows nor understands. Somehow, though, Ree proceeds on her search with an unshakable faith that this better world does exist, and that people in this iniquitous community will, when pushed, still act according to its basic tenants: help your neighbors, love your family, do what's right. She knows that's the only way she can find her father--if one of these unmovable villains gives, just a little bit--and thus the only way to save her family. So she fights like she's got nothing to lose.
Friday, January 21, 2011
2-3 Idaho potatoes (other varieties like red potatoes or yukon gold are great, especially for the breakfast version)
2-3 tablespoons olive oil
1 pressed or grated garlic clove (or 1/2 t garlic powder), 1/2 t chopped fresh or dry rosemary (if dry, mash with oil with the back of a spoon to extract flavor), salt, and pepper.
Slice potatoes into fry-like shapes. For wedges, cut in half lengthwise (through the thicker part if not round, resulting in two more flat halves), then cut lengthwise in halves again, then cut each half into 3-4 pieces. For fries, slice lengthwise into 1/2 inch thick pieces, then slice lengthwise the other direction to make sticks. If not cooking immediately, place in water to prevent browning.
Toss fries with olive oil and seasoning, and place in oven pre-heated to 425 degrees on metal baking pan. Cook, stirring every 10 minutes, until fries are brown and crisp outside, soft inside (20-30 minutes). If they are browning too quickly, turn oven down. If they are getting soft but not yet brown, drizzle with more oil, toss to coat, and turn oven to 450 or place (briefly!) under broiler.
Breakfast potato version
Cut potatoes into chunks instead of spears (just cut through the spears crosswise). Replace seasoning with 1 t paprika, 1/2 t turmeric, 1/2 t garlic powder, dash cayenne, and salt and pepper. Once done baking, toss with sliced green onions.
Monday, January 17, 2011
Yay!! Dresses and mean jokes about Hollywood!
Ricky Gervais was hilariously out of control last night, making jokes about the airbrushed SATC2 poster and how terrible The (nominated) Tourist was. See a rundown of every funny-awkward-funny jibe here. Many have speculated he went too far, but I only thought he really crossed the line in making a Scientologists are gay joke--we all know, Ricky, but outing people isn't funny. Movieline has pointed out that Gervais essentially pulled off the Emperor's new clothes of Hollywood, un-self-awaringly illustrated by this quote from the HFPA: "Ricky will not be invited back to host the show next year, for sure. [A]ny movie he makes he can forget about getting nominated. He humiliated the organization last night and went too far with several celebrities whose representatives have already called to complain."
Gawker has their take on the most memorable moments. Dave Karger contemplates how the wins affect Oscar predictions. Complete winner's list here. For my take, it looks like The Social Network is dominating, but I wonder if the academy doesn't want something more feel-good. I hope Annette Benning beats Natalie Portman, and I think she has a good chance, given the Academy's penchant for career-achievement awards. I think supporting actress is a wide-open race, and wish Hailee Steinfeld were getting more love (she was not nominated for the globes).
And the fashion: The Fug Girls have the best and worst outfits over at NYMag. Tom and Lorenzo (bless them) have parts 1, 2, and 3, as well as a rundown of the men.
What did you think of the hugely mean-spirited and mildly sinister show last night? (To paraphrase Robert Downey, Jr.)
Sunday, January 16, 2011
You have to think that Amy Chua won in all of this. Her memoir, Battle Hymn of the Tiger Mother, is now the #5 book on Amazon. She’s won the kind of instant notoriety that is typically reserved for cast members of Jersey Shore. The original Wall Street Journal article about her book has been the most-read article on the site for more than a week, and has generated more than 6,000 comments, split between admirers of the Asian-American community’s disproportional representation in the Ivy League and those citing the Asian-American community’s disproportional representation in national depression and suicide statistics.
But for me, the most interesting reaction has been among those of Asian-American descent themselves. I am Chinese-American, and was tempted to create a filter in my Gmail account so I wouldn’t have to sort through all the times that people emailed the article to me. Among the first people to email me the article was my younger sister, who sent it to me and my parents, with no comment besides, “I’m not sure how I feel about this.” My parents did not have the same reaction. Apparently, a mailing list of Asian parents in our town had been debating the article since it first appeared. From the sampling of emails that my parents forwarded on, the uniform reaction of the parents was a disavowal of Chua’s techniques; one after another wrote that “If this is what a Chinese parent is, then I am a Western parent!”
Friday, January 14, 2011
Raw kale salad
1 bunch kale
1 large navel orange (or several smaller oranges)
1 medium beet
Lemon juice, olive oil, sea salt, and fresh pepper
Wash kale thoroughly. Cut off stems, and, if you wish, cut out the stem part of the larger leaves (I leave it in). Tear or chop the kale into less than 1 inch pieces (I gather all leaves and cut into strips, then cut again the other direction a few times). Put sliced kale in bowl and drizzle with olive oil. Squeeze 1/2 lemon over kale; sprinkle with salt. With your hands, massage the lemon/salt/oil mix into the kale until leaves begin to soften and turn bright green.
Wash the beet and scrape the outside to remove rough skin. Remove stem and root section. Cut beet in half vertically. Slice each half thinly, then cut slices into matchsticks. Peel orange using knife to remove as much pith as possible. Cut orange in slices (going across sections, not between), and split slices into 4 pieces. Toss beet pieces and orange with kale. Grind in fresh pepper, and add more salt, lemon juice, or olive oil as needed. A splash of balsamic vinegar is also nice. If desired, top with broken walnut pieces. (A sliced avocado also works). Enjoy!
Friday, January 7, 2011
1 tablespoon olive oil
1 small onion, chopped
4 small red potatoes, cut into 1/2-inch pieces (I used a few small, a few medium as I like more potatoes!)
1 pound mushrooms, cut
1 zucchini, cut
1/4 teaspoon dried thyme
1 tablespoon tomato paste
2 cups water
10 ounces baby spinach leaves, rinsed well
1 can navy beans, drained and rinsed
1 tablespoon red-wine vinegar, optional
Heat oil in a large pot. Add onions and potatoes; cook until onions are golden. Season with salt. Add the mushrooms, zucchini, and thyme. Season with more salt and cook until mushrooms, etc are tender. Add the tomato paste and water. Mix until tomato paste is blended. Cook that until the potatoes are tender (maybe 10-12 minutes). Add spinach, beans, and vinegar. Heat until spinach is wilted. Season with (more) salt and pepper. Serve hot!
Monday, January 3, 2011
And then there's September, and college football season is stressful for a Bama bred girl. Defending a national championship is hard. So, my team decided not to do it...in October.
On a trip to visit Colo in November, I was sorely disappointed by so-called "soul-food" in DUMBO, but I should have known better. And in the same night, I learned I wasn't ironic enough to ever step foot in Williamsburg again.
All I needed was a little Christmas, but Uncle Boone's "Killer Bee" concoction left me a little too merry and the Snowmaggedon Part II that Washington never got made me a nervous wreck, as after Snowmaggedon Part I, I developed a crippling snow-phobia.
Man am I ever glad it's January...2011 and I (we) can put this all behind us and start fresh! I'm not a New Year's Resolution making kind of girl. Too much pressure. But, I am happy to say that I have gotten in a cardio workout 2 days in a row. Things are already looking up.
So, Welcome 2011! I've always preferred odd number years anyway!