Friday, March 24, 2006

Itinerary:

Leave obnoxiously bright and early on March 25 for a 10 drive to Mendocino. Highlights include a pit stop in Grants Pass for gas, lunch in Ferndale and one long afternoon of gazing at the Pacific Ocean from Hwy 101.

Followed with two nights and at least one full day in quaint Mendocino (complete with long walks on the beach with the dog and window-shopping) before another 3 hour drive to Palo Alto.

Palo Alto highlights include: a day trip to the City (that would be San Francisco), an afternoon in Santa Cruz, lunch with The Amy, dinner with Jon and Chris, and drinking lots of Peet's Coffee, eating out, and shopping shopping shopping!

Finish the California sojourn on April 1 with a ridiculously dreary 12-hour straight-shot drive through the California desert, stopping perhaps near Mt. Shasta for dinner (and some snow if lucky).

Tuesday, March 21, 2006

If I Had One Chance To Tell You Something...

Words. It’s funny how they are fundamental in sharing an idea with another, and yet they can be the most elusive. They are swallowed by fear. They run from confrontation. Overused, the impact of brave, thundering phrases become meek and shallow.

Words. We can hear and read the words, but do we always know what they mean? And when we know what they mean, does that mean we understand what they are trying to tell us?

I am exposed to words everyday. In my classes, while I’m on the phone at work, when I’m sitting in the back of the coffee shop on the 13 Avenue, when I’m sitting in my bed falling asleep to the lyrics of Dahlia and Moby. When I’m reading the newspaper, when I’m instant messaging my friends, when I’m eating lunch in the Memorial Union, when I’m on the bus to Portland. Sitting in the pews at church, when I’m driving in my car and the radio is on too loud, when I’m eating dinner with my family, when I’m at the doctor’s office.

I am exposed to words everyday. Thousands, millions of words. Do I know what the words are trying to tell me?

Words, if heard just enough times from just the right person, can have just enough impact to create just the right kind of emotion to raise just the right questions to cause just the right amount of compliance to just the right reasons.

Think about it.

We’ve seen it dozens of times throughout history. Every revolution started with the right speech or the right phrase or the right emphasis on the right people to cause the right kind of action that left us staring with disbelief and disgust, turning not to our neighbors or children or lover, but to our soul to ask the question that begs the answer: Dear God, how could that happen?

Revolutions are not things that happen quickly. By definition, they are a “drastic and far-reaching change in ways of thinking and behaving.” They start with the right kind of speech (phrase or emphasis) that make you feel safe. They make you feel like someone is fighting for you personally. They make you feel like This will change everything. Change for the better. Change for freedom, change for safety. Change from whatever it is you fear most. Abandonment, poverty, disease, even death.

The book 1984 is a prime example of words being carefully crafted to cause the complacency that happens when people become comfortable with the idea that politicians can create that Change. Historical revolutions did the same thing. Most totalitarian governments did it, too. With words. It’s not until after the words have served their function that the governments can then use force to wield their true purpose. You have to say “yes” first.

Governments aren’t the only ones to do this. Religion has an interesting way of inserting just the right phrase into just the right context so it has just the right message. And, of course, as they say, if it’s from a holy text you can’t argue with it.

I wonder about that sometimes. There’s a new movie that just came out last Friday, you might have heard of it, called V for Vendetta. The Matrix creators produced it. I’m not writing a review, but the movie brought up several points, most of which I just mentioned. In the movie, a futuristic Britain is under the control of a totalitarian government. Their leader is Chancellor Sutler, who in my opinion is an obnoxious and terrifying fascist dictator. If Adolf Hitler and Pat Robertson mated and spawned a child, Chancellor Sutler would be it. Throughout the movie, the regime’s motto is featured in various parts of London: “Strength through unity, unity through faith.” Religious superiority colors the characters and moves them to condone atrocious acts. The symbol of the British party is two crosses, one on top of the other.

The similarities to World War II are apparent, as are the links to present-day America and terrorism. In one scene, a lesbian couple are kidnapped and taken to “detention centers.” One of the women, Valerie, writes secret letters to a fellow prisoner. She describes her life and how it changed when the government came into power, and the torture she is subjected to as a detainee. She eventually dies and is buried, naked, in a mass grave.

It looked like a picture from my high school history book.

The main character, V, is also held captive in the detention center and his experiences fuels his “vendetta” against the government to the point where he relies on violence to undo the damage and free the citizens who capitulate to the restrictions. Now, I could write a completely separate entry on the matter of violence as a means to an end, but that’s not why I’m writing this.

I’m writing about the words. I’m writing about the words that I hear on a daily basis that I fear could be the speeches (phrase or emphasis) that we will eventually look back on and say: “Dear God, how could that happen?”

The words about other races.
The words about other religions.
The words about other political parties.
The words about other lifestyles.

The words that could evolve into the words the characters (the “fictional” characters) in the movie used to convince an entire nation that they were right. That they would bring the right kind of Change. In the past, words were against the Jews. Our new words are against the Arabs, the Muslims, and the homosexual community. We just use the same words against new people.

My grandfathers were Jewish. If there was one thing that haunted me the most when I became a Christian it was leaving my family. I don’t regret becoming a Christian, but I am ashamed of the suffering my grandfathers experienced because of my brothers and sisters in Christ.

If there were ever hate-filled words spoken against you in the name of Jesus, I am so sorry. Jesus taught never to judge or condemn, he taught to love everyone (even those who persecute) and he taught to be generous and humble. He taught that He was whom we should follow. A lot of people won’t listen to Jesus’ Words because of the words we have used. The words we are trying to use to ignite a revolution against those who are different.

If I had one chance to tell you something, if I had one opportunity to use Words and have them mean Something forever, it would be this:

I love you.

Thursday, March 16, 2006

Homophobia in a Small Town

West Linn, Oregon. A bright, safe community of 25,000, located south of metropolitan Portland. It is populated with smart, mostly wealthy families of doctors, lawyers, businessmen and businesswomen and teachers. A quaint little bedroom community.

West Linn and it's sister city, Lake Oswego, are also known for being the "Beverly Hills" of the Portland metropolitan area. Gigantic homes with no yards, Mercedes and BMWs every other car, but did WL suffer a budget cut during the 2003 funding crisis the knocked off an entire month of school as it did with the Portland School District? Of course not. Mummy and Daddy wouldn't let it.

West Linn is an adorably safe town with a wonderful education system and overzealous and terminally bored police department, but it's not without it's skeletons.

I haven't said much about my hometown, mostly for the sake of privacy for my family and friends. But the lastest news out of the old Linntry is this:

17-year-old WLHS senior, Brandon Flyte, was requested (some say "ordered") to transfer to a local community college after he showed a film entitled Brokeback High to his marine biology class. As the story goes, Brandon wrote a film based off the controversial and critically acclaimed Brokeback Mountain featuring a love story between two male students. The film included a "snuggling scene" where the two boys are shown whispering affection in bed, shirtless. The administration asked for the scene to be removed, and Brandon complied. But when his marine biology class asked to see it, he showed the unedited version. Then he was asked to come to the office, where the three vice-principals told Brandon that "because of his poor attendence record" he was going to have to transfer to Clackamas Community College.

Right.

Of course, a controversy has ensued, and Brandon is recording it all on his website, BrandonFlyte.com. He explains his side of the story, features an article to the Oregonian (which, as a journalist, is the most amazingly horrible piece of writing I've ever encountered in a professional publication) and he has a guestbook where people from all over the world have posted. In just three days. Of course, with 10,000 e-mails, the administration has relented and allowed Brandon to return to WLHS, but not without calling Brandon's shenanigans a "hoax" and that he was expelled for "a series of misbehaviors," which are not even listed. It has prompted crude, hateful messages from the entire spectrum of religious and political beliefs.

I'm posting this after seeing a link to the story from my friend Sarah's blog. It is disturbing to me on two fronts: 1) I'm from West Linn, and I'm just appalled that this is what our administration has turned into. They have always been a bit overzealous with their "rules" (I could write an entire post about the dumb policies they created- including posting faculty at the doors leading from the cafeteria to avoid student bringing "exposed food or drink" into the main building) and 2) I'm a journalist, and the Oregonian has done a shoddy piece of work with their report. It's ridiculous.

Some people are calling this a "cry for attention" or a "shameless plug for publicity of his film," which is not what Brandon claims, but still, he damn right deserves some publicity for what he's going through. The administration should be hung out to dry for the fact they even made him cut that stupid scene (which, by the way, you can view at his website).

It's not even a sex scene. They don't even kiss in the scene. They are not wearing shirts (you can't see anything else) and they're lying in bed. Big deal.

We are having an educational crisis with budgets cuts across the board causing teachers to cut back on opportunities to bring in guest speakers and go on field trips. They lack updated textbooks and technology (not WLHS, of course, our bathrooms are made from Italian tile...). And now they are trying to stifle intelligent discussion on something pertinent to our society today?

Are they freaking out of their minds?

I didn't think I would get so angry about it. But this smacks of not only homophobia, but of sheer cluelessness as to the value of strong, open discussion about current events. Isn't that what we go to school for? To learn about our world?

Disappointing. Amazingly disappointing.

Wednesday, March 15, 2006

Hump Day Update

The papers are done!

Hallelujah!

Praise da Lawd!!!!!!!

Oh heavens, I don't think I can describe in words how happy I am that the Evil Papers of Doom and Despair are written and turned in.

Now I can focus my attention on the Evil Finals of Death and Destruction. Oh joy.

Is it Spring Break yet?

~*~

In other, happier news, today was my last day of class for PR Writing (that's actually not the happy news- I rather liked that class). We went to Rennie's, a bar across the street from campus. Me, nine other girls, one guy (Peter, bless his soul), and our professor, Michelle. It was fun getting to know my classmates. It's kind of funny how you can spend so much time with people, but not ever get to know them. Since the class sizes of the PR classes at the UO can only be 16 students, I will be spending a lot of time with these fine folks. We're even planning on some outside-of-class hanging out time. Having Law & Order: SVU viewing parties and going to Corvallis to have some of Beth's boyfriends' apple cider beer or whatever it is. It's apple cider. It's fermented. Apparently it gets you drunk. I have no idea what this is.

Michelle is amazingly cool, too. You know, for being old(er). She even bought the first round of drinks. Woohoo.

Don't worry- I didn't drink alcohol. I got a yummy Shirley Temple. Blasted drinking age. 4 1/2 months! Or: 18 weeks. Or: 142 days.

Not that I'm counting.

~*~

But who wants to end on a high note? Time for some more bitching. So guess what I lost this week?

My glucose meter.

Oh yeah. I rock so hard, don't I? Oy.

So I'm on "reserves" right now, which basically entails me stealing Freestyle Flash test strips from the Health Center so I can use my spiffy little Flash that I got a while back during my "Minimed Meter Suck Monkey Butts" phase.

Oh, who I am kidding? The Minimed Meter does suck monkey butts, but unfortunately it's the only one that my insurance wants to pay for. Not that I've utilized my persuasive wiles or anything, but that's not the point.

I have to continue stealing (well, it isn't really stealing since they told me I'm allowed to take them when I need them, though I don't think they mean "Take all of them, Allison, we'll be your supplier of test strips!") until I call BD and lie about my meter breaking so they can send me a new one. Otherwise I have to pay for a new meter, and dammit, 12 years and I have never paid for a meter and I'll be damned if I start now! And since I can't wipe out the Health Centers entire supply of Flash test strips, I have to ration them out. Which means I'm not testing very much. Which means my blood sugars are higher longer than they should. Which means that I have turned into a cynic, shaking my fist at the world and bemoaning my situation.

Where's a black veil when you need one?

Oy vey. Uh huh. It's so bad, we need both Oy and Vey.

~*~

But it's Wednesday and it's Hump Day which means there is only 2 more days until the weekend!

Okay, there's your happy note. You beat it out of me.

Sunday, March 12, 2006

Seven is Still a Darn Cool Number
or Things I Have Learned This Weekend

1. Although I love English and I love writing, I do indeed despise writing English papers.

2. I require caffeine to wake (well, to function properly, at the very least) and melatonin to sleep. Hurrah for chemical dependencies!

3. Vitamin Water is my new Favoritest Thing Ever. Without it, I would be a walking desert. It’s especially great when I’m on the phone at work. Coffee makes me more thirsty (this Caffeinated Beverage of Life is consumed prior to work), water tastes yucky (I’m very anti-water), and soda makes me burp (which isn’t something you want to do into someone’s ear. Very unpleasant.).

4. What is the one thing I hate more than diabetes? It’s a tough one, huh? Come on- think about it. Give up? Working at the University of Oregon’s Annual Giving Program. Amazing, no? Please do not hang up on telemarketers, no matter how much you may loathe our existence. It makes us want to cry. Well, at least me.

5. I am now listed on aforementioned Annual Giving Programs website.

6. I enjoy laughing. Okay, that’s not something new, but these are:

Things My Girlfriend and I Have Argued About.

Chuck Norris Facts.

And keeping with the theme of Bizarre and Twisted, here’s an oldie but a goodie:
The Very Secret Diaries of the Fellowship.

Better get a box of Kleenex- yeah, they’re that funny.

7. This guy rocks my socks off: Robert G. Spiro, M.D. He’s a Type 1 diabetic and he works for Joslin Diabetes Center. Have we talked about him yet? He has an adorable list of recommendations about living with diabetes, and he was awarded Joslin’s 50 Years Award. But more importantly, check out his “Family and Career” page. He was born in Germany and escaped religious persecution from Nazi Germany in 1940! Then he came to the U.S. and went to Columbia, met his wife, got his medical degree, was diagnosed with diabetes, developed his own blood glucose monitoring system with his chemist wife decades before home monitoring systems were invented, and now lives in Boston where he has spent 50 years as a researcher and a professor at the Harvard Medical School! We could make a movie about him!

Thursday, March 09, 2006

And Now For Something Completely Different!


A man with three noses!

(He's not here yet!)

Two noses?



~*~

I Heart Monty Python

~*~

Late-Breaking Allison News Update:

ONE MORE WEEK OF CLASSES AND THEN: CALIFORNIA!!!!!

Who's excited?
I'm excited.

Also signing up to be a member of the AFP (Association of Fundraising Professionals- yes, there's an actual organization devoted to that stuff and the people who do it). I get to help organize a special event to help Siempre Amigos, which is a local group dedicated to helping relocated people adjust to life in Eugene.

IT SNOWED! It didn't stick on campus, but it snowed. Apparently in North Eugene, .00128 inches stuck on the ground for approximately 19 minutes. TV crews came out, there was a front page story in the Register-Guard, and the Governor almost declared a state-wide emergency.

But alas, it melted.

~*~

And because British Humor is the best kind of humor, I leave you with Izzard, Eddie Izzard:

"We stole countries with the cunning use of flags! Just sail halfway around the world, stick a flag in. "I claim India for Britain." And they're going, "You can't claim us. We live here! There's five hundred million of us." "Do you have a flag?" "We don't need a bloody flag, this is our country you bastard!" "No flag, no country! You can't have one. That's the rules... that... I've just made up! And I'm backing it up with this gun... that was lent from the National Rifle Association."

and...

"We play bad guys in Hollywood movies. Take, for example, "The Empire Strikes Back" from the Star Wars trilogy. The Death Star is just full of British actors opening doors and going, "Oh... I... oh..." "What is it lieutenant Sebastian?" "It's just the Rebels, sir... they're here." "My God, man! Do they want tea?" "No, I think they're after something a bit more than that, sir. I don't know what it is, but they've brought a flag." "Damn, that's dash cunning of them."

~*~

There is way too much funny stuff in life to waste time being sad.

Wednesday, March 08, 2006

My Theme Song

Since I don't have anything very interesting to write about (unless you want me to moan about my Astronomy exam and groan about my Non-Profit research paper), I thought I would share with you my theme song. Seems fitting considering some of the posts recently written. I was listening to this song over Winter Break and I swear, this could be our theme song.

(If you have iTunes or other such music pirating program- download this song!)

Edit: I have recorded an audio post of this song by putting my cell phone up to my headphones. Thus, the quality is shoddy at best and crappy at worst. But if you'd like to get a sense of what the song sounds like, you can listen to it here.

"Just a Ride" by Jem

Life, it's ever so strange
It's so full of change
Think that you've worked it out
then BANG
Right out of the blue
Something happens to you
To throw you off course
and then you

Breakdown
Yeah you breakdown
Well don't you breakdown
Listen to me
Because

It's just a ride, it's just a ride
no need to run, no need to hide
It'll take you round and round
Sometimes you're up
sometimes you're down
It's just a ride, it's just a ride
don't be scared
don't hide your eyes
It may feel so real inside
but don't forget it's just a ride

Truth, we don't wanna hear
It's too much to take
Don't like to feel out of control
So we make our plans
Ten times a day
And when they don't go
our way we

Breakdown
Yeah we breakdown
Well don't you breakdown
Listen to me
Because

It's just a ride, it's just a ride
no need to run, no need to hide
It'll take you round and round
Sometimes you're up
sometimes you're down
It's just a ride, it's just a ride
don't be scared
don't hide your eyes
It may feel so real inside
but don't forget it's just a ride

Slowly, oh so very slowly
accept that
there's no getting off
So live it, just gotta go with it
coz this ride's never gonna stop

Breakdown
Don't you breakdown
No need to breakdown
No need at all
Because

It's just a ride, it's just a ride
no need to run, no need to hide
It'll take you all around
Sometimes you're up
sometimes you're down
It's just a ride, it's just a ride
don't be scared now
dry your eyes
It may feel so real inside
but don't forget enjoy the ride!

Sunday, March 05, 2006

My Weekend in Portland,
or Why I Don't Like Diabetes Education Seminars

OK. I don't meant to sound cocky, but I think I know a lot about diabetes. Not as much as professionals (though I question the intelligence of some Endos Who Shall Remain Unnamed), but as far as most 5-months-til-I'm-21-year-old patients go, there's not much I haven't heard. I read the books, I go to the educational seminars, I'm a member of every message board in existence, I've interviewed a lot of people and I even wrote a 20 page research paper (as part of a 100-page project) on stem cell research.

When I decided to spend $40 to go see Dr. Peter Chase in Portland for the Children's Diabetes Seminars annual Research Seminar, I thought it would be an great opportunity to learn about the latest goings-on from someone in-the-know. Something, you know, about research.

Now, let's pause. Dr. Peter Chase is brilliant. He's an excellent speaker. He addresses people's issues. He knows his stuff.

It's probably mostly my fault for expecting an education seminar addressed towards the parents of children with diabetes to be something valuable for me. Clearly I do not need to be told the benefits of having a basal insulin versus NPH (pumper for 5 1/2 years). Clearly I do not need to be told hypoglycemia is bad (but passing out is so much fun!). Clearly I do not need to be told testing is a good thing (I did the deliquent teen thing and landed myself a toasty 9.2 A1C). Clearly I do not need to be told ketones are back (Oh drat. I do so love the burning, dehydrated muscles, nausea and constant thirst). Clearly I do not need to be told research for a cure is important.

Dr. Peter Chase addressed these issues in a coherant, detailed manner, citing numerous examples and studies for our benefit. It was brilliant. The recent trials at the Barbara Davis Center on the Navigator- very exciting. Promising, even. The FDA passing it in April, with the release coming in June or July? ::Applause:: Abbott's attempt to pass this as a replacement for testing rather than an addition? Risky, Dr. Chase says, but not impossible.

But other than the one slide that showed the 6-month results of teens wearing the Navigator, with the lowering of A1Cs and the benefits of tracking overnight lows, there really wasn't anything new. Except for the details on the Navigator trial, I could have given most of the lecture myself. Step aside, Dr. Chase, step aside.

Which leads me to this conclusion: I need to graduate. I am stuck in the high school of diabetes education and I want to be promoted to college. I know I'm not that smart when it comes to all of this, so please, hand me my diploma of "Persistent Patient" and tell me something I don't know.

I almost thought I scored gold when the University decided to start a new Human Physiology class on diabetes for spring term. Exciting, no? But upon reviewing the syllabus, I discovered this class is another repeat of Diabetes 101. What diabetes is, different ways to treat it, a couple of classes on alcohol and traveling (which might be interesting) and, of course, the importance of testing. Oy vey.

I'm tempted to take the class for the easy A and to get college credit for being sick (which in theory sounds kinda cool). But if I have to spend 10 weeks listening to "Now, remember, test often and review your records to see if any changes need to be made" or "There are many variables that influence diabetes management," I think I might stab myself repeatedly with a lancet.

Honestly, if I hear "basal insulin is better than peaking insulin" one more time, I might just throw my pump in the river as a protest!

There has to be more to this than touting basal insulin and frequent testing. What on earth do diabetes educators talk about at their little meetings? I'm mean, seriously.

Is that it?

Am I not looking in the right places?

Am I being too dramatic or am I really destined to a life of Basal-and-Testing-Cheerleaders-on-Parade?

If this is it, count me out. I'm going to go for a bike ride, feed my chemical dependency on caffeine, and maybe catch up on the latest Cosmopolitan. Call my cell if there's anything new.

Wednesday, March 01, 2006

Housewarming


Welcome!

As you can see, I've moved. Nice, new digs. Have a look around. I think it looks pretty snazzy. If you're totally lost and have absolutely no idea who I am or why you should care about my life, please visit Lemonade Life or Justabitoff (over there--->).
That will get you up to speed on what you missed last season.

The header (up there ^ ) is a collage of pictures from my scrapbook.

Starting from the top, left hand corner:
1. Ashleigh, a friend from Georgia, and I and Tallulah Falls in Georgia, in March 2005.
2. Me, my mom, and my brother, Eric.
3. Julia, a friend from high school, and I at the Candy House Party in December 2005.
4. Deirde, a friend from Philadelphia, and I at the 4th of July Parade in Philly in 2004.
5. My nightstand, with the essentials: diabetes supplies, cross, NIV Bible and Searching For God Knows What by Don Miller (great book!)
6. My shotglass collection. I have 43 (I think...). From all over the world. I think you can make out the handle of the mini-beer mug from Germany, then South Carolina (the white one), Montana, New Orleans, Peru, North Carolina and Georgia... The super tall one in the back is from Mexico. I think that's really all you can see. But I only bought half of them. Most of my shotglasses are souvenirs that other people have bought me. If you're going some place, let me know and I will see if I have a shotglass from there.
7. The view from my window.
8. A small portion of my bookshelf. I think I've read half the books in this picture... I'm working on it.
9. The family cat, Emma.
10. Julia and I at the Santa Monica Promenade (L.A.) in September 2005.

I will most likely be rotating pictures as I get more. I really wanted to include some pictures from my trip to France, and maybe some pictures from Children's Congress 2001. Yeah, I get around. But I don't have any on this computer, so that shall have to wait.

Second Item of Business
Registration for classes! Yay!!!

Not.

Ugh. I always think I have finally outsmarted DuckWeb and figured out my classes three weeks ahead of time so I can just breeze through registration without any problems.

Hahaha...

Well, half an hour before registration comes and I discover that one of my journalism classes isn't even on the list anymore! Not that it's just closed, it's just not even there! Wha?? Anyway, I almost had to completely rework my schedule because the next journalism class I need threatened to throw everything off. Blast. But I managed to come out relatively on top.

And the winners are: Public Relations Planning and Problems, International Communications, Intro to the Non-Profit Sector (I'm taking all my classes for the Non-Profit Admin minor out of order. I've already taken 2 other Non-Profit classes before this) and Religous Life in the U.S. That last one will satisfy my Religious Studies minor and then I will be DONE! With at least something! Hurrah!

Third Item on the List

I enjoy writing long posts.

Quatro
I'm NOT going home for spring break. I'm going to...

CALIFORNIA!!!!
California, Oh California,
Here we come....
(those of you in the know will recognize that as "California" by Phantom Planet, better known as the O.C. theme song)
More specifically, the Bay Area of California. From approximately March 25-April 1. Or thereabouts. If you live in the Bay Area or happen to be there during the aforementioned dates, please inquire at the front desk about possible a lunch, dinner, or coffee with the author. Thank you.
Are we bored yet? Good, me too.
I'm out.