Posted on 2 October 2015 | 4 comments
A couple weeks ago some coworkers and I were discussing poppy seeds and drug tests. If you eat food with poppy seeds will you really test positive for opiates? I was skeptical, despite being told of a Myth Busters episode that confirmed it. As it turns out, however, at-home drug test kits can be purchased on Amazon for a reasonable price. And thus an experiment was born.
Tools for test:
1. A box of drug test kits. I only needed ones that tested for opiates, but I couldn’t find single drug ones for that, so I got multi-drug ones. Actually turned out to be interesting as a control variation to see just the one change.
2. A poppy seed muffin. The store only had lemon poppy seed, so I snagged one of those. It was an average-sized muffin. Not a mini muffin, nor one of the huge Costco muffins. Just… a muffin.
1. Before eating muffin, create the control. Collect urine. Say, “Ew, this is so gross.” Dip drug test strips in urine according to package directions. Start phone timer app and settle to wait the appointed 5 minutes. Make mental note that it doesn’t take anywhere near that long.
2. Eat muffin. It was yummy. Didn’t look like it had a lot of poppy seeds in it, and I was already making plans to try again with two muffins next weekend.
3. Wait a few hours. Go about life. Remember to drink water. Hydration is our friend.
4. Collect urine again after four hours. (The time wasn’t important to me. That was just the convenient next time.) Say, “Ew, this is still so gross.” Dip drug test strips in urine according to package directions. Start phone timer app even though it’s clearly unnecessary.
5. Stare agog at the glaringly obvious positive.
Conclusion: If you eat food with poppy seeds will you really test positive for opiates? Yes. Yes, you will. Might want to avoid them if you’ve got a pre-employment drug screening coming up, or something like that.
Next question: How long will it last?
Tested again Sunday night (after eating muffin Saturday for lunch): still positive.
Tested again Monday night: back to negative.
So it only lasts a couple days days. Not long, really.
I repeated the experiment a few days later with an “everything” bagel (nuked with cream cheese; it was delicious) because the conversation at work led to question as to whether a poppy seed muffin just had a lot more poppy seeds in it than an “everything” bagel does, and thus an “everything” bagel would still be fine to eat. (I mean, it’s always fine to eat. Just no promises on passing a drug screen.) I don’t know the answer to what has more poppy seeds, but I can now tell you that you will indeed test positive for opiates if you eat an “everything” bagel. Got the exact same results as the muffin.
Science is fun. And sometimes tasty.
Posted on 15 September 2014 | 2 comments
“Come back in an hour,” said the dude at the Genius Bar as he took my phone away.
I nodded, “One hour,” and started to walk away. In a panic, I suddenly realized, without my phone, HOW WAS I TO KNOW WHEN THE HOUR WAS UP?! Also, since I didn’t realize it would take so long, I didn’t come with a book. Confused and distraught I went outside and sat on a bench, uncertain how to cope in this world with nothing to do and no way to know when the nothing was over.
I looked through my work bag, but I’d cleaned the thing out recently, and all I could find to entertain me was a receipt. I read that receipt very, very carefully. But let’s not kid ourselves, that couldn’t eat up more than 2 minutes, no matter how much I tried to stretch it. And since I had no way to know the time, I don’t even know if it took that much.
I stuffed the receipt in my bag and looked around, uncertain how to function without a book or something to tell time. I was so lost, so perplexed, it took me a good 10 minutes (again, totally guessing on the time since there was no way to know!) to realize there was a Barnes & Noble directly in front of me, maybe 30 feet away.
Salvation! I purchased a book and an apple tart and found happiness again. And I got back to the Apple Store in an hour when I (*gasp of horror*) spoke to a fellow human being and asked if they could tell me the time.
Assuming I survive the first wave of the end of the world, however it comes, I’m likely to do poorly in what remains of our planet.
Posted on 20 May 2014 | 2 comments
I keep thinking about this blog, thinking I should actually, you know, post something with some regularity, but it’s hard to update when what mostly rattles around my brain is: still unemployed. I save my whining and anxieties about that for other venues.
I recently ran into a position at this company, which has an awesome website… from, I’m guessing, 1996: http://www.strategic-systems-technology.com/
That is the worst company website I’ve seen in at least a decade. For a few minutes, I wondered if it was an identity theft site, but finally decided it was likely legit. Probably. I considered offering to update their website for free if they hired me, but then I looked at their application process and bailed on even applying. You must completely rewrite your resume to their very specific requirements, and then fill out the detailed application. Forget it. Their crappy website tells me this company is not worth the 3+ hours it would take to complete the application process. (And then you have to MAIL them a signed page from the application! I kid you not!) It would be worth it if the job I was looking at sounded awesome, but this would be for perfectly mediocre job. And I still haven’t completely eliminated the scam/identity theft explanation of that website and application process.
In the midst of applying for jobs, I also explore DC once in a while. I went to the Franciscan Monastery yesterday to wander around the gardens. It was less peaceful than hoped for because it turned out it was a major gardening day, so it was very noisy with big, loud gardening machinery. But I still enjoyed it. Very pretty. I was too late for most spring flowers and too early for most summer flowers, but it was lusciously green and beautifully landscaped.
Posted on 20 April 2014 | 0 comments
This weekend was Awesome Con! I don’t know if “awesome” is the word I’d choose to describe it, but it was an experience, and it was educational via experience.
I headed out late Friday afternoon to pick up my badge, assuming – correctly, as it turned out – that Friday would involve fewer people and make the whole thing easier. Also, I’ve never actually been to the Washington Convention Center, so I wanted to scope out the place when I wasn’t in a hurry to be anywhere. There wasn’t much going on Friday evening, so I accomplished what I wanted (badge, seeing what is where) and went to the only thing that was remotely interesting, a panel on how to fit writing time into your life.
Saturday morning I had my first panel (ever!) where I was a panelist. (It was about working with a small press.) I arose early to prepare for the day and checked my email to find a message from the coordinator that one of the panelists had a family emergency. There were only three of us to begin with, so that brought us down to two. I was aware of the author I was on the panel with because her Kickstarter is going on right now (take a look!) and I’ve seen emails from her (I am the minion for the small press that is publishing her book), but she’s a new author and I’m relatively new to small publishers (I know nothing about the third person who couldn’t make it, but had hope she had some good wisdom to share), so I was worried the two of us just weren’t going to cut it. In a panic I sent an email to three other writers who I knew were there to ask if they could panel crash. Mercifully, one could. Janine Spendlove came and rocked it. (I moderated, which I actually kind of liked.) I thought the panel was interesting (at least, I learned stuff), so I’m calling it a success.
After that, I had no more responsibilities for Saturday, so I could just be a con-goer. Unfortunately, HORDES OF HUMANITY. The place was packed. Still, I did enjoy myself. As I left my panel, I saw the line for Jewel Staite wasn’t too horrible (possibly because half the con-goers were still in line waiting to just get in the building), and I knew I’d only have to stand in line for 15 minutes or so, so I got in line. I’ve long liked her work, and she was positively adorable in person. Also, all of the questions that fellow con-goers asked her were good! There was nothing weird, no 3-minute-long gushes about her awesomeness, nothing uncomfortable. So that was great!
She ended up being the only media guest I saw. Billie Piper would have been cool, but the massive hordes to see her were crazy, so I just stayed far away. (I don’t want to see anyone bad enough to stand in line for four hours.) I also wanted to see Erin Gray, but her Q&A was late in the day, and I ended up leaving because I reached human saturation and had to flee or my brain was going to explode. I do kind of regret not sticking it out (though who knows what the state of the line to see her what like). On the other hand, by leaving when I did, I maintained my sanity.
I wandered around the exhibit hall, with all the nerdy stuff for sale and all the artists (also autographs and photos, but I had no interest in those). It was PACKED. Seriously, often the crush of the crowd came to a standstill and then inched forward oh so slowly. It was incredibly stressful. Also, I was really hungry, which was not helping my ability to cope, but the lines for food were ridiculously long, and there’s no way I’m standing in line for hour for expensive, poor quality food. (I actually don’t know if it was poor quality, but it’s a convention center feeding thousands of people, so it’s probably not that great. That’s just the way things work.) After weaving my way up and down the aisles for while, fighting my way through the HORDES OF HUMANITY, and covetously eyeing these adorable TARDIS earrings for a bit before deciding against buying them (I used to have pierced ears, but they’ve long since closed; I keep thinking I should get them pierced again because earrings are pretty much the only jewelry that doesn’t drive me insane, but I haven’t done it yet, and buying earrings when I don’t actually have pierced ears is just ridiculous), I fled the exhibit hall as my brain began to scream. I kind of wanted to check out the costume contest, but once I saw the line to get into that I knew it wasn’t going to happen, so I was done. It wasn’t very late, but nope, I was finished for the day. I had to get out. Flee. Escape.
I took two buses to get home (there’s a metro stop near the convention center, but the trains suck on the weekend, and I don’t live close to a metro stop anyway, so buses are often easier for me), and while I was waiting for the second one, I was in front of a sandwich shop. I hadn’t eaten there before, but I’d heard good things about it. My stomach rumbled and I knew I had about 15 minutes to wait before the bus came. I eyed the shop and debated the pros and cons. (Pro: I’m hungry, I’ve heard good things about the place, it smells good. Con: I’m unemployed and can’t really afford things like that right now, and I have food at home, which I will be at shortly.) Just as I decided against going in, a homeless guy nearby asked if I could afford to buy him a sandwich. “Sure!” I said, and he and I went inside. I told him to get whatever he wanted, and since I was in there, I got me a sandwich too. (Turkey with avocado and bacon. Delicious!) He went down the street to eat, and I returned to the bus stop.
I arrived at home and recovered from the HORDES OF HUMANITY.
Sunday morning – Easter! – started with church. My ward (congregation) meets at 12:30, so originally I was just going to miss it because I had two panels to be on Sunday afternoon. I didn’t even realize Awesome Con was on Easter weekend until three weeks ago or so, and I was a bit sad about it. Then a couple weeks ago we were informed that Elder L. Tom Perry** was going to be visiting our ward and I died a bit inside. However, they also informed us that we would be combining with the other ward in our building and meeting at 9:00. After a quick look at my schedule to verify my panel times, I did a little internal jig because I could make it!
(**For the non-Mormon readers, the highest Church leadership in the LDS faith is the First Presidency (three men) and the Quorum of the Twelve Apostles (twelve men, as the name suggests). They lead the Church for the whole world. Elder Perry is one of the Twelve. For him to visit my ward is a once-in-a-lifetime experience.)
So Sunday morning I went to church (I got there ridiculously early, and it’s good I did), and it was a lovely Easter service. The choir sang a beautiful, lively version of “He is Risen.” Elder Perry gave a lovely sermon on Christ and the Resurrection. It was a great way to start Easter Sunday.
But then I left church, went home to change clothes, and hopped on a bus to return to the con. A very dapper gentleman got on the bus just before I reached my destination and cheerfully wished me a happy Easter. I smiled and returned the greeting. He asked if was going to church and I told him I’d already been. He seemed pretty happy with that answer and commented on what a beautiful Easter day it was. (And it really was a lovely spring day.)
At the con, there were far fewer people on Sunday than on Saturday. I was relieved. I was a bit early for my panel, so I looked over the schedule, saw that “History of Gaming” was about to start, and thought, “I have no interest in the subject and know nothing about it, so I’m almost guaranteed to learn something. I’m in!” Two gamer dudes had a PowerPoint presentation all about the history of gaming consoles. I still have no interest in the subject, but now I know something about it, and it was actually an interesting panel.
Next up was the panel on Preparing a Manuscript for Submission (I was a panelist on this one). This was the panel I was most comfortable with because I actually know quite a bit about this subject. There was only one other person on the panel with me (again, more is better, IMO), but since I was more comfortable with the topic, I wasn’t quite as worried about it. My co-panelist was Mindy Klasky, who has written a whole bunch of books. Also, as it turns out, she’s really cool and smart. We stepped outside for a minute to make a game plan (we hadn’t met until that moment) and then got underway. We covered self-editing and beta readers, preparing a cover letter/query and novel summary, standard submission formats, and submission guidelines. Mindy knows a lot about preparing a summary of your novel (apparently she teaches classes on the subject), so she covered that, and I found it very informative (I wished I could have taken notes). I know a lot about standard formats and guidelines, so I covered that. The panel was fairly full (it had more than my other panels), and it seemed to go really well. The audience had good questions and seemed to enjoy it. It was a nice concrete subject, and I know I like that sort of thing when it comes to writing advice, so I assume many others do too. Many folks eagerly came up afterwards with more questions, and I got to feel like I had a clue because it was stuff I actually knew. This was my favorite panel of the three I was on, and this is one I think I would recommend be done at other cons.
I had an hour break before my final panel, and there was nothing else to do, so I returned to the exhibit hall. There were a lot fewer people than on Saturday, so, though there was still a fairly high population wandering through the space, it was navigable and pleasant. You could actually stop and look at the nerdy stuff for sale.
After I had my fill, I found a place to sit down (a miracle!) and read for a bit until it was time for the final panel, Crowdfunding Your Book. This is another topic where I know more than the average person, but I’m still learning. But the guy in charge of the Kickstarters for Silence in the Library Publishing was on the panel, and he knows A LOT about the subject. Something like 2/3 of book Kickstarters don’t fund, but all of the ones he’s run for SitL have funded and gone beyond. He is wise. The man can rock a Kickstarter. So it was kind of pointless for me to be on the panel. Really, it should be a moderator to help move things along and him, and that’s it. And the moderator is probably superfluous, but hey, I say stick a second person up there anyway. Still, despite the pointlessness of my presence, it seemed to be a successful panel. (And my co-panelists are friends, so that’s always nice.) The folks who came seemed engaged in the subject and asked good questions, and I saw quite a few folks taking notes.
So… my first con as a panelist is now complete. I was really nervous, but I’d say it was a good experience overall. I felt a fair amount of awkwardness and out-of-place-ness, but really, when isn’t there? I really wouldn’t mind doing the panel on preparing a manuscript for submission again, though.
I didn’t do as much at this con as other cons, and that was kind of a bummer. I’m just not into standing in lines for an hour (or five), and there weren’t many other options.
Awesome Con has a lot of potential, but these are some things I hope improve in the coming years:
1) Four is the ideal number of panelists, in my opinion. You get a nice mix of experience and knowledge with that number. Most seemed to only have two or three. Now, the one I was on with just two of us actually was my favorite one, but I consider that an outlier.
2) Places to sit. This isn’t Awesome Con’s issue as much as it is the Convention Center’s issue, but man, there is no place to sit unless you’re in a room for a panel or a Q&A with the guests, and it kind of sucks.
3 and most important) I wish there were more panels. I know it’s a media con, so they’re focused on the big stars, and that’s cool (I like them too), but when there are hordes of people and you’re just not going to get into the room to see the big stars, it’s nice to have interesting panels to choose from. Also, more options better distribute the hordes.
(Based on comments on Facebook, the line for tickets on Saturday and the lines for photo ops were completely out of control. It was a huge mess. Neither of those affected me, but I note it just to say I am aware that there are other growing pains that may be of greater importance to the folks in charge because they are getting slammed for it right now… but panels matter too :-).)
This experience made it clear that I definitely prefer smaller cons: there just aren’t the crowds and there is more variety. However, if Awesome Con can improve the panels (mostly just in quantity), that will help a lot. (I was impressed with the media guests they had, so that part of it seems to be something they are doing well.) It was impossible for me not to compare Awesome Con to the Salt Lake Comic Con that was going on the same weekend. (I know it seems like a random comparison, but since I’m originally from Utah I have many friends in Utah, and so posts about it were popping up on Facebook.) I looked at the schedule for the SLCC, and I was envious of all the cool panels they had! I don’t know how fair the comparison is. They’re both in their 2nd year, they’re both media cons, and they both involve hordes of humanity, but SLCC has the “Comic Con” name and, presumably, organizers/experience. Awesome Con is an independent con (I think). But nonetheless, SLCC’s panels looked great and I wished Awesome Con was more awesome. The potential is there!
Posted on 5 April 2014 | 1 comment
Every story in the Athena’s Daughters anthology has accompanying artwork. And mine is now available!
It is perfect! I love it. If you missed the Kickstarter, you can pre-order the book from the publisher here:
And while I have you here, there is another anthology I want to bring to your attention. I have no story in this one, but it’s a from the same publisher as Athena’s Daughters, and I know some of the authors.
Because of Kickstarter rules about not allowing charities, this anthology is being funded through Indigogo. All of the proceeds will go to CJ Henderson, who is currently battling cancer and thus has huge medical bills. So a whole bunch of authors teamed up and donated stories to go into this anthology. The book has funded, so it’s now all about reaching the stretch goals to get more books and more stories. You get a lot of stories for only $10, and the money goes to a help out someone. So give it a look: https://www.indiegogo.com/projects/monkeying-around-for-a-good-cause
Posted on 17 March 2014 | 1 comment
On this snowy St. Patrick’s Day, I decided to see if I could find out anything about some of my Irish ancestors. On my mom’s side, I descend from William Durkee (also spelled Durgy). He was born in County Meath, Ireland, about 1632 (I know nothing about his parents, not even their names) and may have been the first Irishman to settle in the Massachusetts Bay Colony. He had been an Irish soldier captured on the battlefield by Oliver Cromwell’s forces, and then transported to Barbados as a slave to work on the sugar plantation. He was freed under proclamation of Charles II. He arrived in Ipswich, Massachusetts, on 9 November 1663 as the indentured servant of Thomas Bishop.
William’s wife was Martha Cross. She was born in Massachusetts of English parents. She was probably employed in the household of Thomas Bishop, where she and William met. Martha and William conceived a child out of wedlock. (“March 1664: Martha Dirky, for fornication, was ordered to be whipped unless she bring a note from the treasurer, of three pounds paid to him.” “October 1664: William Dirkey, presented for fornication, was ordered to be whipped not exceeding twenty stripes, and to put in security [of something] to save the town of Ipswich harmless from the charges of keeping the child, or else go to prison. Thomas Biship, surety.”) Martha felt that she was cast out of her father’s favor so she moved in with her sister Elizabeth. Elizabeth went to her parents and found them “in a sad and sorrowful condition, very much harried in spirit, not knowing which way to turn or what to say.” They were advised that a marriage was thought to be the best solution. Robert Cross, Martha’s father, would not let the situation end and he sued William Durkee for abusing his daughter. William then sued Robert Cross for withdrawing his consent to the marriage after giving his permission. (“September 1664: Robert Cross Verses William Dirkey. For abusing his daughter. Verdict for plaintiff: ‘William Nelson deposed that William Dorkei said, at deponent’s house, after Goodman Stories had been at his father’s that he wished he had never spoken as he had, owning the child to be his, but he had eighteen meals a week and would spare six of them to keep the child.’”)
William and Martha married in Ipswich, Massachusetts, on 20 December 1664. Two weeks later, their first child, John, was born. They went on to have approximately ten children, who were raised Protestant. (I descend from his daughter, Mercy.)
Since William would not renounce his Catholicism, he could not own land, and his family lived in poverty. He was also a target for the Puritans. “They fined him for not attending church, the fine being paid by Bishop. He was sentenced to receive 25 lashes or pay a fine of five pounds for running away. Bishop pays again.”
William died in Ipswich, Massachusetts, (or possibly Windham, Connecticut) on 29 January 1704.
[sources: http://www.geni.com/people/William-Durkee/6000000003975055861 and http://www.brpedersen.com/genealogy/getperson.php?personID=I28736&tree=Ancestors and http://nefamilies.com/fam/history.aspx?x=6]
On my father’s side, I am descended from Honora O’Flynn. She was born around 1681 in County Kerry, Ireland, and died on 3 March 1741 in either Baltimore County or Carroll County, Maryland. Her story is quite the tale. Honora is said to be “beautiful, the flaming red head, vivacious and pious Irish Catholic girl kidnapped from the southern coast of Ireland.” William Logsdon was working on his farm in 1702 when he saw a British ship anchored in the Patapsco River and decided to inspect its cargo. Part of the cargo was Honora O’Flynn who had been kidnapped by the British from the coast of Ireland and brought to Maryland by a sea captain for barter. It is reported that William gave the sea captain a hogshead (barrel) of tobacco for Honora’s passage.
Another record says much the same thing. William Logston came to America at 1673 and entered indentured servantry at the age of 10 or 20 (records are contradictory), working on the tobacco plantations along the Patapsco river. He eventually had is own farm, purchased at the end of his time of indentured servantry, where he raised livestock and made tobacco his chief crop. At the age of 39 (or whatever age he was depending on which records are correct), and undoubtedly lonely and feeling time passing by, he noted a ship in in the river, bearing a cargo of women. The women were a mix of voluntary and involuntary women brought from Ireland and England to be sold as wives to colonists. Asking permission to board, he selected Honora O’Flynn, who had been kidnapped in Kerry County, Ireland.
In the Hall of Records, Annapolis, MD, Vol. 15, several documents state that Honora was kidnapped from Ireland by pirates and brought to Maryland where she was sold as an indentured servant.
But whatever odd and likely very sad circumstances brought her to Maryland, William Logsdon and Honora O’Flynn married in 1702. They had seven children. It is through her that some of her descendant lines are Catholic.
[source: http://wc.rootsweb.ancestry.com/cgi-bin/igm.cgi?op=GET&db=flager&id=I50342 and http://www.geni.com/people/William-Logsdon/6000000003531309537 and http://www.geni.com/people/Honora-Logsdon/6000000000203540925]
So, there we are – some of my Irish ancestry. It’s more interesting than I realized when I opened up familysearch.org and Google this morning and started to write this post!
By the way, as I was doing research for this post, I came across a whole gaggle of ancestors (all on my dad’s side) who lived in Maryland. Tons of ‘em, over a couple hundred years. I see their birth and/or death locations listed as Baltimore, Anne Arundel, Frederick, Prince Georges… all places that I now recognize. The majority originate from England, so they don’t meet my St. Patrick’s Day needs. However, I didn’t actually realize that I had so many ancestors from here, the region I now inhabit. I thought it was pretty much Europe to New England and then some moved West. That’s it. But no, there were quite a few who made Maryland home. Perhaps I step where they once walked in life. I suddenly feel like I have more of a connection to this place. Very weird.
Posted on 17 February 2014 | 1 comment
So, yeah… still alive. Who knew that being unemployed would be so emotionally draining that writing, including updating my blog, would be more than I could deal with? But I really need to post this post, and I find myself with some motivation today. (I actually even got some creative writing done.)
On January 2nd I became an aunt. I have a niece! She is a cute little critter named Aria. I flew out to Utah on the day of her birth in order to meet her when she was fresh from the womb, all new and whatnot. It was awesome! I flew back home to DC a week later, so sad to say goodbye. I wish I could be closer to her to hold her and squish her and spike her hair. I’ve never really been into kids – at all – but there is something about this sweet little critter that is completely different in how I feel about her.
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