Plants need water

I’m considering myself a brand-new gardener, having never gardened successfully in the past. I have only gardened in the same way that Fannie Mae, Freddie Mac, and American car companies have been successful business–via the bail-out.

It’s only my mom’s patient bail-out that kept our family from starving (okay, I’m exagerating a little) those years that I tried “taking over the garden.” I didn’t water often enough, didn’t weed often enough, lost interest before harvest came close. I was a horrid gardener. Mostly because I didn’t really tend the garden.

This year, I’ve been a bit better–probably because “gardening” is on my daily to-do list. Even so, I have days (or weekends) where I fail to care properly for my plants–and the plants suffer as a result.

My tomato plants needed water this weekend, water I didn’t give them. So now they look like this.

Tomato Plants

My tomatoes need water every single day.

So do I.

…My soul thirsts for You;

My flesh longs for You
In a dry and thirsty land
Where there is no water.

Psalm 63:1b


Evading Hypocrisy

In a last ditch effort to avoid hypocrisy after proclaiming (to my online class) that nutrition professionals should get familiar with current media and social-networking type sites, I have joined Twitter.

Yes. It’s ridiculous. I know.

Ultimately, it’s an ethical dilemma. Do I do as I say and get familiar with all the crazy technology and (ahem) time wasters of the present day? Or do I maintain my heretofore expressed disgust for said time-wasters?

While decrying the foolishness of this generation whiling away their lifetimes on the web, I find myself sucked deeper and deeper into its morass. I excuse the blog and website because 1) it allows me to develop my (marketable) skills as a web developer, 2) it allows me to hone my writing skills, and 3) it allows me to connect with (actual) people. I excuse Facebook because 1) it helps me keep track of people when they’re moving all around the globe and switching phones and addresses all the time, 2) it allows easy access to my fellow interns for class-related stuff, and 3) it helps me to stay up-to-date on what’s happening in the “CLAN” (my extended family). I excuse my blog reading because 1) it helps me connect with people I actually know, 2) it informs and entertains me, and 3) at least I’m reading ;-). I excuse occasional forays to YouTube in the name of staying culturally literate. And now I’m calling Twitter professional development?

I mean, seriously.

Next thing you know, I’ll be excusing online gambling or Match.com.

If you’re on Twitter too, add me to your (just a sec while I look up the lingo) follow me–my name(?) is “bekahcubed”. And don’t forget to leave me a comment with your name(?) so I can follow you.


Passable

I’ve been teaching myself to play the piano–making faltering steps then giving up, just to take the task up again later. The progress has been slow–after more than two years of off and on practicing, I’m still only in book 2 of Faber & Faber’s curriculum. In addition to my sporadic practice schedule, a primary contributing factor in my slow progress may be my difficulty in “passing” myself on to the next song.

Both of my sisters have mentioned it to me before: “That’s one of the advantages of having a teacher–they can tell you when to go on to the next song.” As it is, I have a tremendously hard time deciding when I can progress.

At first, I insisted on perfection. My notes must all be correct, my timing impeccable, and the dynamics appropriate. Which meant that I spent forever practicing the same several songs. The thing was, I got bored with the first few songs–so I kept adding more and more–but without giving myself permission to stop practicing the first few songs. So practice sessions grew until I was playing half the book every time I sat down at the piano.

Then, slowly, my sisters’ wisdom began to sink in. I didn’t have to be perfect. It was a waste of time and energy to continue to practice “Tinkling Windchimes” (made up name, not an actual song) in order to achieve perfection. I had already learned all that was necessary from practicing that song–I’d mastered the song–I just hadn’t performed it perfectly.

Today, I sat down at the piano and realized it had been almost a month since I’d “passed” a song. “I’m going to pass one tonight,” I spoke out loud, half to myself, half to my sister. “It’s been too long.” And I proceeded to play the song terribly. Never mind that I’d been playing it pretty well for nearly three months on a decently regular basis (3-5x/week). I played it just awfully. My timing was off, I was missing notes. It was horrid.

I observed that the harder I try, the worse I do–the more I strive after “perfection” the more I realize how far from perfect I am. But I refused to give up. I was going to pass a song tonight, I had decided. So, after a couple of false starts (caused by my trying to play and talk at the same time), I played the song through again. And this time, I only faltered once. “That’s pass-able” I told myself.

And that’s when it struck me. Passable. It’s a word I’ve always despised, equating it with mediocrity. Passable: (adj) satisfactory but not outstanding; adequate. And that is what it means. In one sense, that is. But passable also means “that which can be passed, traversed, or crossed.” Passable means I can move on.

Because if I truly want to achieve excellence, if I really want to be outstanding, I’m going to have to move past my mistakes and keep learning. At some point, harping on those mistakes became a hindrance holding me back rather than a tool to spur me forward. It’s that point that I must aim to find–the point at which something is “passable”.

What’s holding you back today? What area are you waiting to get perfect before you move on with your life? I encourage you to take a hard look at that situation. How important is it that that certain thing be perfect before you move on? Is your pursuit of perfection getting in the way of accomplishment?

Just like I had to “pass” myself on some of those simple songs in order to free up some time to work on the more difficult songs, maybe you need to “pass” yourself in that area so that you can move on to something else.

“Not that I have already attained, or am already perfected; but I press on, that I may lay hold of that for which Christ Jesus has also laid holdof me. Brethren, I do not count myself to have apprehended; but one thing I do, forgetting those things which are behind and reaching forward to those things which are ahead, I press toward the goal for the prize of the upward call of God in Christ Jesus.”
Phillipians 3:12-14


An Inconvenient Convenience

I work within five minutes walking distance of both of my banks. So when I needed to transfer some funds this morning, I took off my lab coat and jaunted off for a quick walk. After all, it would take at least 5 minutes to get up to the parking garage and out of it. Then I’d have to tangle about in traffic just to spend another five minutes traversing the parking garage maze again. It’d be much simpler-and better for me–to walk. And so I did.

What I didn’t count on was my bank not opening their lobby until 8:30. So, when I got to the bank at 8:15, I couldn’t go in. I started on my way back, then stopped short, realizing that I wouldn’t have time to get anything done before heading back to the bank again anyway. So I walked up to the drive-through and tried to do it that way.

The teller wasn’t quite sure it was safe for me to walk up to the drive-through. Cars just speed up to those things, you know. She warned me to keep watching over my shoulder–but she did let me complete my transaction.

I got to the other bank around 8:20 to discover the same situation–but this time the drive-through was filled with cars. So I sat outside the doors for ten minutes until the lobby opened up. Then I deposited my money and walked back to work.

I understand the convenience of a drive-through bank window for some people–particularly for mothers of young children for whom unpacking everybody just for a quick deposit might be overkill, and for disabled individuals for whom getting out of a vehicle is a huge rigamarole. But for the rest of us, are drive-through windows REALLY that convenient?

Call me old-fashioned, but I prefer to walk into the bank. Yes, I have to turn off the car, leave the AC, and walk a whole twenty steps or so. But I get my money just as quickly, and I have personal contact with my bankers–such that they know who I am and recognize me when I come back in. On the other hand, driving through the drive-through means wasting gas idling while the person in front of me dinks about, it means messing with a machine that is nothing if not unwieldy, and it means opening my windows and letting the AC escape anyway.

It seems to me that the spurious “convenience” of the drive-through window is very little compared to the significant inconvience of not having the option of visiting the lobby. After all, since motor vehicles are the only entities generally allowed in drive-throughs, having only the drive-through open necessarily excludes at least three classes of people: those who walk, those who bicycle, and those who use public transportation.

What might be a “convenience” to some is just plain exclusive to others. And, an inconvenient truth regarding drive-through bank windows? They promote the waste of fossil fuels and the emission of greenhouse gases by idling vehicles, while penalizing those who choose eco-friendly forms of transportation (namely: walkers, bicyclists, and users of public transportation.)


Just About Everything

There isn’t enough time in a day to do everything. So I settle on doing just about everything. Still, I manage to get quite a bit done.

I got up today at 5:30–and as you can see, I’m just starting to wrap up now at 11:30. But check out what just about everything means today:

  • Get up :-P
  • Fix bed
  • Dress to shoes (Okay, you caught me, I’m going through my “Flylady” morning routine)
  • Fix hair
  • Do makeup
  • Take meds
  • Make and eat breakfast
  • Unload dishwasher
  • Devotions
  • Brush teeth (using left hand to increase the mental workout)
  • “Swish and Swipe” bathroom
  • Return a dozen items to their proper places (clearing the clutter in my bedroom!)
  • Do a ten-minute Spark People kickboxing workout.
  • Run to my parents to retrieve my baby shampoo
  • Take a dozen photos of the bunnies out back.
  • Renew my library books online
  • Assemble tonight’s dinner (a bean and tomato concoction I thought up last night)
  • Get car dropped off at the shop
  • Work a little over 8 hours (2 diet educations, 4 new admits, 1 follow up, 1 set of rounds. Not bad.)
  • Read an article on family mealtimes
  • Pray over a couple dozen issues while taking the stairs at work
  • Read a chapter on Nutrition programs for children
  • Pick car up from shop
  • Go grocery shopping
  • Water indoor plants
  • Start yogurt going
  • Enjoy a leisurely discussion with roommates
  • Work on quilting
  • Practice piano
  • Make tomorrow’s lunch
  • Go to Ice Cream with friends–and have a great chat about…what we don’t talk about (in mixed company)
  • Check Lincoln’s “Dial-a-Registered-Dietitian” voicemailbox
  • Practice recorder
  • Read all the new posts on class discussion board. Respond appropriately.
  • Write reactions to family mealtime article on discussion board
  • Create job description for marketing project
  • Set out clothes for tomorrow
  • Read a chapter of a novel
  • Catch up on a few blogs
  • Post on my own blog

And now I should probably work on the last thing on my list–getting ready for bed.

It’s been a full day today–but Mary’s Fuller! That is, tomorrow is likely to be full too–so I’d best get a bit of sleep before tomorrow begins!


The Next Generation

My family has been going on “romps”–long rambling walks through the pastures of my grandparents’ property–for as long as I can remember.

In the beginning, we romped our way to the old stove, where my mom and aunts used to use cowpies as pretend food to be cooked on the wood-burning stove.

The cousins set off for a romp

Later on, we romped across fields and through pastures in a circuitous route to the “crick” for some “wading”.

The windmill--or at least the bottom of it

And most recently, we’ve romped through the little stream right below Grandma and Grandpa’s house, out through a few pastures and to the windmill and the “cracks.”

This weekend, I saw that my grandparents were a bit weary and the younguns’ far from worn out–and so I began to gather whoever was willing for a romp. One cousin heard that there was a romp in progress and asked my Aunt Martha, who has been the instigator of romps for as long as I can remember, what the plan was.

Anthony in the 'cracks'

She said she didn’t know. That I was planning it. That maybe it was time to pass romps on to the next generation.

Which got me thinking. Aunt Martha was my age when I was born. She probably wasn’t much older than I when she instigated the first romps. And from my earliest memories, she was the fun-planner for the family. She had funny stories to share, she had gifts for everyone, she had some way to make each kid feel oh so special.

The whole crew at the top of a hill

And now I, the next generation, have the opportunity to do the same.

I thought of it as I walked along beside my young cousin, discussing long legs and whether our other little cousin came along just to have some one to talk at. I thought of it as I called some cousins near to show them gooseberries–and to encourage them to give one a try–even if they are rather tart. I thought of it as I held open a half a dozen barbed wire fences so children could slip between the wires. I thought of it as I untied the water bottle from my waist so a straggler could have a drink from the windmill-pumped well water. I thought of it as I assisted cousins across the boggy little stream as we neared home.

On the way home again

I thought, “Wow. I really am the next generation.”

And I thought, “I couldn’t do it better than my aunt Martha–but I’m sure gonna try to do it just as well.”


Exhale

“My son, if you become surety for your friend,
If you have shaken hands in pledge for a stranger,
You are snared by the words of your mouth;
You are taken by the words of your mouth.
So do this, my son, and deliver yourself;
For you have come into the hand of your friend:
Go and humble yourself;
Plead with your friend.
Give no sleep to your eyes,
Nor slumber to your eyelids.
Deliver yourself like a gazelle from the hand of the hunter,
And like a bird from the hand of the fowler.”

Proverbs 6:1-5

Not having heard a “No” from the Lord, I said “Yes” to a friend.

The Lord’s “No” didn’t take long in arriving.

Thankfully, my friend heard the same voice, and did what I would not: Humbled himself, pled with his friend, and delivered us both from our own hands.

Now I, and he, can breathe again. A nice, long exhale.


Ends and Odds

Ends: Things I just finished

  • reading The Willoughbys by Lois Lowry (Review here)
  • reading If I were a man, I’d marry me by P.S. Wall (Review pending)
  • reading Bernard Goldberg Presents a Slobbering Love Affair Starring Barack Obama: The True (and Pathetic) Story of the Torrid Romance between Barack Obama and the Mainstream Media (Review pending)
  • watching Bride Wars
  • listening to “Les Miserables” (the musical) in the car

Odds: Things I’ve just begun (or, at any rate, haven’t finished yet)

  • attending the Farmer’s Market–my first time this year
  • planting my newly purchased tomato plants
  • planting my newly purchased basil plants
  • learning about how to prevent (or delay) Alzheimer’s
  • studying for the RD exam
  • looking up nutrition references at CY Thompson
  • reading A Tale of Two Cities

Evangelism 800: Introducing Cognitive Dissonance

Ask your average churchgoer what their favorite way to evangelize is, and you’re likely to get a variation on a couple of themes. Undoubtedly the most common method is the “St. Francis of Assisi”. You’ve heard it: “Preach the gospel at all times and, when necessary, use words.” Then there’s the “King James”: the word of God speaks best–and speaks best when quoted verbatim. Then, of course, there’s the “Savvy Shopper”: weigh the pros and cons, you can’t beat the price of this one.

One answer you’re not likely to hear is “Cognitive Dissonance.” But, I believe that cognitive dissonance is probably one of the most effective, and most underused tools of evangelism.

Most likely, you are asking (along with my little sister): “What’s that?”

According to Wikipedia, Cognitive dissonance is “an uncomfortable feeling caused by holding two contradictory ideas simultaneously.” In other words, cognitive dissonance is an awareness that the things you believe or do don’t quite match up.

Take, for example, a conversation I had with my advisor this afternoon. I handed her my MOC (memorandum of courses for the uninitiated) and, after looking it over briefly, she asked me “So why aren’t you writing a thesis?” I gave my standard answer–not wanting to specialize, blah, blah, blah. She didn’t really try to convince me, she just kept the conversation going. Then I said something about how both Anna and I had taken Microbiology instead of Food Safety. “Now why’d you do that again?” Dr. Jones asked. “I wanted to keep my options open,” I told her. “I took Biochem 431 instead of 321 for the same reason.”

That’s when she said the words that have been rolling around in my head ever since: “That doesn’t sound like someone who doesn’t want to write a thesis.” I brushed it off quickly, too quickly, with: “Maybe I used up my overachieving in undergrad.” But it doesn’t brush off quite that easily.

Dr. Jones could have tried to convince me to write a thesis. She could have given me the pros and cons of the thesis option and tried to sway me that way. She could have told me I had no option–if I wanted to be her student, I would write a thesis. But she didn’t try to sell the thesis. She didn’t lay down the truth for me to take it or leave it. She just introduced a little cognitive dissonance.

And the thoughts run through my head. “She’s right–I’ve never been someone to take the easy route out.” “Yeah, I probably could do this–I made it through micro and biochem just fine.” “Options open. Options open. I wanted to keep my options open–but now I’m cutting off my option of a doctorate. Just like that.”

She plays a few more fancy evangelistic tricks on me too. “Just out of curiosity,” she asks, “what would you do your thesis on if you were to do a thesis?” The answer jumps out of my lips without warning, “Probably on the meal planning or grocery shopping habits of mothers of young children.” Where’d that come from? And the thoughts continue running through my head. “That was a pretty quick answer. Amazing from someone who’s never even let a thesis be an option.” “You’re sure you don’t want to write a thesis, don’t want to ‘specialize’?”

By now, my mind is going crazy in confusion. Maybe I wasn’t so sure that I didn’t want to write a thesis in the first place. Maybe I’ve been just deceiving myself to think that doing the non-thesis option was in my best interest. After all, I’m not the kind of person who takes the easy way out. I’m not the kind of person who closes off my options. And I can pull a topic off the top of my head that I’d love to explore in thesis-depth.

Do you see what I’m saying? It’s not just about FACTS, it’s not just about CONVINCING. It’s about causing someone to second guess their own beliefs–to realize that what they’re thinking or the way they’re acting is really not consistent with their beliefs.

Surely you can see the applications to evangelism.

I once heard someone speak on an evangelistic strategy they attributed to Francis Schaeffer. According to my memory of this presentation, Schaeffer believed that every worldview (except the correct one), has internal inconsistency–and that the only reason why people persist in holding their particular worldview (that is not correct) is because they are UNAWARE of the inconsistency of their stated worldview. For example, take the individual who claims to believe that there is no God. He does not believe that man is created in the image of God. He believes that humans are just another animal. He has no qualms about eating meat–but cannibalism is repulsive to him. “That’s just wrong,” he says.

Yet, if indeed, humans are not made in the image of God–if they are just another animal–why should eating another animal be repulsive?

Our theoretical atheist takes another tack. “But humans are the most highly developed animal–we have reached intellectual heights not obtained by other animals. This makes us special.

Which makes us wonder if perhaps cannibalism would be okay, as long as we only ate the profoundly mentally retarded. Of course, our theoretical atheist still finds this to be repulsive and “wrong”.

Anyway, enough of my tangent. According to the speaker, Francis Schaeffer suggests that we use this cognitive dissonance to our advantage in evangelism. Push people to take their beliefs to their logical conclusion. This will create the cognitive dissonance that forces them to come to grips with what ideas can be carried out to their logical conclusion and still be consistent with both external and internal reality. Of course, only truth remains consistent with external and internal reality when carried out to its logical conclusion. Everything else falls apart somewhere along the line.

Introducing cognitive dissonance. It’s a novel idea. One I’m pretty sold on, considering its effectiveness this afternoon.