bookmark_borderEating When You Can’t Eat FODMAPs

I used to be able to eat whatever I wanted, for better or worse. Then over time I started feeling more and more ill until I hit breaking point and had to figure out what was going on. It took a year of elimination dieting to figure out that FODMAPs were the culprit. It’s a collection of food chemicals that are found in various things, and to the layperson there is very little rhyme or reason to what is fine and what isn’t. Thank god for Monash University’s FODMAP app, which became my bible. Some people are only sensitive to some FODMAPs but I’m sensitive to all of them except one. It is very weird that this only came on in my mid-30s, but bizarrely enough the same thing has happened to other members of my family.

It’s easy for someone to take a look at the food list and go “well you can’t eat anything, how can you actually survive”? I love to cook and cook every day. Over the last few years I’ve found plenty of ways to adapt things, and there are plenty of meals that work just fine without onion, garlic, and the other things I must avoid. For instance, I make chicken risotto all the time. I use chicken broth and no wine, and that’s 100% FODMAP free. Parmesan is very low in lactose, so is totally tolerable. Delicious. There are also numerous stir fry recipes that are fine, as long as you leave out veggies that cause issues. I eat meat and fish, so marinades are great for grilled foods. There are quite a lot of things I can still do.

The real problem though is when I’m going out to eat, or going over someone else’s house. It really makes socialising difficult and traveling especially. I have to work with what I’m given, though, and if friends are especially patient they might like the challenge of dealing with my requirements. Others decide it’s all too hard and I can sense that and I just bring my own food. I can’t decide if that bothers me or not, but it puts me in an awkward position where they’ve already invited me over and now I’m making them do extra work. Oh well, it happens.

I guess the takeaway here (lol food pun) is that there are ways around these sorts of things if you get creative. If anyone is dealing FODMAP difficulties or wants some ideas for recipes, I suggest Monash University’s Low FODMAP Cookbook, which can be found at your retailer of choice. I’m still learning and coming up with ways to expand what I can do, but over time it does get more manageable. Just be REALLY careful when you look online for low FODMAP recipes because I swear 90% of them aren’t low FODMAP at all and either the person has a fundamental misunderstanding of what they’re doing, or they’re purposefully adding the term for clicks and have no interest in it whatsoever. I’ve come across so many recipes that could do some real damage.

bookmark_borderLiving History via Antiques Roadshow

I was halfway to a Masters degree in History when I had to bail for financial reasons, but it never stopped me from continuing to study. When I mention this to people, I sometimes get a strong reaction. So many people say they hated studying history because they had some very unsuccessful, draconian high school teacher who made them memorise dates and didn’t make the subject engaging at all. Here is where Antiques Roadshow comes in. I can’t think of a show that interweaves lived experience with history any more than this show that is stereotypically watched by grandmas with a blanket on their lap.

There are things in common with the folks who are on this show. A great many of them have suffered a loss, and are on the show to see what the story is behind a family heirloom. I’ve never inherited anything notable other than a drawer full of my grandpa’s old sketches and art supplies, but I don’t think I’d have the strength to go on national television to talk about it. These are human stories and while the history of inherited objects are discussed, it is interwoven with the emotion involved in receiving the item and the fond attachment people have towards a watch, or a statue, or a painting that has been on the wall for 30 years. Then there are the people who have rock memorabilia, or a dress from the 60s, and they’re showing a passion for history and making it quite clear why these things actually matter.

One can look at this show and go “well that’s materialism”, but what about the other folks who bring in artifacts? There are some problematic ones, especially the white folks who show up with ceremonial swords from the South Pacific and such, but they are objects of significance and societal value. The ancient things someone dug up in their garden show us how we used to live, and all of this is explained in great detail by someone who has more experience than I ever will. There is a passion here, both from the folks who bring in their items, and the people telling them the story.

History is a story, it is made up of people experiencing excitement and great loss. Those unfortunate former students who slogged through some ineffective high school course were unfortunately deprived of the vividness of the people and things who came before us. Maybe they need a blanket, a cup of tea, and an episode of Antiques Roadshow.

bookmark_borderOn Gongoozling

For the purposes of a quick explanation, I just looked up “gongoozling” in the Cambridge Dictionary and the first example sentence is this: “Everyone is entitled to have a weird hobby, such as historical re-enactment or gongoozling (standing and staring at canal activity without participating).” Jeez, way to be judgy there, dictionary. While I don’t technically stand there (Australia has a distinct lack of a canal system), I do sit there and watch any sort of documentary or other related show that I can get my hands on. 99% of this is based in Britain, and I know far more than I am willing to admit about its extensive system. 

One of my favourite shows is Canal Boat Diaries with Robbie Cumming. It follows his life as a person who lives on his canal boat 100% of the time. You get to see his challenges (oops he fell in) but also the beauty of it all. The pace is slow, the scenery is stunning and his enthusiasm is infectious. He makes clearing out a weed hatch into an interesting activity. Another good resource for canal information is a fantastic documentary series with Dan Jones called Building Britain’s Canals. I may have watched it 3 or 4 times now. The gritty and dirty history of Britain’s canal network during the Industrial Revolution, and its ups and downs as it is then converted to a leisure location, is really fascinating to watch. 

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bookmark_borderData or Info: Take Your Pick

Today I read an article titled “On the Difference or Equality of Information, Misinformation, and Disinformation: A Critical Research Perspective” by Bernd Carsten Stahl. There are plenty of deep thinkers out there (too many to name) who contemplate what information is, or what knowledge is, or what data is, essentially going in circles around each other. However Stahl paraphrases another author in a way that I found worth calling out in particular because I have a background dealing with data and website user experience and it gave me pause.

Stahl paraphrases R. T. De George and says “De George (2003) distinguishes between data and information precisely because data contains no claim to truth whereas information does.” I’m not refuting this, but it made me think about my own bias in terms of those 2 terms. Taking that claim at face value, if data makes no claims to truth, that is precisely why I’d trust it more than information*. Let’s look at this example. Imagine I was looking for a house. If I saw a webpage that said “here is information about 123 Smith Street” I’d take that less seriously and expect different things compared to a webpage that says “here is data about 123 Smith Street”. To me, information is an interpretation of data.

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bookmark_borderKnowledge Creation and False Friendship: Thoughts on “The New Librarianship Field Guide”

I encountered an interesting concept today in reading “The New Librarianship Field Guide” by R. David Lankes. In Chapter 4, “Knowledge Creation”, he discusses the nature of the conversations people have when asking for and receiving information. According to him, there are two types of language classifications when people are seeking to gain knowledge. He calls them “L0” and “L1.” By his definition, L0 is an interaction where one party knows about the subject and the other does not. For instance, I’m in a library and have no idea how to find a book, so I ask the librarian, who is very knowledgeable. He defines L1 as an interaction between two people who are familiar with and have a high level of knowledge about a subject. For instance, I say something to a friend, and he responds with an inside joke, and we then discuss where we might have heard it first.

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bookmark_borderOff to the Library Without a Plan

I am very organised when reading and finding new fiction authors. I have a large spreadsheet that lists potential authors to try, with links to their Goodreads ratings and whether I can find them at the library or whether I have to buy them. When I read the author and like them, I start a new tab where I keep track of what I’ve read and my thoughts on their books, colour-coded by whether I’d read it again.

Regarding choosing authors based on reviews, Goodreads has become more and more full of unreliable guff, so I’ve decided to throw that out the window. Where does that leave me? Well, I’ve decided to go against my very anal retentive instincts and rush in headlong without a plan.

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bookmark_borderAs Long as We are Curious, We Still Have Hope

This is a blog post about Thomas Kuhn’s “The Structure of Scientific Revolutions”, but in a very roundabout way.

I have an interesting history with science. My earliest science memory was being in year 7 chemistry class. We were dealing with very diluted acids and I managed to spill some all over my then boyfriend’s crotch and stained his jeans. It’s one of those things that still haunts my thoughts many decades later. In high school we had physics class, and the teacher let everyone cheat because the majority of the class was on the football team and he was the coach. I didn’t learn much there.

It wasn’t until I was well and truly out of school that I found science interesting. There was no one to spill acid on, and no burly jocks to peer over my shoulder and steal my (probably wrong) answers. Using science to look backwards, and look forwards, makes the present seem less binding. There are endless possibilities of things that could have happened, and what will happen, and we don’t know all there is to know about either.

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