Wednesday, March 5, 2014

Some like it hot, some like it sweet

Do you like it hot? Or maybe sweet? Southern style? With a little bit of sugar?

Get your mind out of the gutter - I'm talking about tea!

Sweet tea is actually part of the reason why I couldn't handle living in D.C. The slower pace of the south, sipping sweet tea while sitting on my front porch in 90 degree weather - D.C. really just can't compare to southern style living.

And it turns out that tea is actually good for you! (Maybe not the sweetened version so much - but hey - I can always work out to get rid of those calories!)

Speaking of working out, that's one of the benefits of tea. Not only is it hydrating, despite the caffeine, but it's revitalizing - BECAUSE of the caffeine. Tea can boost exercise endurance because of its catechins (or antioxidants). The antioxidants are found in the green tea extract and have been found to increase the body's ability to burn fat as fuel - hence, longer endurance.








These antioxidants also protect against a variety of cancers, including breast cancer, colon cancer, skin cancer, esophagus, stomach, small intestine, liver, ovarian, prostate, and oral cancers.

Regular tea drinking is associated with a lowered risk of Parkinson's disease in both men and women.

Black tea can also lower your stress levels by reducing the amount of stress hormones in your body - and also reducing your blood pressure!

So, no matter where you live - D.C., Florida, anywhere - sit back with a nice relaxing cup of tea. I recommend Red Diamond tea - you can get some at Genghis Grill OR at their website, www.reddiamond.com!



Saturday, March 1, 2014

To Stress Less During HealthKwest

I'm naturally a pretty anal and anxious person. Heck, I'm in law school - I'm definitely your "Type A" kind of gal. The one who never really procrastinates. Who has purchased all of her textbooks for the new semester without even deciding which classes she's committing to. Sometimes, I believe that I may be that "gunner" girl who raises her hand during class too much to discuss the intricacies of these fascinating laws.

This is part of why I made the big move in the middle of my 2L year (my second year of law school, for those who don't know law-school-lingo). I used to be the heckling hippo that attended The George Washington University Law School, a top-twenty law school located in Washington, D.C. Well, I figured out that I missed the slower-paced, sunshiny Florida lifestyle. I missed sweet tea and front porches and driving with the windows down blaring country music.

So it's funny that HealthKwest started now, when I'm actually at my most relaxed as a law student. "3L don't care" has been my motto all semester. I'm in a class with a bunch of little 1Ls who all actually do all of the reading for their classes and hesitate before answering professor's questions. I don't quite feel that way. I go to brunch on Sundays and hang out with my friends at Genghis during the week and take each day one at a time. In fact, tonight, I almost forgot to write this blog because I actually procrastinated - for once in my life - on a volunteer research project and NEED to get it finished tonight.

But it's true, I still get stressed out. It's 9:43 pm (I normally go to bed at 10)…I'm not done with my memo…I might have eaten Genghis but I haven't quite completed this blog yet, either. I have a class project due Monday and a girls' brunch tomorrow. Plus, on top of all of that, I'm mom to a little puppy who just went pee-pee in my house because I haven't been giving him enough attention, what with all of the memo writing I've been doing.

So what are some things that I do when my stress levels are high to grind them back down?

1) I make time for myself. Whether it's a pedicure all alone or a brunch date or a Genghis lunch date with friends, time NOT doing work is sometimes exactly what you need to kickstart you into doing that work.

















2) I make time for my puppy. He's already five months old and 46 pounds. When I first got him, he was fifteen pounds! He's tripled in size, and I feel like I've already missed some time with him. I really don't want to miss more. When I'm feeling nervous about deadlines, I know I need to make the time to go outside with him and throw him a frisbee for 20 minutes. Giving him 20 minutes of high activity helps him to be sleepy for the rest of the day so that I can get other things done.



3) I clean my environment. I hate when my house is dirty - it feels like I'm living in a  dump. But, of course, everything gets dirty when I feel like I don't have time for anything. One night, instead of going to bed at 10, I shut myself in my room at 9:30 to fold all of my laundry and hang all of my clothes. When my apartment shines, so do I.

4) I work out. Sometimes when I stress, I start to doubt myself. Reminding myself of my beautiful body and everything that it's capable of really keeps me in high spirits. When I believe in myself, it becomes SO much easier to start working on my daunting to-do list.

It's natural for everyone to stress out once in a while. But what I've been realizing throughout this HealthKwest is that it's more important to live through the stress than to let the stress live through you. I'm a way better version of me when I'm cool, calm, suave, and complacent.


Thursday, February 20, 2014

The Genghis Dream - A Kwest to Health

I have a Genghis Grill dream…
 
Today is Day 11 of my 60-day Genghis Grill HealthKwest challenge. It may seem that my main goal – the reason why I signed up to be a HealthKwest Khantestant – was to lose weight. Sometimes I can cover up my more "problem area" spots --- but sometimes they show through. Like in this embarrassing picture to the left. 

But, though losing weight would be great…that's not my #1 HealthKwest goal. 

My Genghis Grill dream is really to teach myself to worship my own body and to use my own healthy body to enjoy every ounce out of life.



My dream was instigated by my little puppy, Gideon. Gideon is my five month old chocolate lab. He’s loving, inquisitive, excited, easily entertained, bouncey, and, generally…Giddy! (Get it? Gideon . . . Giddy?!) His birthday is September 28, and he came into my life on December 19.

Now, I’m only 24 years old. I don’t have any children, and don’t plan on having any soon. Bringing Gideon into my life has taught me a lot about responsibility – he’s my fur child. Waking up at 3:00 am to bring a little puppy down two flights of stairs to go potty when it’s 30 degrees outside (that’s cold for Floridians!). Waking up an hour earlier than normal to ensure that my puppy has sufficient exercise to tire him out before leaving for work and school in the morning. My whole entire life has changed.

And it’s funny. Sometimes, walking Gideon seems to be such a pain – I put on my “dog walking boots,” I tug on his leash to keep him away from bottles, discarded McDonald’s bags, and dead frog corpses. I want to go back inside. But then, something happens.

A fresh breeze blows through the trees, some leaves flutter and change position, and little Gideon POUNCES. He is enthusiastic. Exuberant. Giddy. I can’t help but laugh – he’s so proud of himself for attacking those leaves and tears them apart jovially. Suddenly, I feel how glorious the sun feels on my face and I hear my neighbor’s wind chimes tinkling with the breeze and I think – woah. I need to slow down. Life is too good to pass it by.

And then I start to think about my health. Gideon is already 40 pounds – he will likely double in size over the next few months. His energy levels will skyrocket. He loves to run – a seven-and-a-half minute mile, which I can’t keep up with for more than a few seconds. He loves to jump and chase Frisbees and break sticks off of low-hanging tree branches. He’s my baby puppy – and I want to keep up with him, even as he grows.

I began realizing all of this as I applied for the Genghis Grill HealthKwest challenge and realized – I need to change my lifestyle. Stop eating the fried foods and get on the grilled veggie train. Trade in the fried rice for that brown rice stuff – or even wheat udon noodles. Replace a 160-calorie can of Coke with a Peachy Palmer of less than 100 calories. Jog a few miles in the beautiful sunshine rather than watching TV in the darkness of my home.

Thanks to Giddy and Genghis, I have a dream that I can live a healthy lifestyle. That I can worship my body by placing choosing to ingest healthier foods and choosing to challenge my body with physical exercise and fun. Life is just too darn good to spend it inside.

So, with Gideon prancing by my side, I’m slowly learning how to drop the remote, step outside… and chase a leaf. I have a dream.

Sunday, April 1, 2012

Fridays are Fun, and Saturdays Satisfactory, but Sundays Suck.

So, I haven’t updated this blog since October, and with good reason. My life is not that interesting. As a law student, I spend 40+ hours a week reading cases depicting varying stories. “A US citizen in Afghanistan is arrested. Constitutional challenge: can he be indefinitely detained as an enemy combatant under the AUMF, or does the Non-Detention Act supersede?” Hamdi v. Rumsfeld, 542 U.S. 507 (2004). Eh, politics. The Mastersons sell the Sines a ranch and orally tack on a safeguard: the Mastersons can buy back their ranch at any time. The Mastersons go bankrupt, and the bank tries to re-purchase the asset, their ranch, for $50,000. The Sines say no, this buyback could only occur by a family member. Can parol evidence be allowed? Masterson v. Sine, 68 Cal. 2d 222 (1968). Eh.

I go to work in the morning, which is fun, because I interact with undergraduates who actually enjoy what they’re learning (artsy things like religion in America, because they don’t feel the need to be practical quite yet). Then I go to school for 6 hours, which isn’t bad, unless the Internet for some reason isn’t working that day.

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A by-product of a day at work: guess which one I am?

“I don’t care about this,” seems to be a familiar law school phrase. A majority of students say it. “I don’t care about this oral argument,” or “I don’t care about the reading - I have outlining to do!” The sad thing is that everyone lies. We all care about what grades we get. We all care about the 15 minutes of oral argument – will we forget Federal Rules of Evidence 702? What if I say “I” instead of Appellant? We all care about getting cold-called only to realize that whoops, I didn’t read X v. Y today. ☹

I gained 25 pounds since starting law school, and I finally came to the conclusion while here that maybe I shouldn’t drink alcohol if I don’t like throwing up. Casual invitations to lunch or to go out drinking on Thursdays aren’t really so exciting when your only menu option is a salad with fat-free dressing and grilled chicken and when you order diet cokes and pretend like they’re rum-and-cokes so you don’t have to be the only sober one at the table. Moments spent neither studying nor at the gym seem like wasted time.

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Waiting for Oral Argument.

I went to the Museum of Natural History a few weeks ago (despite a sudden deluge and my tragic lack of an umbrella) to see a special Human Origins Today lecture about Homo floresiensis, the midgets of Flores. My complete lack of any academic questions, combined with the group of Deaf students signing to one another all around me without my understanding a single word, led me to realize that maybe it is better to stay in my room and read more about claim preclusion (which seems sort of exactly the same as issue preclusion) rather than facing the world filled with so many wonderful things that I love that I will never have the opportunity to examine in-depth.

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Homo floresiensis casts

Wednesday, October 12, 2011

Dear Obnoxious Law Student

An ode to all who attend law school, just to keep you in check (and, possibly, to explain why I sometimes find it hard to make friends).


Dear Obnoxious Law Student [sitting outside of Starbucks,]

You aren't. That. Smart.
Your absolute lack of humility is not attractive.
Even the strawberry blond with tube socks
Sitting in front of you
Is not impressed by your venti chai tea and your "big-boy" SAT words.
Your Albert Einstein tuft of hair waving around flagrantly at the tip of your head
Is nowhere near as endearing as Alfalfa's.
If we meet one day, please let's talk about something other than Law and Order
Maybe I'd enjoy your presence then.

Regards,

Another Obnoxious Law Student

Saturday, September 24, 2011

Food Truck Fridays

Disclaimer: I apologize for not updating my blog in approximately 1 month, but this is what a law student’s life looks like:

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But don’t worry, I still have time for fun!

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Anyway…

When I first moved to DC, I opined about how lucky I was to be living in the top floor of my building, Hampshire House. Going from one-story stuccos in Florida to seven-story structures in the District, I felt pretty high and mighty pushing the tippy-top button in the elevator to get to where I slept every night.

Then the earthquake came, and I wondered just how strategic it was for the girl who is terrified of heights (re: my airplane post) to live in the top story of a domicile built in 1919 whose elevator dropped twice before finally landing on the requested floor. If you weren’t aware (because I wasn’t, being an East-coaster,) the higher you are in a structure when an earthquake occurs, the more you feel the movement.

Then we had the hurricane, and I praised the lord for putting me in a top floor – furthest from flooding. DC doesn’t take well to uber huge amounts of rain.

Then –*insert suspenseful noise here* my elevator was taken out of commission for replacement. For six to eight weeks.  And the seventh story became a burden once again, especially with a backpack, a laptop, a lunchbox, and rainboots (yay for unbound books!)

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In preparation for the sad day of September 19th (the death of the 1919 elevator), I purchased $400 worth of groceries. Why, you ask? Because one big difference from living in the suburbs to living in a city is grocery shopping. My nearest grocery store is 7 blocks away, and it’s a Trader Joe’s. Trader Joe’s is great for fresh items and specialty items, but if you want a can of Campbell’s soup or a box of Kellogg’s cereal, you won’t find it there. So you buy your $100 of specialty items, careful not to purchase more than one heavy item (ie. A bottle of wine or a jar of spaghetti sauce), and you lug it back 7 blocks to your building.

Did anyone really expect me to then drag bags of groceries up six flights of stairs? Because I didn’t expect myself to do that.

So, I took advantage of PeaPod, a local grocery delivery service that brings NORMAL grocery-store items (Campbell’s soup and…SPAGHETTIOS!) to your kitchen with minimal delivery fees. I’m now well-stocked:

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But of course, now that I have plenty in my pantry, I’ve decided to explore more of the local cuisine. And look what I found:

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Heaven!

It’s Penn Grille, located at the intersection of 20th and Penn. It looks like a hole-in-the-wall, and that’s because it is, but it’s been described as “one of the best-kept secrets of Foggy Bottom.” It’s also conveniently located a block away from the Law School campus, on 20th and H, and therefore requires minimal walking when you’re full to the max.

You get a silver tin and stock yourself up with raw veggies, noodles, and meats, then hand it to a cook, who turns around and cooks it with his back facing you and then places your cooked lunch (or dinner!) on a scale and charges you by its weight.

As the reviews say, “You have to love a place where the only sauce selections are mild, medium, and spicy.” The people who work there are mostly Asian, and smile a lot when you ask for “80% mild, 20% medium.” The first girl who took me here was also an Asian, who warned me that Penn Grill’s spicy = Asian spicy. So if you enjoy spicy foods – go for the medium. If you like to cry and sweat when you’re eating, go for the spicy!

I also had my first food truck meal this Friday with some of the girls from my internship at Break the Cycle. Food Truck Friday was the most exciting aspect of my week. Seriously. DC is divided into streets which run parallel to each other at 90 degrees (the letters and the numbers). Some streets run all cockamamie (those are the states). They’re confusing because they’re diagonal. But each area is centered around a little circle – a literal circle – that typically has a statue, benches, and some green grass (which isn’t too common in the city). I laughed a LOT when a District native informed me that these were parks.

Anyway, on Food Truck Friday, you can eat lunch outside. The food trucks bring you foods of all kinds – from AZN Eats to CapMac (a macaroni and cheese truck that even has parmesan chicken mac and cheese!) to Hula Girl (sticky rice and teriyaki chicken) to the Cheesecake Truck. And all you have to do is walk to the circle that’s closest to you! The meals typically cost between $7-$10.

Anyway, the girls and I had been planning this Food Truck Friday Funday for a full two days. Of course, when the day rolls by, it’s pouring. The DC girls made fun of me for wearing my snow boots (I’m sorry, but my rain boots hurt my feet and no way am I going to wear flip-flops and narrowly miss falling on my ass every five seconds).

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There we are by the CapMac truck with our umbrellas!

Sarah and I decided to try the BBQ Bus – we’d both been missing some good barbecue from our home states (FL and GA). It was right next to the Grilled Cheese bus, which you can see in the background.

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DC is way cool, guys. These people might all be skinny because you have to walk a mile to get anywhere (and, in some cases, have to traverse six flights of stairs because your elevator is down)…but they sure do know how to eat.

Even the squirrels enjoy good food.

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And that’s the way the hippo heckles.

Friday, September 23, 2011

Office Hours: Professor Banzhaf

Wow, it's been almost a month since I last posted!

I've been busy with an internship, 5 law classes, auditing 2 non-law classes, meeting new friends, writing for the law school newspaper, and running for Senate (and losing). :)

I hope to write a nice, long, descriptive blog about DC life soon, but, to tide you over, here is my article in Nota Bene, George Washington Law's newspaper. It's the first of a column called "Office Hours" that will, week by week, (bi-weekly), bring you closer into GW Law by helping you meet some of the diverse, talented, and intelligent professors that my school offers.

Office Hours


His hobby is suing people. He convinced his own father to stop smoking. He has been interviewed by Stephen Colbert. He organized the first anti-smoking organization, made several appearances on Super Size Me, and believes that smokers and the obese should have higher health insurance payments than other citizens. He’s also been kicked out of a McDonald’s in Virginia.

Who is this GW Law professor?

It’s John Banzhaf, Professor of Torts, Administrative Law, Disabled People and the Law, Law and the Deaf, and Legal Activism.

After graduating from MIT with a Bachelor of Science in Electrical Engineering, why did Professor Banzhaf decide to go to law school?

“I don’t know,” he said. But he believes that his background in science helped him to remain relaxed during his student experience at Columbia Law. “Lots of students are very scared when they come to law school,” he said. “You want to prove yourself. If you can succeed in law school, you will prove to yourself that you really have it. I didn’t have that. If I didn’t fit into this weird-ass culture of law school, it didn’t make any difference to me. I had a degree from MIT. I had two U.S. patents and had written ten technical papers. I was solid.”

At his alma mater, Columbia Law, Professor Banzhaf said he believes he would have been voted “least likely to become a public interest lawyer.” His main goal, post-graduation, was to become a patent lawyer. Why? “They made more money than anyone else.”

Professor Banzhaf knew the value of money. He worked his way through law school as a gigolo – that is, a man who is paid to dance a jig with a woman. He spent his summers traveling the world as an employee on a cruise ship. His main duty: to dance with the ladies at dusk.

While in school, after a flippant challenge from his professor, a well-respected judge in New York, Professor Banzhaf wrote and published his own Law Review article as a 2L. The article discussed weighted voting calculations and introduced a mathematical concept self-entitled the Banzhaf Index.

Here, though he was an editor of Columbia’s Law Review, he began to form an opinion about Law Review articles.

“Law review articles are damn near worthless or worse,” said Banzhaf. “They’re just professors opining about topics. If you have new ideas for legal rules, principles, strategies or tactics…rather than waste your time sending them to be judged by third-year law students, why not test them in the real world on people who are qualified to evaluate them like judges, legislators, and regulators, rather than third-year law students?”

After his own article was published in Columbia’s Law Review, Professor Banzhaf submitted his paper on the Banzhaf Index to the Court of Appeals of New York.

“God damn if they didn’t rule in my favor. The highest court in New York ruled that if you have weighted voting in New York state, it must be according to the Banzhaf Index calculation. That’s when I began to develop the theory that, if you have a good idea, don’t just stick it in the law review. Do something with it. See if you can get it going.”

The free time provided for by his lack of Law Review articles has allowed Professor Banzhaf to organize and head Action on Smoking and Health, America’s first anti-smoking legal action organization.

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Professor Banzhaf's favorite phrase is "Sue the Bastards." His license plate typically says something similar. Here I am in his office when he stepped out, holding one of his figurines!

His anti-tobacco sentiments came not from any inherent issue with smoking, but rather from watching T.V. one Thanksgiving with his father, a smoker, and feeling inundated by cigarette commercials.

He wrote a complaint to the major network CNN which would change his life forever. Though CNN didn’t answer his complaint, the FCC (Federal Communications Commission) did, and with an overwhelming response, thanks to the Fairness Doctrine.

Abolished in 1987, the Fairness Doctrine stipulated that any radio or television station broadcasting biased commercials on controversial public issues must provide time for the opposite opinion to be broadcast as well. With the combination of Professor Banzhaf’s complaint and the Fairness Doctrine, television stations had to open air time up to anti-smoking campaigns – for free.

Professor Banzhaf hadn’t intentionally started the anti-smoking crusade. In fact, after he wrote the original CNN complaint, he accepted a job with a law firm whose major client was Philip Morris, the nation’s leading cigarette manufacturer. Professor Banzhaf began to realize something.

“I was getting tremendous pay, and virtually no satisfaction,” he said. He decided that maybe being a public interest lawyer wouldn’t be too bad.

He took on the challenge of helping health organizations to run their anti-smoking ads. “There I was,” he said, “– just graduated from law school – and I saw the anti-smoking messages appear on the air. People came up to me saying, ‘You know, I saw your message on TV. I quit smoking.’ Somebody wrote an article and it said, ‘This young lawyer from Columbia Law School has probably saved more lives than any physician alive today.’ That’s pretty heavy stuff for someone who’s twenty-six. It literally turned me around.”

His own father quit smoking after the televised warnings first appeared.

Despite his influence in the area of public interest, Professor Banzhaf doesn’t view himself as an advocate. “I’m not a crusader. I look for areas where I can put in the least and get the most – the biggest bang for my buck. A three-page letter and an eight-cent stamp got hundreds of thousands of dollars for anti-smoking ads. You can’t get much better than that.”

According to Professor Banzhaf, everybody uses legal action in this day and age. For him personally, it’s a hobby. He said, “There have been a number of situations where I saw an article in the Washington Post and thought hey, I ought to get into that. Not because of any long-standing professional interest.” He throws himself into legal actions which interest him. In the ‘60’s it was anti-smoking; later on, it became obesity, then sexual discrimination in restroom facilities and now, differential health insurance premiums.

He maintained, “Since I don’t write law review articles, I have the same amount of time to put into legal activism – that is, using law in the real world.”