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When I Get Home…

Even though I still have six weeks to go until I come home, there are a couple of things I am already excited for (besides seeing my friends, my family and my home country). Here are just a few things I’m looking forward to in the United States:

My car: In the city it’s not that big of a deal not to have a car, but I kind of miss my freedom. I would be able to see so much more of Peru if I could drive myself and not have to rely on buses and taxis.

Tap water: It’s not that the tap water here is that bad, but since I’m not used to it, I have to be careful so it doesn’t make me sick. I’m looking forward to brushing my teeth without a separate bottle of water, drinking from the sink, drinks with ice (which isn’t really a thing here anyway), and, most importantly, free water in restaurants.

Pepsi: Sorry. Coke just doesn’t cut it.

Shorts: Between the cooler weather and the potential for sexual advances (see my blog on gender), I haven’t worn shorts since last September or October. And I won’t until I get back in June.

Toilet paper: A lot of the public bathrooms in Peru lack this very important tool, meaning either you bring your own, or you’re screwed.

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Free refills: I usually finish my first drink before the meal even comes and have to buy another, equally expensive one to go with my food. I never realized what a blessing it was to have unlimited soda (or water or whatever) at your disposal.

Toilets that flush: Another problem I have with some public bathrooms here (although only some) is that they don’t have a flushing mechanism. There is generally a barrel of water and a bucket nearby, and you pour a bucket of water into the toilet bowl, forcing it down the pipe.

However, there are also some things I’m really going to miss from Peru (besides my host family and the incredible landscapes):

Cheap public transportation: Yes, I miss my car, but I think it would be great if the United States had better public transportation. A lot of times it’s cheaper, and it’s more environmentally friendly.

Fresh foods: I love that most of the food that people eat here is not processed. I love the fresh juice I have every morning made straight from the fruit and not poured out of a jug, and I like knowing that it supports the locals (read my food blog).

Spanish: This is the most I’ve ever spoken Spanish, and I can tell that my language skills have improved immensely. I love Spanish, and although it will be comforting to be surrounded by English again, I’ll miss hearing and speaking it.

The Implantation and Removal of Earworms

During my French quiz on Friday, I couldn’t seem to focus on the questions I was being asked. It probably wasn’t a good idea to listen to Macklemore’s “Thrift Shop” right before sitting down to take my quiz because that catchy saxophone riff just kept playing over and over again in my head. Instead of filling in the blanks with conjugated verbs, I felt compelled to write about how “I’m gonna pop some tags,” and it wasn’t my fault. The “earworm” embedded in my head was to blame.

No, not an actual worm, an earworm is a fragment of a catchy song that gets stuck in your head for no apparent reason. Earworms are a nuisance to everyone at some point, and it can sometimes be debilitating when trying to complete a task, like when attempting to ace a test. Luckily, I can provide you with information about the triggers for earworms and with solutions for getting rid of them.

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Researchers from Goldsmiths, University of London published a study in the journal Psychology of Music in 2011 about how earworms start. Through their study of over 600 participants, they discovered that there are four conditions that cause earworms: music exposure, memory triggers, affective states and low attention states. Music exposure is probably the most common origin of an earworm because it involves either recently hearing a song or hearing it repeatedly. Memory triggers are defined as associating a tune with certain people, words, beats or situations. Affective states refer to an individual’s emotional frame of mind where certain feelings may cause songs to get stuck. Lastly, low attention states are circumstances in which the mind is engaged in monotonous activity.

Since it can be almost impossible to consciously prevent these situations from happening, a recent study published in the journal Applied Cognitive Psychology by Dr. Ira Hyman from Western Washington University discovered that solving anagrams can be used to eliminate the dreaded earworm from one’s consciousness. An anagram is a word or phrase formed from another by rearranging its letters. For example, the word “safer” can be transformed into the word “fears.”

Dr. Hyman’s research found that focusing on five-letter anagram puzzles is the most effective method of removing an intrusive song because it cognitively engages the brain, limiting the ability of songs to get stuck inside. In this respect, solving Sudoku puzzles, reading novels or playing sports are also useful means of eliminating earworms since they dominate the mind’s focus. However, there is a catch to the success of these methods. The level of difficulty needs to be in the moderate range, for if the activity is too easy or too complex, then the earworm will creep back into your consciousness. This has to do with the degree of engagement of the brain. Both limits of difficulty levels will not successfully engage the mind, leaving plenty of room for a song to play internally.

No song is safe from becoming an earworm. Dr. Hyman concludes that obnoxious songs are not the only ones that can get stuck, songs that people know and love can become annoyingly embedded. The chorus of a song is most likely to continue replaying in a person’s head because of the fact that unfinished thoughts often return to the forefront of one’s mind and because we don’t usually know the lyrics to an entire song.

Conduct an experiment on yourself by listening to the following song. See if it gets stuck in your head over the course of the day. If it does, then use one of the above methods to test their effectiveness in removing it.

Why I Love Listening to Mipso

It is difficult, as a Carolina student, not to have heard of Mipso.  Originally the Mipso Trio, the locally famed student band has spent its past years forming a significant following within the Chapel Hill community.  This Saturday night, they will play a concert at Cat’s Cradle. Those uninformed either of Mipso, I highly suggest you find a way to the show this weekend.  Not only will this show be the last of the semester, but it will be the last of the wonderful undergraduate career of the band.  The band will continue their tour throughout the summer; however, they will do so as graduates, no longer within the closely knit family that is this University.  We must cherish this last opportunity to spend time with a band of individuals most certainly on their way to greater successes and to appreciate and to show gratitude toward them as members of our family.

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And in honor of this performance, here are some reasons why I love listening to this band:

I love listening to Mipso because of their eloquent three part vocals, their chilling harmonies, and their relevant and meaningful lyricism.

I love listening to Mipso because of the respect I have for them as musicians—because of their talented vocals and instrumentals and their songwriting abilities and their performing abilities.

I love listening to Mipso because of the respect I have for them outside of their musical lives, respect in creating a balance between Morehead Cain scholarships and academics and an overall campus involvement, establishing themselves as role models to the rest of us.

I love listening to Mispo because, for me, they have become a staple of Chapel Hill life in my two years here, because I look forward to every chance I get to hear them perform, because everyone else looks forward to their performances just as greatly as I do.

I love listening to Mipso because of the many brief interactions I have had with Wood in the Jazz department here at UNC-Chapel Hill and how the department as a whole made me feel, from the very start, welcomed—how my lesser abilities in music did not matter, and how the experience, the camaraderie, shared between two musicians playing together did matter.

Music is my favorite way to get to know other people; through music, we bond over similar tastes and interests, we connect through the ability to enlighten others on new music, we attend concerts ranging from small intimate bar scenes to packed amphitheaters of booming choruses.  To know that somebody else feels as passionate about a favorite song of yours is to know that a part of their heart understands that same part of yours, and that is a bond that few things can break.  And for this reason, I hope to see some of you at Cat’s Cradle next Saturday—if not to listen to the music, at least come to feel the connection between musician and audience,  from student to student, and to bid a grand farewell to a group of talented, successful, ambitious members of this Chapel Hill family.

Crazy Sexy Hardships

This weekend, I watched a documentary by actress ad photographer Kris Carr called “Crazy Sexy Cancer.” Carr was diagnosed with a rare and incurable type of cancer called epithelioid hemangioendothelioma (EHE) that left 24 “beauty marks” on her liver and lungs. When the doctors diagnosed her with her cancer, they said her cancer was in stage four, but told Carr to remain optimistic. Despite the severity of her cancer, her cancer was very slow moving, so she had time to contemplate treatment options before committing to anything. While chemotherapy remained a possibility, Carr decided to use her time to explore alternative medicine to see if it could fight her cancer.

After Carr received her cancer diagnosis, the documentary showed how Carr began her healing journey by going to a bookstore and buying as many books as she could on alternative medicine. Additionally, she visited an alternative medicine fair, a naturopathic doctor, an acupuncturist, a nutritionist specializing in the micronutrient diet, and a pH alkaline specialist. She tried eating a variety of Chinese herbs, rubbed healing mud all over her body, practiced yoga, consulted spiritual teachers, and attempted laughter, dance, and anger therapy. I would try anything as well if I had stage four of an incurable cancer.

While exploring alternative medicine, I could also relate to Carr’s exhaustion of devoting all her time to her health. The best way she describe it was “cancer became my full time job.” She had to quit her job as an actress that she loved and become dependent on her parents again. Time she would spent having a social life became consumed by doctor appointments and trying to figure out what works best for her body.

Last semester, I was in a similar situation. Since my doctors did not know what was wrong with me, I had to quit all my activities that I was involved in exchange for doctor appointments and self-caring. From someone who has always been a very active and involved person, especially at a university like UNC-Chapel Hill, where it seems like every student is involved in something, it was very difficult for me to not participate in some sort of cause. Being involved in activities gave me a sense of purpose and made me feel connected to my different communities. Without these interactions, like Carr, I felt like I lost my identity. I felt like my identity became my health problems. It is always scary to go through health problems, but for me, it was especially difficult to do so in college, because I was already adjusting to so much change, and I was away from the support of my family.

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Carr also had to change her diet. Like me, she made Whole Foods her pharmacy. She had to go on a plant-based diet, so if her foods didn’t come from a plant, she could not eat it. Consequently, this new diet required a lot of time cooking in the kitchen, as the majority of restaurants did not serve the raw meals that she needed. Initially, Carr was excited to be cooking so much because of how amazing she felt after eating, but eventually, she started to feel imprisoned by her kitchen because the amount of time it took her to prepare her food caused her to be isolated from socialization. The amount of time she would have spent meeting a friend for dinner or lunch had to now be invested into cooking.

Like Carr, last semester, I had to structure my schedule to always be in close proximity to my kitchen. I could not pick up a meal from the dinning hall or a restaurant. Because of all my allergies, I had to prepare everything that went into my mouth, which was a huge undertaking for a college student, living in a dorm room, out of a small mini fridge, and with no personal kitchen. Like Carr’s experience, all the hours I had to spend cooking for myself drastically minimized my time for socialization.

 

Besides having to change my schedule and my allocation of my time, the hardest part for me was that I felt I could not open up and share what I was going through. I felt like I couldn’t share that I was going to the doctor’s office to get tests done because generally speaking, most college students are fortunate enough to be in good health and do not have to spend their time as frequently as I did in doctor offices. Because I felt like people couldn’t understand my situation, I felt that they would be unable to emphasize.

 

Eventually I realized that we are all going through something, whether we vocalize it or not. My food allergies might be someone else’s anxiety disorder, battle with depression, or cancer. For the longest time, I thought that my food allergies were a punishment for something that I had done. However, I quickly learned that hardships are an opportunity for us to practice acceptance. My food allergies have blessed me with the chance to practice accepting all the things I can and cannot change about myself. And by practicing accepting who I am and who I am not, I have become better at accepting others and other things that happen in my life.

Whether you have stage four cancer or the inability to digest a variety of foods, practice accepting your crazy, sexy hardships.

PORCH: Fighting Hunger in a Convenient Way

I am extraordinarily blessed, as my shiny new laptop announces ostentatiously.  I can also take long, hot showers, buy chocolate and candy, and nap in a warm bed whenever I want.

I’ve never gone without food.  It’s nearly impossible for me to try and imagine it.

North Carolina is one of seven states that exhibits statistically significant higher household food insecurity rates than the U.S. national 2009-2011 average, according to hunger-relief charity Feeding America.  Furthermore, it states that more than 1 in every 5 children are regularly hungry.

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Again — I can’t imagine that.  It’s so easy to remove yourself from the problem.

But one organization has done just the opposite, tackling the issue of hunger right in the gut –  pardon the pun.

PORCH is a grassroots hunger-relief organization benefiting hunger-insecure people right here in Chapel Hill and Carrboro.  It’s run entirely by devoted volunteers.

It stands for People Offering Relief for Chapel Hill-Carrboro Homes, but the acronym also works because of the process.  One of PORCH’s three branches is Food for Families.  Once a month, generous neighbors leave canned food on their very own porches — as much or as little as they like.  The monthly donation is picked up, sorted, packed (along with fresh produce, eggs, ground beef and milk purchased from local stores with monetary donations) and delivered straight to the families at convenient drop-off locations, like apartment complexes and schools.

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Last month alone, PORCH distributed 672 bags of non-perishables and 350 bags of perishables.

Social workers in the Chapel Hill-Carrboro public school system determine which students and their families might need a little extra help.  These families are then referred to PORCH.

PORCH also greatly enhances local food pantries’ stocks through another one of its branches, Food for Pantries.  It communicates with the pantries to determine what they’re most in need of, and the request is passed along to neighborhood volunteers, who are in charge coordinating their own neighborhoods.

Food for Thought, the final branch, refers to PORCH’s mission to spread hunger awareness, and how a community can help.  Its website states that 1 in 6 families in Chapel Hill and Carrboro now live at or below the poverty level, which is $22,000 a year for a family of four.  Many of these families, it believes, are comprised of the “working poor” who work long hours for little wages.

I recently went to the home of one of the founders — she has a beautiful home with a screened-in porch of her own — and spoke to her and another co-founder (there are three).  I was struck by their easy-going friendship.  They’re just normal mothers who wanted to help, and who couldn’t bear the thought of their children’s classmates possibly going hungry.

Listening to them discuss their organization, it was easy to see how passionate they were about PORCH, something they never expected to balloon to such an impressive size (they have over 165 neighborhoods donating food, and help feed over 200 families).

When their plans began to fall into place, they were particularly surprised by the relentless generosity of volunteers.  They tell them thank you when they arrive to help sort the food, and the volunteers say, “No — thank you.”

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Poverty is a massive problem that likely isn’t going to be solved anytime soon.  But PORCH is making a notable difference in so many people’s lives, one porch at a time.