Say hello to my little trainer

It burns. It burns real good.

A little more of Mork...

I've decided that this blog needs a little more of my sweets. 

So here he is! 

(Note: The people who gave the jersey to Mark asked him to take these pics so they could put it on their site. Don't worry, Mark doesn't wear it.)

Mark just won a free signed jersey from his favorite European "footballer" (ahem...soccer player) Rafael van der Vaart. What a lucky, lucky guy! 

He shoots--he scores! 

Veganism and the Gospel

I've been debating whether or not to post this article. This was something that I wrote for a magazine writing class last fall. I've been debating because I'm afraid it might rub off as too "in-your-face" or too pushy. Please keep in mind that my intention when I wrote this was merely to inform how my veganism fits in with the doctrine of my church, not necessarily a persuasive article. Nonetheless, if you read it, I hope you like it. If it seems a little familiar, I based it off a previous post about animals and the gospel. After writing that article, I decided that I wanted to go more in depth with the topic and do some research, so here's the result. 

Deciding to become vegetarian and eventually vegan was not easy. I had only met a few other vegetarians throughout my life, one of whom was a girlfriend of my brother's. I was little at the time, but I remember my bewildered family wondered what to give her for dinner. Growing up, I was sheltered when it came to other ways of eating and I never questioned what I ate on a daily basis.

But as I learned more about how animals are treated in this world, I couldn't go back to living that way again. Knowing I had to change my habits was an uncomfortable feeling. I couldn't keep going down the same path, because it would cause inner turmoil. At first, I went the route of vegetarian by cutting meat out of my diet. After a few months, I decided to become vegan, making the transition to remove all animal products from my daily meals. This transition was stressful because I felt disloyal and that I would somehow be alienated from my family and friends. Growing up in rural Idaho, veganism rubbed off on me as being taboo.

This was probably because my family's traditions are deeply rooted around animals. My mother grew up on a dairy farm and my father raises beef cattle. It is custom in my family to hunt and fish and most of our vacations are centered around fishing. Because I was raised this way, meat was a staple food in my house. It was something readily available.

While I was making this change and told people about my lifestyle choice, one argument I constantly heard was, "The purpose of animals are for us to use, Candice." I have always questioned this statement. I do not believe a certain animal was created only to give us their meat or milk. Yet, I had always learned that we had dominion over the animals and they were here for us "to use" because it supposedly says so in the scriptures. So if I don’t believe animals were only created for me to use, does that not make me a Christian? This question was eating away at me, so I started searching.

It was in my online searches for someone—anyone—who thought like I did that I found Christopher Foster, a philosophy instructor at BYU. Foster, a vegetarian, has compiled a PowerPoint lecture titled "Mormonism and Animal Rights—Harmony or Contradiction?" He has presented this at various locations across Utah, including Salt Lake Community College and Brigham Young University. His lecture is packed with quotations and scriptures stressing the need to end useless killing of animals. Foster believes we should "only eat them if we have need." He also states that it is against the basic ethical principle to cause suffering when the benefits do not outweigh the misery caused.  "The suffering caused by factory farming (where the vast majority of American meat comes from) is so extreme that the need required in order to balance that out must also be extreme—it would have to be necessary for our lives," says Foster.

The Word of Wisdom seems to agree with this. In Doctrine and Covenants chapter 89, we read in verse 12: "Yea, flesh also of beasts and of the fowls of the air, I, the Lord, have ordained for the use of man with thanksgiving; nevertheless they are to be used sparingly." Verse 13 expands on the word sparingly by stating: "And it is pleasing unto me that they should not be used, only in times of winter, or of cold, or famine."

Even though the Word of Wisdom states to eat it sparingly in times of winter or famine, do we really need to eat meat at all? Doctrine and Covenants 49:21 states: "And wo be unto man that sheddeth blood or that wasteth flesh and hath no need." Industrialization has provided many ways for us to obtain different varieties of foods, including a wide array of fruits and vegetables. As Foster points out in his presentation, "Today, we have ample vegetarian food available year round." There are plenty of alternative protein sources, such as beans, nuts, and seeds. We are blessed to have such an abundant food supply, especially in this country. We definitely don't live in a country of famine. 

According to a January 2008 article in The New York Times titled, "Rethinking the Meat Guzzler" by Mark Bittman, Americans, on average, consume nearly double the average of meat than the rest of the world. This is vital when taken into account that, according to the same piece, nearly 800 million people worldwide suffer from hunger or malnutrition. The majority of the world’s corn and soy are fed to chickens, pigs and cattle. In her book "Diet for a Small World," Frances Moore Lappe says, "For every 16 pounds of grain and soy fed to beef cattle in the United States we only get 1 pound back in meat on our plates." She then points out, "If we exclude dairy cows, the average ratio of all U.S. livestock is 7 pounds of grain and soy to produce 1 pound of edible food."  A similar number was found on the Environmental Health Perspectives website. A Research Review explains that it takes seven pounds and about 2,400 gallons of water to produce one pound of feedlot beef. When this feed is given to animals instead of people, it is taking away land, food and water that could have been helped to prevent starvation of these suffering people. For me, these statistics raise serious questions about whether we are optimizing what we have been given to better the lives of our fellow beings. Is our exploitation of these resources really justifiable? Do we really consider the damage we are doing to these creatures?

"Animals are like children in a sense that they are innocent and under our dominion," Foster said. "Everyone knows deep down that kindness to animals is necessary." He believes kindness to animals is spiritually, environmentally and ethically essential. "There are literally billions raised and killed in the most brutal ways for our appetite preferences and their suffering is as real as ours. We are hypocrites for ignoring them and thereby causing their misery," he says. We are clearly not showing compassion for animals by killing them when it isn’t necessary.

Many church leaders have expressed their feelings on this topic, basing their beliefs on the scriptures. One slide in Foster’s presentation includes this quote from Joseph Fielding Smith: "There is no inference in the scriptures that it is the privilege of  men to slay birds or beasts or to catch fish wantonly. The Lord gave life to every creature…Therefore to take the life of these creatures wantonly is a sin before the Lord." It is a fundamental belief in Christianity that God gave man dominion over animals. In Genesis chapter one we read that God created the earth and the creatures upon it, and more specifically in verse 28, we hear: "…God said unto them, Be fruitful, and multiply, and replenish the earth, and subdue it; and have dominion over the fish of the sea, and over the fowl of the air, and over every living thing that moveth upon the earth." But what is the extent of our dominion?

"Adam’s dominion was a charge to see to it that all went well with God’s creatures; it was not a license to exterminate them," Hugh Nibley said in the book "Kindness to Animals and Caring for the Earth" by Richard D. Stratton. This quotation along with others seem to suggest there is righteous and unrighteous dominion that can be practiced over the earth.

One slide on Foster’s presentation discusses unrighteous dominion by using a quote from the February 1912 edition of the Juvenile Instructor. In this citation, Joseph F. Smith points out, "The dominion the Lord gave man over the brute creation has been, to a very large extent, used selfishly, thoughtlessly, cruelly." Foster also adds: "We are utterly indifferent to the suffering we cause to so many beings. This is about as unrighteous as dominion gets."

In my research it was surprising to find that Joseph Smith was an advocate of kindness and respect to animals. Gerald E. Jones includes a story about Joseph Smith in his article "The Gospel and Animals" in the August 1972 edition of the Ensign. During the Zion’s Camp expedition in summer 1834, Joseph Smith tells the story of how they found three rattlesnakes in their tent. Some brethren were about to kill them but Joseph Smith said, "Let them alone—don’t hurt them!" and instructed the brethren to take them across the creek. He also explicitly told them not to kill another creature unless it was absolutely required to prevent them from starving to death.

Another prophet, Spencer W. Kimball, expressed his beliefs on the unnecessary killing of animals in the October 1978 LDS Conference by stating: "And not less with reference to the killing of innocent birds is the wildlife of our country that live upon vermin that are indeed enemies to the farmer and mankind. It is not only wicked to destroy them, it is a shame, in my opinion. I think that this principle should extend not only to the bird life but to the life of all animals."

I had believed this all my life, but never quite made the connection between the 

animals that died and the food I ate. The turning point was one weekend when I went home to visit my parents. I went with my nieces to see the newborn calves in my father’s pasture. One calf, full of curiosity, cautiously came up and stood in front of my nieces and me. He stood there for a few moments, staring and sniffing. My eyes welled up with tears because I knew this calf, innocent and pure, was only born to die.

Although it’s easy to only blame the meat industry for what happens to livestock, it is important to know unnecessary killing and abuse of animals exists in every animal industry. For example, the veal industry is directly tied to the dairy industry. A USDA Fact Sheet entitled "Veal from Farm to Table" states, "Male dairy calves are used in the veal industry. Dairy cows must give birth to continue producing milk, but male dairy calves are of little or no value to the dairy farmer." The calf is taken away from its mother so the cow can be milked. Continuous pregnancies play a heavy role on the health of the cow and if its production levels drop below profit, the cow is slaughtered.

The main reason why milk is consumed is to get the calcium our body needs. However, milk is not the best and only way to get that calcium. According to an article entitled "Calcium and Milk: What’s Best for Your Bones?" published by the Harvard School of Public Health: "Milk is actually one of many sources of calcium—dark leafy green vegetables and some types of legumes are among other sources…" To me, it makes sense to get calcium from plant sources, where the cows get theirs.

The same goes for egg-laying chickens. Little regard is taken for the lives of birds in this industry. A fact sheet on the American Egg Board's website states: "As the hen ages, egg quality declines and, at about 18 to 20 months of age, molting occurs and egg production ceases. While some flocks are sold for slaughter at this point, replacement is costly. A fairly common practice is to place the flock into a controlled molt. " Controlled molting is defined in Wikipedia as the artificial practice of the industry to force chickens to lose feathers and weight. In order to lose weight, feed is taken away for up to two weeks. In addition to this, most chickens are confined to small areas and cages. Since these birds are used as production plants, we should always be mindful of their health and well-being.

We have always been taught that we, as members of the LDS church, need to take care of the beautiful earth we have been given. Stratton's book includes one of my favorite thoughts by Ezra Taft Benson on this subject. Benson says: "Whatever mortal reasons there are to be concerned about [the] environment, there are eternal reasons, too, for us to be thoughtful stewards. President Brigham Young said: 'Not one particle of all that comprises this vast creation of God is our own. Everything we have has been bestowed upon us for our action, to see what we would do with it—whether we would use it for eternal life and exaltation, or for eternal death and degradation.'" Kindness to animals and taking care of our earth are one in the same; damage one and you damage the other.

Going back to the article by Bittman, referring to large animal production plants, states: "These assembly-line meat factories consume enormous amounts of energy, pollute water supplies, generate significant greenhouse gases and require ever-increasing amounts of corn, soy and other grains, a dependency that has led to the destruction of vast swaths of the world's tropical rain forests." Senior UN Food and Agriculture Organization official Henning Steinfeld confirms this in an article entitled "Livestock a Major Threat to Environment" released by the United Nations.  Steinfeld states: "'Livestock are one of the most significant contributors to today's most serious environmental problems.'" Harvesting livestock is not the only practice that damages the environment. Overfishing is a serious threat to the ecosystems of the world's oceans.

According to the United Nations article "Overfishing: a threat to marine diversity," one in five people are dependent on fish as their primary source of protein. UN agencies state this is damaging because aquaculture, the stocking and farming of aquatic organisms, is increasing more swiftly than other food producing sectors. "According to a Food and Agriculture Organization (FAO) estimate, over 70% of the world's fish species are either fully exploited or depleted," the article states.

On an individual level, we might not harm the environment much by eating animal products. However, collectively, we are doing serious harm. Foster offers a quotation by Brigham

Young that says, "If we maltreat our animals, or each other, the spirit within us, our traditions, and the Bible, all agree in declaring it is wrong."As children of our Heavenly Father, we know it is our sacred stewardship to protect what He has so abundantly blessed us with. We should not be selfish; but I believe we should be grateful for everything that He gives us. I see veganism as a means to be thankful for these blessings and to make sure that others can do the same.

Ovid the poet, in the book "Metamorphoses," once rhymed: "Take not away the life you cannot give, For all things have an equal right to live." I couldn’t agree more.

 

What does my summer look like?

Loads of tennis

(image from here)

Baking vegan cinnamon rolls

(image from here)

Don't forget strawberry cupcakes! 

(You'll find it here)

Now, all I have to do is remember my camera. 

What does your summer look like?

Have a sweet tooth?

This ice cream by Turtle Mountain will knock your socks clean off. 

Clean off, I say! 

Ich werde zu zurückkehren, Europe

Four years ago, I was on my maiden voyage to a foreign land. Four years ago, I sat impatiently on a plane. Four years ago, I went on a trip to Europe. 

I remember when I first spotted the continent--I really hadn't slept at all on the plane. We were served croissants as we flew over France. I looked down and saw the beautiful towns scattered on the hills and I was in love. 

The first smell of Europe was the wall of cigarette smoke that smacked us as we walked into the Fiumicino Airport in Rome. After that, it was the best two weeks of my life. Cigarette smoke and all. 

It's so hard to believe that it's been four years since I've left because I still have dreams about going back. Usually in my dreams, my trips to Europe will be sprung on me the last second, and I'll have about five minutes to get ready. I frantically search and cram everything into my luggage. Yet somehow, I never manage to make it back. 

One of my companions on my trip was my journal. I was constantly writing and collecting. I even kept gelato napkins. Yep, I did. 

I won't bother you with too much of my journal, so I'll only post a few entries. Here's a snippet, about my first day in Rome. 

(Caution: Beware of the over-usage of exclamation points in my entries. I guess you can tell I was really excited to be over there.) 

June 2, 2005

Today we leave Rome! So sad. It's been so fun here! Yesterday we started the day by going to breakfast. Their 'continental' breakfast is soo good, sweet croissants, crispy rolls, and a creamy/slushy yogurt. It's so good! Then we met 'Frenchy,' our courier, and walked down to the subway (my first time in a subway!) and rode to the Colosseum, where we met up with our tour guide for the day, Fabio, a rather attractive Italian man I would say. Then we walked up to the chapel holding St. Peter's chains and the Moses statue by Michaelangelo, which was awesome! then we caught the bus to the vatican--OH WAIT! I forgot the coolest part, we went on a walking tour of the Forum, the ancient part of Rome. We saw old ruins, the senate building and some old arches. It was incredible! Then we walked around and out of the Forum and to my favorite (well one of my favorite) things in Rome, the big building with the statue of the chariots, it's incredible! (EDITED: Vittorio Emanuelle II monument) ...

June 3 and June 5 

(I started an entry, then finished it later)

...Yesterday we left Florence and arrived in Venice, my favorite place so far. Well it's a close one between Rome and Venice, but it is beautiful. We caught a water bus over to our hotel, it was awesome! We walked up to the front of the boat and was waving to everyone, and then the bus driver was like, "You very nice!" and then he turned on some music and we all started dancing, it was tons of fun. It was so nice to feel the breeze and to actually be dry for once. I swear it's so muggy here, you're instantly sweaty, it's gross. Then, by the end of the day you feel so sick it's almost unbearable. But anyways, we went to our hotel and dropped off our luggage, then we went to St. Mark's.

We went through the church and through Dodge's Palace, that was pretty cool. We went out and had some free time--oh wait, we went and watched a glass blowing demonstration and I bought some earrings. We shopped more after then went to dinner--wait, I keep forgetting things. I fed the pigeons on St. Mark's square and they seriously attacked me! I had them on my head, shoulders and arms, it was crazy! ...

and perhaps one of my more favorite, yet short entries:

June 5, 2005

Hey! Well I'm not on a bus anymore, so hopefully my handwriting will be more legible. I'm in Innsbruck tonight, and I like it a lot! I'm right in the middle of the Alps, and it is so pretty here. I wish I could spend more time in this place, it's so clean and nice and smells good! There's a lot of cute, nice guys too. It's actually cooler up here and it keeps my hair under control, which is lovely! In Italy, it was so hot and humid, it was OUT OF CONTROL! Tomorrow we are headed to Neuschwanstein and then on to Lucerne! I'm so excited. We didn't do much today, just mostly chilled in Innsbruck. The city is so beautiful! I can't get over it. Isn't it amazing how many people there are in the world? I've seen probably more people in these past couple of days than I have in my whole life...

I love that last line because it is so true. Those big cities are just packed full of people, yet everyone lives together so wonderfully. It's amazing. 

I felt so safe over in Europe. Mark and I joked, as we went on our anniversary trip to Seattle, that we felt safer in Europe's bigger cities. I remember that even as we walked home late at night in Rome, I never got the heebie jeebies like I did occasionally in Seattle. 

And how could you not feel safe being in places like this? 

People in Europe seem to be more natural. It actually felt like I could get away without makeup. That's a good feeling, let me tell you.

I also loved how a lot of people walked, biked, or took public transit. Granted, Europe wouldn't have enough room if everyone had a car, but I just loved how there were less big streets and more bikes.  

And even though not very many people in our group liked it, I loved the overnight train! 

Europe has deep historical roots, and Europeans proudly take care of them. I think it's so astounding how many of the buildings of the bigger cities have been around for hundreds of years. It doesn't seem like they tear down a building if they know they can build something bigger and better. They have buildings with character, and are proud of it. 

I don't remember how old these buildings are along the Grand Canal in Venice, but trust me, they are pretty darn old. 

Oh Europe. I'll come back and see you soon. I can feel it in my bones. 

Goodbye, small town

Fielding Academy used to sit on the hill, overlooking a bustling little town. Main Street included a drug store, service station, jewelry store and even a nickelodeon. Emerson Elementary School sat right on Main Street, along with the other business buildings. Positioned by the tabernacle, one of the oldest buildings in Idaho, was Fielding High. 

This is how Paris was in it's prime, at least how my father describes it. I wish I could have seen it back then. It seems magical--almost surreal. 

Driving through Paris now, you'll see a completely different landscape. Where Fielding Academy used to proudly watch over the city, now sits a house. There is no drug store, jewelry store, or even nickelodeon. You'll find one gas station, right on the corner on the southern part of town and a lot of empty buildings. 

The Paris that I knew as a child was slightly different, yet not the same as today. My grandmother used to live on the hill where Fielding Academy once stood. I would ride my bike up to her house, and together with my cousin we would get green pineapple ice cream

 at the drug store. I loved ordering and sitting at the bar, waiting for my precious treat. Following my visit, I would fly down the hill on my bike, pedaling as fast as my little wheels would allow. 

One of my favorite things in the world was being able to paint ceramics. On my grandmother's street sat a ceramic shop, where my mother would take me sometimes to paint the little creatures. My first pick to paint? A little striped chipmunk, like the ones that greet you when you go to Minnetonka Cave. 

                                         

From what I remember, my childhood was mostly spent outside. I would roam the streets and I loved every minute of it. My cousin and I would take our Barbies, strap them into their Jeeps, and haul them with a string down into the pasture and around the stream. 

But the best, the best, was the 4th of July. I remember waking up, eating the chuckwagon breakfast, and immediately getting on my bike to see who was lighting fireworks around the town. The parade and the cookout we would surely have with my cousins was the highlight of my whole summer. 

I went home this past weekend, and Paris isn't the same. But it hasn't been the same for awhile. Where businesses used to be now sit vacant buildings, some have even been through some sort of chameleon phase, transformed from one business to the next, until they're left to crumble. My elementary school, Paris Elementary, was built where my father's high school--Fielding High--once was. I went up to play with my family and I noticed how different everything looked. The paint was chipped on the building, the lawn was a jungle. 

Walking home from the elementary school, I passed six houses, four of which were empty. An elderly woman used to live in one, a family in the other. Right next to a best friend's house is an old house in Paris, built by one of the guys who helped build the tabernacle, I think. On the second floor is a balcony; underneath the wood, the brick is crumbling. 

Yesterday, I went up to the cemetery to visit my ancestor's graves. I passed through the rows, staring at the stones of many people passed. Some were so old they were broken in half and propped up against the base. Some didn't have flowers.

Did this person ride his bike down the street to get some ice cream? Did this person help build the tabernacle? Did he play in the stream that snaked it's way on the southern part of town? Was this the town that they left behind?

Behind me in the background, buzzed a four-wheeler. The driver made wide loops around his backyard, whipping up mud and spinning in circles. Each loop dug a trench deeper into the earth and the green of the grass slowly faded away. No need to worry; he would be gone by Monday. Then the grass could rest.

This is how things are in Paris. Someone moves or passes away and in their place is established a summer home. Usually, the summer home family comes up on the weekends or summer holidays. But you won't see a light on at Christmas. Many of the buildings, historical landmarks in my town, sit silent and lonely until the weather is just right. Then they get the pleasure of having someone's company. 

Leaving Paris is hard. Part of me feels like I should be the one coming back, buying a home and raising a family. Part of me feels like I should buy the house that is a historical landmark. Part of me knows I wouldn't rip up my backyard with a four-wheeler because I would live there. Part of me feels that I should give the house some company on Christmas. Some people may never know the pain that comes with watching a hometown disappear. I believe, though it's happening all over the world, that the people in Paris know acutely what it's like. 

I have to wonder what the founders of Paris had in mind for this pretty little town. I can't help but feel, that what it is turning into is quite the opposite. Did they know, when they built Fielding Academy, that soon it was going to be a pile of ashes? Did they know that their nickelodeon theater would be locked up so no one could enter? Did they know their streets would be nearly abandoned until a certain time of the year?

I think that my childhood--one filled with bikes, fireworks and Barbie safaris, will be something my children won't get to experience. I'm afraid they won't be able to ride up the street to see their grandma or to the store to buy penny candy. They probably won't get to experience the childhood of living in a small town. I cringe to think of what could happen when one day, our parents will leave and another summer home takes their place. Paris deserves something better than the promises of weekend visits and crumbling buildings. Paris deserves families to move in and continue the tradition of keeping a small town alive.

Driving through the island of Madeira, I noticed there were several small villages. Our taxi driver explained how many of the young adults left to go to different cities to find a life and work. As we passed through a mountainous village, I saw several elderly women working in the fields by their houses. One was digging, probably planting for the year. As we passed in the car, she looked up and I waved. We made eye contact and she waved back, with a smile on her face. 

Then, she kept on working.