Aquaponics Update

So I’m 30 years old now.

Nine months married.

Twenty months in a relationship. (Personal Record!)

Everything is great. There’s little tweaks to make…. we talk about them, but on the whole it’s great. Marriage is this wonderful comfortable space where I can not only spout my ideas ad nauseum, but my partner actually has at least middling interest in them! Who knew?!

I don’t remember EXACTLY what started the aquaponics project, but I think it started from returning from a “so-so” cruise of the Caribbean after reading a PHENOMENAL book, Radical Homemakers. The thesis of the book is how multi-national corporations have turned, and feed off of, the concept of the “household” being a unit of consumption. With better skills, at least one person not in the corporate work force, and a little design; you can revert the Household into a unit of production

It Begins

This idea absolutely energizes me and taps into the rare mercurial resource of Liz-Motivational-Energy. 

Many a wise-learned men across time have commented on the particularly difficulty in which to motivate a Liz-Unit to produce work. Most have died with the secret remaining buried.

Wow. Ok. I love drama. I’m leaving that there. 

Basically the reason why this “simple” reversal of household definition inside the post-industrial, post-information age is so radical is this:

Making little units of production of homes (and preferably co-living, multi-generational homes) FRACTURES on a molecular level (I’m imagining milk-homogenization here. WHAT A GREAT METAPHOR.) the current destructive nature of our major supply chain. Food shouldn’t have to travel 3000 miles produced by someone not making a living wage to provide less nutrients with more waste to an end consumer who can barely spare the time to shop for it. There is not a single person benefitted by this chain that is INSIDE the chain. The chain only serves to benefit money speculation outside of it or subsidize the cost of corporate operation by government campaign donors. 

Feminism. A lot of well-meaning feminists spend a lot of time on the equal-work/equal-pay issue. To me, this is a lot like counting how many water buckets were carried by whom while a house is on fire. I mean sure, we should ideally carry the same amount of equally filled water buckets, but HOLY SHIT LOOK BEHIND YOU. Second wave feminists proved they could be just as creative and executive in leadership roles in society as men, and that was important. But today I really really really really really really want to emphasize the VALUE-GAP between men and women. We have devalued the household* to the point where palatial-climate-controlled square footage stands empty day after day like some sort of weird tombstone to what used to exist in it’s place.  And cutting out what used to exist in it’s place is only making multi-national corporations fatter, and isolating society down to little worker-bee units that barely see their family and friends from lack of time.

Household* Skills of the home used to be an encompassing topic for how to function everyday. Nutrition and proper preparation of foods is the single greatest preventitive medicine from chronic illness. Having more people working from home (either IN the home or working remotely) also creates the environment to reconnect the generations OR create your own family with peers of your choosing which in turn creates economies of scale in terms of Time- Resource. Finding time to perform all the household task no longer becomes a Hobson’s Choice of Prioritization Roulette, everything simply gets done with the fact that most errands/chores need only be done once by one person and the effects are spreadable to nearly dozen people. Nuclear families cloistered off in their neat little units have the effect of making one person do every chore that only spreadable to themselves or occasionally the nuclear families. This is a recipe for burnout. The household as a unit of production has many tasks you see in small companies: administration, procurement, inventory, logistics, maitenance, personal development and training (kids), and sales. And it needs more than one person running the show.

Belle Starr would like some Developmentz plz


Anyways. Good to check in. 


Why some People are so Obsessed with the Myers-Briggs

I think one of the most baffling behaviors for people uninterested in mbti is just how persistent their pro-mbti friends are about the whole affair. It’s probably super-embarrassing like having a friend who claims everything is the fault of the Illuminati/ex-girlfriend. Or maybe to them it’s like a football game except there doesn’t seem to be any sane way to keep score. As I write this, I’m visualizing the faces of my non-mbti-friends when my husband unabashedly refers to someone as “J” in public. The question is plain: Why are you so obsessed with classifying people? It also leaves a bad taste in many people’s mouths. Isn’t it rude to judge people?

Unlike most things I’ve learned, I was actually in class when my soon to be obsession was introduced. We had just taken the MBTI metric as a class, and my graduate school professor was putting our different Sensing and Intuitive percentages on the board by student.

It wasn’t a big class, but casual observation would reveal a little over half of the class was on what is called the Sensing side of the spectrum. The other 40% was in the Intuitive side of the spectrum, but mostly at a preference score of less than 50%. Way out there all alone on the board was my name under 100% intuitive.

Now I believe there’s considerable margin of error and vast inadequacies with MBTI, but I couldn’t help noticing that in my already unusual population selection (graduate school) that I was even more unusual. This was…. surprising, unsettling, and curiosity-inducing.

Here’s a good/slightly overly-romantic overview of Sensing vs Intuiting (they call it Observing vs Intuiting): Sensing vs Intuitive

These traits determine communication style as well – Intuitive individuals talk about ideas and have no difficulties with allusions or reading between the lines, while Observant types focus on clarity, facts and practical matters. This is why Intuitive types are likely to find it quite challenging to understand someone with the Observant trait, and vice versa. The former may even think that the latter is materialistic, unimaginative and simplistic, and the latter may see their Intuitive conversation partner as impractical, naïve and absent-minded. Both sets of assumptions can be quite damaging and it takes a mature person to get past them – but statements like these are fairly common.

Discovering the Sensing vs Intuitive paradigm was simultaneously wondrous and devastating. I imagine finding the cure for a disease  you didn’t know you had is somewhere in this emotion-ballpark. The Intuitive stuff was old news, obviously, as I had such a strong preference for it. But reading about the Sensors, oh man. So much made sense all of sudden! This is why people are positively nuts for the question “what did you do that day?” (pet peeve) instead of the question “what did you think about today?” This is why people struggle so so so hard with a story that even slightly deviates from sequential order. This this this.

And well. Devastating things too right? This is why my friends/society are/is nicer to me when:

  1. I weigh less.
  2. Have better clothes/makeup.
  3. Visually document my travel.
  4. Visually document my social time.
  5. Visually document my work-out habits and participates in group rituals glorifying them. (I find this slightly inane.)
  6. Visually document how much my nuclear family unit loves me.
  7. Talk about how well I’m doing at work.
  8. Have a monogamous partner.
  9. Talk about the sequential order of the task I performed that day.

In short. Somewhat boring things…. since they would be imminently predictable based upon maybe 4 points of data about my place on this planet. (Here) When someone asks you how your trip to the Philippines was, the S-world doesn’t want you to respond with a rambling diatribe about tropical’s climates lack of food preservation probably leaves them ill-equipped for industrialization (THINK ABOUT IT). They want you to say it was:

“So beautiful. Just amazing. The water is SOOOO blue. The best blue. The fish was so fresh. Everyone I met is wonderful. The people there are so nice. Just really relaxed. They are so much happier even if they don’t have electricity.Scuba diving is so cool.”

So yes. The MBTI taught me the proper response to social-questions, which was a skill in dire need for me. It taught me, more importantly, that many people value very different things than I do. I was 23 when I discovered that probably a majority of my interaction hitherto produced a somewhat negative view of me. And well. That sucked.

I do a pretty good job at passing through S-world these days.( Population Stats) I visited one of my oldest and S-est friends this past weekend, and I enjoy her attention to crafting a sumptuous present condition, the focus of her attention, and the general steadfastness of her energy.

That being said. Here is a hilarious example of what it’s like being me in some S-conversation: I’m Plucky the Duck

I think of this video almost everyday.


My PCOS and the limits of modern medicine

It should be in my bio, and so I’ll make no secret of it here: I’m trying to get pregnant. 

Unfortunately I also carry around with me one of modern-medicines garbage-fire diagnosis’s of PCOS. As intimate as I am with PCOS it’s shocking to me that many people don’t know “what it is”, but I’ll try to do a quick summary for the uninitiated. 

Here is a representation of the processes and systems that need to happen in order for a woman to ovulate naturally and create a receptive environment for her embryo: 

Here is what PCOS looks like every month:

My point is that PCOS isn’t any one thing. It’s just the point in a person where we’ve noticed the collection of 100 things has collapsed into a pile on the ground. Most people will describe PCOS to you in terms of symptoms or as I prefer to think of it: the healthy-endocrine-system’s absence. But this is misleading. PCOS isn’t just your endocrine system deciding to produce thick facial hair one day… it’s rather more like a whole bunch of people (hormones) missed their ride because their train (thyroid adrenal pancreas axis) derailed. 

So Why?! What is this train and how do we go about picking it up? Well if you read any basic “ABCs of PCOS” or similar-titled article (which I wont link to save you a headache) you would probably get the idea that weight or body fat percentage is the derailed train. It’s true. Weight gain makes PCOS worse. Sometimes. 

Except many not-ever-fat persons develop PCOS too.

But diet! Surely it’s diet! 

Except many persons with excellent diet continue to have PCOS. In addition, many persons with deplorable diets remain blissfully PCOS free.

So we’re left with what in my opinion, is the clearest, and least talked about, “cause” of PCOS.

Your grandmother. 

More specifically the amount of pollution your grandmother was exposed to while your mother was in utero. That’s right folks, you wanted time travel, and you got it. My grandmother drinking water from the Cayuhoga River and breathing air from Mega Corp coal plants next door to her house in NINETEEN FIFTY FOUR mehtylized genes in mommy that would go on to create yours truly with the same instructions. (Remember, women are born with all their eggs. No hot tub avoidance for us!)


Cayuhoga River 1968. My grandmother wasn’t big on the view.

In addition, my own mother still lived in Cleveland once I decided to take up Utero-dence. By the time 1986 rolled around air and water were much better in Cleveland, but there was so much more new curios to deal with:

So, in summary, PCOS describes damaged adrenal-thyroid-ovarian systems. 

From pollution. 

From quite some time ago.

PCOS affects up to 20% of reproductive age women (That’s enormous!). Incidence Rates The first medical record of the syndrome dates from the 1930s. This is a very very new development for humans which some serious underlying malfunctioning so you can imagine my frustration when you go to the doctor and they be like: 

“My primary purpose is to prescribe birth control and ask about STDs. Also, you have a blood pressure. Good job.”

So hopefully I can now just send this post as a footnote whenever I reference PCOS. I’m currently taking a hilarious concoction of herbs to see if it does anything interesting. I’ll let you know how it goes.

Epigenetics Easy to Read

About the name and other rituals…

Did you know one of the ways cellphones, ipads, and “screens” in general has changed our communication is that it has made us more selective in making new friends? The easy access to communication with good friendships vs the state of affairs 50 years ago has caused us to “hold on” to friendships even after they move far far away. Apparently it was somewhat more common up until fairly recently to be all “Well they be gone: ¯\_(ツ)_/¯” when a friend moved away. 

Famous Russian reaction to the question “oh what happened to your friend?”

So with that little rejoinder, I hope, if nothing else, this blog is a somewhat entertaining way for me to keep in touch with all my contacts and friends that I like to call “legacy friends”. Legacy friends generally fall into two categories 1. You’ve known each other for a long long long time. 2. You went through “something” together. (Most people have an unusually high amount of legacy friends from college for example.)

If they stuck through this then they get a title damnit. 

The name Two Entps refers to my husband and me. We test as ENTP on something called the MBTI personality metric, and I am a newlywed so titling my blog after my new life in monogamy seemed a nice descriptive start for this chapter of events. The test/metric/whatchamacallit is basically a test people take to describe their personality. (No. It’s not a Facebook quiz.) Hopefully I can describe the theories behind the test in a non-boring and descriptive way so that it makes sense to people here. I have a lot of moments where I reference these concepts in judgey ways towards people so you seriously don’t want to miss out on that fun.

Ok. I’m glad I got that out. I’m recovering from strep throat today so I barely eked out a 3.3 loop for my run-walk. I have a half marathon coming up in two weeks soooo that’s going to get Real real soon.


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