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Six years, ten months in LA and I still haven’t been discovered. Why stay, right?

Kidding. I’m not kidding about leaving, though. We really are picking up and moving this family in slightly over a month, headed for the windy city. The opportunity, weighing process, and decision to go all came in less than a week. And the final word on all of this happened April 30.

It’s funny how plans, expectations, life trajectories can change in moments. I remember the day Jeremy interviewed for this job. He called me, sort of raved about his time with Chicago, and suddenly we were both asking ourselves, “Could we consider leaving? Now?” We hung up agreeing to dial our respective sets of parents to see if they’d think we were crazy.

If you know us AT ALL, you know that we have come to LOVE this city. Los Angeles is our first real home as the junior Manns. We love our apartment. We love our neighborhood. We love our friends. Our time here has been more rich with blessing than we ever could have imagined two years ago. We weren’t looking for a reason to leave.

But God gave us a reason. A couple reasons, actually. And now–after the decision has been made and we’re jumping into moving plans–an abundance of reasons. Thank God (literally). I feel incredibly confident we’re doing the right thing. And as a result, I’m beyond excited to discover what God has for us in Chicago.

I hear it’s even more of a city than LA. I’m told you can actually get rid of a car and depend on public transportation. I know it must get colorful in the fall there. I think Chicago and I will get along just fine. And my grandma is only 6 hours away.

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Holy toe-lito. Has it ever been raining here. Not sissy LA rain. REAL rain. Terrential rain. And hail. Thunder too, with lightning of course.

It’s awefully pleasant. Sometimes I think it would be romantic to live in a place where it rained an obscene amount of the year, or even an obscene amount of one particular season. Truth is, though, rain can get old. And–although I hate to admit it–depressing. But not this kind of rain.

This kind of rain is romantic. There’s a kind of storm-buzz in the air. Life suddenly feels strangely different, like we’re all playing parts in some big theatrical drama the universe is putting on. I love that about this weather. Especially here in LA, where it’s rare and unexpected. It’s like experiencing a city-wide blackout; everyone is suddenly on their toes in a kind of excited disbelief of what’s happening. Finally, adventure at our very own doorsteps.

I think our lives should be epic. Sometimes I playfully tell people I try to make my life feel as much like a movie as possible. But there’s some real truth to that and I think it’s good. A great movie shows little bits of life as meaningful parts of a whole. Everything matters, and with the help of music, camera angles, and good acting, we’re moved by a unique glimpse of life through a story. Yes, it’s true: some films are over the top, or too simplistic, or simply not realistic. But we go too far when we assume life–real life–is no where near as romantic. That we do not actually live in moving, meaningful stories, and that we can only get them from books and movies.

We do live in moving, meaningful stories. Epic stories. I think God wants us to remember that. I believe that more and more as I study the way He’s worked in history, as well as how He’s said it ends. I guess that’s why I like the stormy days so much. It’s fun to run out to my car in the pooring rain at night, only to get inside seconds before the hail starts. It’s good for me. It’s a nice change.

a most agreeable morning

We just had the most delightful morning, jaunting about the neighborhood. We made our way by residential streets to The Coffee Pot, a local coffee stop on Sunset (new to us). The sun was out, the air was clear, and shaded areas were pleasant enough for a light sweater. Meandering through the hills of Echo Park, we found these friends:

After stopping at The Coffee Pot for a Strawberry smoothie and some good conversation, we made our way down to the lake for a nice walk amongst the local wildlife.

To finish the trek, we stopped at Chango for my favorite breakfast burrito in town. Jeremy found the LA times and I found a flier about someone who teaches piano lessons in the neighborhood.

The walk back was as pleasant as it all began. What a lovely thing it is to live in Los Angeles.

In other news, Jeremy is now the owner of a 1971 Honda CB 350. It’s red and black. Well, see for yourself:

We love it. I mean how could you not? We’re dying to tool around town on it together, but Jeremy is still in his permit stage of motorcycle licensure (which means no riding with a passenger) and I still need a helmet. For now, it’s a great way to get Jeremy to run a quick errand.

we are what we eat

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Well. We joined a co-op. I know what you’re thinking. It has to be one of three things:

1. What the heck is a co-op?

2. ERIN? Joining a CO-OP? What happened to my non-health-conscious, junky-food-loving [friend/daughter/sister/in-law/other-appropriate-relational-title]?

3. They’ve been in Echo Park for more than a year now. It was bound to happen.

If you’re in the camp that was pondering #1, let me explain exactly what “we joined a co-op” means. A co-op–or, a food co-op, to be more precise–is a form of something known as community supported agriculture, or CSA. We join, or subscribe to, a group of local farms from which we’ll receive a weekly box of produce. Our group is called Abundant Harvest. You don’t choose what’s in your box; the farmers fill it with whichever crops are in season and ready to be harvested. It comes just like this:

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It’s all organic. And the point is to eat more (as well as a wider variety of) real food that is good for you, rich in nutrients, and grown by people you can actually meet, as opposed to mass-producing farms across the country (or the world, for that matter.) That’s good.

Well now that you know what a co-op is (or at least have a bit of an idea… I would encourage following my link to Abundant Harvest’s website above to find out more), I’ll address those of you who were thinking #2. (I’ll be clear right now: I’m not going to address the #3′s. Valid thinking, #3′s.)

I guess for me, my great awakening came as a result of this book: In Defense of Food: An Eater’s Manifesto, the tag line of which is “Eat food. Not too much. Mostly plants.”

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The book is by a guy named Michael Pollan; an author, journalist, activist, and professor of journalism at UC Berkeley. It’s a book you should read, regardless of whether or not you care about health and eating. It’s an extremely interesting read about American Nutritionism, the Western diet, and the simple answers to our unending list of questions about what we should eat as a result of our obsession with so-called “health.”

To give you a taste of what this book is about, Pollan makes these five suggestions in his chapter entitled “Eat Food: Food Defined:”

1. Don’t eat anything your great grandmother wouldn’t recognize as food. (The idea is that a few generations back, we were still eating real food, not mass marketed “food products” processed and packaged to look like real food, but made with significantly less nutrients and significantly more unnatural ingredients. His example: Go-gurt. Would your great grandma see a package of go-gurt and think maybe it was toothpaste?)

2. Avoid food products containing ingredients that are a) unfamiliar, b) unpronounceable, c) more than five in number, or that include d) high-fructose corn syrup. (These are some hallmarks of processed food labels. For example, a loaf of bread shouldn’t have 41 ingredients, half of which you’ve never heard of and/or can’t pronounce. Apparently this is the case with Sara Lee’s Soft & Smooth Whole Grain White Bread.)

3. Avoid food products that make health claims. (The foods with the most license to make health claims don’t have packages to make them on, for one. Also, foods that need to make bold health claims in order to convince you they’re healthy are often making claims off of “incomplete and often erroneous” science.)

4. Shop the peripheries of the supermarket and stay out of the middle. (You’re more likely to pick up real food here. The most processed foods are typically found in the middle aisles.

5. Get out of the supermarket whenever possible. (Because even the most real foods you’ll find in the supermarket are likely grown and raised in environments that cause them to be far less nutrient-rich as a result of modern industrial agriculture.)

This book has had a profound impact on the way I think about eating, and how to live life in general. We’re a part of a generation that increasingly has no idea how to prepare a meal without taking a trip to Fresh and Easy for something pre-marinaded that we can pop in the oven. We’re lovers of all things easy and convenient, often at the cost of growth and quality. The food that we eat has an impact on far more than our own personal health and well-being. Eating real food is a service to the entire food chain, and a step in the right direction for cultivating a healthy culture, environment, and world. Let’s be wise stewards of what God has entrusted to us here on Earth.

summer things

I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: I love summer. Not just the months that technically make it up, or the lack of work and school–more the weather, the patterns of sunlight, and all the things you tend to do as a result. Lately, Jeremy and I have been very intentional about squeezing all we possibly can out of our last days of summer.

Friday we spent the afternoon at the J Paul Getty Museum in Los Angeles. We had a picnic lunch on the lawn and then took advantage of their “Realism to Impressionism” tour. Here are my two favorite paintings we looked at on the tour:

The Farewell of Telemachus and Eucharis1. The Farewell of Telemachus and Eucharis, Jacques-Louis David, 1818 (this one’s my first favorite… also the first and earliest painting we looked at on the tour)

The Rue Mosnier with Flags2. The Rue Mosnier with Flags, Édouard Manet, 1878 (a close second… this one looks especially neat in person because the strokes are very thick and splotchy)

If you’ve never been to the Getty, you should go–even if you’re not into art. The architecture of the place is a sight in itself, the grounds are green and lush, the art is diverse and beautiful, and the views of Los Angeles are worth the trip. It’s free, too. Check it out.

After the Getty, we drove our bikes down to Santa Monica for some riding on the beach. Riding bikes is something you should try to do a lot of in the summertime. Last night we rode to LA’s best Gillato stop, and this week we plan to ride to both the Arclight and Griffith Park. Jeremy rides my mountain bike when we’re together, because it has a hard time keeping up with his slick vintage road bike (which he lets me ride). What a husband. This is kind of what his bike looks like:

Red Centurion

Yesterday we got up early to go on a neighborhood walk for District No. 13 (this is the district office Jeremy is working for this summer) and then had a delicious brunch at a new found gem in Silverlake called Madame Matisse. I had the best french toast of my life there, but we both decided the name was bad because we couldn’t remember it for the life of us.

All this fun and exploring on bikes has us thinking about ditching one of our cars. The Mazda has been in the shop for over a month now, and we’ve faired surprisingly well without it. I know it’s summer, but we’re seriously questioning the need for us to have two cars for the next couple years. Jeremy can bike to school when he needs to, and I always have the metro as a last resort. There are only a couple days a week max one of us absolutely needs a car. We’d really do best off with maybe 1.5 cars. So we’re toying with the idea of getting one of these babies:

Red Honda Bike

For fun, Saturday we did a little recon at a local vintage motorcycle shop in Silverlake. We found a little Honda 350 just like this one–teal instead of red–that I pretty much fell in love with. Now don’t panic. We would of course never take a bike like this (or any kind of motorcycle for that matter) on the freeway. If we did buy a bike like this, it would only be for tooling around on sidestreets.

I start work tomorrow, but summer isn’t really over until Jeremy’s school year begins. I hope you feel inspired to make the most of your summer. We’ll keep you posted on ours.

so as not to be a hypocrite

Lately I’ve been getting on other people for not keeping up with their blogging (aka supplying me with my favorite  pastime), so I figured I better not let myself fall too behind, even though I’ve had not much of anything to say recently.

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There’s a nice picture of Jeremy and I, in case you miss our smiling faces.

Well, like I said, I graduated. So summer is here and what do you know I’m also 23. Graduation was marvelous and my birthday was awesome. Now I’m studying for the NCLEX (National Council Licensure Examination. Translation: Big huge test I take to get my nursing license so I can practice as an RN). It’s not absolutely taking over my life, but it’s how I spend much of my time these days.

Also, a piece of not so good news: my start date at UCLA in the CTICU has officially been moved from August 23 to sometime in January 2010. Not cool (in the world of nursing new grads, that’s kind of like losing your job entirely), but I think I’m going to make it. You can read more about that here, on my nursing class’s blog (no sense writing about it all over again).

As far as other news goes, there really isn’t much. And I’m in no mood to be insightful. Chances are I love you and maybe miss you too. Peace.