Posts Tagged ‘ tea ’

System of the World

It’s the time of year for self-improvement, and contrary sort that I am I’ve been under-preforming by even my low standards.

So late this evening/early this morning, as I was wallowing about in a hungover daze unable to sleep and deeply dreading my next poo, I got out of my under-appreciated bed, put on my best writerly duds (more on that later this week, I think), and decided that I was going to Straighten My Life Out.  Shortly thereafter, the kitchen caught fire.

Okay — I exaggerated.  Some loose leaf tea got spilled under a burner, unnoticed, and it went up in smoke as the coils heated.  Not a life-altering disaster.  But enough to set the cat howling and to teach me that the smoke alarm, even unsafely and possibly illegally removed from its mounting, still carries enough battery charge to beep incessantly at 4 AM.

Fucker.

It’s sort of hard not to interpret something like that (ha! reading the tea leaves…) as a sign to leave well enough alone and go back to the old messy ways.  Aiding the temptation, the plethora of iPhone “organize your life” sorts of apps is so vast that picking one, learning its ins and outs, and getting all my various good intentions properly loaded into it is a massive To-Do list item just in and of itself.  Not inspiring.

But on the bright side I have a newly lowered standard for self-improvement achievements:  a day where I don’t set the stove on fire is a day where I’m making real progress toward better Geoffreyhood.

A standard we can all achieve?  Or has anyone had a self-improvement kick start out even worse?  Drop a comment and share your thoughts!

AFTERNOON UPDATE:  Managed to pour hot ham and bean soup all over my desk, chair, and carpet while eating lunch at the computer.  The success story rolls on.

Get Your Writerly Butt out of Your Writerly Chair

I really like drinking tea.  As a direct result our house has acquired more tea-things than any two people could ever need, even if two people whose friends are awesome friends that come over for parties with lacy hats and tiny little crustless sandwiches (ours aren’t).  These are just our favorite sets right now:

And there’s more mismatched cups and things kicking around, to say nothing of the basement full of Fiestaware at my parents’ house.  My father sneaks some of it into my luggage every time I visit for the holidays.  But you’ll notice the teacups all have something in common, and despite O Best Beloved’s urgings, it isn’t that they’re all flamingos (only five of the fourteen things pictured are flamingos, in fact, and around here that’s a pretty good average).  No, the shared-and-relevant characteristic is that they are all tiny. The biggest of those cups are the flamingos, weighing in at 80z., or about a 6oz. carry-it-to-my-desk-without-spilling capacity, and the rest are even smaller.

Two 32oz. pots of tea divided by one dainty little 4oz. cup equals a lot of trips to the kitchen and back.  For a writer, that’s a good thing.  An unprecedented stretch of full days off drove home the importance of my tiny tea cups forcibly:  without them, my butt falls asleep.  As anyone’s butt will when stuck in the same (cheap) chair and the same (hunched) posture for multiple eight-hour-plus days.  The tiny tea cup trips are my chance to get my writerly butt out of my writerly chair and recharge the mental batteries (important) as well as the feeling in my bottom (so much more important).

Non-tea-drinkers could emulate this strategy with any small, repeatable task.  It’s probably even possible to be the sort of person who gets up and stretches every hour because it’s a good thing to do — possibly in some esoteric yoga routine — but I’m very motivation-oriented (re:  bribe-requiring) about self-maintenance tasks like that.  So give yourselves reasons to get up!  Regular, brief tasks keep the butt happiest (and I fear that sentence is going to get me some strange incoming search terms).  This is probably why so many writers take up smoking, now that I think about it.

How do you keep your butt happy?  Believe me when I say that inquiring minds want to know…

The Writing Life: How to Thoroughly Abuse Caffeine

You know, my father had this crazy mnemonic device for remembering all the exceptions to the “I before E except after C” rule, but I don’t think “caffeine” appears anywhere in it.  Maybe they didn’t have caffeine back when he was learning it?  It was only isolated as a chemical substance in 1820, after all.

OH, SNAP.

But however you spell it, caffeine is the lifeblood of many writers.  For some it’s the only way to meet multiple deadlines.  For others it extends productivity beyond an eight-hour work day and a four-hour evening with a spouse, creating a third time window to get personal projects done in.  And some people just like being wired.  So let’s talk a little bit about caffeine — what it is, where it comes from, and how you should be using it for maximum effectiveness.

Some Basic Chemistry

First thing to understand, caffeine is a poison, specifically a naturally-occurring herb/pesticide.  Coffee seedlings produce caffeine naturally as a way of killing both insects that might eat them and sibling-seedlings that might outgrow them.  So you’re ingesting a chemical designed to aggressively fuck with the body chemistry of its victim when you have a cup of coffee or whatever.

Fortunately, stuff designed to kill tiny insects and vulnerable baby plants isn’t all that effective against grown human beings.  Instead of paralyzing and eventually killing us (well, maybe it will some day), caffeine gives our central nervous system a kick in the pants that we feel as increased alertness and wakefulness.  This happens because most of our bloodstream flows through things big and heavy enough to completely ignore the chemical; the exception is the brain, which soaks up the caffeine like a sponge and attaches fiddly little bits to it in a weird chemical process that, let’s be realistic here, you don’t care much about.

Shit happens in your brain, all right?

And after that happens you wake up.  Simple, right?  If only.  Actually getting an effective night’s work out of caffeinated beverages — as opposed to a night of obsessively intense toenail clipping, say — might as well be voodoo prayer for all modern science can guide you.  100mg of caffeine as contained in a cup of coffee hits the body differently than 100mg in a caffeine pill, and that’s not even taking into consideration the way that different people’s metabolisms and tolerances will handle the same dosage.  Fear not, we’ll cover it all.

Delivery Method

So your first consideration here is how the caffeine is getting into the body.  Consumed in a beverage, the chemical caffeine is absorbed into the bloodstream via the stomach and intestinal lining.  It’s usually soaking its way through your tissues (including the all-important brain bits) within half an hour to an hour of your first sip.  There isn’t a whole lot other chemicals can do to speed this process up, so be aware — energy drinks with an “instant effect” are generally loading your body up with sugar and more exotic compounds to give you a buzz until the caffeine kicks in.  If you’re a traditionalist, you’ll want to give yourself a good half-hour plus between the cup of coffee/tea/soda and when you want to be shifting into high gear.

For those looking to shortcut the process a bit, pill-form caffeine comes unadulterated and slips into the bloodstream more quickly.  Don’t look for a huge leap in how quickly you feel the rush, though — the pill still has to be broken down by the stomach, the chemical caffeine freed, and the lining of the stomach/intestines penetrated.  From there it’s a short trip via the bloodstream to the liver, which breaks the caffeine down even further and reduces the amount affecting the brain — harshing your vibe, man.  If you’ve never been in a fraternity, the next alternative is going to sound a little weird.

Has anyone NOT used this image on their blog?

Yeah, so, as John Belushi no doubt knew (he wasn’t ever in a fraternity, but he sure did a lot of drugs), you can skip around the whole lame filtration thing your digestive system likes to do if you start at the wrong end.  Putting coffee straight up your pooper is a sure-fire way to a) wake the hell up, b) burn yourself in a really hard-to-explain place, and c) crap partially-drained-of-chemicals brown sludge back out for the next half-hour.  If you’re not catching the editorial slant here, just make the damn coffee a half-hour early.  Seriously.

Additives

Of course, the demand for energy now (without putting things in your butt) is never going to go away so long as keggers and pop quizzes continue to exist in the same demographic group.  The easiest shortcut is the one I already mentioned:  most traditional soft drinks combine caffeine-containing substances with good ol’ fashioned glucose for a quick metabolic jolt.  The body snacks on the sugars for fast energy, the brain hooks up with caffeine for slower rewards, and everything is smooth sailing.  Right?

Of course, it probably still contained cocaine when they made this ad.

Well, sort of.  The two “buzzes” are totally independent of one another, and depending on your metabolism may or may not complement one another very well.  If you have a faster metabolism, you may well find yourself burning through the sugar in well under half an hour and feeling just about ready for a nap by the time the caffeine starts to take hold.  Other people with slower metabolisms may get an unpredictable double-whammy of sugar-high and caffeine-buzz, but only after feeling drowsily unaffected for the first twenty-plus minutes.

If you’ve been in a truck stop lately you know the currently-popular solutions:  taurine, ginseng, and B-vitamins, predominantly B6 and B12.  You’ve probably heard of guarana too, but don’t worry about that — it’s just another seed that contains high levels of caffeine, like coffee but a little bigger and fruitier-tasting.  Taurine and B-vitamins, on the other hand, have no stimulant properties to speak of on their own, though people are desperately trying to prove that they do.  What they can do — arguably — is speed up the rate at which your body breaks chemicals down, turning coffee and similar steeped caffeine extracts (like the guarana syrups used in energy drinks) into brain-poison that much faster.

Dosage

Needless to say, this makes dosage a little challenging.  If the presence of taurine (just for example) can help shove an energy drink’s caffeine content to your brain significantly faster, does it matter much what the label says the caffeine content is?

Not much, is the overall answer.  The additives in the drink-of-choice aren’t the only factor turning your caffiene dosage into a giant crap shoot; what you ate for dinner has just as much effect on how quickly the delivery method (coffee, tea, caffeine pills in your bum, etc.) takes to actually get an effective amount of caffeine to your brain as the other crap you paid to have added.  The only way to be sure you’re going to get a good, long caffeine buzz (and an effective dose can last you up to twelve hours, depending once again on all sorts of crazy factors) is to take significantly more than you realistically need.  And that has its own negative consequences:

Tolerance

Your brain is one adaptive motherfucker.  Caffeine works because it latches onto specific types of receptors, just like the really boring image above showed.

This one.

Once that starts happening regularly, your brain compensates by making other shit to latch onto those receptors, the neurochemical equivalent of a wife buying her cheating husband porn so he’ll stay at home.  It can take as little as a week to develop a total immunity to the mental (meaning the sleep-replacing) effects of caffeine if you’re seriously overdosing.

So What the Hell Do You Do?

Right, the title of this post sort of implied advice, didn’t it?  Well, here’s the poop:

  • Stay the hell away from energy drinks.  All they do is mess with your internal chemistry to get the caffeine to the brain faster — once it’s there, the massive overdose doesn’t do you any more good than it would have if you’d just had a pot of coffee.  It’s actually worse for you, because the more concentrated dose will burn off faster.  Sipping through several cups of hot tea/coffee helps spread the load out and makes the buzz last longer.
  • Be cautious of anything with sugar in it.  Sodas are the worst offenders, but even coffee with sugar risks jump-starting the metabolism so far that it’s moved into its sleepy digestive cycle by the time the caffeine kicks in.  You’ll end up feeling simultaneously in need of rest and unable to relax, more commonly known as “jittery.”
  • Prepare ahead of time if you do plan on caffeinating.  You want to give the caffeine at least an hour to really kick in to be sure of a good alertness when you need it.
  • Space your binges out.  Caffeine tolerance is built by constant exposure, not extreme exposure; getting seriously wired one night won’t kick your brain into addiction-mode unless you surround it with days of lower-level intake.  Try to surround any seriously caffeine-dependent night by at least two days of “cold turkey” on either side to get the most mileage out of your buzz.

Of course, the real caffeine freaks in the audience probably stopped reading two paragraphs in and went back to check their e-mail for the 3,567th time this morning, huh?  Congratulations if you made it this far…tell us what your secret is down in the comments section if you like; I’m off to grab a cup of coffee.

Writing Life: Tea Dreams

Argh god crap dammit late argh.

Did anyone even notice?  Any road.  Today’s post is once again not about pony stories, but instead is about…tea.  Tea, and dreams of success.

I think anyone who’s gotten as far as mailing out submissions in a serious way (is “gotten” even a word?  Spellchecks always like it, but I just think it sounds awful…) has probably had their own private little success-fantasy, the dream-world moment where suddenly they’re the next Steven King/Neil Gaiman-style pop icon, or the next David Foster Wallace critical runaway, or whoever.  Maybe it involves going to conventions filled with screaming fans, or spending a year as a prestigious university’s Writer in Residence.  Maybe it’s more along the lines of making piles of money, buying a private property in the woods, and never speaking to anyone except your editor again (and can’t we all just wait to see what J. D. Salinger was cranking out in the bunker, now that some relative gets to sell it all off?).

I’m going to break the whole stream of thought here to draw your attention to the end of the last sentence — this is another formatting thing I wonder about; I know that when you have a parenthetical thought (and I have lots of them) you don’t end it with any punctuation, and if it falls at the end of the sentence, you put the final punctuation of the sentence outside the closing parentheses (parenthes?).  But (see, I just did it again) sometimes there’s a parenthetical that ends in punctuation itself, usually a question mark, but sometimes even something even more complicated:

“No!” she snapped, and tried not to think of Elizabeth (who would have just laughed and said “Tell him no, but don’t be rude about it.”).

Isn’t that awful?  Period, close-quotes, close-parentheses, period.  Four punctuation marks in a row; that’s practically a new form of sentence.  Anyway, you see what I’m getting at — just another of those more uncommon formatting situations that I’m never quite sure of the rules in, and haven’t had a lot of luck finding a solid answer on.  They say good things about Eats Shoots and Leaves, but during my bookstore leafing-throughs it struck me more as an interesting coffee-table book than a reference guide — anyway, back to the original train of thought here.  Just a quick two paragraphs or so of, well, parenthetical thought.

So fantasies of success.  Pretty natural in most fields, I assume — or maybe not; maybe the science Ph.D.s I know just do their work and never think about how awesome it would be to be That One Dude whose papers they all base their work on (it may also be a lot less fun to be That One Dude in, say, nuclear physics).  And mine always involve tea.

The love-affair with good tea is reasonably recent.  I moved to the city I live in now about two years ago with a bag-of-Twinnings standard for tea-drinking, which I still go back to once in a while.  But there are two tea-houses within walking distance of me (I know, right?) where you can kill a good afternoon relaxing and trying the different kinds out for a modest price, and that turns you into a snob awfully quickly.  So we went from microwaving water and dropping the bag in to getting an actual tea kettle and a little mesh ball for looseleaf, and a while later we added a couple of teapots (with matching cups), and now I’m starting to dream of the day where it can all be right there on my desk.

The desk in this vision is not very important; I use one of those Office Depot not-actually-wood desks that at least manages a passable impression, and that gets me by just fine.  It lacks drawers, but I just lose stuff if I have drawers.  But on top of the desk, I have a large mug, a little metal teapot with an infuser basket set into it (probably with dragons on it, ’cause why the hell not?), a couple of spice canisters of looseleaf, and an electric kettle (I’m not usually a big electric gadgets person in the kitchen, but saving trips to the stove is a big part of this fantasy).

It’s a nice, modest dream, I think.  Whatever else may come of the writing, enough success to ensconce myself with tea and tea-making paraphernalia that are mine, part of the basic supplies of my desk, not a subset of the kitchen (which, okay, is also my domain, but it’s not the same thing).  And realistically, I could probably go out and get all that today for under fifty bucks — I know where I can get a good deal on this stuff, after all.  But it wouldn’t be the same — and the cats would knock it all over anyway; a room with a door is also an integral part of this fantasy.  Sorry, sweetie.

And that’s the dream for today!  Sorry for the late post.  I would say that life got crazy, but honestly, I slept from midnight until noon — the usual “been burning the candle at both ends a little too long” shutdown response.  Hopefully things’ll get a little more consistent now.

EDITED ADDITION:  Also, why does WordPress think that a “possibly related entry” is “anime tour of my sexuality”?  I’ll admit, I was too much of a coward to click the link and look for connections…

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