Celluloid Club: Amy (2015)

Wow, so it's been a long time, huh?

I've been trying to figure out what exactly happened that resulted in no blog posts for the last seven  months. My knee-jerk reaction is to blame it on the fact that we adopted a puppy last fall (which is WAY more work than you think it's going to be, trust me), but that was in October, and the blog posts dried up in August. So I've really got no one to blame but myself, though in retrospect my SIBO treatment took up an absurd amount of my "free time", to say nothing of my full-time job and all the extra household chores I was saddled with while my partner was working 12-hour overnight shifts. So on second thought, I'm going to cut myself some slack and give this blogging thing another go.

Truth be told, I had more or less forgotten about this blog, but then I watched Amy over the weekend and found that I was still mulling it over three days later and had no one to talk to about it (for all his fine points, sadly my partner does not share my documentary obsession). And then I remembered that one of the things I had hoped to do with this blog when I started it last year was review documentaries, and maybe I should get back to it. (Side note: Making a Murderer came out during my hiatus from blogging, which is such a bummer! Is it too late to blog about that? Because boy oh boy, do I ever have some thoughts about that series.) 

So let's talk about Amy.


When I think about Amy Winehouse, I can't help but think of my mom. My mom is the first person who introduced me to her music, she had watched her Grammy performance and must have bought me the CD for my birthday that year, because I have no memory whatsoever of buying it for myself. And of course, Amy's very public battle with substance abuse was reminiscent of my mother's own lifelong struggle with alcohol addiction. My mom attempted suicide two times before finally succeeding in 2013, and one weird detail I remember about the first attempt is listening to Amy Winehouse a lot in the following weeks, particularly Rehab, and feeling so sad that there wasn't more I could do to help my mom get better.

When Amy Winehouse died in 2011, I felt profound sorrow. Sure, I was a fan, but not a huge fan per se; I only owned Back to Black and at the time of her death that album was nearly six years old, it wasn't exactly in heavy rotation at that point. What I felt sad about--what I still feel sad about--was how lonely her life must have been. It's been reported that her last hours were spent drinking alone in her home, occasionally forcing her bodyguard to watch YouTube videos of her singing. If that image doesn't completely break your heart, you must be a robot. A lot of people talk about her "wasted" talent, and I don't think that's fair. Of course I'm sad that I'll never get to hear a new Amy Winehouse song, but I'm even more sad that she battled her addictions so publicly and for so long, but ultimately lost. I'm sad that Amy Winehouse needed to numb herself rather than truly experience her life. I'm sad for Amy for all same reasons that I'm sad for my mom.

I know it seems like I've written several paragraphs about Amy Winehouse but not a single word about Amy the film, but to watch the film is to sit with these feelings for two hours without coming away with any true understanding of what exactly went wrong for her. If that sounds like a bad review please know that it isn't. This movie is thoughtful, honest, and haunting in equal measures.

Verdict: Watch this movie, it's amazing. I think that even if I wasn't a fan of Amy Winehouse and even if my life hadn't been impacted by addiction or overdose, I would still be moved by this movie, because it's just that well-crafted. Honestly the only thing that I didn't like about this movie was the use of subtitles when Amy was singing. The subtitles were definitely warranted, because without them it sometimes just sounds like a bunch of gibberish, but it was just really poorly executed; the font they chose and the coloring made it look like the movie was released in 2005 rather than 2015 and it was jarring enough to take me out of the scene completely. But that is such a small piece of a movie that is in all other ways amazing, and truthfully I feel a bit of a jerk for bringing it up, so please don't let that stop you. Just watch it already. 4 out of 5 stars.

Recipe: Peanut Butter Sea Salt Nice Cream

One of things that has surprised me the most about the low-FODMAP diet is discovering how much I miss sweets. Specifically, ice cream. This came as a surprise to me because prior to embarking on this journey, I wasn't all that crazy about sweets. In retrospect I was probably satisfying my sweet tooth by eating a ton of carbs and drinking alcohol, because aren't those things processed by the body as sugar? Or did I just make that up? At any rate, I've developed a pretty hardcore sweet tooth and have had a hard time satisfying it since most sweeteners are off-limits.

Enter "nice cream".

I first learned about "nice cream" in college from a friend who was on a wacky restrictive diet at the time (possibly the Raw Foods Diet?). "Nice cream" is a cutesy term for vegan ice cream, and almost always means blended frozen bananas (though I'm sure banana-less nice cream recipes exist, but they probably require an ice cream maker, which I definitely do not have). It turns out that blending frozen bananas turns them into a creamy, sweet, lovely, custard-like treat. I had forgotten all about nice cream until very recently, because like many things from my college days, I thought it better left in the past with the rest of the regrettable decisions from my early 20s. But after stumbling upon some drool-worthy pictures on Instagram, I just had to give it another shot.


I figured peanut butter nice cream would be a winner because it's been my go-to snack lately when I need energy (or something sweet) in a hurry, and added a pinch of salt after drooling over some an article in an old Food Network magazine that suggested adding salt to ice cream (because why not?).

Peanut Butter Sea Salt Nice Cream

What You Need

Ingredients
2 large, ripe bananas
1/4 cup peanut butter (I prefer Adam's)
Sea salt to taste (I prefer Himalayan pink)
Unsweetened vanilla almond milk (optional)

Equipment
Knife
Cutting board
Freezer-safe container
Food processors or blender
Spatula

Instructions
1. Start with ripe bananas (overly ripe is ok too!). Peel and cut the bananas into small chunks and freeze until solid, at least 1-2 hours, but ideally overnight. (Tip: I like to have a few frozen bananas on hand for smoothies, so I highly recommend buying in bulk and freezing ahead of time. I sometimes find overly ripe bananas on sale and will buy them just to freeze. I find that these Ziploc containers are the perfect size for one banana, and since my partner absolutely hates bananas I know he appreciates me keeping them out of the rest of the tupperware!)

2. Transfer the bananas to a strong blender or food processor and blend until smooth and creamy (I think a food processor would be ideal, but since I couldn't find the blade for ours I ended up using our blender and it worked out fine.) Blending will take some time and patience, as you may need to pause from time to time to stir and make adjustments. I added a tiny bit of almond milk to keep things moving and periodically scraped the sides of the blender with a spatula. Because the bananas are frozen solid, they're more or less the same consistency as ice cubes, so if your blender has an "ice crush" setting that would be tremendously helpful for this!

3. Add the peanut butter, sea salt, and anything else you might like in there and continue to mix. Serve immediately and enjoy! It will have the consistency of soft serve at this point, but I suppose you could but it back in the freezer for a bit if you wanted a more traditional ice cream texture. But be warned that if you leave it for too long (or decide to save your leftovers, should you somehow manage to have any leftovers) it will be as hard as a rock and may benefit from another whirl in the blender in that case!

I'm pretty limited by my low-FODMAP diet, but if I had no restrictions here are some mix-ins I would be experimenting with:

- Cherries, blackberries, basically any berries
- Macadamia nuts, pistachios, pine nuts, almonds (again, basically any nuts)
- Marshmallows
- Chocolate chunks/chips
- Nutella
- Caramel
- Pretzels
- Oats
- Raisins
- Thin Mints, or virtually any cookie you can think of

Sigh. Maybe someday.

Someone Else's Words: Thanks For This Day


The SIBO Struggle: Treatment, Part 2

Last month I posted about my SIBO diagnosis as well as the first phase of my treatment. In case you don't feel like reading either of those posts (and to be honest I don't blame you if you don't!), the TL;DR recap is that after nearly 8 years of stomach issues I finally received a diagnosis of SIBO, which is a fancy way of saying there was too much bacteria in my small intestine and it was causing a whole bunch of health problems. My naturopath and I crafted a treatment plan to repair and restore good gut bacteria. The treatment has three stages:

1. Antibiotic treatment (2 weeks)
2. Low-FODMAP elimination diet and supplements (8 weeks)
3. Low-FODMAP reintroduction diet (indeterminate)

I completed phase one in early June and have been slogging through phase two for the past seven weeks.  

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Photo courtesy of The Commons.

Before we talk about the diet, we need to talk about FODMAPs. I've been following this diet for seven weeks and I'm still a little fuzzy on the science, so I'm going to let my good friend Wikipedia explain: FODMAPs are short chain carbohydrates (oligosaccharides), disaccharides, monosaccharides and related alcohols that are poorly absorbed in the small intestine. These include short chain (oligo-) saccharide polymers of fructose (fructans) and galactose (galactans), disaccharides (lactose), monosaccharides (fructose), and sugar alcohols (polyols) such as sorbitol, mannitol, xylitol and maltitol.

I've actually been following a modified version of the low-FODMAP diet, but for the sake of simplicity I tell people I follow the low-FODMAP diet because it's just not worth explaining the fine print. But there are a few key differences between the two. For starters, I can't eat any grains whatsoever, including rice and oats, which are usually allowed on the low-FODMAP diet. I also can't have sugar or corn syrup, which cuts out a huge number of foods (take a look at the nutrition information the next time you eat just about anything, there's a 90% chance it's got sugar or corn syrup in it for ABSOLUTELY NO REASON). I also can't have lactose, which means most dairy is off-limits (except for most cheeses, thank goodness!). I'm also not allowed to have garlic and onion, which, like sugar and corn syrup, are in just about everything. There are also a whole host of fruits and vegetables that I can't have, including apples, cherries, watermelon, avocados, potatoes, and corn, just to name a few.  Most condiments, sauces, and marinades are out of the question. Oh, and beans! I can't do beans. Also: chocolate.

If that sounds extremely limiting, it's because it is. I said in my first post that this experience has been one of the most physically and psychologically challenging experiences of my life, and while I cringe now at how melodramatic that sounds, it still rings true. This diet has not only completely changed the way I eat, but it has also dramatically changed how I think about food and health. Some days I feel like I am eating constantly, while other days I feel like I've barely eaten anything. Some days I feel ravenously hungry and unsatisfied no matter how much I eat, while other days I feel completely disinterested or repulsed by food. Large meals have become a thing of the past, instead I graze all day long, mostly on fruits, vegetables, and cheese. I lug a huge bag of food with me everywhere I go, but if I run out of food or things come up unexpectedly I end up eating some pretty pathetic "meals", the worst being the time I ate 80 almonds in my car on the way to Zumba so that I would have something in my stomach before working out for an hour.

Perhaps the most difficult thing, aside from longing for things like pizza and french fries, is the amount of time and effort I have to invest in eating this way. Eating lots of fresh fruits and vegetables means more frequent trips to the grocery store (or old, sad, wilted produce). It has also meant that I devote a huge chunk of every day to preparing food, whether to be consumed immediately or to take to work the next day. I work full-time and commute about an hour each way, which means I'm devoting ten hours a day to work. Sometimes I just don't have the energy to pack a lunch for the following day, but I have to suck it up and do it anyway because I can't stop to pick something up, because restaurants are definitely not an option on this diet. The kitchen is always a mess and I just can't seem to stay on top of the dishes, which also means that I'm neglecting other housework. I resent that I have to spend so much time planning and preparing meals, and I resent that I don't have more variety in my diet. At times it feels as though I've been eating the same meals for seven weeks straight, probably because that's mostly true.

But it's not all bad. Thankfully I can still have my daily cup of coffee, but since half and half is out of the question, I've been alternating between hot bulletproof coffee and iced coffee with almond milk and honey. I've effectively curbed the sugar addiction I didn't even know I had (try going cold turkey and you'll learn just how much sugar you've been eating!), and to my surprise I don't really miss grains or any of the other "illegal" foods. I've lost at least ten pounds and have more energy. But most importantly, I feel better. Most of my SIBO symptoms have all but disappeared, but when I do have the occasional flare-up I can usually pinpoint what caused it thanks to this diet. I'm so glad I did this, and I'm so proud of myself and impressed with my discipline, but I also hope I never have to do it again. In one week I start in on the third phase of treatment: reintroducing foods one by one. I've accepted the fact that my diet is never going to be the same as it was before and that there are going to be some foods that I just can't eat, but I simply can't wait for the next stage of treatment, because there's only so many salads a girl can eat.


App Audit: Her Story

I don't like paying for things, period. To be clear, I'm not saying I steal things, because I don't like that either; I'm just cheap. Really, really cheap. I prefer to make do or do without, and this is especially true of apps; if I can't justify spending money on actual tangible things, why on earth would I spend my hard-earned cash on a piece of software?

 With that in mind, the fact that I willingly paid $4.99 for a copy of Her Story should tell you something about how excited I was about this game.


Every review I've seen of this game (including the one that convinced me to download it) says that the less you know about the game the better. I'm inclined to agree, but I think you need some context before you decide whether or not this is something you want to spend your money and time on. The official blurb from the game's website sums it up quite nicely: In 1994 a British woman is interviewed seven times about her missing husband. This is her story.

In Her Story, you are an unknown person who has gained access to a police department's computer database, presumably to determine what this woman does or does not know about her husband's disappearance. This is done by searching various keywords (i.e., "murder", which is not really a spoiler because the game starts you off with this search) and viewing the video clips associated with that keyword. The video clips are from seven interviews that took place over approximately two weeks in the summer of 1994, and the search results are not in chronological order; usually the only thing they have in common is the keyword. You are limited to a maximum of five video clips for each keyword, which is actually a positive rather than a negative in my eyes because you aren't overwhelmed by the prospect of sifting through 43 video clips.

The game design (an outdated computer desktop) is charmingly retro and simplistic, making me yearn for the days of flying toaster screensavers and Ski Free. This self-contained game design is once again a positive rather than a negative because there are very few distractions. With the exception of a clock, a mini DOS game, and a few .text documents that scream "READ ME!", there's nothing to do but focus on the task at hand. This also leaves you susceptible to the occasional glimpse of your own reflection in the computer's monitor, which startled me every single time it happened.

At the risk of sounding like a Dumb American, I had one hell of a time understanding the dialogue from the game's trailer, which is strange because I have British family members and I usually don't have any trouble understanding accents. This isn't clear from the trailer or any of the reviews that I read, but all of the videos are subtitled, so if that's a concern for you rest assured that you'll be just fine (I almost didn't download the game because I worried I wouldn't have much success if I couldn't understand what was being said in the videos!).

Verdict: It's not possible to discuss the story without spoiling the experience, so you'll just have to take my word for it when I say that the plot is intriguing enough to keep you playing. One thing that I intially found frustrating was the realization that there really isn't an ending in the traditional sense of the word; it’s entirely up to you when you want to stop (you'll be propmpted by a pop-up chat message when the game thinks you've unconvered enough clues to stop playing), but there isn't really any way to lose the game. Even if you watch every single video clip (there's an icon on the "desktop" within the game that tells you how many of the video clips you've seen), you might still never figure out the real story, so if you're uncomfortable with ambiguity this might not be the game for you. That being said, the more I think about the game the more I come to appreciate this ending, or lack thereof; my day job requires me to interact on a regular basis with law enforcement and detectives in particular, and the fact is that even the best detectives can never know with absolutely certainty what happened in any case. I'm pretty sure that I know what happened in the case, but I'll never know for sure, which is as real as it gets. My biggest complaint is that I finished this game far too quickly; I don't know the average amount of time it takes people to play through this game, but after less than two hours of playing (spread out over two days) the tell-tale pop-up chat message appeared indicating that I'd uncovered most of the game's secrets. Because this game is non-linear, the game is going to unfold differently for every person that plays it, and so this may not be an issue for everyone. At the risk of sounding like I'm bragging, I'm a really good listener (I have to be for my day job), and I notice when words and concepts are repeated, which guided my gameplay for better or for worse. Because I immediately honed in on specific names and phrases, I learned things very early on in the game that may have had more of an impact if left until later in the game. I don't know that there's a way around this because there is no linear way to play this game, but I can't help but resent this game a little bit for taking so little time to figure out. 3 out of 5 stars.