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Thursday, May 6, 2010
Thursday, March 25, 2010
Tasting Notes On Eyrie Vineyard Wines
David Lett moved from Davis, California to the Wilamette Valley in Oregon in 1966. Shortly after he and his wife planted Pinot Noir on the property they'd purchased on a hillside near the small town of Dundee. By 1970 Lett made his first Pinot wine, brilliantly introducing Oregon, and the world, to the possibility of Pinot Noir from Willamette Valley. He was the first to produce this wine in that area. Even more impressively, he'd asked for advice from studied experts that he knew in Davis and they'd all advised him against the venture. He persisted anyway, and as a result changed the wine industry of the United States. David Lett was since nicknamed "Papa Pinot" as a result.
It is David Lett that began Eyrie Vineyards. Their Pinot Noir has been internationally recognized, and is still considered one of the finest in the Williamette Region. In addition to Pinot Noir, Eyrie Vineyard also offers small production Pinot Meunier, Pinot Blanc, and even Muscat.
Last year my sister Melanie and I made plans to tour wine country for her birthday. We ended up choosing the Wilamette Valley in the Dundee District for the celebration. Having tasted a number of Pinots of the region on that trip, and since, Eyrie Vineyard remains a personal favorite.
On my recent trip to Alaska, we tasted a variety of wines from the Eyrie Vineyard. Each offered the unique taste and scent of the Willamette terroir, and more specifically what I have come to regard as a unique flavor of the Eyrie winery--an almost rhubarb pie and cherry sweet-tart bite to the nose that I treasure.
2007 Muscat Ottonel
bone dry white wine. exquisite light table wine with a touch of sweetness. very drinkable. the scent of rhubarb pie I love from Eyrie, coupled with floral aromas and a touch of honey scent. mineral flavors. high acidity. light sunshine yellow color. strongly clings to the glass. taste of melon, and white grape. balanced. wonderful.
2007 Estate Pinot blanc
2007 Pinot Meunier
Only a very limited bottling (I hear they made only about 22 cases), the Muscat Ottonel by Eyrie is a special treat to have tasted. To make this offering even more special, muscat is rarely produced outside its home region of Alsace.
bone dry white wine. exquisite light table wine with a touch of sweetness. very drinkable. the scent of rhubarb pie I love from Eyrie, coupled with floral aromas and a touch of honey scent. mineral flavors. high acidity. light sunshine yellow color. strongly clings to the glass. taste of melon, and white grape. balanced. wonderful.
2007 Estate Pinot blanc
Pinot Blanc is a mutation of Pinot Noir, growing as a truly white grape. Though it offers a full bodied white wine flavor, it can be difficult to find true Pinot Blanc wines, as some regions allow other whites to be mixed in in its stead, and the grapes historically named Pinot Blanc in the United States were discovered to have been named in error, actually originating as an entirely different varietal. Eyrie offers a genuine Pinot Blanc wine.
bright, woody nose. light citrus nose and flavors. buzzy in the mouth. very dry. incredibly full-bodied and well balanced. some chardonnay like qualities--buttery, full, bright. light spice. light fruit and woody taste in the throat. very pleasant.2007 Pinot Meunier
I've written here before about my love for Pinot Meunier. I regard it as a truly special grape. Again, it is a variation of Pinot Noir, but is delicate and challenging to grow. It is most often treated as a blending wine, so discovering it bottled on its own is a special treat. Eyrie produces this wine in limited release, so it can be difficult to get. I heard they produced only several-ten cases.
light, coppery red color with delicate body. metallic, tart, tight nose at first. opens into that scent of sharp rhubarb pie and bright florals that i associate with Eyrie. brightly tangy, with slight rhubarb bite at first. immediately upon opening the bottle the flavors seemed tight. opened into a fuller, rich rhubarb pie flavor with cherry that i love. not sweet--but instead fruit. very slightly hot on the tongue. well balanced in the mouth. very dry. slight metallic.
2006 Original Vines Reserve Pinot Noir
2006 Original Vines Reserve Pinot Noir
The Eyrie Pinot Noir is made from the oldest vines in the Willamette Valley. It is a highly regarded gem of a wine with a beautiful history. David Lett died in 2008, and his son Jason Lett has taken over the vineyard. Jason's work at Eyrie has proven successful. The Pinot Noir is treasured for its starting the Willamette tradition and name. But it is also treasured for its own brilliant richness.
rich, full bodied, rhubarb nose with light licorice scent. yummy. very slight buzz in the mouth. light pepper taste. tangy. full and well balanced. very low sugar, rich fruit. delicate, sophisticated pinot qualities. hot in the finish. an almost maple flavor, very light. beautiful.
eaten with cubed and sauteed salmon, cooked in lime and red pepper with soba noodles. brilliant combination. perfect mix of flavors.
eaten with cubed and sauteed salmon, cooked in lime and red pepper with soba noodles. brilliant combination. perfect mix of flavors.
Wednesday, March 24, 2010
Driving Along the Turnagain Arm
On our recent trip to Alaska, the ten-year old and I took a drive to Girdwood, a small town in the mountains about an hour south of Anchorage, to visit a close friend for the afternoon. On the way back we stopped in the first pull out North of Girdwood to take some pictures of the tide going out on the Turnagain Arm, the second largest tidal range in the world.

Monday, March 22, 2010
A Weekend in Homer
The 10-year old and I just got back from a trip home to Alaska. We spent ten days there visiting friends, and family. The trip primarily was spent in Anchorage but we traveled South on the Kenai Peninsula for the first weekend to stay in Homer. The following are pictures from that portion of the trip all taken on what is called the Homer Spit--a long stretch of land, wide enough to carry a road and housing, reaching out into the Bay. By the way, the Bald Eagle in the first shot was literally the size of my torso. As I took this picture behind me there were ten more perched on various towers.



Wednesday, March 3, 2010
Flag Sky and No Snow


We've suddenly fallen into sunny weather, with incredibly clear skies. Flagstaff is situated at the Southern edge of the Colorado Plateau, called the Mogollon Rim. The Plateau extends through this four-corners region of the United States and rides at 7000 ft in elevation in the Flagstaff vivacity.
Many associate simply hot weather with the Arizona climate. Indeed, the entire Southern half of the state is incredibly dry, and hot both. Because of this hot weather at lower elevation we experience incredibly dramatic cloud formations as the hot currents rush towards the mountain air of the Northern regions, and hit the Mogollon Rim en route. The air hits the rim and shoots upwards creating the most beautiful skies.
Yesterday I walked around town and quite simply took photos of Flagstaff sky with its dramatic, quite clear, richly colored blue.
The snow is mostly gone in town, which, I have to admit is strange. The warmth of a day can change so dramatically here through the course of a simple week. We've gotten the second largest snowfall this year in U.S. cities, and yet, in town, the snow is already almost gone.
Sunday, February 28, 2010
Saturday, February 27, 2010
Etsy's Awesome
So, I've been quite focused on dressing with androgny for the last couple of years.
News flash (insert flashing red letters here): I have boobs, and hips, and bootay too, so it barely works on me.
Still, I've liked, and still do, wearing clothes that are literally from a menswear collection, and that have that more vertical line that mens clothes tend to offer, in comparison to the tendency seen in a lot of women's clothes to include things like FRILL! LACE! oh my god FLORAL PRINT! oh oh cute cute PINK! etc.
It turns out though I also like the effect of vintage nipped-at-the-waist women's clothes, and I seem to be turning back towards incorporating such an aesthetic in how I dress.
Thinking on how I could appreciate both "looks" it occurs to me that dressing wholeheartedly with either offers a kind of not-among-the-rest-of-us effect that I might be reaching for. I happen to be a person that wants a bit of buffering between me and people that might too-readily want to "pick me up" or "become my best friend." It isn't that I want to avoid something like "dates" or having close friends. It's just that I don't want any of that sort of thing to happen too easily or too often either. I think relations (of whatever sort) with others are something to be slowed down with and appreciated, so there is a sense in which I don't want to come off as too available, even if I also want the openness to make contact with people.
What does any of that have to do with me starting by talking about clothing aesthetics? Well, quite simply, I think that the clothing we wear reflects these kinds of attitudes.
How we dress, I believe, reflects a combination and varied-mix of the following things: (a) how we're feeling, (b) how we want to feel, (c) what we take for granted in terms of social interactions (clothing is a way of playing on and reflecting social norms, after all), (d) where we come from (see the social norms bit again), (e) how we want to imagine ourselves, and (f) sometimes (though I think less often then people often assume) how we want others to take us. So, whether we're thinking about how we dress or not, we're communicating all kinds of things to others by how we dress.
For that matter, I think this kind of social-norm-aesthetic-complexity plays out not just in how we dress, but also in how we put together the space we live within. So that how we decorate, arrange, or take care of our home ends up being a way of affecting how we feel, what we imagine for ourselves, what we take for granted, and what we want others to see in us too.
The point of any of this though is actually to bring up something else entirely. Except, not something else entirely because the reason I bring it up is that this something else ends up being an awesome way to explore this expressive-feeling-norm-driven-imaginative-comfort-driven self too.
Okay, here it is: I love exploring etsy.com.
There I said it. Phew! It's an enormous wealth of a website for everything ranging from bath treats, to jewelry, to clothing, to art prints, mostly handmade, and some vintage, and some found objects too. With that in mind, it's a great resource for re-imagining yourself either in how you dress, or how you dress your home (or your bicycle or automobile even, for that matter).
You'll notice too I've got an etsy widget in my blog sidebar. To be clear: this isn't any kind of profit driven thing. I don't have a connection to any of the shops or shop items I happen to post in that widget. I just think etsy is a really great way for people that like crafting things to be able to sell those crafts to the rest of us. So, I added the etsy widget as a way to remind the rest of us to check it out.
For those of you that don't know: etsy is a huge site that primarily includes the opportunity for most anyone to open up an online retail shop selling handmade goods and vintage items. The site, however, also includes discussion forums where people can talk through anything from diy projects, to sales tips, to supply needs. There is also a blog feature, and a featured shops feature both of which showcase etsy happenings. It's quite an online community really, and a lot of fun to look through.
Here's just a few things on etsy that I've come upon and enjoyed recently. Let me know what kinds of things you enjoy finding on etsy, and especially let me know if you end up investigating these three shops, or buying something from them.
1. Mountain Bike Tire Belt

from julienjaborska $30
Um, ohmygod, hi! I love the texture and very clear 3-dimensionality of a belt like this. Not to mention it's a found object, homemade, bad-ass combination. I'm curious about how wearing rubber of this sort might mark ones clothing, but otherwise I'm all for this, and am considering getting it. Julienjaborska's shop includes belts made out of other, less-nubby tires too, and some household goods, like coasters, all made out of bicycle parts. Awesome.
A belt like this says, "Look, man. I've got ingenuity, ruggedness, am surprising, and down to earth, all at the same time. You can see by how I dress that if while out biking my pants explode, I'm ready to sacrifice my transportation to cover my ass, so to speak. But, if we're out walking around and your bike tire falls off, I'm also wearing backup. Dig on."
2. Reclaimed Oak Bath Caddy
from PegandAwl $100
Growing up I was completely into taking baths. It always frustrated me though that I wanted to take my whole world of stuffed animal, book, journal, juice drink, etc to the bath with me and there was no good way to keep all those things from just ending up floating (or sinking) into the water destroyed. At some point I figured out that the plastic and metal t.v. dinner tray we owned could be suspended over the tub to offer a kind of half-bath caddy. The legs side of the dinner tray left a huge gapping hole, but the tray side did succeed at holding some of my things above the water.
This oak bath caddy seems to me a better, and quite appealing option. Not to mention that it immediately sets you up to remember how frickin' romantic and rejuvenating a little time in the water with your own sweet self can be. Nothing like oak suspended over the water to make you feel all loving with yourself and a good book. The bath caddy is a nice way to transform your bathroom into a world of potential. Heck. You can scribe a full novel by keeping paper and a pen out of the water on this thing. You'll have to sacrifice yourself to prune shaped skin to do it. But, thanks to the oak, it could be done. PegandAwl's shop also offers other handmade household goods. Check them out.
3. Half-and-half Leather Look Leggings

from BabooshkaBoutique $65
News flash (insert flashing red letters here): I have boobs, and hips, and bootay too, so it barely works on me.
Still, I've liked, and still do, wearing clothes that are literally from a menswear collection, and that have that more vertical line that mens clothes tend to offer, in comparison to the tendency seen in a lot of women's clothes to include things like FRILL! LACE! oh my god FLORAL PRINT! oh oh cute cute PINK! etc.
It turns out though I also like the effect of vintage nipped-at-the-waist women's clothes, and I seem to be turning back towards incorporating such an aesthetic in how I dress.
Thinking on how I could appreciate both "looks" it occurs to me that dressing wholeheartedly with either offers a kind of not-among-the-rest-of-us effect that I might be reaching for. I happen to be a person that wants a bit of buffering between me and people that might too-readily want to "pick me up" or "become my best friend." It isn't that I want to avoid something like "dates" or having close friends. It's just that I don't want any of that sort of thing to happen too easily or too often either. I think relations (of whatever sort) with others are something to be slowed down with and appreciated, so there is a sense in which I don't want to come off as too available, even if I also want the openness to make contact with people.
What does any of that have to do with me starting by talking about clothing aesthetics? Well, quite simply, I think that the clothing we wear reflects these kinds of attitudes.
How we dress, I believe, reflects a combination and varied-mix of the following things: (a) how we're feeling, (b) how we want to feel, (c) what we take for granted in terms of social interactions (clothing is a way of playing on and reflecting social norms, after all), (d) where we come from (see the social norms bit again), (e) how we want to imagine ourselves, and (f) sometimes (though I think less often then people often assume) how we want others to take us. So, whether we're thinking about how we dress or not, we're communicating all kinds of things to others by how we dress.
For that matter, I think this kind of social-norm-aesthetic-complexity plays out not just in how we dress, but also in how we put together the space we live within. So that how we decorate, arrange, or take care of our home ends up being a way of affecting how we feel, what we imagine for ourselves, what we take for granted, and what we want others to see in us too.
The point of any of this though is actually to bring up something else entirely. Except, not something else entirely because the reason I bring it up is that this something else ends up being an awesome way to explore this expressive-feeling-norm-driven-imaginative-comfort-driven self too.
Okay, here it is: I love exploring etsy.com.
There I said it. Phew! It's an enormous wealth of a website for everything ranging from bath treats, to jewelry, to clothing, to art prints, mostly handmade, and some vintage, and some found objects too. With that in mind, it's a great resource for re-imagining yourself either in how you dress, or how you dress your home (or your bicycle or automobile even, for that matter).
You'll notice too I've got an etsy widget in my blog sidebar. To be clear: this isn't any kind of profit driven thing. I don't have a connection to any of the shops or shop items I happen to post in that widget. I just think etsy is a really great way for people that like crafting things to be able to sell those crafts to the rest of us. So, I added the etsy widget as a way to remind the rest of us to check it out.
For those of you that don't know: etsy is a huge site that primarily includes the opportunity for most anyone to open up an online retail shop selling handmade goods and vintage items. The site, however, also includes discussion forums where people can talk through anything from diy projects, to sales tips, to supply needs. There is also a blog feature, and a featured shops feature both of which showcase etsy happenings. It's quite an online community really, and a lot of fun to look through.
Here's just a few things on etsy that I've come upon and enjoyed recently. Let me know what kinds of things you enjoy finding on etsy, and especially let me know if you end up investigating these three shops, or buying something from them.
1. Mountain Bike Tire Belt

from julienjaborska $30
Um, ohmygod, hi! I love the texture and very clear 3-dimensionality of a belt like this. Not to mention it's a found object, homemade, bad-ass combination. I'm curious about how wearing rubber of this sort might mark ones clothing, but otherwise I'm all for this, and am considering getting it. Julienjaborska's shop includes belts made out of other, less-nubby tires too, and some household goods, like coasters, all made out of bicycle parts. Awesome.
A belt like this says, "Look, man. I've got ingenuity, ruggedness, am surprising, and down to earth, all at the same time. You can see by how I dress that if while out biking my pants explode, I'm ready to sacrifice my transportation to cover my ass, so to speak. But, if we're out walking around and your bike tire falls off, I'm also wearing backup. Dig on."
2. Reclaimed Oak Bath Caddy
from PegandAwl $100Growing up I was completely into taking baths. It always frustrated me though that I wanted to take my whole world of stuffed animal, book, journal, juice drink, etc to the bath with me and there was no good way to keep all those things from just ending up floating (or sinking) into the water destroyed. At some point I figured out that the plastic and metal t.v. dinner tray we owned could be suspended over the tub to offer a kind of half-bath caddy. The legs side of the dinner tray left a huge gapping hole, but the tray side did succeed at holding some of my things above the water.
This oak bath caddy seems to me a better, and quite appealing option. Not to mention that it immediately sets you up to remember how frickin' romantic and rejuvenating a little time in the water with your own sweet self can be. Nothing like oak suspended over the water to make you feel all loving with yourself and a good book. The bath caddy is a nice way to transform your bathroom into a world of potential. Heck. You can scribe a full novel by keeping paper and a pen out of the water on this thing. You'll have to sacrifice yourself to prune shaped skin to do it. But, thanks to the oak, it could be done. PegandAwl's shop also offers other handmade household goods. Check them out.
3. Half-and-half Leather Look Leggings

from BabooshkaBoutique $65
Months and months ago I started this blog with the statement, "I've developed a problem with rubber." Then more recently I confessed to saying I have a problem with leather too. It turns out I like dark, tight, matte-with-a-touch-of-sheen accoutrement. The problem I'd developed with rubber included buying a pair of thigh-high rubber stockings that, truth be told, I still have yet to wear, though I think they're fabulous. I just refuse to fall into the obviousness that something like a "rubber stocking" would hold, and finding a way to work against types readily offered up by clothing (that whole clothing reflects social norms thing) can be a challenge, even when it's the kind of thing we think about much of the time.
To explain, I also like wearing leather pants, and in fact own three pairs (go ahead and insert, "dear lord, why do you need THREE?" here. Some other time I'll explain exactly why a person would 'need' three pairs. Because, dang it, a person would!). But the thing about wearing leather pants is you've gotta find a way to wear them that that isn't just screaming all the things we could associate with leather pants. That is, put them on and put together an outfit such that you don't immediately just call up any of the following: (1) biker, (2) slut.
So, the problem with rubber leggings is that it's pretty hard to figure out how to wear them without your outfit quickly going to the obvious implications of: (1) weird, (2) fetish, (3) slut. I'm all for some slight implications of the obvious being present. The challenge is in insuring your outfit isn't taken simply and only to reflect the obvious.
So, to get back to the point: I really like these leggings. They're odd, and cool at the same time. You'll have to put some thought into how to wear them, but not too much thought. And if we're going to talk about the implications they call up, that you'd have to find ways to work with and work against, both, the following: these leggings make it look like you're a living doll with a very slight fetish attraction, whose legs have been dipped into the same stuff plier handles are dipped in. How often do any of get to make a clothing claim like that?
To explain, I also like wearing leather pants, and in fact own three pairs (go ahead and insert, "dear lord, why do you need THREE?" here. Some other time I'll explain exactly why a person would 'need' three pairs. Because, dang it, a person would!). But the thing about wearing leather pants is you've gotta find a way to wear them that that isn't just screaming all the things we could associate with leather pants. That is, put them on and put together an outfit such that you don't immediately just call up any of the following: (1) biker, (2) slut.
So, the problem with rubber leggings is that it's pretty hard to figure out how to wear them without your outfit quickly going to the obvious implications of: (1) weird, (2) fetish, (3) slut. I'm all for some slight implications of the obvious being present. The challenge is in insuring your outfit isn't taken simply and only to reflect the obvious.
So, to get back to the point: I really like these leggings. They're odd, and cool at the same time. You'll have to put some thought into how to wear them, but not too much thought. And if we're going to talk about the implications they call up, that you'd have to find ways to work with and work against, both, the following: these leggings make it look like you're a living doll with a very slight fetish attraction, whose legs have been dipped into the same stuff plier handles are dipped in. How often do any of get to make a clothing claim like that?
Friday, February 26, 2010
Thursday, February 25, 2010
The Bed Side Table Personality Test
So, I just *this very minute* came up with a new sort of personality test. Are you ready?! Are you so excited for it?
Here it is:
Here's mine:
* Books:
Winnie the Pooh A.E. Milne
Tales from Earthsea Ursula K LeGuin
The Last Temptation of Christ Nikos Kazantzakis
The Holy Bible King James Version
Moby Dick Herman Melville
Down and Out in Paris and London George Orwell
My Journal (which I haven't written in since like forever)
* Notes:
A drawing of the ten-year old's stuffed pet pig "Oink Oink"
* Other:
Two Guatemalan Worry Dolls Given to Me by the Ten-year Old
Here it is:
Here's mine:
* Books:
Winnie the Pooh A.E. Milne
Tales from Earthsea Ursula K LeGuin
The Last Temptation of Christ Nikos Kazantzakis
The Holy Bible King James Version
Moby Dick Herman Melville
Down and Out in Paris and London George Orwell
My Journal (which I haven't written in since like forever)
* Notes:
A drawing of the ten-year old's stuffed pet pig "Oink Oink"
(this pet was given to her by Miss Sasha, "the soft one")
A letter from the ten-year old(written by her during her stay with Grammie & Bobba last summer)
A valentine from the ten-year old* Other:
Two Guatemalan Worry Dolls Given to Me by the Ten-year Old
(kept in a little dish I made in Ms. Lamb's (rest-in-peace) Pottery Class in 10th grade)
The Little Dish
A Navajo Beading Hair Piece
A Mug of Water
Loose Change from My Pocket
A Mug of Water
Loose Change from My Pocket
Wednesday, February 24, 2010
Champagne Couture
Chartogne-Taillet grows older vines. It is a house that keeps the grapes to produce their own champagne in small quantity. The processes of Chartogne-Taillet are largely biodynamic. Though the grower-vintner has not entirely converted his grounds. The family has been located on their grounds since the early 1600's.
When the grower is interviewed, he describes his vines as living in two different environments. His family, the Chartognes, have succeeded in growing their vine roots down to 20 meters and more. His vines, then, grow in the soft topsoil, as well as the dense chalk underground. He says the combination of depths bring a rich fullness in the grape, combined with a true minerality of flavors. In this way, his wines are known to go with most meals.
When the grower is interviewed, he describes his vines as living in two different environments. His family, the Chartognes, have succeeded in growing their vine roots down to 20 meters and more. His vines, then, grow in the soft topsoil, as well as the dense chalk underground. He says the combination of depths bring a rich fullness in the grape, combined with a true minerality of flavors. In this way, his wines are known to go with most meals.
full in the mouth. very subtle apple fruit taste. light acidity. very subtle up front flavor. quickly moves to strong ginger taste. ginger after bite. slight lemon mineral taste. very subtle nutty flavor.
light effervescent nose. luscious golden honey color. strong but effervescent bubbles. creamy in the mouth.
incredible champagne. would drink and enjoy again. would stand up well to chicken. or vegetable dinner with butter notes. not inexpensive, but good quality for its price.
I've been watching the recent fashion shows, though I haven't admitted it here till now. There is a strong parallel between how we might describe champagne, and how we might distinguish between different levels of quality in fashion. It strikes me one would want a good strong, slightly sharp champagne to pair with any collection. A voice in the wine strong enough to hold up to any designers' aesthetic.
But, thinking of what the wine deserves, a champagne like Chartogne would carry a longer standing house with sophisticated aesthetics. We have not yet this season seen the shows of Paris. The most deserving lines of this description--long standing and sophisticated both--arise from there. In Paris, the fashion houses have roots with depths at two environments--long standing couture developed now by contemporary, forward thinking designers.
But, thinking of what the wine deserves, a champagne like Chartogne would carry a longer standing house with sophisticated aesthetics. We have not yet this season seen the shows of Paris. The most deserving lines of this description--long standing and sophisticated both--arise from there. In Paris, the fashion houses have roots with depths at two environments--long standing couture developed now by contemporary, forward thinking designers.
2. Gaston Chiquet Tradition Brutnotes of apple. taste of lemon. very slight touch of ginger. very slight taste of brioche--that slightly buttered bread taste.
medium acidity, slightly drying of the mouth. very slight bitter bite. bright, subtle, slightly floral scent. smooth, disappearing bubbles. very bright, rich caramel golden color.
pleasant, and quite drinkable. would be exquisite with triple cream cheese. of course. could stand up to bolder foods, and fresh sea flavored dishes.
Both of these are champagnes known as grower-producer wines. That is, the grapes are grown to become the champagne we drink, produced under the same name as the growers themselves. They are produced on smaller vineyards for the sake of character, and uniqueness. They are the couture of champagne. Whereas the bigger champagne houses, known quickly by name, are the wines' ready to wear.
Gaston Chiquet has grown on their land since the mid-1700's. Interestingly, the grower-owner did not begin to craft his own wines until the early-mid 1900's. Still, the current generation focuses on balancing tradition with contemporary techniques.
These are not wines of current fashion. These are wines with long standing voice, and unique flavor grown in long standing, well managed ground.
Gaston Chiquet has grown on their land since the mid-1700's. Interestingly, the grower-owner did not begin to craft his own wines until the early-mid 1900's. Still, the current generation focuses on balancing tradition with contemporary techniques.
These are not wines of current fashion. These are wines with long standing voice, and unique flavor grown in long standing, well managed ground.
Tuesday, February 23, 2010
The Elizabethan 10-Year Old
*** Spoiler Alert! Spoiler Alert! If you do not know what happens either (A) to Billy the Kid, or (B) to Romeo and Juliet, and do not want either story to be ruined in advance, that is "given away", do not keep reading!***
"Where art thou, Good Momma?" ...
"Ah! There! Good Morrow, Good Momma!" ...
"Art thou a MOMMA, Good Momma? tut! tut! Yes! A GOODLY Momma!"
This kind of conversation is what I woke up to this morning from the likes of my daughter. You remember, this one:

Did I mention SHE IS TEN?!! But do you see it? Do you see how kind of naughty she is? I mean, she's wearing a tiger TRUCKER HAT, for heaven's sake. And she's wearing it to celebrate ME, that "Good Momma" because I'm a tiger, and we're now in the year of the tiger. Pretty clever little sideways kind of show of affection for me, eh? And then thrown in with the trucker hat she's going around speaking Elizabethan English for heaven's sake. I did mention she is *ten*, right? I mean, how on earth does she have any idea at all about Elizabethan English?
Well, she's started reading Romeo and Juliet this week. Sort of surprised me, to be honest. She asked if she could by saying, "Est thou a MOMMA? Shall I read this bright book, my Momma?" (She's quite focused on me being her MOMMA, if you haven't noticed. Though sometimes she uses "Momsies" instead, which, I'll confess I'm less fond of.)
My first response was, "Do you know how it ends?"
I mean, COME ON. She's quite a sensitive kid and just reading her fourth grade class Arizona History "newspaper" where there's an article that goes something like "blahblahblah Billy the Kid, blahblah, total bad ass blahblah. And then he died." makes her quite upset. So I figured reading about kids that fall in love, and get all "oh THY BEAUTY! MY HEART! THOU ART MY LOVE! Oh! Dance within my arms!" and all that until finally "And then they died." would upset her. But, it turned out she'd been filled in already on how the story went. (Honestly, I probably didn't actually need that spoiler alert up there, eh? Cause many of us have been "filled in" on this one already, haven't we?)
And then she said to me, "My teacher said I should ask cause of light language."
The idea of "light language" being a possible warning here I find hilarious since clearly Shakespearean writing is anything BUT "light language." But I didn't mention this and instead took up the meaning I know she intended, which was something like "there is minimal cussing in this book."
To emphasize that this kind of "light language" was no problem, when she again asked, "So, can I read it?" I answered her, "Hell yeah!" To which, gratefully, she laughed. She's finally starting to get my sense of humor, thank the lord, after ten long years of her bursting into tears instead of laughing when I'd make a joke.
I then said to her, "We may need to read this one together."
And she responded, "But I want to try and read it myself."
So, now she is. I had to coach her through the first page, cause she kept asking about every other word. But then I said, you know, you'll pick up a lot of the words just by reading. So, now there she is reading Shakespeare on her own. And she's completely fascinated by it. And also walking around the house now, drum sticks in her back pocket, a trucker hat on her head, and Elizabethan morning greetings coming out of her mouth.
Monday, February 22, 2010
What Birds Can Teach Us About Interacting With Our Fellow Giant-Human-Creatures-Of-The-Ground Too
Recently a friend visited for an overnight. He'd driven from out of town, and though his home isn't all that far away, it is just far enough that staying a night on our guest bed made the most sense.
The next morning I'd gotten our Rosie bird, a cockatiel, out of her cage to come hang out in the bathroom and start the day by taking a shower with me. This is our usual routine. She perches on the shower curtain rod and preens herself, while I too wash in the water.
Occasionally she'll bow to me, opening her wings and tail while leaning deeply forward. This displays all her lovely feathers, and also shows her comfort with being vulnerable near me. She can't, after all, too easily keep an eye out for predators from the sky if her head is pointing down below her own feet. But it's also a beautiful gesture of cross species trust on her part.
She is, you see, much much smaller than even half of my face, if we're going to compare strict physical size, and so being in a position near me where she can't see all the things I might do to her, or react quickly to them shows she expects me to avoid doing things that could startle or hurt her. So, when she coos at me, and shows her feathers in such a manner, I respond with great accolades of "fancy! fancy bird! so pretty!" etc as a way of reciprocating, showing her how much I appreciate it.
After I complete my shower, and return to the living room to do work (much of my honest to god work is spent online), I'll lay on the couch and she'll continue to hang out in the bathroom for a time. I leave the door open, and then when she's had enough of being in there by herself she flies out and lands on my shoulder. She'll begin a very soft, low cooing, almost like a birdy version of a purr, and kiss at my cheek, and sometimes preen my hair for me. Again, here I am a giant to her, and she is showing she's completely comfortable, and feels close enough to me she wants to express affection.
The morning my friend was visiting, Rosie and I had our shower, as described above. And then I'd left the door open and wandered out to the living room as usual. She was still on the shower rod, as a result. With a friend over, however, instead of me sitting on the couch doing work, my friend and I were chatting with each other. It was Sunday after all, a day of rest and all that. At some point he needed to use the washroom, as we say in Canada, the bathroom as we say in the United States, or the W.C., if you'd like to go British with it. (Anyone wanna post names for the toilette from other countries in the comments section?) A few mere moments later he emerged from the bathroom, and muttered "ornery bird!" and kind of looked back at her as he left the washroom to return to the living room. It had turned out he'd tried to pet her, but she was not having it.
Birds this size, by the way, are notorious for NOT LIKING HANDS. No hands! So, the very thing we're used to thinking house pets want--to be petted--is exactly what pet birds DO NOT want. Hands are scary. More on this in a minute. (In a very real sense, we're used to thinking house pets are for petting because many of us are oriented towards the idea of furry creatures, rather than feathered ones. Think on how in the States people often ask "Are you a dog, or a cat person?" And notice how there are only two, remarkably similar actually, options. I tend to respond, "I'm a bird person" even though this isn't one of the explicitly stated options. People often respond, "Oh! I don't understand why someone would want a bird." What they're really saying, I think, is that they don't understand birds, and so, as a result, don't understand why someone would want a bird.)
So, getting back to the ornery bird story:
The thing about our bathroom is that you can use the toilet without being anywhere near the areas of the shower-curtain rod Rosie bird would be inclined to hang out. Still, if you're tall she could feel threatened because there you'd be up higher than she is. Birds, you see, want to be as high up in a room as they can to feel safe. Death comes from the sky (flying predators) if you're a small bird, you see. It also comes from the ground (stalking predators, like cats), of course, but it's easier to fly UP away from ground hunters, so birds tend to sit up high, and keep an eye on the sky. If they're up near the ceiling of a room, then, they relax because there simply isn't anything higher than them. If you stand above a bird, however, you're gonna make them nervous because there you are standing in the "death comes from above" position. So, if you want to interact in a friendly manner with a bird, one of the things you can do is position your face below them so that they can see you aren't in that "death from above" postion.
The other thing about birds like our Rosie is that your hand, whoever you are, is (1) as big as she is, and (2) made up of what look remarkably just like FIVE SNAKES. OH MY GOD! FIVE SNAKES! I mean, honestly, try this: start by waving all five fingers on one hand all at once, then keep those fingers waving and aim them directly at your own face, quite close to it but without touching it. See how sort of visually uncomfortable that is? If you're a bird and that thing comes at you, it's (1) huge (that is, it could surround you entirely), and (2) there are too many parts of it to fight off all at once. You can attack one finger, but then there are still more. A five against one sort of death match is never fair. Death comes from five snakes at once, so to speak.
So, here's (one of) the thing(s) I am saying:
It isn't that domesticated birds, I don't think, are radically afraid of death, or searching for its possibility all the time. It's just that some of these things that we as giant-human-creatures-of-the-ground take for granted a lot of the time, look like attack! attack! to these tiny-little-featured-creatures-of-perch-and-sky (domesticated birds). We just don't tend to push ourselves to think in the terms that other species (in this case, birds) live within. To put it another way, we tend to take for granted what the world looks like for us, failing, therefore, to see how the world looks very different to creatures with different needs. Failing, to even recognize, then, that they live under differing terms than we do.
So, even though a number of the things here that I've explained about birds make it sound like the bird is searching for sources of death all the time. My point is actually that many of the behaviors we do without thinking look like what a source of death would be for a bird. So, there we are just trying to interact with this animal (a domesticated bird) and there it is trying to fight us off. Then we go and claim the bird is cranky (or, as my friend said, ornery). Rather than seeing that our own attempt to interact with the animal triggered it's fight-off-death response. You know, because it's attacking our hand, or something like that.
Notice though how use of the word ornery isn't only misunderstanding the bird itself, it's actually profoundly misunderstanding the entire situation. That is, if a bird really is just ornery, it is a bird that has a mood, or moods. But actually, the behavior of the bird that has caused us to name it "ornery", in this example, is actually a self defense behavior. So, by acting as though the bird is just "moody" we've failed to see that we're acting in a situation that is life and death for the creature we're interacting with. We're, in fact, failing to see our own participation in what is actually, then, quite a serious situation -- a situation in which we are actually threatening another creature with the possibility of death, or attack. Admittedly, we don't mean to be doing this. But what we mean to be doing here isn't adequate to what we are actually doing. What we are actually doing is trying to interact with a creature we don't understand, and by failing to also understand the implications of our own behavior, we don't realize that we are threatening the safety of that other creature. We are, in fact, so blind to our own role in this interaction we go and just label the other creature moody, rather than appropriately defending itself.
In what I'm describing here, while being entirely well-intentioned, in fact, we're actually making the bird think we're trying to attack it--by doing something like moving our hand towards its tiny little body, for example--and so OF COURSE it is defending itself by hissing and showing us its open beak. That isn't an ornery bird. That's a scared and will-defend-itself bird.
Many of us are quite used to thinking in terms of dogs, or cats, however. And, after a time, we come to recognize, just through the furry creature's behavior whether it's scared, hungry, sleepy, cuddly, etc. We can see what the animal is wanting, expressing, or "feeling" (loosely speaking) because we understand its behavioral cues. We begin to be able to distinguish between our read of the animal, and the animal's own needs so that we eventually become more able to distinguish between calling a cat "cranky" or "needy" and knowing that it's doing certain things because it wants to be fed, for example.
Here's the thing (or, rather, again one of the things). Many of us don't actually understand how to read birds. We're not used to being around them, or we don't have them as pets. So how birds behave, and communicate, or interact, is a mystery to us. But, maybe we're curious. Or, maybe we know our friend cares about the animal, so we're trying to be nice. And then, though we don't know how to, we try to interact with the bird and it hisses at us. So, still not knowing what to do, we walk away, and all we've learned is that we make birds hiss. But sometimes we interpret that situation as THE BIRD ITSELF being cranky. Why else would a bird hiss, right? When, in the kind of case that I'm describing, it's actually not THE BIRD that is ornery at all, but instead our behavior that time that made the bird need to defend itself. Rosie bird, as I've said, is an incredibly affectionate bird that likes to be close to people she is comfortable with. But she'll defend herself when herself needs to be defended. Of course.
I'm taking so much time to spell this out, because I think there is an interesting correlation here with how we sometimes interact with our own fellow giant-human-creatures-of-the-ground. That is, just like we sometimes project onto a bird the interpretation that it is ornery, when actually we just fail to understand how to appropriately interact with a bird, we sometimes project onto other people an idea of their mood, their behavior, or, in short "where they're coming from" without adequately understanding just that--where THEY are coming from.
That is, we very often fail to understand each other, and focus just on the idea that we had good intentions in trying whatever it was we tried to do, and we didn't get the response *we wanted* in trying that well-intentioned thing. But in not paying close enough attention to the cues the other person really is, in a sense, giving us, we fail to actually understand our own role in the situation we're operating within. Instead, because things didn't turn out how we might have planned, or wanted them to, we overlook that we simply didn't well enough understand the situation we were in, and project our lack of understanding onto the other person as a failure in them. They're ornery, for example.
Let's be clear, sometimes people really are ornery. But a lot of the time what we take as them being ornery might be that they're suddenly in a situation where five snakes are on attack! Or, you know, the more human equivalent of that, like they have a deadline, they're trying to just quickly run this one errand, they're dead set on getting out the door of this shop they're in, and you walk in all happy trying to hug them and say hi! It's nice that you mean to greet them and wish them well, and hear how they're doing. But how they're actually doing is late. They're not trying to be rude, or tell you off, or even get away from you. They're trying to meet the deadline, get their errand done, and do it all before that kid birthday party they're supposed to host in an hour. You know, or whatever it is that's pressing on them.
To be clear on how to deal with such situations, the example of a person in a rush might not be the time to do something like slow them down to better understand them in that moment. They've gotta get a move on, after all. Instead, the point of this whole "talking about" that I'm doing right now is something more along the lines of us better recognizing ourselves, and how we interact with others ourselves, and what we take for granted that leads to our projecting our own feelings onto someone else. What we intend for a situation isn't enough to determine either (a) how that situation will go, or even (b) what that situation is really about. Our intentions simply aren't enough to make sense of a situation. To see better what kind of a person we really are in the world, we have to do more work to think past just what we intend, and try to better understand the situations we actually find ourselves in. That means too, then, doing more work to read things like the behavioral cues others really are giving us, if we pay attention.
Our intentions, then, can't be enough for us to judge ourselves by either. That is, intending something good in a situation, isn't adequate to claiming we did the best we could, or even that we're a good person. It turns out we have to work to do more than just think about what we meant to happen. We have to learn to see more of the situation itself more clearly, and the terms the other person is living within too.
That is, we need to notice what we intend, but also push ourselves to see past those intentions to the bigger world of the situations we live through and within. That is, to pay better attention to that other person, or to notice what causes that bird to get defensive.
Cause, the thing is, if we learn to see more clearly in this kind of way, we might be able to walk into a situation where we have to pee in a room with a bird, knowing we don't really understand birds, but we kinda want to interact with that bird. So, we start to raise our hand to pet it, and the bird then starts to react in a way that doesn't look friendly. So, we, quite simply, lower our hand back down again, and try something different, like just talk to the bird. In that moment, we've tried and learned something. We've reached out to interact with another being (a creature-of-perch-and-sky in this case) and we've succeeded at letting them do some of the work at determining the terms of that interaction.
We've been open to the cues they'll show us for how that interaction must go to genuinely include us both. Or, in more human terms-- we're walking into a store and see a friend we want to greet. But knowing our best intentions are positive for them, and for ourselves both, we pay attention not just to what we want, but to the cues they're giving us too. Their cues say they're in a rush. So we smile, wish them well, and give them room to pass. In that moment, we've fulfilled those good intentions--we've succeeded at letting them determine with us the terms of our interaction, thus genuinely wishing THEM well (rather than just acting based on what we want) in a way that works for us too.
Sunday, February 21, 2010
Champagne Villages and Far Away Thoughts
The story of champagne is told by its village. The wines are classified this way. Other wines of France are understood by district, and then chateau. Champagne is a district, distinct by village. To claim a champagne is Grand Cru is to say its village has the highest ranking; only a small percentage receives such a mark. Premier Cru is ranked next.
Verzenay is a commune of Northeastern France included among those in the Grand Cru rating. It is a village set on a hillside, with forest bordering its area. It is a village steeped in history, having been largely destroyed by combat in World War II, but still it contains a centuries old mill, and a centuries old lighthouse, and church.
Its vines carry a deep reputation, among the best in Champagne.
Verzenay is a commune of Northeastern France included among those in the Grand Cru rating. It is a village set on a hillside, with forest bordering its area. It is a village steeped in history, having been largely destroyed by combat in World War II, but still it contains a centuries old mill, and a centuries old lighthouse, and church.
Its vines carry a deep reputation, among the best in Champagne.
1. Pehu Simonet Brut Selection Grand Cru, from VerzenayThe winter has come together, finally, to find me lighter hearted, and happy; feeling more grounded, but with fancy feet. Still, this weekend finds it snowing, and with the weather I feel frustration.
It occurs to me that I have never been one to drink alone. The pleasures of such flavor have seemed a community activity to me. But more recently, with the desperate snow of this year, I found myself willing to taste champagne at home on my own. The brightness of the beverage is a way to revel in the memories of friends I share such activity with. It is a bottling of joy.
It occurs to me that I have never been one to drink alone. The pleasures of such flavor have seemed a community activity to me. But more recently, with the desperate snow of this year, I found myself willing to taste champagne at home on my own. The brightness of the beverage is a way to revel in the memories of friends I share such activity with. It is a bottling of joy.
Reminds me of drinking apple pie with a thin sliced side of French brie. Acidic, but well-balanced. It dries the mouth, but doesn't pull the enamel off your teeth, as strongly acidic wines can do. A touch of ginger, like a bite in the mouth. Full flavors. Very slight after taste of honey.
Bright in the mouth. Highly mineral flavors. Crisp, firm bubbles. Very full, unique nose. Scents of moldy cheese and baked apple. Sweet and sharp smelling both. Bright golden color.
The information I read about Verzenay mentions the idea of taking a champagne tour. I am lost in thoughts of walks through vineyards, examination of grapes, tastings from barrels not yet ready for production, and others mixed to sell. I want to see them remove the yeast from the neck of the bottle, its explosion of juice about the floor as they take this volatile step in the production of such fantastic beverage.
But also, champagne makes me think of community, joy, and friendship. In tasting this glass, I think of my sister. I think of my friends that I drink this with. It occurs to me, I will write Kate to see if she will meet me somewhere for a tour of whatever. Perhaps we will just sit in a hotel somewhere and share a bottle of champagne dressed up in finery.
Next month I travel to Alaska to again taste wines with my sister. This time, however, we will be focusing on red wines, and whites that pair well with various foods. We will honestly be taking a class. An odd mix, the class she's found--how to make gourmet Caesar salad, and wine tastings. Odd, but it sounds like an exquisite time, including a multi-course meal, each course paired with wine.
For moments I am transported away from the snow, even as the places I think of are full of mountains.
But also, champagne makes me think of community, joy, and friendship. In tasting this glass, I think of my sister. I think of my friends that I drink this with. It occurs to me, I will write Kate to see if she will meet me somewhere for a tour of whatever. Perhaps we will just sit in a hotel somewhere and share a bottle of champagne dressed up in finery.
Next month I travel to Alaska to again taste wines with my sister. This time, however, we will be focusing on red wines, and whites that pair well with various foods. We will honestly be taking a class. An odd mix, the class she's found--how to make gourmet Caesar salad, and wine tastings. Odd, but it sounds like an exquisite time, including a multi-course meal, each course paired with wine.
For moments I am transported away from the snow, even as the places I think of are full of mountains.
Saturday, February 20, 2010
Bleery, Snowy Hell Reveals Friendship and Blogging Friends
It is snowing again. I could die. Honest. It makes me feel like this:
That is... fabulously cranky. It makes me feel fabulously cranky.
I mean, couldn't you kick the living sh*t out of anything that moved wearing that outfit? Except, without your even moving. Just sit there. Just like that. Just sit there like that and look at creatures that dare go near you. Or, don't look at them. NOTHING will mess with you when you sit there like THAT.
I think the honest truth though is that right now I actually look just like this:
Yup. That really is honestly me. Tired. Worn out. Over it. Whatever "it" was at the moment this picture was taken. "It" now being this snow.
The ridiculous thing is, it isn't even snowing very hard. It's just that the storms we got a month ago were so hard and heavy hitting nobody in town wants to see it anymore. It's a good vivid indication of what post traumatic stress disorder must be like, for those of us that wouldn't otherwise know. Something happens so intensely, that even long later things that only very slightly resemble that intensity are still troubling.
Yes, hello, doctor? I have ptsd. ... In regards to what? Oh. The snow. I have ptsd from the snow.
Not that ptsd is any kind of joking matter.
Last week I was really tired, and I didn't have any plans that night, so I went into my room and got dressed up. I'd been wearing just jeans and a t-shirt all day and really needed to change my mood. So, I did what any completely wise person would do in such a situation. I completely changed my clothes, and then laid back down on the couch.
This is what I wore:
See how you can tell I'm still tired, like in the last picture. But at least I look like I have the CAPACITY to move, if I have to, and also like at least I might be interesting enough to interact with?
But this brings me to the real point. That last picture I only even have because my good friend Kate has been living in Geneva for the last six months. And the thing about living anywhere for only six months is, it's kind of hard, even while from a distance it's so utterly romantic, and idyllic, and life changing and blah. blah. blah. Really, if you're living somewhere for only six months you don't have your good friends there, chances are. And you don't know the place super well, chances be. And you know you're not rooting down cause you're already planning on leaving. You know, in just six months.
So, such situations are good reminders of how important friends are. But also, of how friendship can be expressed and can help through the expression of no end of good things. Really, it turns out friendship can be all about really creative, and sometimes pretty sideways-attack, problem solving.
For example, one of the ways she and I have dealt with this leads me to explaining why I have that last picture. That is, we've dealt with her absence, partially, by putting together outfits and then sending each other pics of them. Or, just a list about them. Or, links to things we'd put together in an outfit if we had them to do that with. Cause when we last lived in the same town and it was snowing to high holy hell outside and we didn't want to be out in it anymore, we'd meet up at my apartment, and raid my closet, and put on outfits, and then just go sit down on the couch and drink a cocktail. And then whenever it was that the mood hit us again, we'd bounce up and change again. And that would be the extent of our activity for the evening. And honestly it's some of the most fun I've ever had. Not because I don't do other awesome great fun things. But because, holy heck! It was us hanging out, being creative, and silly, being FRIENDS. And so now, though we can't share the closet literally, we can share it virtually. So, for six months, that's what we've been doing.
It's funny how such a little creative act can give you a project that helps make the time go by a little easier, and make it seem like at least you accomplished something.
Today, again, I'm gonna focus hard on laying on the couch just like this:
That is, blurry, as I cross my eyes to avoid seeing the snow.
You, like me, can also keep up with Kate as she prepares now, after six long months, to move out of Geneva, and then travel around Europe, before returning to Montreal, Quebec, Canada. She's just started a blog, Agathos. I'm hoping she'll post pictures and reviews of her adventures from the next couple weeks of adventure around Europe, and then of the next months and months as she roots back down at home in Canada.
That is... fabulously cranky. It makes me feel fabulously cranky.
I mean, couldn't you kick the living sh*t out of anything that moved wearing that outfit? Except, without your even moving. Just sit there. Just like that. Just sit there like that and look at creatures that dare go near you. Or, don't look at them. NOTHING will mess with you when you sit there like THAT.
I think the honest truth though is that right now I actually look just like this:
The ridiculous thing is, it isn't even snowing very hard. It's just that the storms we got a month ago were so hard and heavy hitting nobody in town wants to see it anymore. It's a good vivid indication of what post traumatic stress disorder must be like, for those of us that wouldn't otherwise know. Something happens so intensely, that even long later things that only very slightly resemble that intensity are still troubling.
Yes, hello, doctor? I have ptsd. ... In regards to what? Oh. The snow. I have ptsd from the snow.
Not that ptsd is any kind of joking matter.
Last week I was really tired, and I didn't have any plans that night, so I went into my room and got dressed up. I'd been wearing just jeans and a t-shirt all day and really needed to change my mood. So, I did what any completely wise person would do in such a situation. I completely changed my clothes, and then laid back down on the couch.
This is what I wore:
See how you can tell I'm still tired, like in the last picture. But at least I look like I have the CAPACITY to move, if I have to, and also like at least I might be interesting enough to interact with?But this brings me to the real point. That last picture I only even have because my good friend Kate has been living in Geneva for the last six months. And the thing about living anywhere for only six months is, it's kind of hard, even while from a distance it's so utterly romantic, and idyllic, and life changing and blah. blah. blah. Really, if you're living somewhere for only six months you don't have your good friends there, chances are. And you don't know the place super well, chances be. And you know you're not rooting down cause you're already planning on leaving. You know, in just six months.
So, such situations are good reminders of how important friends are. But also, of how friendship can be expressed and can help through the expression of no end of good things. Really, it turns out friendship can be all about really creative, and sometimes pretty sideways-attack, problem solving.
For example, one of the ways she and I have dealt with this leads me to explaining why I have that last picture. That is, we've dealt with her absence, partially, by putting together outfits and then sending each other pics of them. Or, just a list about them. Or, links to things we'd put together in an outfit if we had them to do that with. Cause when we last lived in the same town and it was snowing to high holy hell outside and we didn't want to be out in it anymore, we'd meet up at my apartment, and raid my closet, and put on outfits, and then just go sit down on the couch and drink a cocktail. And then whenever it was that the mood hit us again, we'd bounce up and change again. And that would be the extent of our activity for the evening. And honestly it's some of the most fun I've ever had. Not because I don't do other awesome great fun things. But because, holy heck! It was us hanging out, being creative, and silly, being FRIENDS. And so now, though we can't share the closet literally, we can share it virtually. So, for six months, that's what we've been doing.
It's funny how such a little creative act can give you a project that helps make the time go by a little easier, and make it seem like at least you accomplished something.
Today, again, I'm gonna focus hard on laying on the couch just like this:
That is, blurry, as I cross my eyes to avoid seeing the snow.You, like me, can also keep up with Kate as she prepares now, after six long months, to move out of Geneva, and then travel around Europe, before returning to Montreal, Quebec, Canada. She's just started a blog, Agathos. I'm hoping she'll post pictures and reviews of her adventures from the next couple weeks of adventure around Europe, and then of the next months and months as she roots back down at home in Canada.
Friday, February 19, 2010
The Future of This Possible World
image from The SartorialistIn some really exquisite closely-on-its-way future I've just met this man and we've fallen in love and are about to spend the rest of our lives together super happy, by which we know means relishing in a simple, beautiful, co-creative, mutually engaging and supportive life that we plan together. Oh! I love him.
While we're at it, I'm also making my living as a writer, teaching a couple of classes because I enjoy it and whoever I'm teaching for has asked me to, I've got enough money to live on without real worry, my daughter is thriving and expressive and happy, and our Rosie Bird still enjoys flying around the house when we're home during the day.
It's a wonderful life, really. And it strikes me, that much of what I'm describing isn't far off from the life I actually live. Boy! I'm happy, and grateful. Amen. Again, Amen.
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Post Edit: So, of course I'm imagining a possible world in the whole section above. It's an imagination exercise, right? But, now, having said that look at this:
picture taken by Carol Bily Hagen
That is a picture of me taken back in December in the depths of Flagstaff winter, and I'm honestly sitting outside here surrounded by four feet of snow, and it's FREEZING. But all that's a side note.
Here's the main note: Do you see? Do you see how this man and I are made for each other? There's something in our countenance that is so so simpatico (and I hate the use of that word).
picture taken by Carol Bily HagenThat is a picture of me taken back in December in the depths of Flagstaff winter, and I'm honestly sitting outside here surrounded by four feet of snow, and it's FREEZING. But all that's a side note.
Here's the main note: Do you see? Do you see how this man and I are made for each other? There's something in our countenance that is so so simpatico (and I hate the use of that word).
Thursday, February 18, 2010
I Grew Up In Alaska. People Like To Ask Me What Alaska Is Like. This is What Alaska Is Like.
(1) A friend of mine posted today on facebook about how he went out ptarmigan hunting this afternoon with the gun he traded some of his ivory carving for. It turned out he doesn't much like the gun he got in trade. So, tomorrow he's going to go out with his other, trusty gun instead. Along the way he found a beer in the middle of the trail. So, he sat down in the snow on the tundra in the middle of no where and he drank it.
(2) A couple of years ago two friends flew out to their moose hunting site in the middle of the state in a small two-seater plane. The area they'd gone to was remote enough there was no way in or out except by plane. They landed the plane in a clearing, and then went off to scout the camping area, and look for moose. A couple hours later they came back to grab their supplies from the plane and set up camp. When they returned they discovered a bear had gotten there first. The bear ripped open the sides of the plane body, tore up a bunch of the wing, and ate most of the food they'd brought with them. There they were with no way home, and no food to eat till someone checked on them and picked them up. So, they reached into their supply can in the back of the plane, pulled out three rolls of duck tape, taped up the torn up parts of the two-seater and flew their butts back home.
(3) In the middle of winter years ago my sister's car broke down. We couldn't drive anywhere. It was -50 degrees F, -46 degrees C outside. To get anything done we had to walk. So, in the morning before stepping outside we'd put on a pair of tights, then a pair of knee high socks, a tank top, a long sleeve thermal shirt, then a t-shirt, a pair of jeans, a pair of wool socks that were pulled over the bottom of the jeans, a sweater, a fleece vest, a pair of snow pant overalls, a fleece jacket, a neck warmer, then our backpacks with whatever we needed for the day, a parka over the back pack, ear muffs, thermal glove liners, gloves, over-mitts that fit over the gloves, a hat, a pair of knee high, high insulation, winter boots, and a scarf to wrap around our face as we walked. On the upside, because it was the middle of winter, there wasn't enough light for us to need sunglasses.
(4) In the northern parts of the state you can take a core sample of the tundra and find mosquito larva a full 3-feet deep in the ground.
(5) In the biggest town in the state you'll have to stop your car while driving home through your neighborhood as moose, wolf, coyote, bear, fox, ravens or bald eagles move across the road. You know, depending on which neighborhood you're in.
(6) Even the ugly parts of town, in the worst time of year, are still surrounded by mountains like this:
(2) A couple of years ago two friends flew out to their moose hunting site in the middle of the state in a small two-seater plane. The area they'd gone to was remote enough there was no way in or out except by plane. They landed the plane in a clearing, and then went off to scout the camping area, and look for moose. A couple hours later they came back to grab their supplies from the plane and set up camp. When they returned they discovered a bear had gotten there first. The bear ripped open the sides of the plane body, tore up a bunch of the wing, and ate most of the food they'd brought with them. There they were with no way home, and no food to eat till someone checked on them and picked them up. So, they reached into their supply can in the back of the plane, pulled out three rolls of duck tape, taped up the torn up parts of the two-seater and flew their butts back home.
(3) In the middle of winter years ago my sister's car broke down. We couldn't drive anywhere. It was -50 degrees F, -46 degrees C outside. To get anything done we had to walk. So, in the morning before stepping outside we'd put on a pair of tights, then a pair of knee high socks, a tank top, a long sleeve thermal shirt, then a t-shirt, a pair of jeans, a pair of wool socks that were pulled over the bottom of the jeans, a sweater, a fleece vest, a pair of snow pant overalls, a fleece jacket, a neck warmer, then our backpacks with whatever we needed for the day, a parka over the back pack, ear muffs, thermal glove liners, gloves, over-mitts that fit over the gloves, a hat, a pair of knee high, high insulation, winter boots, and a scarf to wrap around our face as we walked. On the upside, because it was the middle of winter, there wasn't enough light for us to need sunglasses.
(4) In the northern parts of the state you can take a core sample of the tundra and find mosquito larva a full 3-feet deep in the ground.
(5) In the biggest town in the state you'll have to stop your car while driving home through your neighborhood as moose, wolf, coyote, bear, fox, ravens or bald eagles move across the road. You know, depending on which neighborhood you're in.
(6) Even the ugly parts of town, in the worst time of year, are still surrounded by mountains like this:
Wednesday, February 17, 2010
Okay, LOOK! I Like Cookie Dough. Okay? I like eating cookie dough so that there aren't actual cookies left in the end. But, duh! It's tasty. Ok? okay.
So, I have two older sisters, and they each have two kids. But one of my sister's two kids are BOTH gluten intolerant. Can you believe it? For the longest time I thought that meant they were facing a life with no pasta, no bread, no pie with pie crust, no cake, no crackers, no anything with wheat in it, which, in North America, is like EVERYTHING. So, they were facing a life with no everything. And I honestly mean that "facing a life with no everything" bit, cause not only are her kids allergic to gluten, they're also allergic to eggs, nuts, soy, corn, shellfish, and beans. In other words, they're allergic to everything.
Well. Except meat. They're both allergic to everything but meat. Oh! And rice. They can eat rice. How's that for all those political vegans or vegetarians out there, eh? What do you do when someone you love is allergic to basically everything but meat and rice. People cannot survive on rice alone, and all that.
When I first found out YEARS ago that my niece couldn't eat anything, it was hard for me to wrap my head around what she COULD eat, cause when you move to Alaska to care for your 3-year old niece, and your 5-year old daughter, while the rest of the extended family travels out to the Western Coast to hunt and kill salmon (oh! these two can also eat salmon) for the summer, and you're left all alone in a town now emptied of every single person you know beyond the two kids, because everyone you know is out chasing the fish, well, suddenly it seems important to figure out what the kids CAN eat. It turns out having a list of what a person CAN'T eat doesn't help much. It just excludes what seems like the entire world of food from your range of possibilities, and that ginormous hole of missing food doesn't really help fill itself in, does it? In other words, you need a list of what people CAN eat too.
List of What My Niece and Nephew Can Actually Eat
1. Meat
2. Rice
3. Salmon
1. Meat
2. Rice
3. Salmon
There. Better. Now we're clear. Three ingredients for the entire summer.
It was hell. Honest. I'd make us picnic lunches by which I'd try reshaping the food to make it SEEM like we were eating new and exciting foods everyday, but honestly, it was just meat, rice, and salmon. Did I mention no spices either?
Anyway, here's the point. My sister has turned into a wunder-Mädchen with a much much longer list that now looks like this:
Updated List of What My Niece and Nephew Can Actually Eat
1. Meat
2. Rice
3. Salmon
4. Baked Goods
1. Meat
2. Rice
3. Salmon
4. Baked Goods
Do you see how much better that actually is?
Wait, what?! Baked goods? Yes, she's mastered the art of gluten free baked goods. To try and re-imagine my own possible world of eating, I decided to try following in her food-steps to test out some gluten free baked good recipes myself.
Here's the thing, it turns out you need like 15 different kinds of gluten free flours, plus 5 kinds of binding agents before you can bake anything resembling anything. And, experimentation no longer works. Balancing our 342 different kinds of gluten free dry goods to create a consistency similar to that offered by 1 gluten-packed flour is tricky. So, just do what the recipe says. I should have photographed my first attempt--fruit pie with gluten free pie crust--so you'd get the picture. JUST DO WHAT THE RECIPE SAYS.
Now, having told you that. I just made these:
Gluten Free Lemon and Almond Meltawaysimage from cannelle et vanille
To be clear, that picture is NOT of the cookies I just made. No. No. That picture is one taken by a professional baking blogger photographer. Duh. It's gorgeous. The original recipe, is found at the baking blog Cannelle et Vanille, and though it requires converting from grams, the result is loverly. Honest.
But here's my warning: (can we get that in bold red letter flashing?)
Strangely, her recipe actually turns out to make only something like 3 lone cookies to roll in that pile of powdered sugar at the end. Weird, isn't it? You might have to lick your fingers to more effectively scoop up some of the left over powdered sugar you hauled out to roll the baked cookies in at the end. Be careful doing this though. It might hurt your tummy after you've already eaten 12 cookies worth of dough during the mixing process. Gluten baking turns out to be tricky. Very tricky.
But here's my warning: (can we get that in bold red letter flashing?)
Strangely, her recipe actually turns out to make only something like 3 lone cookies to roll in that pile of powdered sugar at the end. Weird, isn't it? You might have to lick your fingers to more effectively scoop up some of the left over powdered sugar you hauled out to roll the baked cookies in at the end. Be careful doing this though. It might hurt your tummy after you've already eaten 12 cookies worth of dough during the mixing process. Gluten baking turns out to be tricky. Very tricky.
Tuesday, February 16, 2010
The Chocolate Frozen Dessert (Ice Cream) Taste Test Continues
If you've been reading this blog long enough, you're well aware that the ten-year old and I have a commitment to taste testing vegan dairy substitutes of beverage and frozen dessert variety. We have taken it upon ourselves as a kind of duty to taste test all vegan ice cream varieties and towards that end have rated coconut, soy, and cashew options.
After our last taste test installment (the cashew) I became convinced that people met in Natural Food Stores are not, generally speaking, to be trusted for reliable food recommendations.
We've been steered towards really horrendous non-dairy frozen dessert options by whole heartily enthusiastic fellow-customers multiple times now. It's important to learn from such experiences and take a scientific skepticism to the taste testing process. That is, don't get excited in advance for what (a) appears to be a really yummy taste option, or (b) has been recommended by (even multiple) natural food store customers. I believe that after years of surviving on sorghum powder, and spelt their taste buds are radically confused about what really counts as 'good.'
Tonight, we were able to secure two more vegan frozen dessert options, but decided to further extend our tasting duties into lactose free alternatives, and then also reward ourselves with two types of gelato. Gelato, as most of us realize, is the Italian Royalty of the ice cream world. Surely, by now, we deserved a genuine treat after surviving too many run-ins with the likes of soy dream, and Freezee's Fudgee Fudge (see previous reviews for how outrageously bad these turned out to be; to be clear, Soy Dream is now our standard of measure for how bad things can be any time someone may randomly ask "yeah, but how bad can it be?").
So, we're tasting the following: first, two non-dairy options; second, a goat's milk alternative; finally, two gelatos. All chocolate.
Taste Test Guidelines
Again, here are the tasting guidelines.
We only purchase to taste chocolate frozen desserts. (So far, we've just been tasting things that come in the ice cream style tub. We haven't yet moved onto frozen treats like "ice cream" bars.)
5 point rating system--5 being yum; 1 being absence of yum
VEGAN AND LACTOSE FREE OPTIONS
1. Arctic Zero Frozen Dessert, Chocolate -- Low Calorie, Fat Free, Gluten Free, Lactose Free
Arctic Zero trumps itself as the allergy sufferers option that also supports the needs of those that long to eat an entire pint. Somehow the whole pint contains only 128 calories (what?!). It advertises itself as the "rich, creamy ice cream replacement." After reading all over the container I finally found (they bury this information) that the product is made of whey. Oh little miss muffet! Let's taste what you've been eating all these years!
the ten-year old: "huh." smooth, creamy, subtle, but weird after taste.
rating: 3
(Remarkably, this turned out to be the best of the products we tasted tonight.)
2. Living Harvest TEMPT, hempmilk frozen dessert, chocolate fudge
This product again prides itself on being a good option for those with allergies. It is marketed as both lactose, and gluten free. This product also touts itself as rich in omegas.
I have to confess that the name of this dessert is what convinced me to launch into the time and expense of another frozen dessert taste test. The idea of calling a product TEMPT seemed utterly ridiculous to me, as if they were asking you to recognize it would be bad before you ever tried it. So, with that in mind, let's try it!
me: harder texture. "uh..."
the ten-year old: "what?"
me: (not speaking and instead just writing notes)
the ten-year old: "uchhh... uccchhhhh... can you write that noise? can you? ucchhhhh... that's what i want mine to say."
me: "god. how do i describe this? nutty, cardboard grass woven placemat flavor. but the after taste goes away quickly, which is good."
rating: 2, only cause way better than soy dream.
LACTOSE FREE OPTION
3. LaLoo's Goat's Milk Ice Cream, Deep Chocolate
LaLoo's announces itself as "beyond gelato into wellness." With such a claim we thought it would suit well with the lactose free options, on the one hand, and the gelato options, on the other. The marketing focuses on the health considerations of goat's milk (though it doesn't actually explain what these are), and focuses on being a good alternative for the lactose intolerant.
me: outrageously creamy and rich at first. then very quickly showcases an intensely putrid, sour yech in the mouth. the flavor does not go away quickly.
the ten-year old: (crouching to the floor holding her gut after tasting) "uccchhhh... i HATE goat's milk. god! do you SEE? do you SEE why i wanted to just get something we'd had before and know we like? oh god!"
rating: the ten-year old clarifies that when you first put it in your mouth it is a 3; then it very quickly devolves into a 0.
GELATO
Having survived the lactose free options, we are looking forward to what we expect to be wonderful--the gelato.
4. Ciao Bella Chocolate Gelato
we agree on the description: creamy, rich. strongly nutty, crisp flavor full in the mouth, which is not very appealing, though not horrible. then that quickly fades to a creamy, appealing, chocolate taste.
rating: 3
5. Talenti Gelato, Double Dark Chocolate
We've intentionally saved this one for last because it looks so good in the container, and several people in the store recommended it. They even agreed that Soy Dream, and Freezee's Fudgee Fudge are horrible, so surely this will be good. Yes? It is our reward for having survived the previous options.
the ten-year old: (her face puckers; she croutches quickly to the floor, holding her gut)
me: "dear god! what do these people do to this stuff?! it is CHOCOLATE! how do you do this to chocolate! you have GELATO HERE PEOPLE. what did you do to this thing?!"
the ten-year old: "you've never reacted like that before when we're rating."
me: (trailing off) "what did you do to this thing..."
the ten-year old: "uccchhhhhh... it is so awful..."
me: "i don't even know how to describe this."
the ten-year old: "HOW ARE YOU TASTING IT AGAIN?! I CAN'T EVEN FINISH WHAT'S ON MY SPOON! OH MY GOD! ANOTHER BITE! YOU'RE HAVING EVEN ANOTHER BITE?!"
me: "i have to figure out how to describe it. oh god... god."
me: weird nutty plus sour flavors. very hard to describe. not good.
the ten-year old: "uuccchhhhhh... can you get that sound in there?"
rating: 1.5, only because it is not as bad as the soy dream. but, it actually upset my stomach.
After our last taste test installment (the cashew) I became convinced that people met in Natural Food Stores are not, generally speaking, to be trusted for reliable food recommendations.
We've been steered towards really horrendous non-dairy frozen dessert options by whole heartily enthusiastic fellow-customers multiple times now. It's important to learn from such experiences and take a scientific skepticism to the taste testing process. That is, don't get excited in advance for what (a) appears to be a really yummy taste option, or (b) has been recommended by (even multiple) natural food store customers. I believe that after years of surviving on sorghum powder, and spelt their taste buds are radically confused about what really counts as 'good.'
Tonight, we were able to secure two more vegan frozen dessert options, but decided to further extend our tasting duties into lactose free alternatives, and then also reward ourselves with two types of gelato. Gelato, as most of us realize, is the Italian Royalty of the ice cream world. Surely, by now, we deserved a genuine treat after surviving too many run-ins with the likes of soy dream, and Freezee's Fudgee Fudge (see previous reviews for how outrageously bad these turned out to be; to be clear, Soy Dream is now our standard of measure for how bad things can be any time someone may randomly ask "yeah, but how bad can it be?").
So, we're tasting the following: first, two non-dairy options; second, a goat's milk alternative; finally, two gelatos. All chocolate.
Taste Test Guidelines
Again, here are the tasting guidelines.
We only purchase to taste chocolate frozen desserts. (So far, we've just been tasting things that come in the ice cream style tub. We haven't yet moved onto frozen treats like "ice cream" bars.)
5 point rating system--5 being yum; 1 being absence of yum
VEGAN AND LACTOSE FREE OPTIONS
1. Arctic Zero Frozen Dessert, Chocolate -- Low Calorie, Fat Free, Gluten Free, Lactose FreeArctic Zero trumps itself as the allergy sufferers option that also supports the needs of those that long to eat an entire pint. Somehow the whole pint contains only 128 calories (what?!). It advertises itself as the "rich, creamy ice cream replacement." After reading all over the container I finally found (they bury this information) that the product is made of whey. Oh little miss muffet! Let's taste what you've been eating all these years!
me: smooth, and creamy up front in the mouth. immediately disappears into the mouth. has a chocolate smell, but only a very slight chocolate flavor. not at all bad. just kind of like eating a cloud. not substantial.
the ten-year old: "huh." smooth, creamy, subtle, but weird after taste.
rating: 3
(Remarkably, this turned out to be the best of the products we tasted tonight.)
2. Living Harvest TEMPT, hempmilk frozen dessert, chocolate fudge This product again prides itself on being a good option for those with allergies. It is marketed as both lactose, and gluten free. This product also touts itself as rich in omegas.
I have to confess that the name of this dessert is what convinced me to launch into the time and expense of another frozen dessert taste test. The idea of calling a product TEMPT seemed utterly ridiculous to me, as if they were asking you to recognize it would be bad before you ever tried it. So, with that in mind, let's try it!
me: harder texture. "uh..."
the ten-year old: "what?"
me: (not speaking and instead just writing notes)
the ten-year old: "uchhh... uccchhhhh... can you write that noise? can you? ucchhhhh... that's what i want mine to say."
me: "god. how do i describe this? nutty, cardboard grass woven placemat flavor. but the after taste goes away quickly, which is good."
rating: 2, only cause way better than soy dream.
LACTOSE FREE OPTION
3. LaLoo's Goat's Milk Ice Cream, Deep ChocolateLaLoo's announces itself as "beyond gelato into wellness." With such a claim we thought it would suit well with the lactose free options, on the one hand, and the gelato options, on the other. The marketing focuses on the health considerations of goat's milk (though it doesn't actually explain what these are), and focuses on being a good alternative for the lactose intolerant.
me: outrageously creamy and rich at first. then very quickly showcases an intensely putrid, sour yech in the mouth. the flavor does not go away quickly.
the ten-year old: (crouching to the floor holding her gut after tasting) "uccchhhh... i HATE goat's milk. god! do you SEE? do you SEE why i wanted to just get something we'd had before and know we like? oh god!"
rating: the ten-year old clarifies that when you first put it in your mouth it is a 3; then it very quickly devolves into a 0.
GELATO
Having survived the lactose free options, we are looking forward to what we expect to be wonderful--the gelato.
4. Ciao Bella Chocolate Gelatowe agree on the description: creamy, rich. strongly nutty, crisp flavor full in the mouth, which is not very appealing, though not horrible. then that quickly fades to a creamy, appealing, chocolate taste.
rating: 3
5. Talenti Gelato, Double Dark ChocolateWe've intentionally saved this one for last because it looks so good in the container, and several people in the store recommended it. They even agreed that Soy Dream, and Freezee's Fudgee Fudge are horrible, so surely this will be good. Yes? It is our reward for having survived the previous options.
the ten-year old: (her face puckers; she croutches quickly to the floor, holding her gut)
me: "dear god! what do these people do to this stuff?! it is CHOCOLATE! how do you do this to chocolate! you have GELATO HERE PEOPLE. what did you do to this thing?!"
the ten-year old: "you've never reacted like that before when we're rating."
me: (trailing off) "what did you do to this thing..."
the ten-year old: "uccchhhhhh... it is so awful..."
me: "i don't even know how to describe this."
the ten-year old: "HOW ARE YOU TASTING IT AGAIN?! I CAN'T EVEN FINISH WHAT'S ON MY SPOON! OH MY GOD! ANOTHER BITE! YOU'RE HAVING EVEN ANOTHER BITE?!"
me: "i have to figure out how to describe it. oh god... god."
me: weird nutty plus sour flavors. very hard to describe. not good.
the ten-year old: "uuccchhhhhh... can you get that sound in there?"
rating: 1.5, only because it is not as bad as the soy dream. but, it actually upset my stomach.
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