Yesssssss. Welcome.
In the Trader Joe's parking lot:
uhm, okaaaaay...
I, for one, welcome our new Salmon Tortellini Overlords.
6.27.2005
Sunday sightings
At the corner of Cerillos + Baca:
Yesssssss. Welcome.
In the Trader Joe's parking lot:
uhm, okaaaaay...
I, for one, welcome our new Salmon Tortellini Overlords.
Yesssssss. Welcome.
In the Trader Joe's parking lot:
uhm, okaaaaay...
I, for one, welcome our new Salmon Tortellini Overlords.
6.26.2005
New Mexico Letterpress
We finally made it to the letterpress shop that was recommended to us by Jim Sherraden during our visit to Hatch Show Print in Nashville. We'd scouted it out and discovered that it's part of the museum at the Palace of the Governors, but hadn't made it there yet to check it out.
After easy start to Sunday morning (after a call from Paul + Tess telling us they'll be in in town next week), we headed over to the Palace Print Shop to see what it was all about. Tom, who it was recommeded we meet, wasn't there today. But James gave us a tour of the shop and the equipment, showed us work (completed and in progress) that they were working on, and just talked with us (including sharing small world/town stories). They have an extensive collection of presses representing the history of printing in New Mexico, and apparently, of the printed material; but they also function as a working press, creating books, artwork, and even posters for Palace events.
To top it all off, the current exhibition at the Palace is Lasting Impressions: The Private Presses of New Mexico, all about the small presses (starting from the early days of colonization) that have produced books and artwork in New Mexico. All the work and the displays of equipment turned out to be a bit overwhelming; but that's OK, it's on display for another year-and-a-half.
After easy start to Sunday morning (after a call from Paul + Tess telling us they'll be in in town next week), we headed over to the Palace Print Shop to see what it was all about. Tom, who it was recommeded we meet, wasn't there today. But James gave us a tour of the shop and the equipment, showed us work (completed and in progress) that they were working on, and just talked with us (including sharing small world/town stories). They have an extensive collection of presses representing the history of printing in New Mexico, and apparently, of the printed material; but they also function as a working press, creating books, artwork, and even posters for Palace events.
To top it all off, the current exhibition at the Palace is Lasting Impressions: The Private Presses of New Mexico, all about the small presses (starting from the early days of colonization) that have produced books and artwork in New Mexico. All the work and the displays of equipment turned out to be a bit overwhelming; but that's OK, it's on display for another year-and-a-half.
Saturday Night Out In Santa Fe
Last night, Janie and Joa treated us to a night out in Santa Fe. A pretty substantial thunderstorm (especially at their place, a couple miles away) led off the evening, which started at the Italian restaurant Andiamo. A wonderful meal was had by all, and we had a nice, leisurely time catching up and sharing stories.
Then, off to El Museo Cultural for a play put on by Red Thread Collective — Aucassin and Nicolette (scroll down).
The setting reminded me a great deal of a place where I first saw Cyrano de Bergerac probably about 20 years ago on one of the "forced culture" outings with my parents. El Museo couldn't have seated more than about 100 people, and you were never more than eight or so rows away from the action. Occasionally, actors would exit and enter down the aisles, and during one particularly absurd scene, they were lobbing foam "fruit" out at us, expecting us to return it. The play's an adaptation of a Medieval love story, occasionally a musical, and it was generally agreed that it was at its strongest when it really didn't take itself too seriously — the actors got to have some fun with it all, and the audience came along for the ride.
But it was a really good time. It's been a long time since we've been to see an actual play — Titus Andronicus in Halifax, Nova Scotia about six years back at their Shakespeare by the Sea, a pretty intense experience. Even with all the plays I saw as a part of the "forced culture," continuing on into outings in high school, and even into a drama class that we both wound up in at college, I still forget that there's just something special about live theater, the immediacy, especially in such an intimate setting.
Then, off to El Museo Cultural for a play put on by Red Thread Collective — Aucassin and Nicolette (scroll down).
The setting reminded me a great deal of a place where I first saw Cyrano de Bergerac probably about 20 years ago on one of the "forced culture" outings with my parents. El Museo couldn't have seated more than about 100 people, and you were never more than eight or so rows away from the action. Occasionally, actors would exit and enter down the aisles, and during one particularly absurd scene, they were lobbing foam "fruit" out at us, expecting us to return it. The play's an adaptation of a Medieval love story, occasionally a musical, and it was generally agreed that it was at its strongest when it really didn't take itself too seriously — the actors got to have some fun with it all, and the audience came along for the ride.
But it was a really good time. It's been a long time since we've been to see an actual play — Titus Andronicus in Halifax, Nova Scotia about six years back at their Shakespeare by the Sea, a pretty intense experience. Even with all the plays I saw as a part of the "forced culture," continuing on into outings in high school, and even into a drama class that we both wound up in at college, I still forget that there's just something special about live theater, the immediacy, especially in such an intimate setting.
6.25.2005
Unrelated, Other Than We Got Vineyards Here, Too
Raphael's featured prominently in this piece on Maryland vineyards.
6.24.2005
Fencing In New Mexico
With our apartment, we're getting a free subscription to the Los Alamos Monitor, which arrives in a clump in our mailbox. I brought a pile back when we were housesitting, and ran across an announcement in the sports section for the Los Alamos Fencing Club. It sounded interesting, but also sounded like an hour-long drive, but it reminded me that I needed to check in with the High Desert Fencing group to see about finding a club, which utimately led me to the New Mexico Fencing Foundation. I had an email exchange with the coach, and was encouraged to come out to visit.
So, last night I headed out to the Genoveva Chavez Community Center. It's off Rodeo Drive — as it turns out, by way of the same road that leads to the Santa Fe Rodeo, currently in progress. Accidentally, I got around the traffic, and into the Center. Which is a pretty amazing construct: huge pool area, skating rink, indoor basketball courts. Checking in, the staff was a little unsure if there was fencing that night, but was told that past the weight room, up on the mezzanine, "is where they play." Once I started along, the "ching ching" sound of blades was easy to follow; finding the stairs up was a different matter.
On the mezzanine, there was space for three strips. Two were set up with electric, the third for the coach. He noticed my arrival, and sent one of the club members over to welcome me. He explained that they pretty much only do electric, given the new "timing" used in competitiion. Luckily, they have gear to loan out; I have a lamé that I left at the apartment, but haven't had any other working electric equipment in about a decade.
After a couple months off, I figured I'd ease into it by starting with my normal warmup routine, some footwork then stretching.
Oh, my goodness, the altitude.
I was sucking wind, badly, after just a few minutes. By then, a few more foil fencers had arrived and started on one of the strips. I was invited over to join in. I fenced two of the guys, some sparring that moved on to bouting. In between gasps and buying time between hits, I managed to do pretty well, tying one bout (called on account of injury) and winning another — in addition to breathing, I just wanted to represent for Coach Jun and the rest of the gang at Olde Town. I had to take a break for a while, but got in about an hour or so of fencing. It felt good to be back; I really think (and hope) that my clouded judgement was due mostly to time off and oxygen deprivation.
Got to speak with the coach for a bit once I'd decided to wrap up for the evening. I owned up that, though I've been doing this for years, I do like fencing, just not enough to commit to regular competition and all the training that entails. Overall, seems like a good group, and they meet at pretty convenient times, Monday and Thursday evenings and Saturday mornings. The cost is more than I'm used to, but I plan on trying to make a habit of it for the next few weeks and seeing how it all goes.
So, last night I headed out to the Genoveva Chavez Community Center. It's off Rodeo Drive — as it turns out, by way of the same road that leads to the Santa Fe Rodeo, currently in progress. Accidentally, I got around the traffic, and into the Center. Which is a pretty amazing construct: huge pool area, skating rink, indoor basketball courts. Checking in, the staff was a little unsure if there was fencing that night, but was told that past the weight room, up on the mezzanine, "is where they play." Once I started along, the "ching ching" sound of blades was easy to follow; finding the stairs up was a different matter.
On the mezzanine, there was space for three strips. Two were set up with electric, the third for the coach. He noticed my arrival, and sent one of the club members over to welcome me. He explained that they pretty much only do electric, given the new "timing" used in competitiion. Luckily, they have gear to loan out; I have a lamé that I left at the apartment, but haven't had any other working electric equipment in about a decade.
After a couple months off, I figured I'd ease into it by starting with my normal warmup routine, some footwork then stretching.
Oh, my goodness, the altitude.
I was sucking wind, badly, after just a few minutes. By then, a few more foil fencers had arrived and started on one of the strips. I was invited over to join in. I fenced two of the guys, some sparring that moved on to bouting. In between gasps and buying time between hits, I managed to do pretty well, tying one bout (called on account of injury) and winning another — in addition to breathing, I just wanted to represent for Coach Jun and the rest of the gang at Olde Town. I had to take a break for a while, but got in about an hour or so of fencing. It felt good to be back; I really think (and hope) that my clouded judgement was due mostly to time off and oxygen deprivation.
Got to speak with the coach for a bit once I'd decided to wrap up for the evening. I owned up that, though I've been doing this for years, I do like fencing, just not enough to commit to regular competition and all the training that entails. Overall, seems like a good group, and they meet at pretty convenient times, Monday and Thursday evenings and Saturday mornings. The cost is more than I'm used to, but I plan on trying to make a habit of it for the next few weeks and seeing how it all goes.
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