11.29.2006
as predicted
About 3 inches of snow overnight, looks like 2.5 or so on the Throckmorton gauge. Also, as promised, my arty snow-and-railing photo.
11.28.2006
it's official
Received today: first Christmas card (from the Gardners); big box of lebkuchen from Oma (background):
winter weather advisory
Yes, everyone is all excited here about the possibility of snow. All week I've been at the NOAA weather site, watching the continent-size cloud from the northwest sweep our way. More interestingly, are the reports from some of the blogs I read: yesterday, from Vancouver; today from Utah. It looks like tomorrow, I'm going to have to find a snow-covered railing and post a photo of it.
(PS: If you're not already reading Dooce , you should. 20 million customers can't be wrong.)
(PS: If you're not already reading Dooce , you should. 20 million customers can't be wrong.)
11.25.2006
Instead
So, no hike yesterday. Instead:
Village of Painters: Narrative Scrolls from West Bengal at the Museum of International Folk Art. The work of an Indian caste that traditionally created scrolls telling stories — mythological or historical — and went from town to town, singing the narrative as they unrolled the scroll to tell story. The simple style combines with vibrant colors to create some amazing compositions; and the whole approach resembles sequential art (or "comics").
Casino Royale. Not everything I wanted it to be, and certainly not without its faults, but I think it's the best Bond flick since Bond became Bond, 'round about From Russia With Love or Goldfinger.
Village of Painters: Narrative Scrolls from West Bengal at the Museum of International Folk Art. The work of an Indian caste that traditionally created scrolls telling stories — mythological or historical — and went from town to town, singing the narrative as they unrolled the scroll to tell story. The simple style combines with vibrant colors to create some amazing compositions; and the whole approach resembles sequential art (or "comics").
Casino Royale. Not everything I wanted it to be, and certainly not without its faults, but I think it's the best Bond flick since Bond became Bond, 'round about From Russia With Love or Goldfinger.
11.24.2006
Mole Day
Yesterday, headed to Sam and Kimmi's for Mole Day. Not familiar with Mole Day? Following, an excerpt from Sam's Mole Day manifesto:
So, late afternoon we headed on over. Eventually we were joined by two other couples (Cassidy and Zoe, Ryan and Seren) and sat down to the giant pot-luck dinner, which included: sushi, frittata, ceviche, the aforementioned ropa vieja with rice, mashed potatoes, cheese and crackers, and other crunchy, salty snacks. And later, dessert was pumpkin mousse with Cointreau cookies.
We were also treated to a surprise dish, from Sam's childhood in Georgia:
That's iceberg lettuce, with a dollop of mayonnaise, a canned pear half, cheddar cheese, and a cherry on top. After much discussion of what it is called, and what it should be called, we settled on Brendetta — combining Sam's mom's name with vendetta to add that connotation of danger.
The traditional mole day drawings were displayed on the refrigerator.
Making use of the resources of Sam's new pottery studio in the garage, there was also the sculpting of artwork — some of it mole-ish — to be fired this week. There are no photos, sadly, due to the other Mole Day tradition of getting the guys who have never played Xbox and putting controllers in their hand and having them run into walls instead of shooting the monsters like they're supposed to.
Mole Day wrapped up early in the evening, so we continued on to Stacy and Jim's. Their Thanksgiving involves all sorts of special treats from Stacy's job as head chef at a catering company. We arrived after they had finished dinner (but in time to pick at the leftover turkey) and joined the group for some wonderful desserts.
The day-after-Thanksgiving hike has been called due to gray, overcast skies and lingering cough.
* The making of the traditional t-shirt was subsequently rejected as way, way too much effort.
And I thought, this year, if you like, we could invent our own holiday For example . . . Thanksgiving has a turkey . . . maybe we could have a mole as our holiday's mascot. Moles are cute and harmless. Why aren't they extinct? The other night Kimmi rescued a mole in our backyard. Homer, our cat, wanted to "play" with him until he was dead. I looked at the little mole and thought, "mole, you are so little and slump-shouldered, slow and you can't, it seems, defend yourself. Are you blind, too? Jiminy crickets!" We could celebrate the mole. For its dumb luck and reproductive capabilities. Happy Mole Day! We could make our traditional mole t-shirt,* recreating the honored tradition of "drawing the mole," a tradition done every Mole Day morning, after the first cup of tea or joe. Cap'n Crunch Cereal with Crunchberries could be the traditional breakfast for Mole Day — just a suggestion. And so on.
So, late afternoon we headed on over. Eventually we were joined by two other couples (Cassidy and Zoe, Ryan and Seren) and sat down to the giant pot-luck dinner, which included: sushi, frittata, ceviche, the aforementioned ropa vieja with rice, mashed potatoes, cheese and crackers, and other crunchy, salty snacks. And later, dessert was pumpkin mousse with Cointreau cookies.
We were also treated to a surprise dish, from Sam's childhood in Georgia:
That's iceberg lettuce, with a dollop of mayonnaise, a canned pear half, cheddar cheese, and a cherry on top. After much discussion of what it is called, and what it should be called, we settled on Brendetta — combining Sam's mom's name with vendetta to add that connotation of danger.
The traditional mole day drawings were displayed on the refrigerator.
Making use of the resources of Sam's new pottery studio in the garage, there was also the sculpting of artwork — some of it mole-ish — to be fired this week. There are no photos, sadly, due to the other Mole Day tradition of getting the guys who have never played Xbox and putting controllers in their hand and having them run into walls instead of shooting the monsters like they're supposed to.
Mole Day wrapped up early in the evening, so we continued on to Stacy and Jim's. Their Thanksgiving involves all sorts of special treats from Stacy's job as head chef at a catering company. We arrived after they had finished dinner (but in time to pick at the leftover turkey) and joined the group for some wonderful desserts.
The day-after-Thanksgiving hike has been called due to gray, overcast skies and lingering cough.
* The making of the traditional t-shirt was subsequently rejected as way, way too much effort.
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