8.28.2007

Palm Pilot



Attorney General Alberto Gonzales has finally done something important to advance the cause of justice. He has resigned. (NY Times, 8-28-07)


Today's Science Times has a nice bit of research on non-verbal communication, a linguistic bridge of sorts between the human world and our relatives. Palms up, the universal sign for a handout, is apparently easily understood by chimpanzees, and we've simply added a layer of complexity, the shrug, to say "sorry, dude." The inverse of palms up, a strong palms down, is therefore used to imply authority, like public speakers and those in charge use to shush the crowd and display their control.

Exhibit A:

Alberto Gonzalez: "It's OK, I've got this under control."

The downturned palms are meant to reassure the Senate committee that things are all right, things are OK. You are being told. There is no ask for help here.







Exhibit B:

Alberto Gonzalez: "Uhhh...sorry?"

Still a bit dismissive, but there is a slight shrug, a palm showing up and out. Not quite the asking for a handout palms up, but I wouldn't be surprised if we find one of those in the coming days.

8.27.2007

Assault on Bike Path

Via Cheeks of God:

They've been talking all morning on KLIN about a woman that almost got assaulted on the bike trail at around 48th and X this morning. She said some Hispanic guy had a knife and was trying to rape her.


Um. Not cool.

8.25.2007

Heatstroke 100


Post Update with photos is coming, I promise, but right now, for the record:

Felice and I did 67 miles in 5 hours today. Success!

8.24.2007

No Vampires



Mathias Svalina's
poembook Why I Am White is now out from Kitchen Press. Get it. Mathias will be doing the book release reading in Brooklyn on November 2nd. I think poets need roadies, so I'm attempting to develop the Poet-Roadie persona between now and then.

Last night, Ande, Mathias and I made an excellent array of tapas. Mushrooms in sherry, mixed olive tapenade, pan y tomate, gazpacho, mahon, and plenty of bread, accompanied by sherry and wine. I consider it a distinct measure of success when 3 of 4 prepared dishes contain raw garlic.

Tomorrow is the Heatstroke 100 ride. Felice and I have received our uniforms, and shall be ready to go at 6:30 in the AM.

Oh, Context

8.23.2007

The Wanderings of My Subconscious

or The Kale Birther, A Crowded Train to New York and Chicago, The Hectograph, and The Predator

I imagined a woman who doesn't want a baby, births kale instead. I climbed over the heads of people on an aisle-less train, trying to get my bags. The hectograph churned in the background. The Predator enveloped everything below me it its being, scaring me awake.



I've realized I really like the tone bed that is This American Life, more than I necessarily like the content of the shows. I am, of course, always quite enthralled with dedicated listening, but I'm aware also that the sound of the show gives me the same sense of relaxation, even if I'm not paying attention.

The film world is abuzz with mumbles, as mumblecore reaches the pages of the NY Times and others with the debut of Hannah Takes The Stairs. This is the defining film movement of my generation, eh?

8.22.2007

TONIGHT! Documentary Screening and Pie Potluck

Tonight at Maggie's in the Haymarket:

Sustainable/Slow Food Pie Potluck with special screening of Living With The Land: Sustainable Agriculture in Nebraska, a film by none other than the author of the non-coastal simulacral extravaganza!

6-8 PM, bring a savory or sweet sort of pie, made with something local. The film will be projected on the building.

8.21.2007

Training Week: Ride #1


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Google's new map embed feature is still a little unironed, seeing as though my initial plotted map showed us going straight down 14th Street, not onto Warlick and Hwy 77 -- well, also, not to mention the bike paths we went on can't be selected -- but this is a pretty good sketch of last night's training ride.

Felice and I left shortly after 5 in oppressive humidity and rush hour traffic, had spectacular views of clouds at the crest of 40th and Saltillo Road, and then headed back into Lincoln, only to be completely overpowered by an incredibly fast-moving and powerful thunderstorm. With branches falling and the suddenly cold wind whipping into our tires, we took shelter with the remainders of kiddie football practice at Tierra Park, then waited for a ride (the coaches adopted us a little, making sure we had one coming) from Ande as rain poured, winds gusted to 80 mph, and golf ball sized hail pounded down. When Ande did arrive, we loaded the bikes in the downpour, hail pinging off my helmet, then drove slowly back through neighborhoods darkened by power outages, dodging massive fallen tree limbs.

8.17.2007

Start Making Sense

As in the aftermath of any trip, I have returned to the routine accompanied by a distinct sense of malaise. Questions are never just answered, much less so by jaunts in what-might-be lands of make-believe, and yet, just like a snowglobe that sat collecting dust for months, a little shake makes the world look magical, beautiful, and yet crushingly confined once again.

Listening to a fantastic (and granted, few aren't) episode of This American Life entitled "Special Ed" on the road, I was reminded of the daunting task of editing roughly 10 hours of footage I've shot of my aunt telling meandering parts her life story. I've been making excuses about this forever. My mother, now retired, is prodding me as well, and when she starts doing that, it's really time to get serious.

It is truly rewarding to find that friends seeking advice can in turn become reciprocal advisers mere weeks later. Thus thanks to Mike, with whom I've been sharing frequent and long phone conversations on life, love, learning, and confusion. Most recently, the perks of the academic calendar, the regrets of not taking advantage of resources while you have free access to them, and what to make of yourself if what you know is that you like telling people about stuff that is super-interesting. How many times do I start a sentence with "Oooh, I was reading this article....."?

My last trip left me hellbent on planning school. This remains an area of great interest to me, and yet I feel I may have the foresight to realize that I could easily find myself in a similar state of mind four years down the road, pushing e-mails around in a bureaucratic capacity, gainfully yet unfulfillingly employed.

I saw a piece at the MoMA on Monday that had exactly the fusion of media and urbanism I find so exciting. It was a video piece that layered architectural renderings on top of the existing urban landscape, filling brownfields with parks and new buildings, shifting perspective, integrating the visionary phrases that make urban design compelling. Part of what makes this so exciting to me is that such a fusion can and is being done, and furthermore, that it can be done anywhere in the world. I learned from a co-worker whose son is an architect that Google Earth and Sketch Up -- a program that facilitates architectural renderings -- are being integrated such that a designer can overlay their design directly on the satellite photo of the site.

But what of this having a scattershot of passions and interests? Ah, the lure of the family profession, teaching. It would, of course, put me regularly on the academic calendar, that madness that keeps you working non-stop 9 months out of the year, with a shy-of-three-month stretch in the summer to pursue other projects and diversions. And with the developing ubiquity of video as a means of communication, particularly of the independent or so-called "people-powered" variety, it seems as though a background in video paired with some stripe of social/public policy education ought to make a solid educator in the social sciences, does it not?

It remains of phase of dreaming and questioning. Stop Making Excuses. Start Making Sense.

8.16.2007

Return Enter




(lots more photos on flickr)

I'm back on the Ol' Great Plains, or in the Lonesome Crowded West, as Modest Mouse once so elegantly put it. It is not hot, but oppressively humid, a strange feeling for Nebraska in August. Perhaps it's because Brooklyn is the place that got the tornado last week.

...

Alex Svoboda got brutalized by police in North Providence.

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8.11.2007

Cycling in Brooklyn

Spent the afternoon/evening biking around Brooklyn with my dudes John and Alex. They had an extra '70s Schwinn roadie, lady-frame, for someone about 6 inches shorter than me. We posted it all the way up, and I rode very upright in my dress. Took a few blocks to get the feel for riding against traffic, through traffic, blowing lights, and then a long hill at which I found out the brakes on this bike are not as good as mine led to a near-miss with getting totally run over. After several legs of rides, I'm hooked like an unlucky fish.

We had nice Saturday afternoon reading and beer drinking on a secluded little dock where the Gowanus Canal Canoeing Club is headquartered, close enough to an outdoor concert to hear but not have to pay. Picked up some Cuban food (chile poblano with calamari and shrimp for me) in Carroll Gardens and returned to the dock, where we met a nice dog named Roxy. Then watched the last of the bands from a bridge across the canal.

I could live here. It's been wonderful to be in New York for about 24 hours without having entered Manhattan.

8.07.2007

digital loss

Ok, I'll be the first to admit that this is super-pathetic, and very much antithetical to my otherwise relatively anti-consumerist ways. But I can't find my iPod, and it's really pissing me off.

I used it on a bike ride with Nate so we could listen to Fela Kuti. This was before the move. I think I put Gillian Welch on it right before going to Anders's cabin, and then stuck it in my backpack. This was right before the move. I didn't use it at the cabin, so its presence there is only referentially confirmed.

When first looking for it two weeks after moving, I have found only its veins, veins of various sorts, all of its veins. They were mostly in the same place.

Now, as I'm about to embark on a cross-country roadtrip, I've been rummaging over and over through the remaining half-unpacked boxes, to no avail. Could I have really lost it? Where? How? Did I listen to it at work, leave it on my desk, and let it get swiped?

I can't stop talking about it, dreaming about it, and I'd really rather just be able to remember it's a goddamn piece of metal and plastic.

7.31.2007

Rock Bombing

There are many reasons why I love Mathias and Nate. This is but one of them.

7.26.2007

57 CM BERTONI ALUMINUM ROAD BIKE SHIMANO 600

Darin wanted some specs, so here they are.

FRAME & FORK

* BERTONI ALUMINUM FRAME BY:VITUS
* VITUS 979 ALUMINUM FORK


MEASUREMENTS

* 55.5 CM CENTER TO CENTER
* 57 CM CENTER TO TOP
* 56 CM. TOP TUBE
* 32 IN. STAND OVER HEIGHT
* 128 MM REAR SPACING


COMPONENTS:

* SHIMANO 600 ALUMINUM HEAD SET
* SHIMANO 600 AERO LEVERS ANODIZED
* SHIMANO 600 ANODIZED CALIPPERS
* SHIMANO 600 FRONT DERAILLEUR
* SHIMANO 600 REAR DERAILLEUR
* SHIMANO 600 ANODIZED 7 SPEED DOWN TUBE SHIFTERS
* SHIMANO 600 CRANKSET 170 53/42T
* SHIMANO BOTTOM BRACKET
* SHIMANO 600 HUBSET 28 HOLES FRON/32 HOLES REAR
* SHIMANO IG CHAIN
* SHIMANO 7 SPEED CASSETTE
* GIPIEMME BERTONI LOGO PANTO SEAT POST
* NO NAME SADDLE
* 3TTTSTEM 120MM BERTONI PANTO
* 3TTT HANDLE BAR 40CM
* SUPER HARD ARAYA 700C RIMS
* SPECIALIZED TIRES 700X26C

From Pride to Predator

This morning, walking in to work, I saw a woman step nonchalantly a foot out of her way to crush a roach, then pause a half-step back, posing in satisfaction.

Yesterday, Ben told me all about cheeseburgers. He could not eat them; his tongue felt like he imagined it would be like if he had a cat's tongue.

When I had to do the Gallup StrengthsFinder for work, I found out that I think a lot and that I'm kind of a demanding asshole because of it.

I'm better at admiring romance from afar and in works of fiction than appreciating it in reality. See also: I finished watching Pride and Prejudice with Mathias on Tuesday night. We talked about playing the Pride and Prejudice video game, wherein you are Miss Elizabeth Bennet and you have to keep as far away as possible from Mr. Darcy in any given room. The A and B buttons, when pressed, make you say "vexing" and "insufferable," respectively. We also discussed the remake, Pride and Predator
, wherein Mr. Darcy is CGI-replaced by the Predator, or wherein there is a full shot-for-shot remake with Mr. Darcy played by the Predator.

The live soundtrack that Man's Last Great Invention did for Predator was simply fantastic. This will be the start of an ongoing live soundtrack series at Lincoln's new State Theater. Couches, beers, and movies. Excellent.

I'm heading to New York 2 weeks from today.

My bike, according to FedEx tracking, is in Lincoln.

7.23.2007

Drool

I've been very much blessed with the company of good friends from faraway places of late. The most recent (current) visit of a Mr. Hernandez-Stern of Los Angeles en route to New York has involved much cycling (partially documented on folks from lincoln), and has maximized in the purchase of a new road bike for me.
drool. drool. droll.



I'm going to race by you, you just wait.

7.12.2007

Oh, Mr. Darcy

Mathias has a poll up inquiring as to the "hottest" Darcy.

COLIN FIRTH. Teh Hottnessss.



(Actually, you are granted permission by the BBC to access and download a larger version of this photo, ONLY for use as wallpaper.)

7.05.2007

grill skills


This was delicious. Red pepper, yellow zucchini and fresh oregano from Common Good farm, shallots, garlic, onion and freshly ground pepper.