My new neighbor grows garlic. Lots of it. I clearly moved to the right neighbor.
Tonight, I made garlic scape pesto.
Bunch of Garlic Scapes
Pecorino Romano
Olive Oil
Pistachios (!)
I put it on some leftover Mac&Cheese. Anders put it on some freshly made Mac&Cheese&Tuna.
Dottie was more interested in the tuna.
6.30.2008
6.26.2008
6.24.2008
6.23.2008
june can be drunk on summer fun
I wish I knew how to write AppleScripts. That would make all the upconverting of files for Jake's DVD go faster. Plus it would make me even more of a computer nerd.
Friday night, Nate and Anders and I biked to Heidelberg's and watched some baseball. They couldn't manage to get the Cardinals/Red Sox game on, though, and so we left after a pitcher. Besides, while Heidelberg's was kind of fun 3 summers ago when it was empty, it was not so fun on a crowded Friday evening when the majority of people there were wearing stick-on nametags.
Billy and Liz's wedding was just excellent. Their reading was a selection from The Watchmen. On the walk home, Nate, Ande and I took some time lying in the grass in Antelope Park. There were lightning strikes and stars to be watched.
Everything in this part of Nebraska is still green, and it's almost July.
Next week, sibling road trip to Santa Fe to visit the relatives. You should read the blog of one of the relatives here.
Friday night, Nate and Anders and I biked to Heidelberg's and watched some baseball. They couldn't manage to get the Cardinals/Red Sox game on, though, and so we left after a pitcher. Besides, while Heidelberg's was kind of fun 3 summers ago when it was empty, it was not so fun on a crowded Friday evening when the majority of people there were wearing stick-on nametags.
Billy and Liz's wedding was just excellent. Their reading was a selection from The Watchmen. On the walk home, Nate, Ande and I took some time lying in the grass in Antelope Park. There were lightning strikes and stars to be watched.
Everything in this part of Nebraska is still green, and it's almost July.
Next week, sibling road trip to Santa Fe to visit the relatives. You should read the blog of one of the relatives here.
6.14.2008
6.04.2008
6.02.2008
Lincolnites try to make 13-hour song
From the Lincoln Journal-Star:
By MICAH MERTES / Lincoln Journal Star
Monday, Jun 02, 2008 - 12:19:24 am CDT
They’re running a little late, so Mathias Svalina starts to strum a guitar and sing to no one, because they need to get this song started if they’re going to make it 13 hours.
The movie “Top Gun” plays on mute on a nearby TV-VCR combo.
“It’s better we do this on time rather than correctly,” Svalina says. “Although, I’m not sure what correctly would be.”
Anders Peterson (left), 27; Ande Reinkordt, 28; and Elisabeth Reinkordt, 25, play a ventilation duct, an electric guitar and a keyboard during a 13-hour improvisational song on Sunday at Box Awesome, 815 O St. (Micah Mertes)
There’s no textbook example of performing a single, uninterrupted, improvisational 13-hour-long song with no structure, no rules, no purpose. All that matters is the duration. It will take a fluctuating set of musicians — and some who aren’t musicians — to make it through the half-day-long set.
If you’re looking for a rational, you’re out of luck. It’s not supposed to make sense. It’s just supposed to last 13 hours.
Starting at noon on Sunday, a group of Lincolnites came together to tackle the senseless endeavor in the basement of Box Awesome, 815 O St. Their plan was to make it to 1 a.m. Monday, employing every conceivable sound-making instrument or device.
Guitars, computer keyboards, mandolins, voices, typewriters, balloons, mic distortion, ventilation duct, a Pat Robertson tape played in slow motion. The results are dissonant, bizarre, but not without moments of unexpected beauty.
“Well, it comes to being that everything is an instrument,” says Ande Reinkordt, the founder of local band Man’s Last Great Invention and a participant in one-song Sunday. “Everything makes some sort of sound.
There’s a visual component as well.
A drawing of Kiefer Sutherland’s vampire of “The Lost Boys” takes the stage at one point. Architect and Lincolnite Marti Gottsch sings through a big lion mask. Movies of the ’80s — “Top Gun,” “War Games,” “Willow,” “Ghost” — play on the TV.
And Elisabeth Reinkordt, Ande’s wife, has set up an old projector, which is playing 18-mm film reels of black and white documentaries about monkeys and child psychology. Elisabeth found the reels while Dumpster diving outside a local high school.
The 13-hour-long song offers a strange accompaniment to both the ’80s movies and the educational documentaries, which play simultaneously.
The volleyball scene in “Top Gun” carries new weight during the sonic distortion. And the electric-guitar-keyboard-ventilation-duct ensemble provides a rousing backdrop to the final dogfight.
“We saved Maverick,” Ande says, after the scene ends.
People come and go, doing what they can to contribute to the experimental opus.
But at the two-hour mark, the performers start to realize that, wow, they’ve still got 11 hours left. No one says so, but there’s palpable doubt on a few faces.
Can they make it?
Only those still there at the end know for sure.
Reach Micah Mertes at 473-7395 or mmertes@journalstar.com.
By MICAH MERTES / Lincoln Journal Star
Monday, Jun 02, 2008 - 12:19:24 am CDT
They’re running a little late, so Mathias Svalina starts to strum a guitar and sing to no one, because they need to get this song started if they’re going to make it 13 hours.
The movie “Top Gun” plays on mute on a nearby TV-VCR combo.
“It’s better we do this on time rather than correctly,” Svalina says. “Although, I’m not sure what correctly would be.”
Anders Peterson (left), 27; Ande Reinkordt, 28; and Elisabeth Reinkordt, 25, play a ventilation duct, an electric guitar and a keyboard during a 13-hour improvisational song on Sunday at Box Awesome, 815 O St. (Micah Mertes)There’s no textbook example of performing a single, uninterrupted, improvisational 13-hour-long song with no structure, no rules, no purpose. All that matters is the duration. It will take a fluctuating set of musicians — and some who aren’t musicians — to make it through the half-day-long set.
If you’re looking for a rational, you’re out of luck. It’s not supposed to make sense. It’s just supposed to last 13 hours.
Starting at noon on Sunday, a group of Lincolnites came together to tackle the senseless endeavor in the basement of Box Awesome, 815 O St. Their plan was to make it to 1 a.m. Monday, employing every conceivable sound-making instrument or device.
Guitars, computer keyboards, mandolins, voices, typewriters, balloons, mic distortion, ventilation duct, a Pat Robertson tape played in slow motion. The results are dissonant, bizarre, but not without moments of unexpected beauty.
“Well, it comes to being that everything is an instrument,” says Ande Reinkordt, the founder of local band Man’s Last Great Invention and a participant in one-song Sunday. “Everything makes some sort of sound.
There’s a visual component as well.
A drawing of Kiefer Sutherland’s vampire of “The Lost Boys” takes the stage at one point. Architect and Lincolnite Marti Gottsch sings through a big lion mask. Movies of the ’80s — “Top Gun,” “War Games,” “Willow,” “Ghost” — play on the TV.
And Elisabeth Reinkordt, Ande’s wife, has set up an old projector, which is playing 18-mm film reels of black and white documentaries about monkeys and child psychology. Elisabeth found the reels while Dumpster diving outside a local high school.
The 13-hour-long song offers a strange accompaniment to both the ’80s movies and the educational documentaries, which play simultaneously.
The volleyball scene in “Top Gun” carries new weight during the sonic distortion. And the electric-guitar-keyboard-ventilation-duct ensemble provides a rousing backdrop to the final dogfight.
“We saved Maverick,” Ande says, after the scene ends.
People come and go, doing what they can to contribute to the experimental opus.
But at the two-hour mark, the performers start to realize that, wow, they’ve still got 11 hours left. No one says so, but there’s palpable doubt on a few faces.
Can they make it?
Only those still there at the end know for sure.
Reach Micah Mertes at 473-7395 or mmertes@journalstar.com.
6.01.2008
One Song Sunday
From Ande:
OK. It's time to start digging out your old banjos, guitars, bowls, kick drums, bongos, clapping hands, nintendos, kazoos, screams, televisions, cats, washtub basses, art, dolphins, crazy eyes, tds, feet, and anything that you might like to make sound and music with. One Song Sunday is upon us. June 1st at Box Awesome ... Starting at Noon the sound will begin and will not end until 1am...ultimate patience in collaboration. Please Join Us!
5.29.2008
storms! storms!
warnings and touchdowns and hails and winds and tornadoes and counties being listed off and my cat's watching a mosquito killer making circles on the ceiling
5.28.2008
5.27.2008
Ok, I'm Conflicted
I love that my pick for president includes smart growth and things like bicycles into his transportation platform. (Especially after the current Secretary of Transportation claimed that bikes and pedestrians "weren't actually forms of transportation.")
But making spoke cards? C'mon.
But making spoke cards? C'mon.
5.26.2008
memorially riding day bikes
This morning, Felice, Mathias, and I headed out on city trails for a good long ride. Near my house, we saw lots of downed trees from last night's storm.
The 60+ mph wind gusts made the trees look like this, even with a fast shutter speed. My neighbor, however, was so committed to finishing her yard work that she was out with her LEAF BLOWER.
Once we got into the suburbs, the erosive properties of new development and empty lots filled the underpasses with an inch of mud.
Levels of bike gear appropriateness for conditions:
Mathias -- Kona dr. dew with disc brakes, off-road tires
Felice -- Surly cross check with fenders, cross tires
Me -- Bertoni roadie, slick tires
I managed to stay on the bike through it all, but at the end of the trail, as we walked up the 30 or so feet to the street, both Felice and I got so much mud caked to our brake calipers/fenders that our wheels no longer rotated. As we pulled off handfuls of mud, Mathias threw more at us. About a mile later, on another mud slick, we considered going mud sliding on the sidewalk along 84th street. We chose to throw mud at each other instead.
Once we got home, I was too Germanically driven to clean off my bike to take photos of the muddiness. Apologies. Here's video of the tree in my front yard, instead.
Wind Storm from nocoastfilms on Vimeo.
The 60+ mph wind gusts made the trees look like this, even with a fast shutter speed. My neighbor, however, was so committed to finishing her yard work that she was out with her LEAF BLOWER.
Once we got into the suburbs, the erosive properties of new development and empty lots filled the underpasses with an inch of mud.
Levels of bike gear appropriateness for conditions:
Mathias -- Kona dr. dew with disc brakes, off-road tires
Felice -- Surly cross check with fenders, cross tires
Me -- Bertoni roadie, slick tires
I managed to stay on the bike through it all, but at the end of the trail, as we walked up the 30 or so feet to the street, both Felice and I got so much mud caked to our brake calipers/fenders that our wheels no longer rotated. As we pulled off handfuls of mud, Mathias threw more at us. About a mile later, on another mud slick, we considered going mud sliding on the sidewalk along 84th street. We chose to throw mud at each other instead.
Once we got home, I was too Germanically driven to clean off my bike to take photos of the muddiness. Apologies. Here's video of the tree in my front yard, instead.
Wind Storm from nocoastfilms on Vimeo.
5.21.2008
Room for One Color
Taken at the Olafur Eliasson exhibit at SFMoMA in January.
People look nice under one color of light.
5.17.2008
Bike to Work Day 2008
Since pretty much every day is bike to work day for me, going on over a year now, yesterday was nothing too exceptional. I did, however, have to strap some additional gear on my bag in preparation for camping.
5.15.2008
5.10.2008
Lunch
Egg Salad Sandwiches (to make 3)
Olive Bread from Le Quartier
3 Eggs, hard-boiled
about a 1/4 lb. of Pea Shoots
Olive Oil
Salt
Pepper
Dash of Vinegar
Eat.
5.08.2008
Bike to Work Week
Next week (May 12-18) is Bike to Work Week. Too bad we don't have this kind of parking...
5.02.2008
This Made Me Laugh Out Loud
On my commute home today, I nearly ran over a squirrel's tail. ON A BIKE! I started giggling and said "Whoa!"
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