You know, I’m really good at tagging my photos on Flickr, and tagging other things in other places, but I’m horrible at tagging my blog posts. I guess it’s ’cause WordPress makes it difficult, or more difficult than I think it should be. As a result my categories are worthless. Oh well.
I feel absolutely bloody fantastic. I’ve got a lot of wonderful stuff going on in my life right now. One of those things, high on the list but not the top yet most relevant to this evening’s post, is the weather. I am pleased as punch about the weather right now. It was hot here in June, then I went to Spain and baked my brain for a month and a half, and when I got back it was even hotter and twice as muggy as when I’d left. Seriously, I can’t remember suffering like this in recent memory. Well, except for those four years I lived in New Orleans. This was pretty much par for the course about 10 months out of the year. I remember one time in October that I left a show at 3:00AM and I was walking back to the car wearing a tank top and was sweating profusely from the heat and humidity. In October. In the middle of the night. That was almost as ridiculous as being bitten by mosquitoes in January. New Orleans had a lot of things going for it but the climate sure wasn’t one of them.
BUT I DIGRESS
Last night it finally got down into the 50s and I thought I was going to scream I was so happy. I slept with all the windows in the apartment open and woke up underneath my not-so-thick comforter this morning all slightly chilly and it was beyond fantastic. I’ve got a pretty energy-efficient apartment so I just closed the windows this morning and when I came home it was still cool in here. I think if this weather holds then I have run the AC for the last time in 2007, and hooray for that.
Other reason (among many) that I’m in a great mood is that this weather means I can start riding my bike to and from work / school again without becoming a stenchpig. The ride home today was effortless and at just the right temperature that I was hot but not sweating when I arrived. Then I enjoyed my cool apartment while eating my current favorite meal:
1/2 large cucumber, chopped
1 roma tomato, chopped
ample olive oil
splash of balsamic vinegar
sprinkle of salt
several grinds of black pepper
a few basil leaves chopped fine
and then a light grating of cheese (today’s choice: Emmenthaler)
Seriously, I’ve had this for pre-dinner (but is it really a salad?) several times in the past month. It is so so good and light and refreshing that you should bring all the ingredients over here and eat it with me. Bring enough for me too.
After my pre-dinner I went on my first real bike+photo ride in months and months. I was in the habit of doing this almost ever night before I left and then it was simply too damn hot when I got back. I’ve been feeling a bit off in my inspiration for shooting, and then I see other people’s work (see previous post) and it just makes me question why I’m not taking more and better pictures. So. I was kind of disappointed today to not be doing portraiture BUT I was pleased with those with which I returned.
Out of today’s 79 exposures I got three good ones, all taken during sunset and I couldn’t be happier. I’m happy to have even gotten three usable ones, much less usable ones that I really like.
Man, I’ve got a whole list of other reasons I’m happy but you know what I also have? A whole sink of dishes to wash. I shouldn’t cook such extravagant and wonderful and complex and tasty dinners. I should just eat hot dogs. All the time.
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Current inspiration: the portraits of Denis Rouvre. I hope to be able to take photographs like that one day. I guess I just need to start asking all those interesting people I see every day if they’d sit for me.
And I need a flash unit to replace mine, which died. Or maybe two.
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Is it possible for something to smell bad enough that it could wake you up?
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I’m usually only kind of peripherally aware that caffeine is a stimulant until the waitress at the barbecue joint has filled up my glass of sweet tea for the twentieth time and I start to get a bit shaky. I’m not sure but I think the sugar content may also have a detrimental effect on both my well-being and my ability to sit still.
There’s nothing like being wide-eyed awake at 2:00AM when you’ve gotta be somewhere in six hours.
I’m gonna go lie in bed and think real fast for a while.
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I originally was going to write a little something about the two-year anniversary of Hurricane Katrina but the more I looked at what I wrote on Flickr about this topic the more I realized I’d said pretty much everything I wanted to say.
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1.) It wasn’t until I was somewhere in my mid-20s that I realized that the name ‘Grand Ole Opry’ was actually [parodying / mocking / accepting] the southern pronunciation of the word opera. It had never occurred to me. Having grown up with the word Opry I just assumed it signified something I’d realize or recognize when I got older, or maybe it was someone’s last name (Harold Opry?) or any other number of situations. ‘Course that’s not as bad as this girl I knew who, at age 16 or thereabouts, was sitting with me in a Waffle House and after staring at the menu exclaimed, “Oh, I get it! 24/7 means twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week – you know, like, they’re open all the time!”
2.) I like checking my mail on campus. The little alcove that houses my TTU mailbox (and the boxes of hundreds of others) always smells like a comic book shop. On the days when someone has left the door closed and the smell builds up I walk in and am engulfed in the aroma of cheap paper and something else, something dry. Maybe it’s the tile floors. Maybe it’s the actual sensation of aridity. Is that even the word I want? Regardless, it’s a short-term miniature time machine and I’m in my early teens again, hanging out at Bob’s Collector’s Den or Big D’s and thumbing the most recent issue of Spider-Man.
3.) Normally I don’t brag on my friends’ photos because most of my friends take excellent pics and if I talked about all the ones I like then I’d never stop writing and this blog would get (more) boring. However, I gotta say something about Eric’s picture of Mandy and Leah. I don’t know those two girls, I’ve never met them at all, but that picture just brings them to life for me. There’s something almost intolerably sweet and sincere and lazy and relaxed and perfect about that shot. I love it.
Off to class for me. You get back to work.
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I’ve gotten several comments recently, if you can believe it, about the fact that I haven’t written much lately (hi Paula, hi Wendy, hi everyone else). I feel kind of bad about this. I mean, my trip to Spain gave me things to write about every day. Now that I’m back home there’s very little happening to me that’s fascinating and new.
Well, no, that’s not true at all. There’s a LOT happening to me that’s fascinating and new, and some of it’s above good and some of it’s below bad, and the most of it’s really not web-appropriate material.
I also haven’t been doing much with the camera lately. I still carry it everywhere, I still take pictures of lots of things, I just haven’t felt much like putting any of them online. Since I’ve been back I’ve had two separate weddings to shoot and before now I hadn’t the slightest idea how little I would enjoy sorting out, editing, cropping, correcting, and otherwise preparing so many pictures. Oh man. It is boring beyond description. Yet again I’d like to reiterate that I am not cut out to be a wedding photographer. Probably not any kind of pro photographer at all, actually. I sure do like taking pictures for me and not for other people.
Um, I’m getting ready for school to start back. Did you know that? I bet you did. I think we talked about it last time we were on the phone, you and I. In case you didn’t know I’ve been working on campus all summer. I got so so so used to it being quiet and peaceful and still that I’m a bit upset all these howler monkeys have reappeared. I’m also completely dreading classes starting back on Monday. I don’t even know what classes I’m taking. Doesn’t matter. I have to take them to finish school so I just show up, destroy them with my awesome intellect (not unlike testing your smoke detectors twice a year this would be a good time to fire up the old sarcasm detector and see if it beeps – it may one day save your life) and then move on.
Every day I get more and more antsy to get out of Cookeville and I can’t understand it. I have great friends here, friends that are superior to anything I’ve ever experienced before. I have my family here, I love Tennessee (the land itself) and yet I can’t wait to leave. I don’t even know what the pull is. I justify my feelings by saying that I want a bigger city, I want to be able to buy wine for my dinner and a nice cheese every now and then or maybe encounter a few hip bars and coffee shops and bookstores but …
… but yeah.
My friends and I are all working on figuring out to which major city we should move. All of us. At once. Together.
You coming with?
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Tonight dinner was a fail. I don’t know why I’m writing to tell you other than to prove that even I can mess up a sure thing.
I said the other day that I was going to cook some eggplant and I totally meant to last night but events involving lake swimming conspired against me. THEN my “friend” Calamity Jon had to go and bite my eggplant idea and so now I look like the johnny-come-lately except for the fact that his was apparently delicious and mine was simply, to quote someone dear to me, ‘meh’.
Okay, actually I still have some very very thin eggplant slices waiting to be battered and fried up and done with the cane syrup. We’ll see if that works out. The rest of the dinner I basically aped Jon’s recipe except somehow my eggplant came out mushier than I desired, the tomatoes had too much acidity, the basil wasn’t intense enough, and the green bell peppers, while raw and crunchy, were cut into a shape that was difficult to eat if you can dig it. A fail. Uninteresting yet bland with a touch of uncomfortability.
Now I’m off to see if I can salvage the rest. Wish me luck. It’s FRY TIME.
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UPDATE: okay, so the fried eggplant turned out okay. Not great, but now I have a better idea how to do it and next time should be an improvement.
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I went to Erich Ottem’s wedding this weekend and finally got to meet his new wife, Mary Martin. She’s just as intensely funderful as I expected her to be. The ceremony was touching, the friendship of all the attendees was rich and permeated every facet of our day(s), and much time was spent lounging on quilts on the lawn by the lake, eating roast pig and other delicious comfort foods. It was borderline magical. No, it was magical.
And that’s all I have to say about that.
In food news, I want to give special thanks to Angie for supplying me with some great fresh veggies. I’ve just finished up a dinner that was all her fault. I took a few pictures but my foodphotomojo was not with me tonight, and for that I apologize.
What I made is nothing fancy yet it has satisfied me completely. I diced up 1/2 of a Vidalia onion (that’s a sweet onion for all you yanks) and a clove of garlic and left those to sautee on low heat in some olive oil while I thin-sliced the yellow squash that Angie was kind enough to leave with me. Once I got all that cooked up soft I threw in a pinch of salt, pinch of sugar, and a splash of balsamic vinegar, just barely enough to taste. Off the heat I gave it some Sriracha, black pepper (do I even have to say fresh-ground? I don’t, right?), and finely-chopped mint basil from my basil garden. I think that the reason I couldn’t take any pictures right tonight is I used all my braintivity on the recipe, ’cause MAN did all those flavors ever add up just perfectly. On the side – in case things got a bit hot with the Sriracha – I had a plate of raw green bell peppers, again from Angie. I think if it wouldn’t mess me up beyond repair inside I could live on raw green bell peppers.
My mouth is still singing with the love of this dinner. I would have invited you over but there wasn’t much squash.
Tune in tomorrow when I try to replicate the Spanish recipe of thin-sliced eggplant (yes, from Angie), battered and fried near-crispy and just barely kissed (I’m tired of saying drizzled) with cane syrup. It was hands-down my favorite item in the tapas bars. Mmmmm.
Alright, I’ve work to do that isn’t talking to you, so goodnight!
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Nothing much hot and funderful going on as of late. I’ve been back at work for a week now and it’s the same as before which means pretty much every day involves one incident of laughing ’till my sides hurt. It’s wonderful to work with people who share my differently-oriented sense of humor.
When writing an email to someone right before I left work the other day I wished for an adventure on the way home. I got it in the tiniest possible way. When I was driving down Freeze St. I saw a pair of old person sunglasses right on the yellow line. You know that type of sunglasses, right? The huge ones with no frames, they’re just all solid black plastic, and they’re big enough to fit over your regular glasses. Old people sunglasses.
I should take a picture of them.
Anyway, I whipped my car around in the neatest u-turn known to man and drove up, slowed down, opened the door, and snatched them right up. I closed the door just in time to see some young guy on the sidewalk giving me the thumb-and-pinky-extended hang-ten sign. He was emphatic, he was waggling it like crazy and if ever there was a facial expression that said, “I WANT TO SAY KICKASS IN A PSEUDO-IRONIC WAY BUT YOU CAN’T HEAR ME” he was wearing it.
Alas, the old people sunglasses are a little too small. If you need ’em or if you have an old person of your own let me know.
Today I drove past a tandem bike in a sidewalk sale – only $50. I got excited before I realized that the only person with whom I’ve ever discussed riding a tandem bike isn’t around anymore.
My most recent major accomplishment was the creation of bananacakes. It’s a new thing. A new thing to eat. For those of you not keeping score, I do not create in the kitchen. I am a recipe follower. I can follow any recipe. I believe I can make ANYTHING as long as you give me the recipe. However, if you stuck my kitchen in the middle of Kroger with no recipe books I’d probably end up eating cold cereal. I’m just not a creator.
That’s why it was awesome when I woke up the other morning kind of still dreaming but kind of actively thinking of bananacakes. Then I got up the nerve to make them exactly as my dream presented to me and they were delicious and not only that but they tasted exactly as I imagined.
Not … you know, not that they’re complex but it was still gratifying.
I present to you
Bananacakes:
This recipe is for two peoples or one really hungry people. You may easily expand the recipe as it is based around the banana measurement, not something else. Basing it around something else would be silly.
1 banana
3 sheets (12 crackers) of cinnamon graham crackers
1/2 tsp lemon juice
couple dashes of cinnamon
also needed: butter, honey
1.) Mash that banana! Mash it good! Okay, I don’t actually mash mine – I throw it in a bowl and attack it with butter knives until it’s into very tiny chunks.
2.) Mix lemon juice over bananas. I don’t know if it keeps them from turning brown but it does give it a little more zing.
3.) Crumble the graham crackes into very tiny bits. You could use a food processor or stick them in a bag and beat them with a leg of lamb or whatever you want. I crumble by hand because I’m not very smart and I like taking too long to do simple tasks.
4.) Mix the graham crackers and the bananas. You’re looking for a vaguely doughy consistency. Not dry, no, but dry enough that you can form a patty, a soft delicious patty. You don’t want the inside to dry out too much while frying.
5.) Mix in a couple dashes of cinnamon. I don’t use a whole lot. I guess you could put a little nutmeg if you were feeling crazy.
ALSO, we agreed that the recipe could use a dash of salt to balance it out. However, I’ve not yet experimented with the salt. Add at your own risk.
ALSO, one of the best desserts I ever had was cayenne caramel toast at the Delachaise in New Orleans. This dessert would support a dash of cayenne pepper very well. Don’t knock the idea until you’ve tried it.
6.) Once you’re all mixed and at the right consistency heat your skillet on medium and melt some butter in there.
7.) One banana divides into two patties very nicely, or three if you’re making tiny ones. Fry in butter on one side until solid and browned, then flip.
8.) When plating I dusted each one with a smidge of cinnamon and then drizzled lightly with honey.
9.) Mmmmmm. Bananacakes.
10.) Seriously.
I’ve gone back to wearing big headphones for music listening. It’s the way to go, I’m telling you. I forget why I ever stopped.
Oh hey speaking of forgetting I forgot to tell you that I finally shot my first wedding this weekend. I had wondered for a long time if wedding photography was something I could do, and by ‘could do’ I mean ‘could stomach doing for money’. I really really enjoyed this weekend’s shoot for one reason: now I know the answer is NO.
Don’t get me wrong, I had a good time there, I think I took some great photos, I like the bride and groom, etc. Later that night, though, after the wedding when I was getting ready to go out with friends I picked up my camera bag and it was just this disgusting heavy mass, this iron weight. I didn’t even want to look at it and that made me sad. Then editing the photos has been a chore – not bad, no, but just not something I want to do with my time. So that’s good! Now I won’t have any question about whether or not saying ‘no’ to a potential wedding gig is the right or wrong idea.
I still have several kinds of photography jobs in my head that I think would give me pleasure, let me exercise my creativity, and not hate my camera at the end of the day. Weddings just aren’t one of them.
Finally, I’ve not done anything interesting today except to pretend to tattoo myself which I can totally recommend as a hobby. You should try it. All the cool kids are doing it.