e enjte, 6 tetor 2011

Seared coho w/ Chipotle blackberry sauce and spicy beans w/ pinot.

Unbunny - Black Strawberries

Prepared by: Tami Hill

e mërkurë, 10 shkurt 2010

to send ... press "send"

Here is a writing I started about friendships and how we keep them the other night.

In considering how I receive communication from friends, aquaintences and others ... even people I don't know but would like to know (that do not fall under the umbrella of work), I would rank them in the following order:
[top being most appreciated / bottom being least fond of]

bottle from the water
balloon penpal
walkie talkie
tapping on a wall
post office
napkin in public place
rotary land line call
cell phone call
car windshield (too invasive)
text message

All this factors in for various reason (ingenuity, level of excitement when receiving, how active I am in retrieval of said message, etc.)

Flash back 10 years ago.
- i did not have a cell phone but I did have a cordless phone at home and used the internet regularly but only about 5 minutes a day (paltry in comparison to today) I traveled and didn't consider having a cell phone a handicap in anyway. I mailed art to friends. My favorite note ever was on a napkin from a friend. It said "do you want some cake?"  That was code for do you want to go make out in the bathroom. I probably abused the office color copier to make reproductions of things.

flash back 20 years ago.
- I was an early adoptor of the internet in the early 90's but used it in college about once a week to chat with people in other universities who had the same pre AOL service. I was only on a computer to do text based design. I typed everything on a "word processor". I had my first PO box and sent letters all the time. I called my mom on a pay phone occationally. i wrote letters to friends in other countries. I left notes on the photocopier so people would find them on purpose. I would mail letters written on objects and try to see what I could get away with from the US postal system. classifieds were in newspapers. you bought concert tickets at record stores by interacting with the clerk. You worked your ass off making a mix tape and mailing it to a single person.

flash back 30 years.
- The rotary phone had an extra long cord in the house when you needed privacy. Twitter meant a note shaped like a triangle that you flicked at a friend. It hurt when they hit you in the temple. The walkie talkies we bought at the junk store worked 2 blocks apart when on bikes. I would often mail my friend magazine clippings of awesome karate moves and pictures of nunchucks.
My uncle had a CB in his vehicle. In maine, my friend Bill and I would collect bottles around town and lob them into the harbor with a note inside. You mail ordered things by clipping a piece of paper out of a giant catalog by "mail ordering" the thing you wanted.

Who we are as americans and how we talk to each other as people affect each other in both directions. This is not a rant on why technology sucks and why the days of yore ruled the school ... it's an observation on why my 2 personalities duke it out in 2010  (one being a cynic analog hermit and the other a semi-extroverted appreciator of life and technology). What I am discovering is that as time goes on and we all become more technologically advanced with gadgets and apps and shit, I am depressed that the intimacy and anticipation in communication is gone. We call each others phones and are annoyed when it goes straight to voicemail. We wonder if something bad is going on when we don't hear back from a sent email in a couple days. We have the patience of a jackal and the concentration of a toaster oven. Stuff gets deleted as soon as we get it and lets face it ... there is nothing sexy about a harddrive regardless of how big its dick is.
I have letters and mailed art saved in boxes from friends that I will never part with. Immediacy is occasionally a necessity, but it's also the destruction of everything I love about the system I was raised in. Sometimes I like talking on the phone. Sometimes not. Sometimes I don't take calls for days and let it go to voicemail. I have friends I haven't talked to in a year and thats fine. I like getting a letter or a note as an email too. It's not a real letter, but it's an idea. It's so rare because most email is a question or you're a soundboard or somebody wants something from you or has a problem that you will miraculously solve for them. I love emails that tell a simple story or relay and idea or thought in a non linear way. It demands nothing of you. Maybe it's just something that someone spent just a little extra time on that was only meant for you, or maybe it makes you laugh at a really needed time. A deep laugh where 2 people connect. Not a forward of a forward thats just OMG so "funny and interesting LOL". 
I guess I relate so much to the post office because it can be savored and physical objects are dying. book sales are down. non-electronic toy sales are down. newspapers are just about dead. and Mike hasn't made me a mix tape in 10 years (I'm guilty as well). With mail, you can talk to people on your own schedule. Things get spaced out and you appreciate the little shit. I get an amazing package in the mail every couple months or so (mike again) and one goes back to the sender from me. I slowly pick at it like creme brulé. It gets slowly devoured and will never end up being sent to the spam folder.
Everything has it's boundaries. Twitter uses only 140 characters and a mix tape is 30 minutes a side.
Real time is a curse.
It's the crushing immediacy and blurred attention span that gets me down.
People spin their mouses scroll wheel an average of 26 feet per day. Everything gets glossed past.
But then again ... I'm just a jaded guy approaching 40.
Mcluhan continues to be right, even if you don't actually read his words in an actual book.
I'm sure this is all debatable.
I'm going to my po box 1574 to check my mail.

to delete ... press 7

e enjte, 23 korrik 2009

strangely beautiful old promo photo.

e mërkurë, 6 maj 2009

keep on truckin'

This should satisfy my van porn fix for a while.

e shtunë, 11 prill 2009

Field journalist Private Ken Dangleton photographing the great Naturalist War of '07.
"I love the smell of Neutrogena in the morning!"

e enjte, 9 prill 2009

meyoko is an artist from berlin.

trost and I in the midst of recording last week in Minneapolis. Great tracking accomplished and more work to be done before it gets released to the lions.

easter is almost here

e shtunë, 7 mars 2009

e hënë, 23 shkurt 2009


When I was in 4th grade. my teachers
thought there was something
wrong with me. They sent me
to the school psychologist. She had skin
the color of mayo
and wore lipstick
like it was a garment.
She had me play with these
building blocks
with a fake brick pattern on them.
There were just enough so that you couldn't actually be satisfied
with anything you formally constructed.
I have no idea
what she could have been writing down
while I crafted
small scale cubist versions of armored transport vehicles.
My homeroom teacher promised she'd buy me
a candy bar
at the end of the week
if I was able
to document
that I
was paying
for 5 days.
I don't remember her ever buying me anything.
I remember that week that my friend Debbie brought in some pornographic cartoons she found in her basement.
I remember writing a paper on "Facts about Granite".

e martë, 3 shkurt 2009

Naturalismo is the most comprehensive freak-folk weirdo blog I think I've stumbled across. Check it if that shite intrigues thee.


This is very fucking cool my friends.
Dan Mcpharlin makes these little miniatures of synths. Very impressive craft.

e premte, 23 janar 2009

my rants for the week ...

file under THE BAD:

1. There will be no Faces reunion
2. Stooges get shafted again from the Rock Hall of Fame
3. Is lord Berman / Silver Jews calling it quits?
4. Mick Harvey leaving the band

file under THE GOOD:

1. new Tortoise album this spring
2. The boss is prepping a reissue of Darkness on the edge of Town".
3. They're revamping the funky stylings of "the Electric Company"

file under OTHER:

Morrissey may be quitting music ... again.

e hënë, 19 janar 2009

gettin' thirsty

Taking the month off from le booze, sugar, and most carbs to purge the system. And boy if I don't want one of Morgenthaler's Old-Fashioned's right about now. Heres a great "anti drinking" campaign poster from mid century Russia: