Wednesday, July 30, 2008

Quote of the Day:

Erin: "I put that up so we could snuggle."

Adam: ""I put it down because I hate you."

(said in the theater, regarding the armrest, after Erin chose to
occupy the very same seat Adam wanted.)

Sunday, July 27, 2008

How about a state that offers citizenship but not residence.

How about a state that offers citizenship but not residence.

Imagine a globalized city, with actual physical resources, an economy, citizens, institutions, and cultures already in place.  Now suppose that the citizens of that soverign city extended citizenship to every person on this planet, sharing all rights, laws and economies they enjoy with all.  Every child, from central Wyoming to Tokyo, would guaranteed access to the laws and economy of this city.  In the city, they would have to right to a fair trial.  No matter where they lived, they would be guaranteed the right to participate in the markets of that city.  What would not be guaranteed, however, would be the right to physically occupy space in the city.  Though the freedoms offered could be described as non-corporal, their implications (access to a fair and balanced legal system, access to globe spanning markets and access to the entire world’s culture) could safeguard, elevate, and set free the souls of all people. 

There are complications and downsides.  This will be for next time, naturally.

Wednesday, July 23, 2008

Its been a few days...

Heather and Colleen left for San Francisco Monday afternoon, after toast and coffee on The Lanai, culminating a weekend of cooking, eating, and a little bit of Singstar.

After the reunion brunch, the three Kings and one Derrig went to Sunshine Market to provision for what would become an epic culinary adventure.  An incomplete list must include: local smoked trout and grilled corn filled ravioli with a sage and butter sauce, build your own turkey Reubens, an heirloom tomato and blue cheese tart, 2 kinds of ice cream (Saffron/Rose and Apricot/Raspberry), grilled flatbread with hummus, grilled eggplant and corn...     

Heather was amazing in the kitchen.  I knew it was going to be fun when I asked her if 8 eggs were enough and she gave this, "Hell no." kind of response.  We ended up using nearly 3 dozen over the 2 nights she and Colleen were here together.  I've been aware of Heather's food savantery from the times years ago that she and Colleen would come to my Mom's and my house to make christmas cookies; I remember her making ganache (which I looked at as a dark (he he) art at the time) for some chocolate cookies she was working on without batting an eyelash.  Over the course of the weekend, she would get up off the couch and say something like: "I'm going to just throw together this souffle." 

I've not needed a dinner much larger than cheese and crackers since the weekend.  

Saturday, July 19, 2008

Heather is here!

The plan was that she was going to blast down here from Mendocino
early this morning but as things turned out she didn't make it until
about noon, which turned out to be perfect because I was not feeling
the get up early and make breakfast vibe. Instead Deb and I went to
Calistoga and bought a flat of organic strawberries and some amazing
smoked trout from the farmers market. By the time she got here the
pancake batter was half made and we all sat down to a nice late

Thursday, July 17, 2008

A Dream

I just woke up from a dream in which I was watching a broadcast of President Bush make another tired and hollow claim about defending the world from evil and Terror. It was on television and was being presented by a famous news anchor, Dan Rather I think. Along with the anchor there was a thin vaguely Asian man with white hair and odd teeth. He had the air of a sign language interpreter about him, but he was speaking and as I listened I realized he was speaking a soft, stylized English.

After the president's speech, the anchor and the white haired man stood shoulder to shoulder in front of the people in the television studio with their arms around each other. The speech had just ended and in the wake of the twisted logic and doublespeak of our leader, these two men did something extraordinary. They began to sing.

It was a variation of our national anthem but instead of a poem about "That glorious fight," they sang instead of a fragile hope that we might deliver our selves from the grasp of fascism and empire coming from our own leaders and take back our freedom and good name in a time of madness and evil.

I found myself sitting next to my mother in front of the television and when the new words of anthem came up on the screen, karaoke style, we sang along.

Wednesday, July 16, 2008

Porta Potty, Zeitgeist

North Beach Lunch

The Cuz' and I have wandered down to San Francisco for a little big city outing. After a late lunch at Caffe Delucchi in North Beach the plan is to walk up to the Coit Tower and take in the sights of this hilly little town. Colleen was here once before with her sister, Cousin Heather.

In a few hours we are going to meet up with my good friend Ryan from my Zazie days.

Okay, the little side salads are here so it's time to go.

Monday, July 14, 2008

The things you see in real life

So I was on the way to see WALL-E in Napa with Deb and Colleen when we spotted this highly alarmed goat standing in a cage in the back of a truck. She was bleating (or is that what sheep do?) up a storm and was wide eyed and clearly not psyched about the mode of transport, nor I imagine being in the middle of a busy intersection far from her home.

I doubt she was going to see a flick.

Its an active lifestyle, it's not for everyone.

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Sunday, July 13, 2008

Day Old Quote of the Day: Two for One Sale!

Colleen: "If I ever meet someone from Cheyenne, I'm going to say, "Nice! I had the worst taco of my life in your town.""

Rachel: "People with Morton's Toe are better in bed than other people.  Its like, don't be repulsed by me, I give good head."

Saturday, July 12, 2008

A Longer Leg

We made it from Lexington Nebraska to Logan Utah on Wednesday, leaving behind the perfect flatness of central Nebraska for Wyoming’s rolling brown hills and strangely huddled Black Angus Cattle, most of whom (like us) seemed to prefer to huddle tightly together rather than spread apart upon the vast landscape.  

As we left this land of ranches, mines and oil wells behind and climbed almost imperceptibly over the mountains I was surprised and pleased to see that the wind farms that Deb and I first saw a year ago on our way back to Massachusetts have grown much larger and in one instance we saw rows of partially assembled units, sections of their cylindrical towers lying on the ground.

It was about an hour and a half drive up from Salt Lake City, winding between orange and brown cliffs looming over either side of the road, studded with solitary conifers and swiss cheese-like rounded mini caves that I imagined were inhabited by coyotes and wierdos.

Wednesday, July 9, 2008


72 miles from Utah.


Mile 386 I-80 west, Wyoming.

Tuesday, July 8, 2008

Nebraska Stench Inspires

Me: "Ohh, that stinks!"

Colleen: "Yeah, its pretty hellish."
"That wasn't us, unless you know how to fart tar eggs."

Recorded near mile 376 on I-80 west.

Dietary variations

Ricecrispy-treat wrapped waffle cone anyone?

Monday, July 7, 2008

Quote of the Day

Me, "I feel like I'm finally an adult because my pits smell as soon as
I get out of the shower."

13 miles to Illinois.

Quote of the Day

Colleen, "I have my oen name for stretches. I call this one the

Henry's Van: The First Day

I finished loading up your van yesterday morning and met some friends and family at Hope & Olive to have a final brunch before my cousin Colleen and I started driving out west.  We ended up leaving town around 2 in the afternoon after we went to the co-op to get some snacks for the highway.  It is really hard to find nice things like carrots and nuts and apples on the highways.  
After a few hours Colleen and I made it to the middle of New York, where we stopped to get gas and stretch our legs. 

Then it was time to drive again.

Sunday, July 6, 2008

Prelude to Exodus: Finishing Up

My blog got into the weeds a few days ago as I tried to get my possessions packed and my apartment at the Weinstein's empty and presentable.  The objectives seemed simple enough: go through my stuff and get rid of things that I didn't want anymore or that wouldn't fit in the MPV,  pack the good stuff and get rid of the crap and then attempt to stuff it into the minivan and leave the apartment looking nice for Jacob who I think is arriving within the week from India.   It was a lot of work (though not as much as when I still had 3 couches, 2 beds, a few kitchen tables and more).

I wasn't worried about this because I had over 2 months to get this all done... right up until last week, when I realized that all that time had been frittered away and I was about to blow my departure date.  This was a panicky feeling.  I was rescued yesterday by my mom who cleaned as I packed and fretted.
I reached that mercenary point where if it wasn't packed in a box, it was packed in the trash.

Henry's Van

Its loading time for your van Henry. I'm filling it with everything I
own so I can move with all my stuff all the way across the country.

When I pack the last box and basket and clean my house for the last
time, your van and I will drive for days and days.


The oddity of modern life (yes they are both mine).

Saturday, July 5, 2008

Quote of the Day

Me, "Great! Now my head smells like kitty litter."

Thursday, July 3, 2008

Quote of the Day

"These days, the slightest task makes me have to pee."