I’ve been telling all of you about this, but coming up soon–December 9th–is Gastrophonic Stimulation, an evening of music and food at the Bowery Poetry Club.
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I’m making latkes, so is Shira Kline, Leah Koenig and Avigail Hurvitz-Prinz are making Eggnog, Avi Fox-Rosen and a large assortment of wonderful individuals will be playing music. It will be an evening of serious sensory overload. It will be awesome.
Tuesday December 9th
10 pm
Bowery Poetry Club
$12
(here’s the facebook link if you’re into such things)
I’m making a new apron for the event, using this pattern from the Purl Bee, and this Heather Ross fabric:
Just so you can visualize what this is sort of going to look like, here’s a snap of me making waffles at Thanksgiving last night:
I just cited my first “forthcoming” article in a paper! This thrills me to no end.
Tomorrow is thanksgiving! My first American thanksgiving! I am going over to the lovely Emily’s house, and making savory waffles from the Rebar cookbook. (I made them once, about 4 years ago, and swore I’d never do it again, they were so time consuming…).
And yes, while I like to pretend that I don’t really understand how America works, I do know that waffles are not a traditional thanksgiving food.
But my favourite favourite thing about thanksgiving…Hand Turkeys!
Look at this photo, from the big brunch party here on south fourth street a few weeks ago:
See how Jon and Rachel are comparing the size of their hands? This activity was either right before or right after Jon made his first Hand Turkey. It was a thrilling moment.
A quick google of “hand turkey” brings up these fine results:
That last one, of course, is from the often brilliant Toothpaste For Dinner.
Here are more pictures of the brunch party because this holiday is all about eating delicious things with people you like.
Columbia Urban Planning went bowling the other night, against Pratt and NYU. I didn’t make it, choosing to stay in Brookyn and play home made Apples to Apples. My dear housemate Kurt went bowling with his department the other day. It’s the season for rented shoes, I suppose.
And then today I discovered this bit of info on the Berkely Planning website:
Ph.D. Bowling League: Robert Putnam observed that “The most whimsical yet discomforting bit of evidence of social disengagement in contemporary America that I have discovered is this: more Americans are bowling today than ever before, but bowling in organized leagues has plummeted in the last decade or so.” The Berkeley Planning Bowling League sponsors a regular happy hour for Ph.D. students in an effort to counter this trend and rebuild social capital. They have yet to go bowling, but it could happen some day.
Either Marty Markowitz is really on Facebook, or this is a cute joke, like when I was friends with Coffee on Friendster. Given the mutual friends, I’m venturing it’s real…
Can someone please tell me what Cancellation Shoes are?
Today my friends Leah and Yoshie are getting married! Before I put on my dress and leave the house, I want to show you the images of the quilt that I made them. It’s been finished for a while, but I didn’t want to post pictures until I gave it to them.
Appliqued vegetables, squares of all sorts of things from my stash, imperfectly aligned. Border is an Urban Outfitters tablecloth that I’ve also made a dress out of. The back is the “I like you” apple fabric. There are small rock pockets on the back in the corners so that it can be weighed down if used as a picnic blanket.
I am so so so happy that it’s done, and that it’s in the hands (on the bed) of people I love.
I totally didn’t realize when making them that the republican/democrat oven mitts are entirely consistent with all the “on the other hand” mittens that I’ve made for people over the years. I am repeating my craft tendencies without even noticing.
(old shot of ironic/sincere mittens for reference)
I bought this fabric over the summer, and had been holding onto it, not sure what its highest and best use was…and then it occured to me:
Oven mitts!
Pattern is from the Lotta Jansdotter Simple Sewing book, fabric from the Oneonta Norwich WalMart.
I’m kind of charmed by From 52 to 48 with love, a Ze Frank project about bipartisan collaboration. Or, well, the support for the idea of bipartisan collaboration. I think the mitts count—I mean, both of your hands have to work together, right?
I hadn’t thought it through before I read the paper this afternoon, but seeing the articles about Obama and victory right next to the articles about California and Proposition 8 (banning gay marriage)…I honestly feel more dismayed and unhappy about california passing this regressive ballot measure than I feel exited about president-elect Obama. It seems as though we can imagine that this country voted for “change,” but when faced with one very concrete thing about making things actually better for people without harming anyone else, they couldn’t do it.
I was out on the streets of Brooklyn on Tuesday night, celebrating in the throng of people dancing and waving flags and playing music and hollering and hugging and having a great time. I think that this is exciting, but I’m so wary of thinking that this is a period of overwhelming and unprecidented awesome.
Anyhow. Here are two pictures of my feet.
On Halloween, we carved these pumpkins:
Somehow Halloween, the NYC Marathon, and the election seem inexorably linked. Next year there will be halloween and a marathon with no Sarah Palin Costumes and it will seem odd. I guess the first time you do anything (like live in America) seems like the “right” way.
Anyhow, happy election day, everyone.
Here’s a small piece of a totally secret craft project I’ve been working on it. It involves this amazing fabric with these hilarious “I like you apples.”
A few weeks ago when I was up visiting Anna at the farm, we went to a cider party nearby. People brought boxes of apples and milled them and pressed them using the massive cider press. We hung out outside for hours eating food (cider doughnuts!) and drinking the sweet apple cider (different from juice in that it’s not filtered).
The cider press looks like this:
The amazing amount of apples:
And then I got home, and glanced at the calendar hanging up in my kitchen, and it made me smile:
I was not sad to switch the calendar to November (or have Emily switch it); it’s just as beautiful.
(Jon, Kenan, and I ate breakfast at this diner in Afton that was pretty much the most perfect thing ever. We stopped at the Quickway diner on the way up, and the Roscoe coffeeshop on the way down. I’m happy just thinking about it a week later.)
No secret indeed that I love Upstate New York. Last weekend Jon and Keenan and Lady Grey and I went up to visit Na’aleh. We stayed in the ghost town of a site that Na’aleh is in the off season, and did pretty much everything we did all summer, but compressed into a day and a half: we went to 2 bars and three diners, bought used junk at an “antique store,” ate ice cream at the Treats and Eats, and went to Frog Pond Farms and saw the largest pumpkin ever:
I don’t mean this to be just a rattling off of things done. It’s just that these away weekends have been wonderful and the folks that I’ve spent them with have made me really happy.
This string of upstate adventures is over for a little while (especially since the trees are bare and the drives are that much less lovely). I can focus on here for a bit.
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