Hanging out with the awesome crowd

Last week I had the great pleasure of being the guest on the AwesomeCast podcast — and not just a guest, but the first female guest on the show.

We talk about the real life effect the disasters in Japan will take on our shiny gadgets, especially the iPhone.  Is Apple losing it’s hold with crazy cooks like Sony spilling it’s beans? We ponder if we would pay $30 for a movie before it’s on DVD, and just how awesome could the technical aspects of Zediva really be?  Library ladder anyone?

Fun behind-the-scenes fact: In the video, when you see Chachi on the screen, you can also see a monitor of me int he background. You’ll notice I’m frequently looking down and to my right. This is because one of my cats decided that a live video call was the perfect time to try and sit on my lap and get attention; I spent the hour keeping her quiet and out of camera view.

“Steal Like an Artist” and 9 other tips for creating amazing things

Austin Kleon posted a presentation that he gave at a college last week, “How to Steal Like an Artist (And 9 Other Things Nobody Told Me),” and it’s chock-full of great advice and perspectives. For example:

“Your job is to collect ideas. The best way to collect ideas is to read.
Read, read, read, read, read. Read the newspaper. Read the weather. Read
the signs on the road. Read the faces of strangers. The more you read,
the more you can choose to be influenced by.”

The post covers more than inspiration: There’s also the value of living a boring life, how to set goals and reach them, what to work on, and more. It’s a wonderful guide to being the creator you want to be.

(via lifehacker)

(If you don’t agree that every great artist steals from those before, take a look at Everything Is a Remix — parts 1 and 2 are posted, 3 and 4 in the works.)

Soup is good food, part 1: Cream of spinach soup



Cream of spinach soup, originally uploaded by cynthiacloskey.

In the newly reworked NYTimes Magazine, Mark Bittman is writing a recurring food feature that will be exploring ways to eat tasty, sustainable, healthy food. The first article is one on soup.

The first question I had upon reading this article was, “Where’s the potato soup?” Surely, potato soup — particularly potato and leek soup, or vichyssoise — is one of the fundamental soups, a perfect thing to show to a beginner soup-maker and soothe any fears he may have.

It turns out that potato soup, though easy and hearty and delicious, was not pretty enough for the NYT Magazine. I was already unhappy that the Magazine had dropped my favorite columnists for its new format; now I have greater doubts.

But still, I’m going to work my way through the soup matrix and see how it is. The recipes look simple enough, and cheap/easy/tasty food is always appealing. (I’ll also be making a humble potato and leek soup. It may not be eye-catching, but it’s the best soup anyone can make.)

My first foray into the soup matrix was the cream of spinach soup. And immediately, there were questions. One chopped onion: What size onion? Can’t I have at least a hint? You’re willing to specify water to the half cup and 10 ounces of spinach, but you can’t be more specific about the major aromatic in the dish?

I used a smallish onion, about a third cup diced, and I concluded in the end that it was too little. If you try this, please shoot for at least 1/2 cup onion, maybe more.

The soup came together quickly but didn’t taste like anything special until I added the Greek yogurt. Greek yogurt is tangier than the standard-issue stuff in US stores, and that tang was a big part of the flavor of the dish. Seek it out in the health food part of your megamart grocery.

The suggested garnish for this soup was more yogurt, but I’d used up my one cup. Also, I wanted a little more substance. I decided to garnish with chicken — 3 ounces of shredded roast chicken breast. Some may say that’s more of a major element than a garnish, but all I can tell you is that it ensured the dish was filling and made it seem complete.

Another garnish I plan to try is toast topped with a poached egg. I’m tempted to poach an egg directly in the soup, but since the yogurt is already added, I fear that won’t work well.

Overall, I give this recipe 3 stars out of 5. It’s definitely easy, at least. But I worry for any starter cooks who try this soup before any of the others in the soup matrix. Better they should jump ahead to egg drop soup: Then they’ll have that sense of accomplishment of creating something delicious at home that they can at least recognize from restaurants past.

Watermelon



IMG_0479, originally uploaded by cynthiacloskey.

I look forward to the arrival of warmer weather. This is not so much for the warm part (although that will be a bit nice … I got my gas bill today and it was not a pretty sight), but rather for the fresh local fruits and vegetables that warm weather brings.

Above is a watermelon from my farm share box last August.

I’m especially excited that the farm co-op to which I subscribe will be delivering boxes in Butler starting this year. No more hurried drives to Slippery Rock on Wednesday afternoons! Delicious and close, so wonderful.

If you’re in Butler, do check out their website and consider joining. The more, the merrier! Northwest Pennsylvania Growers Co-Op, fresh and local 52 weeks a year.

Is it any wonder?

Before there was “Ironic,” there was “Too Much Time on My Hands.”

Remember Alanis Morrisette’s 1995 song, in which she lists a whole bunch of unfortunate things and for each one asks “Isn’t it ironic?” None of the things she sang about was ironic, not in the least, and scores of educated people who understood the meaning of irony railed about it. Standup comics wrote extended and very funny bits about how little irony the song contained.

Flash back yet further to 1981, to the release of Paradise Theater by Styx. The second single off the album was “Too Much Time on My Hands.” Here’s the opening lyric:

Yeah, I’m sitting on this bar stool, talking like a damn fool,
Got the twelve o’clock news blues.
And I’ve given up hope for the afternoon soaps
And a bottle of cold brew.
Is it any wonder I’m not crazy?
Is it any wonder I’m sane at all?

I’m sure you see the problem in this. Here’s a guy, being driven mad with boredom. It’s surprising that he’s not crazy; i.e. it is a wonder that he is not crazy. You’re supposed to ask “Is it any wonder that…?” when what is happening would naturally be expected, when it is not a surprise. If he were doing it right, he should be asking, “Is it any wonder that I am crazy?” The answer to the question should be, “No, that is not a wonder.” So, he’s using this turn of phrase incorrectly.

The whole song runs this way, and thus the whole song drove me pretty much insane.

Apparently though, I was the only person who was bothered by the lyrics. The song “reached #9 on the US Billboard Hot 100, and #2 on the Top Rock Tracks chart for one week” (wikipedia).

Being a faithful Styx fan, I wanted to like the song. And it was a hit on radio and TV, so I couldn’t escape it if I tried.
Thus, I had to come up with a way to deal with these problematic lyrics without breaking my mind.

What I did was this: Every time Tommy Shaw sang “is it any wonder?” I made myself hear it as “isn’t it a wonder?” — swapping in words that were close enough that he could possibly be singing them, but flipping the logic so it worked.

I’m so tired of losing, I’ve got nothing to do
And all day to do it.
So I go out cruising but I’ve no place to go
And all night to get there.
Isn’t it a wonder I’m not a criminal?
Isn’t it a wonder I’m not in jail?

Amazing, no? This was such a relief to my logic-obsessed 10th grade brain.

And the thing is: The reason I was able to come up with this lyrical solution was that I had a lot of time to think about it. That is, I had too much time on my hands.

Isn’t that ironic?

We are all about pretty hats

Rachel in her flamingo hat, originally uploaded by cynthiacloskey.

This year is flying by all a-blur. It seems only a few days ago that I took my niece to see the Laurie Berkner Band at Heinz Hall — but that was over a month ago, and I’m suddenly realizing that I see my dear niece only every few weeks, and my wee little nephew even less often, and actually when was the last time I sat down with friends and just hung out and chatted a while?

Well, tonight, to answer that last question, at least for a few friends. And last week I caught up with a few others, and the week before with yet others. Still, it feels like the days are whizzing by, and it’s all I can do to keep things together and at the same time maintain the barest awareness of how things are going for the folks I care about.

But doesn’t Rachel look spiffy in her flamingo hat?