Friday


12
Feb 21

One more of these

Because it’s a fun trip down memory lane, and maybe I should archive the good ones somewhere better than Facebook.

Facebook: Literally everything is better than us.

I wrote this bit below a few years back and it just showed up in my Facebook Memories and, wouldn’t you know it, I put it here on the site back then, too. Because we’ve always really known that this was better than Facebook.

Facebook: Literally the worst for forever.

Anyway … I like this one. It’s almost Valentine’s Day. (That’s Sunday, fellas.) It’s hard to do much, so I got a small little handful of flowers — just some color for the house since we’re all going to be seeing snow drifts for the next week — and already they’re dressing the place up. And I picked up a brownies mix, a new brand, so we could have an adventure in a box. Because we’re celebrating the little things during a stay-at-home pandemic. And that, and maybe a walk in frigid, frigid weather will be the extent of it this year. But that’s a lot! We are well and together and healthy, and that’s the extent of what you could hope for, anyway.

Some pictures are worth remembering. Some pictures you just know perfectly. I have about 13-plus 18-plus years worth of snapshots on my website. And after Lauren, earlier today, posted a picture of the two of us from our 2013 trip to Ireland I wondered if I could recall the first one of her I uploaded.

The sun-eating one, I figured, had to be high up the list. And so I went back through our early months of knowing one another. I scrolled through the people we knew, most all of whom have kept us around, since then, until there I was, 12 16 years ago. February 2005. I remember the night I took this picture going down the highway, and that one is probably from a library, because I have always liked repetition in my pictures. These next two are at a Super Bowl party in Five Points we were invited to.

The Patriots beat the Eagles in that game. Paul McCartney was the halftime show. (I had to look this up.)

And, oh look, here are a few sunsets and clouds. And there she was. The 10th photo I uploaded in February 2005, the first one of her.

We were in her car. I know precisely where that was, two cities, two jobs (for each of us) and one car ago. She was probably taking me home after work one day. We were carpooling at the time. We’re traveling north, to soon turn west.

That next weekend we got invited to a dinner party — (thanks again, Laura!) and sometime after that we realized we were getting invited to places. That people in our little world thought of us as a package deal. I skimmed through the rest of the 2005 series of photographs. Jamie​ shows up, and so does Greg​ and Brian​. Look, there’s Justin​ and RaDonna,​ and Wendy​, too! There are family shots in there, also. There are pictures of colorful people that you pass by in life. There are blurry, low-res, sometimes underexposed pictures in the collection. There are trips and sports and bands and Lauren figures into most of all of those pictures, somehow, even though she’s not in a lot of them. That’s how you remember, though, the circumstances and the stories and the time you went to the place and saw the thing and tried the unusual item on the menu.

“Who” is how you remember those. Some are worth remembering. Some you just know perfectly.


5
Feb 21

Edutastytainment

The only problems are about scale and money. So, you know, the easy ones. But I’ve thought a lot about this. Cuisine as edutainment is an idea for the times. Hear me out:

So much of what makes up American cuisine can be understood through our country’s complicated history. Chefs Jerome Grant and Ashleigh Shanti know this history keenly as culinary experts on the influence of Black cooks on American food.

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“The sky’s the limit. Just have a meal, have a meal with somebody. You get to understand so much more about them. It is such an intimate thing. And with Black food, it’s extremely important to showcase where it was all this time in history and what it contributed to history. It’s done so many great things to what America is now that it shouldn’t be overshadowed.”

I was recently in a conversation about the purpose and function of food. It’s fuel. Sometimes it feels like an obligation. But, really, food is about people, because it is universal. (A lot of things are universal, but this is the one where it shines through.) We minister with food, we laugh with food and, of course, we use it to find reasons to make dates with people we like.

Food is the ultimate social tool. A family-inherited thing for me. It’s difficult to separate whether you have good times with food, or if meals are why you have a good time.

I probably don’t have the most refined palate in the world, and the verb use of the word “plate” will probably always be weird. But there’s another option here. I can learn from food, just like that interview above wants to suggest.

Give me an engaging gastronomy tour guide, four or five tables, and tell them the tale of this meal. Every region, every culture, every dish, has an origin and impact. And the seasonings in your cabinet tastes so much better with context.

Think about the last meal you had. We had spaghetti last night. Easy, you think, it’s Italy.

You’re right, dear friend, but you are also mistaken. History traces pasta back to the Talmud, where it enters the written record in the 5th Century. There’s some considerable belief that the dried stuff came to Sicily via a North African invasion. Something like that might make the most geographical sense. The long thin forms started showing up a few hundred years later, and spaghetti factories became a thing in Italy in the 19th century, so it’s suddenly a mass produced product.

Soon after it came to the U.S., served al dente with a mild sauce.

But all of that is my summary of the Wikipedia summary of the Wikipedia entry. As such, it’s a bit abstract. There are no people in that telling. But the tale those people could tell us over a plate of noodles and gravy.

It wouldn’t all be about how the food got to us, today, but how we conceptualize food over time, too. Meals we often think of as staples today were sometimes foods of necessity for those on the wrong side of the economy. I think of every plate of barbecue, every countless soul food meal I’ve loved, even some of the novelty meals today which were originally just a means to give a little nutrition to underfed people in need. Of course, many of the meals we enjoy today are adaptations, fusion-based things and far more rich and indulgent than its predecessors. We should learn about that, too. (Cloves, bay, garlic were early spaghetti additives in the US, but oregano or basil came to us later.)

Tonight we had enchiladas. Wouldn’t an hour learning about the Aztecs with a table covered in tortillas and beans make for a fascinating evening?

This weekend we’re having low country boil — it comes from Frogmore Island, in South Carolina. That’s another delicious and educational evening, it was popularized by a man named Richard Gay, but it’s really a Gullah dish, and, thus, from Africa, with Spanish and French influence.

Now I just have to solve the problem of doing this at scale and value. And having some brilliant food historians to make it all work.


29
Jan 21

Let’s weekend

It snowed and then it stayed and then it finally melted a bit, just in time for more snow this weekend. But, today, I got back to the house at the end of the work day and found snow melting off the roof. It was a sunny, but cold, afternoon. The water poured off the corner in a great stream, a little more than the gutters could handle. And below that corner is a little bush. It faces north and sits in an almost day-long shadow, so we had a nice little shrubcicle:

Here’s the sun going down on the woods in the back yard:

And while I was outside watching that, I heard the honking of the Canada geese. They were flying northwest, away from Old Man Thompson’s place.

I’m not sure where they were headed. There is one retaining body nearby on their line of travel, or they could be moving over to check out some of the creeks. Too bad they aren’t going home for the season, because that would mean the seasons were changing. But, as we said, more snow this weekend. And sometime after that the real cold stuff arrives.

Here’s today’s sunset, and that’s a perfectly fine, meditative way to get into the weekend:

Any big plans? I know some of you have big plans. I’ve seen your Instagram accounts.

See you Monday. Until then, check out my Instagram. And did you know that Phoebe and Poseidon have an Instagram account? Also, be sure to keep up with me on Twitter as well. And if you need some podcasts, On Topic with IU has plenty of helpful episodes for you, as well.


22
Jan 21

Bernie Sanders memes

I could not resist. Here are a few I threw together this week.

The senator is the new head coach for the Philadelphia Eagles:

They are re-making Willy Wonka for unknown reasons. I’ve long thought that Sanders is an incredibly personable guy. He’d be delightfully weird as the confection king:

President Biden has a Peloton, and there’s a security concern since it connects to the Internet. But I’m sure Sanders would let Biden borrow his bike:

Washington Football Team, as a name, has grown on me. And I still think my rotating cast of Washing Heroes is the marketing move of the century, but if they want to go another direction, there’s always the Washington Politicians:

The mittens were foretold in Wayne’s World:

And this is a local one:

The senator has been in that building. Two years ago he was in Bloomington stumping for a congressional candidate and they used one of our classrooms has a holding room for the Vermonter until it was time for his speech. He’s posing there with Ernie Pyle, the patron saint of IU’s journalism program. Pyle’s desk and some of his personal effects are on display in the building as well.


15
Jan 21

Heading into a snowy weekend

The snow arrived during our afternoon walk. I’d spent the day watching demo reels and trying to offer feedback to students — I’m averaging just over 900 words per review this week. So it was a nice break to take a walk. We ran into a colleague who is a public relations professor. She gave us air hugs, which was cute.

A bit later on our walk the first flurries ran into us. They gave us a stinging face sensation, which was less cute.

Late into the evening it tried and tried and, eventually, the snow began to gain some traction. The ground was cooling, the snow kept falling and so now we have a wet version of snow. Fortunately, we didn’t have to go any farther than the yard today. But, for the first time this season, I found myself saying “If the weather and roads aren’t nasty tomorrow.”

Just before I said that we were discussing Covid vaccinations, because it’s nice to have a new thing to discuss. There’s an economist here who’s been modeling the efficacy of all things Covid, and it seems the state administered almost 25,000 doses yesterday, and about 80 percent of those were first doses. The economist figures that if the state can get up to 26,000 doses per day and hold that rate you’ll see 70 percent of Indiana vaccinated by early July.

This, of course, assumes things about supply. And about distribution. And human error. And whether some of those humans will even want the thing that might keep them from getting sick or saving the lives of others.

It seems a fool’s errand to try to understand which states are doing vaccine distribution better than others, for all of those reasons, but mostly because this has been utterly left to the states. But it’s hard, today, to not feel like we’re finally, finally in that motion that leans the body forward in a vigorous walk.

Our employer is looking to become another distribution point. That’d make three in the county. And it would make it even easier for them to mandate vaccination for everyone returning to campus past some certain point. I have no knowledge of the dates that we’re looking at there, but it seems logical. They required flu shots starting December 1st after all. And if you you vaccinate everyone on campus — students and professionals — then it will be interesting to see what will return to “normal,” and how. There’s an expectation that we’ll be there, or trending there by the fall.

Fall. Hard to fathom. And the battle isn’t even over. Far from it, in fact.

But we’re in that first lean. Some of our family members are scheduled for their first dose next week. Oh, happy day. And, in another state, another important person will be eligible to get scheduled next week. These are all great feelings.

So now it’s time to build some momentum, and to redouble our efforts of being safety conscious.

So we’re staying home, and watching the snow. Some of our shrubs are putting on a nice little show this evening.

And you? Are you staying safe? And looking forward to a big, relaxing, productive, busy weekend?