10
Feb 21

Whirring sounds from the bike room

I came home this evening and hoped on the bike. I’ve been doing an eight stage tour of the Zwift worlds to start the year and tonight was the conclusion, it was flat and fast. I rode around the storied Champs-Élysées a few times. Look, you can see the Eiffel Tower:

Here’s the course, the loop at the top is around the iconic Arc de Triomphe.

We visited there on a trip (remember those?) in 2015:

Here’s the view from the top:

(More of that trip to Paris, here and here.)

And that wrapped up my Tour de Zwift. But I needed some more miles, so I picked a route in London and saw the Clock Tower at the Palace of Westminster a few times.

Not quite as nice as the real thing, but it will do just fine for a cold and snow-covered evening.

(You can see more of my visit to London here.)

I was riding very fast, for me, which means average for most people. It was a fine mid-week workout. Now I have to go catch my breath.


09
Feb 21

All snow all the time

Had a fair amount of snow overnight. We were supposed to get one to three inches. We’d already gone out, around 11 p.m., to shovel the drive. And then, around midnight, the forecast was updated to four to seven inches. I checked before turning in and the driveway and sidewalks were already coated again.

I didn’t shovel again. This morning I just drove over it. A good refresher for what the roads around here look like.

I don’t know anything about cleaning roads, and I’m not sure who does.

We live in the county, and our road isn’t plowed. But the next road gets addressed, and working up to the main road is a progression. Our road was just snow, the next one was a slushy mess, the following road looked like it had just rained. The big four-lane road was basically dry. And that was the best of it, the closer you got to downtown and campus, the more the quality degraded again.

At home, we received this much snow.

We won’t see any temperatures above freezing for a week or more, so this, our first proper snowfall of this winter, won’t be going anywhere anytime soon. This weekend will be bitter cold. And then, if next week’s forecasts are to be believed, we could add another 10 inches to this. And then maybe spring will show up, he laughed, knowing that won’t happen until April.

April.

That’s a long way away.

There are new images on the front page. The general idea is finally coming together. I am quite pleased with it and this will be the style for a while, and I’ll change the photos from time to time. Until I get bored with this idea.

Anyway, click on this photo and you’ll go to the front page and see what I’m talking about.

Now I can spend more time working on another photo project. Good a way as any to while away the winter.


08
Feb 21

Photos to start the week

This weekend we received a red-bellied woodpecker as a backyard guest.

That’s just what they’re called. He didn’t explain the discrepancy. (The red crown distinguishes the gender, by the way.)

Look at this little guy:

One of his friends gave me my best photo yesterday, bird division:

Of course the cats like the birds. They have strategically placed spots with great sight lines of the menagerie taking place just beyond their reach and on the other side of the inexplicable transparent walls.

What must pets imagine of glass, and us?

Anyway, Phoebe is taking a break from the bird watching. She has the most intense relaxation face you can imagine:

Last month we noted that Poseidon likes to watch car chases with us. Apparently they make Phoebe a little more nervous. She couldn’t watch last week’s historic car chase.

Poseidon, meanwhile, has found himself a hammock bridge. Like he needed the help, or a new place to sleep:

Last night he decided to have a bit of water fresh from the mountain stream.

Better than the several bowls he has available to him.

More tomorrow. Check out the Instagram account that Phoebe and Poseidon run. Keep up with me on Instagram, too. And don’t forget my Twitter account.

See you there!


05
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.

[…]

“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.


04
Feb 21

Questions of a different kind of distance

I helped moved a few things from one room to another room today. And, when we were done with that we all sat down, carefully distanced — because we are conscientious about this sort of thing, except for the one guy, who, look, I happened to have a tape measure on me at the time and I ran out several feet of tape and pointed this out and I know you to be a smart individual, step back — and properly masked and all of the usual things, because we’re almost a year into the routine of it, now. Except the one guy, I guess.

Oh, if he were the only one, right? But there’s always the one person, in any walk of life, in any scenario you might think up. Parties, the game, the store, in a social distancing context, there’s always that one individual. And I chant “patience and grace” to myself, and, these days, I’m grateful the mask covers 64 percent of my facial expression.

Anyway, he left, and there’s no point to his presence in this story, or to the story, really. But he went about his day and we all sat down to chat and I sat on a chair that had this sticker on it.

Because, eventually, we all take turns being that guy.

I remember covering a hurricane once where the pre-landfall story of dubious origin was that the authorities were patrolling the areas under evacuation orders and handing out toe tags to anyone that had stuck around. The point being, that there’s a certain type of personality that doesn’t take a hurricane seriously. So, maybe this comparison won’t stand out the way the expert would have hoped. At some point, you get it or you won’t get it. Eleven months in, I’d argue, we’re well past that point. Nevertheless:

The first thing about this is, Well, that was obvious and apparent as a potential problem. The second part is, the sample size is, obviously, demographically skewed. So this is what you’ve have to work from as an observer.

Take this incredible woman’s story, for example.

The third, and equally important thing is, this won’t get better as we slide down the age scale.

What if we brought in the people from Chick-fil-A, Amazon, the IRS and each community’s most successful delivery start up and start a super group?

Don’t you just love when your brain seizes on a bit of history?

I spent some time looking through the online records. Mr. Hall was a man of some achievement and professional notoriety. As always, you’re getting the thinnest of outline notes in newspaper form. But what I’ve learned leaves a lot of interesting questions that you’d like to have answered these many decades hence.

So if anyone knows their grandchildren or great-grandchildren … send them my way for a quick conversation.