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the trip home was good, as usual. thanksgiving lunch/dinner was awesome and i played euchre and double-deck euchre with my aunts, grandma and cousin allllll afternoon which was FANTASTIC.

food, glorious food

my aunt pat, who much like myself does not cook (the running joke is that she and my uncle built a kitchen in their house purely for resale value), made this awesome veggie casserole and i have to remember to get the recipe because darn it, if she did it, so can i. my aunt jo made the desserts and oh! what desserts. pumpkin pie and pumpkin roll and the best pecan pie i think i’ve ever had. my cousin matt’s wife jenny makes this really good cranberry-orange relish stuff that goes really well with…everything, actually, but is particularly good on turkey.

my grandma is in charge of the turkey every year. she and my grandpa drive it over in their giant metal broilingroastingcookingwhatever pot and then my dad carves it and my grandma makes gravy from the drippings right there in the bottom of the pot. it’s like magic! grandma is also famous for her homemade chicken & noodles, so she made some of those too.

my mom made candied yams and a different kind of mashed potato. she bought a potato riser this year, so dad milled a bunch of potatoes then mom added sour cream and something else delicious and therefore horribly fattening. the potatoes came out sort of like a coarse mash (although not so coarse as the delicious SAGA smashed potatoes) but with a slight flavor that was not overpowering and went very well with grandma’s turkey gravy.

i managed to take it easy during the actual meal but spent all of euchre-time eating cold turkey from a little plate and then around 10pm, after everyone had gone, my mom and i pulled our usual post-huge-meal-weirdness and raided the leftovers, leaving nary a cauliflower in the veggie tray.

other culinary delights: my parents took me to the circle tap for ribs on friday night, my mom took me to chick-fil-a saturday afternoon and my parents, grandparents and i all went to the maid-rite for lunch on friday. since i’m doing the whole seattle sutton thing (see above where i mention that i don’t cook), the whole idea of actually picking what i want to eat (instead of having a set menu) was rather novel.

movies

the quad cities is a good sized metropolitan area and there are a couple of nice movie theatres, but the movie offerings aren’t nearly as varied as in chicago (nor can they be expected to be as such). thus, i had problems deciding what movie to see on friday (which was also my dad’s birthday). i decided on ‘walk the line‘ for a second go-round, because a) not much else was playing at the right time and b) i knew my dad wanted to see it and it was his birthday and he should see something he wants to see no matter how much he insists that i pick what i want to see. anyway, it was good the second time around, maybe better.

saturday there was a dearth of good tv, so mom and i went to the rental place in milan to pick out a few movies. but of course, since i see at least one (usually 2-3) movie a week, i had already seen almost everything, and my parents usually see a movie every week or so too. also, it was thanksgiving weekend and a lot of movies were completely checked out. we got ‘sahara’ (which i heard was bad, but was also described as indiana jones meets ‘national treasure’ and i think both of those are great so what the heck) and ‘the upside of anger’ (which tyler, i think, had mentioned was pretty good). i liked ‘sahara’ and thought it was a lot of fun, although i could see how it might be poorly received and i thought ‘the upside of anger’ was good, mostly because character studies or movies with grown-up topics are rare lately.

sunday the bears played, so while dad cheered them to their victory mom and i went to the moline theatre and saw ‘pride & prejudice‘ with 40 or so other football widows, their daughters, granddaughters and friends and a few guys who maybe don’t like football, whose team wasn’t playing, who are just a really good boyfriend/husband/son, or (my strongest hypothesis) who think keira knightly and/or rosamund pike are super-hot and wanted to drool for a few hours. the movie was really good. now i’ll have to rent the bbc colin firth miniseries. i know i know! i’m sorry, i just never got around to seeing it before. anyway, it was sort of odd seeing matthew macfadyen play mr. darcy (someone so serious and quiet) since the only other thing i’ve seen him in is ‘maybe baby‘, a little british film starring hugh laurie and joely richardson, wherein he plays a really annoying executive who is always wearing a cellphone headset (a tool tool, as meghan and i would say). he was good though, as was keira knightley and donald sutherland and brenda blethyn and everyone else.

i spent the rest of the weekend getting my eyes checked and watching tv and buying new mittens. aunt jo brought logan and caleb over for a bit on saturday (my mom printed out some open house invitations for my cousin and her new husband and new daughter). nothing else real exciting except for the aforementioned food and movies and euchre and seeing my family and cat and the joy of being transported everywhere by car and not having to wait out in the cold for said transportation to arrive and coming home to a house that is the perfect temperature and probably has a fire going as well. odd, the things that you miss the most. i’m already looking forward to christmas.

i got half-way to the el station before i decided FUCK IT and went back and got my winter coat. halfway from the bus stop to work i gave in and actually PUT ON MY HAT. A HAT PEOPLE. i look completely MORONIC in hats but it was so windy, i had no choice but to put up with the pointing and laughing (thanks mom) and wear the damn thing.

just finished watching the director’s commentary for star trek: first contact. man, that movie is SO good. The Best Star Trek Movie, in my opinion. oh, there’s wrath of khan and everything, but the fact of the matter is first contact is almost perfect. i think a big part of what makes first contact so good (and what made nemesis so very very bad), is jonathan frakes and brannon braga and ron moore. nemesis, while well-meaning, was like a kick in the nuts. what kind of send-off for the franchise was that? the director clearly didn’t care about the character relationships or the history of the show, and i’m appalled that no one stopped him at some point to ask him what the hell he thought he was doing.

meanwhile, jonathan frakes was intimately familiar with the source material (the tv show), had a real respect for the franchise and knew how to capture the moments that made the audience feel the history of the characters and their loyalty and sense of family and all of those other fuzzy feelings that make a movie special (also, patrick stewart’s ripped arms. mustn’t forget the surprising sexiness of picard as action hero). brannon braga and ron moore wrote a script with fantastic pacing, a titillating premise and rich secondary characters – i cannot honestly, or in good conscience, refer to shinzon as a ‘rich character’. i’m not even sure that’s john logan’s fault – i think the movie was simply poorly executed. it was stylistically interesting, but where was the heart? no moment with geordi about the death of his best friend? wtf? sad. really really sad.

i think i’ll continue my nerd-day by either watching the commentary for insurrection or the hunt for red october (another facet of my nerdiness: submarines. also naval aviators. it runs in the family. the navy, not the nerdiness.)

this morning i decided i could no longer stand my duvet. it’s lovely and i like how it looks and it’s weight and how it makes me feel like i’m sleeping under a big fluffly cloud…but the damn thing REFUSES to get white again when laundered. i suppose i should’ve known better – it IS from ikea and is just made of cheap cotton, but i really liked it when i bought it and…well, i still do.

anyway, it was time for a change, so i took a trip to cb2 to buy a (slightly) pricier, nicer, hopefully longer-lasting duvet for my down blanket. i decided on the basic brown and white and was all ready to get out of there fast…but the pull of (semi-)reasonably-priced home decor items was too much for me. i ended up dropping like $160 – i got a few more plates for my 2-of-each-style dinnerware collection, a cheapy cocktail shaker since i didn’t own one before (what am i supposed to do with all of that tito’s handmade without one?), a candle that smells like a delicious chai latte, brown pillowcases, and a pillow i don’t need but damn, it looks good on my couch.

the point of all of this was that i didn’t really consider the logistics of carrying this stuff back to my apartment via the el since i no longer have access to a car. cb2 is pretty close to the addison brown line stop, so it wasn’t too bad, but MY GOD how do all of you people DO this?? today i had my first taste of how lucky i used to be when i had a car whenever i wanted it. how do people get their groceries home? what if you have a sudden urge to go to cross-rhodes for greek fries? you have to plan everything – train schedules and bus schedules and metra schedules…where is the spontaneity?

sigh. so this is city life. ok, enough bitching. time to eat a b!g sur bar and watch ghostbusters II. oh egon! i swear, i’ll always be true!…ok, except maybe for macgyver.

ps: on the train i was reading the hypochondriac’s handbook, an ill-advised san francisco metreon purchase (eric! ian! why did you let me buy this book?!). did you know that the flu virus can live for YEARS in DRIED spit??

mca stairwell

today eric and i went to the museum of conteporary art (mca) to see the dan flavin retrospective. i was going to be good and not take any photos (since they are only allowed in the lobby areas) but then i saw a guy blatantly taking shots of everything with his cellphone, so i got this shot of eric standing in front of one of the light sculptures. it’s basically the same shot that everyone gets when they see the flavin exhibit because this little room is back around the corner from a tunnel and there are no obvious cameras surveilling you.

the big exhibit at the mca is tropicália, a look at post-WWII brazilian culture. it is pret-ty wild. there is a whole room of stuff to interact with – sensory masks with mirrors in front of the eye-holes or scent sachets in the cloth, sandy paths to walk down, a pare of macaws in a giant cage, clothes to try on, interactive books and ‘poemobiles’. there’s also this cool a/v sculpture, some completely insane sculptures and giant framed swaths of fabric with huge zippers. tropicália – you have to see it to believe it; made me want to go to brazil.

see all photos from today’s trip to the mca here.

talk of earthquakes over at meghan’s weblog – oddly, i’ve experienced two and my first was…in illinois.

tonight was the reception for the alumni art exhibition at elmhurst. lindsay’s photographs were selected and they were awesome! all of the work was pretty cool, even if some of it really creeped me out. the exhibition is installed at the accelerator artspace, which is the first floor of the little physics building that houses an actual particle accelerator – a kevatron first built in the 1940s for the university of chicago, then moved to elmhurst in 1973. on the refreshment table was a little cake with digital numbers (very cool – eric wants some for his next birthday) flashing ’32’ for the accelerator’s 32nd year at elmhurst. you can see the accelerator – it sits right there in the middle of the room and is giant and silver and red and very futuristic looking. i took some photos which i’ll post soon (i know i know. i swear i’ll post photos soon) you can see here.

also, what a sweet car. corresponding back-story here (title: thirty is the new thirty).

the trip to california was awesome – seeing friends in la, driving up the coast, eric’s birthday party in sf and excellent food during the whole trip. i have a bit of a photo backlog right now, but i have posted pics from my birthday party, finally. eventually i’ll get to the california ones.

big changes here in chicago – sort of a crappy week on all counts: work, personal life, health. i’ve been sick since getting back to illinois and i think the overall crappiness of everything is sapping my recuperative energy away from where it’s needed.

today i was waiting for the bus in front of the high school near work when suddenly i heard the all-too-familiar thud of bass drums. soon i could hear the whole drum line practicing their cadence. i was overcome with sentimental feelings about marching band – pretty odd considering that i dreaded marching band and all of the sweatiness and smelliness and aerobicizing it entailed. but still, i could feel my legs automatically trying to get in step and my ears perking up, listening for the whistle commands.

i guess i never realized how good of a time i had in marching band – all of us music warriors, down in the trenches, suffering for our art, trying to look our best, make our movements snappy or fluid as need be, spending hours circling that black-top student parking lot practicing the perfect barn-door turn and learning to mark time properly. heh. i guess there were actually some pretty exciting/fun/interesting parts, like a bunch of hormonal teenagers changing clothes together in a cramped bus, playing cards and trading cds and those long night-time bus rides [insert eyebrow raise here]. i do believe it was on a band trip that i took that incriminating picture of brandon making out. nothing like flash photography on a pitch-dark bus to scare an adolescent on the make.

the joint birthday party for mark and me was a success! dinner was at karyn’s cooked, a vegan restaurant in the gallery district. i sat next to matt and there was much quoting of ‘spaceballs’. eric humored mark and did some “interesting” facial expressions to amuse/disgust/horrify the table, much to mark’s sister Meghan and Alicia’s delight. the food was sooo good, but the service was sooo slow – we were an hour late to the hungry brain. but, stef and trevor and asli and danny had already gotten the party started, so we were able to jump right in. abby came, and i hadn’t seen her in a year or so; lindsay came and actually got conrad to bike up too. i spent most of the time talking to abby and pat and jessie (who got me the special edition of ‘office space’! it includes…a RED STAPLER.).

after all of the wine with dinner (we had 4 bottles) and the free drinks people got me at the bar, i was fairly well-watered by the time i left. i was supposed to go to the cubs game today at 1:30, but i stayed in bed trying to out-sleep my hangover until about 1. i had a great time last night – thanks to everyone who made it out!

[if anyone else has photos from the night, please email me]

just got home from a long day (already it’s a long day!) in the city. it’s the second saturday in a row that i’m exhausted by 5pm. last saturday was the sta‘s snap chicago event, which meant getting up before 6am to get downtown bright and early, then 4 hours of walking around and taking photos. today i got up (not as) early to check out the renegade craft fair.

i bought a lot of cool stuff – notebooks made from old books, buttons, pins, tshirts (hamster man!), a little business card case and tiny envelopes made of maps and printed paper. i bought a lovely coptic-stitched notebook from amy (art school girl) and got the ultra-cute bear t-shirt from antonio’s new clothing company, good night, tv!

there were all kinds of handmade bags and purses and jewelry and cool posters and prints, but i managed to resist the temptation of hammerpress‘s letterpress cards and books and the bird machine‘s posters. it was tough though. after renegade, eric and i went up to lincoln square and had lunch at the grind and dessert at café selmarie.

tonight is the joint birthday party for mark and me – dinner then drinks at the hungry brain!

renegade runs today until 6 and again tomorrow (sunday) from 11am–6pm.