Thursday, November 26, 2009

I looked at a heck of a lot of bikes in Amsterdam



Looked at them both on the street and in bike shops and gave serious thought to whether I should maybe pursue buying a Dutch bike.  Thankfully the current answer is no - but I would love to make some changes to my Bianchi Milano that would make it, I don't know, more sensibly dutchy.

Virtually every bike I saw in Amsterdam has a bell, has lights - almost always hooked up to a generator, either an old friction generator or a generator front hub - has fenders and rear side splash guards, at least one rack, a kickstand, a rear wheel hand-cuff style lock mounted to the frame, and a second lock, more often with a chain than a long U.



The bells are used sensibly to shoo pedestrians out of the way on bike lanes and in the narrow streets and alleys.  The lights are used primarily to be seen, not to see, though I saw a couple (out of thousands) of bikes with lights meant to brightly illuminate the road.  The kickstands are to keep the bike upright when parked, and the racks are for carrying stuff.  Saying these things sounds kind of morinic, I know, but might be revalatory to most of my fellow Brooklonian bike riders, who primarily yell at people to shoo them out of the way, ride invisible after dusk, hardly ever stand a bike on its own, and generally like to emulate bike messengers and sling their loads, if any, around their shoulders.

I particularly liked the mid-frame kickstands that sit under the bike and have two feet.  The seem more stable and more usable in the city.  I also particularly like the front racks on many of the bikes I saw, and of these I particularly liked the frame-mounted racks rather than the handle-bar mounted racks.  


Some of the frame mounted racks (like on this three seater stretch baby limo) mount to either extensions of the down-tubes, or insert into holders welded onto the down-tubes.  Gonna talk to bro re whether he thinks he can add these holders to my bike.  Bikes at Het Zwarte Fietsenplan, like the (I wet myself) NX7, have them.  Looks like they also sell bolt-ons...

An amazing number of the bikes I saw had second and sometimes third seats on them, and I saw lots of kids in these - the seats are not for show.  I also saw a fair number of older folks getting transported, sitting side-saddle in the rear.  Also lots of cargo bikes, with kids sitting in the front-mounted truck.


Saddles.  Ah, saddles.  I should say now that I saw two, exactly 2, fixies in the 6 days I just spent in Amsterdam, and these two bikes were maybe the only ones I saw that had hard, skinny seats.  For all I know lots of folks have sporty second bikes at home with spartan seats, but that's not what they use every day for in-town.  I saw lots of sensible, cushy, waterproof seats.  Top-o-the-line bikes tended to have Brooks saddles.  A few bikes have these button seats that completely eliminate the technical hoops and fire for avoiding numbnuts: they just put the seat under your sit-bones and no where else.  (Do they work on bikes that are less upright than the oma and opafietsen?  Dit is het perfecte zadel voor dames met (korte) rokjes is what I hear.)

And the people I saw kept their butts in the saddles.  Hardly anyone posted.  Here in BKLYN, people post out of most stops.  Is it just part of looking cool?  In Amsterdam I only saw the most hurried riders do so.  Amsterdam riders are more likely to rock around in their seats to get up steepest rises at the canals rather than post.  Could also be because Amsterdam riders so often have a cell phone or (in November) an opened umbrella in one hand.

Blah blah blah.  Here's my to-do list:
  • Put bell on bike;
  • Check w/ Het Zwarte Fietsenplan if their bolt-on mount will work on my big-round aluminum down-tube, and if not maybe trick Bro into helping, or look at something from Steco that will bolt on to the head tube;
  • Start looking into getting a front wheel built around a generator hub.

    Buh Bye, IDFA

    We had a blast.

    I've moved the IDFA side-post I put up last week into this post.

    Aside from that, I have one word for you all: jenever.

    (PS: The cheeses, jenever and chocolates have all made it through. The dried sausages were stopped at the border, and I was lectured on meat-borne diseases.)


    IDFALori has two films she produced this year at the International Documentary Film Festival Amsterdam - The Kids Grow Up, directed by Doug Block, and The Edge of Dreaming, directed by Amy Hardie. I'll be adding details here.

    Sunday, November 22, 2009

    Twirling on Ferdinand Bolstraat

    video
    I'm embarrassed to say that I didn't make a note of the name of the shop, but there's a record shop on Ferdinand Bolstraat near the Ablert Cuyp market that has old turntables in the window, and on each of them is a twirly gizmo. Most were mirrored Disney-like things, but these dancers really caught my eye. Shooting through the window wasn't great. Please, don't fire me I'll do better next time.

    Dear diary, wish you were here


    Here, generally in Amsterdam, but specifically here, too, at Kapitein Zeppo's, where I am fortifying myself with a few pilsner, what the Dutch call young cheese, and an espresso.  Oh, hey, the gypsy jazz trio is about to come on...

    Both of the openings last evening were fab.  Lota's busy busy busy and I'm, uh, scouting dinner and drink locations.  Research.  Wearing my bone to the bone.

    Tuesday, November 17, 2009

    Dear diary: I ate till I busted a gut

    Well, I thought, I'd like to have a meal just like we would order at Albano's Amorina, but I don't want to go out tonight.  So I decided to cook one.  When we go to Amorina, we always split a salad or two, then we split a pasta, and then we split a pizza.  Sooo... I made Bittman's Brussels sprouts & bacon (I used pancetta) and figs salad; then, with pesto Lota made and froze this summer, a dish of orecchiette with peas and pesto; then, with some leftover pizza dough I made a week or two ago, froze, and slipped out of the freezer last night - just in case - a pizza tre formaggi, with fresh mozzarella from Russo's, asagio and teleggio.

    And, Lordy, after Lota stopped eating and flopped around gasping for breath, I just kept on going.  Until....

    Yes, the fabulous International Notebook Collection of Jennie Maneri!

    AND, as if that wasn't enough, the crowning of Miss G Train!!!!

    from JM:
    Come see my International Notebook Collection on display at the City Reliquary Museum in Brooklyn!! Bring your friends, family and anyone I forgot.

    Where: The City Reliquary, Williamsburg, 370 Metropolitan near Havemeyer 

    When: This Thursday, November 19th, 7:00 - 10:00

    What: In case you didn't know, I have a huge collection of notebooks from all over the world.

    If you haven't been to The City Reliquary, it is truly a unique experience. 
    In addition to my notebooks being displayed in the Community Collections front window, the museum is holding The Miss G Train Pageant. So come on over for $3 beers, notebooks and the crowning of the new Miss G Train.

    Saturday, November 14, 2009

    I'm going to have to get to know Lambchop much better


    Lambchop - Give It from Merge Records on Vimeo.
    Via Aquarium Drunkard.

    Micro! (from MaLu)

    Just in from MaLu, now of Oh Hi Oh, formerly of Hawaii, formerly of Seattle, formerly our downstairs neighbor, lo those many years ago, in the County of Kings:



    As always, I have to recommend this gig. It will be a lot of fun, regardless of your music preferences.

    xxx
    M

    What: The Microscopic Septet
    Where: 92YTribeca, 200 Hudson St. New York, NY 10013
    When: Saturday, December 5, 2009, two sets starting at 10PM
    Price: $18/adv $20/door
    http://www.92y.org/92yTribeca/

    ....

    The music of The Microscopic Septet is the sound of jazz in 20th century America: all of it, from Ellington to Ayler, bebop to Zorn,  Dixieland  to experimental, captured in a microcosm.  It distills the essence of jazz as a popular music into a sound that swings, a music that is intelligent, sometimes smart-aleck,  and always good fun. [Joyce Nalewajk]

    In 2009 Cuneiform Records released Lobster Leaps In, the first newly recorded Microscopic Septet CD since the late 1980s.             Here is what critics had to say:

    Downbeat: “As always with the Micros, it’s gloriously, delightfully and inappropriately right. Welcome back.”

    Jazziz: “…brings a renewed sense of fun to the often-humorless jazz milieu.”

    AllAboutJazz: “Packed with soaring melodies, jubilant riffs, joyous shout choruses, infectious rhythms and incisive solos, Lobster Leaps In is the most fun one can have listening to contemporary jazz.”
     
    The Philadelphia Inquirer
    : … swinging, infectious, and full of wit.”
      http://www.microscopicseptet.com
    http://www.myspace.com/themicroscopicseptet
    ...

    www.phillipjohnston.com
    www.myspace.com/phillipjohnston88
    www.microscopicseptet.com

    Friday, November 13, 2009

    Politics of the plate: the price of tomatoes

    Mark Bittman says Barry Estabrook's article, The price of tomatoes, is "best non-cooking food story of the year."  So, let's read it.

    Thursday, November 12, 2009

    Tree of Smoke

    This Veterans' Day found me aptly reading Denis Johnson's Tree of Smoke.  150 pages in, and I hadn't read any reviews until just now when I started to post.  Yowza the first paragraph of Jim Lewis' review of the book in the NYT:
    Good morning and please listen to me: Denis Johnson is a true American artist, and “Tree of Smoke” is a tremendous book, a strange entertainment, very long but very fast, a great whirly ride that starts out sad and gets sadder and sadder, loops unpredictably out and around, and then lurches down so suddenly at the very end that it will make your stomach flop. It comes with the armor and accoutrements of a Major Novel: big historical theme (Vietnam), semi-mythical cultural institution (military intelligence), long time span (1963-70, with a coda set in 1983) and unreasonable length (614 pages), all of which would be off-putting if this were not, in fact, a major novel, and if Johnson’s last big book hadn’t been the small collection of eccentric and addictive short stories called “Jesus’ Son” (1992). “Tree of Smoke” is a soulful book, even a numinous one (it’s dedicated “Again for H.P.” and I’ll bet you a bundle that stands for “higher power”), and it ought to secure Johnson’s status as a revelator for this still new century — a prediction I voice confidently but reluctantly, and with a little disappointment and dismay.

    Tuesday, November 10, 2009

    Far away, and only yesterday

    LH's life is much more interesting than mine right now.  (Makes me wonder how the blog can grow old without a "plumbing" tag.)
    The second night was at Tintale, which is quite high at the top of a long, exhausting upward slope. We stayed at a kind of lodge / house. I talked with a handsome guy who was a teacher at a private English medium school, seemed to be well-off, and when I asked if he read Nepali novels, it turned out he had read ALL of the novels I've translated (in Nepali, of course) and seemed genuinely impressed to meet the translator! The proprietor of the "inn" (I'm not sure what to call it - they serve dal bhat and provide space for sleeping) was a very jolly Rai guy, and we had lots of laughs. He urged us to stay another day so we could "dance and sing together." We were informed that Tintale gets knee-deep snow in the winter. The way to the outdoor bathroom was so treacherous I peed in the road during the night rather than attempt it (it required going out through a room of sleeping travelers in the dark trying not to wake them, opening a creaking front door, stepping over a plank across the threshold, going to the street, going down a steep slope with uneven steps, being careful not to trip on a 2' high hose in the path, hopping down a 3' step (all slippery mud), negotiating the toilet door locked with a tiny lock - all while holding a flashlight and toilet paper, then dealing with a squat toilet. Luckily I didn't have the runs). Dinner was a noisy affair, as a couple of the guests had drunk a lot of rakshi and got a little noisy and obnoxious, but they soon went to sleep.

    Thursday, November 5, 2009

    No nuthin'


    1st Ave, East Village.  Sent via thingy

    I'm feeling all aflutter about the Batavus BUB


    The article at Bicycle Design is particularly interesting, I think, describing contemporary bike culture in the home of Batavus.   Lota and I will be in Amsterdam in a couple of weeks - and I'll probably be pretty glad that the BUB is not available yet.

    Wednesday, November 4, 2009

    I really just can't talk about this redding thing


    Somewhere between $90,000,000 and $140,000,000 gets you 50,000 votes more than $9,000,000.  I bet that causes the spender some mixed feelings.

    Anyway, right here in the hood, I'm way happy for Bill de Blasio and Brad Lander.  (Brad, update the site - you won!)  And for the health of both the NYC Dems and Working Families Party.

    (I'm linking to the Post from the map, though it's a Times graphic.  You know, I tried real hard to find a link on the NYT site to the full NY election results, and couldn't - had to back into it from Google news searches.  Then I grabbed the graphic and altered it for posting and had to go through the Google search again and the Post results came up higher, etc.)

    Illuminated Manuscripts: Alexandre Singh's "Assembly Instructions"


    Tuesday, November 3, 2009

    By then I would have read John Barth's Chimera (da da dum, etc.)

    (... speaking of Scheherazade:)  At wiki.  And pages at Google.  Comments by Harold Augenbraum at the National Book Awards site: "When I was coming of age in the 1970s, if you didn’t read John Barth you weren’t a young reader."

    Dah da-dum, da-da-da-dum, da-da-da Dum Dum (dum dum)

    Caught a cold yesterday or the day before on the plane and last night was pretty miserable.  Slept in exile with the radio playing very softly next to me, and at some point before dawn I stirred to Dah da-dum, da-da-da-dum, da-da-da Dum Dum (dum dum).  Which brought my fevered brow back to back to a summer some +360 odd moons ago when for a short time I didn't have a place and was sleeping at work on the floor of an office, in a sleeping bag and every night on the cassette deck next to my ear, soft and low, I'd play either Joe Jackson's Look Sharp or Rimsky-Korsakov's Scheherazade.  (They were the two tapes I owned.)  JJ, LS.

    Monday, November 2, 2009

    All of Joe Nardiello's campaign calls for the 39th District in Brooklyn come from a Seattle based war-dialer

    Uh... dude.

    Flowery nose, creamy texture: more northwest chanterells & more pizza



    Well, I know, you're sick of hearing it, but I'm not yet sick of eating it.  We were in the northwest again this last weekend (WA, this time), and again there were wild chanterelles at the farmers' market.  Bought some, and some garlic and red cippolini onions, some canned San Marzano tomatoes.  And a pizza stone since our host didn't have one.  We bought a handful of bottles at Patrick Hub's fabulous Olympic Wine Merchant (noo, laddie, no web site, you just have to go there).  (My fave was a Buty Sémillon, Sauvignon and Muscadelle blend. Oh, slay me, I am a pig of a pig of a pig.)  Lota made a salad, C made an apple crisp, and we stuffed ourselves!

    Wednesday, October 28, 2009

    EFF Takedown Hall of Shame

    Ah, near and dear to the old Stumpy, Dante, Jane Thane of Ohio, and Billy Sam Donnelly crowd:  EFF's Takedown hall of shame.
    "Bogus copyright and trademark complaints have threatened all kinds of creative expression on the Internet. EFF's Hall Of Shame collects the worst of the worst."

    Worlds collide, in the nicest way

    I decided to have a sonnet writing contest in the tech group I manage, requiring a $1 or equivalent entry fee for each sonnet submitted.  The prize is the pot of all the entry fees, plus a diorama submitted by NY staff of a certain tech giant company in a diorama contest I ran last year amongst the various tech companies with which we spend gazillions of dollars.  (The theme of that contest, which had many, many rules, was the Mamas & Papas.  See here for a few images from that contest.)

    With some prodding my folks ground out 20 sonnets in a couple of days.  The site I'm posting them to (which will come down in a week) has become the #11 site via google for the surname of our tech-giant rep of the prize-pot diorama.  (Oh, yeah, one of the rules of the contest was the inclusion of his 4 syllable Armenian surname.)  It's a little odd.

    I came so close to making another pizza for breakfast - BAM Next Wave

    Had the oven fired up.  Was going to go super minimal - seasalt and olive oil.  Then I remembered, Dude, you don't eat breakfast...

    Will have to console myself with looking forward to this evening's doo.  Hope to see you local yokels there.

    The Long Count

    Part of the 2009 Next Wave Festival

    Oct 28, 30 & 31 at 8pm

    Bryce Dessner, Aaron Dessner, and Matthew Ritchie

    In an inspired collision of creative worlds, three inexhaustibly original artists—brothers Bryce Dessner and Aaron Dessner of indie rock band The National and omnivorous visual art phenomenon Matthew Ritchie—combine talents to create a song-filled myth about the beginning of time. A feast of images, instrumentals, and songs thick with primordial mystery, The Long Count pairs Ritchie's protean forms with a twelve-piece orchestra and the Dessners' gothic mix of electric and orchestral sounds.

    Guest vocalists Kim and Kelley Deal (The Breeders, The Pixies), Shara Worden (My Brightest Diamond), and Matt Berninger (The National) round out the line-up in this visionary collaboration between music and art.

    Tuesday, October 27, 2009

    Pizza, I am thy slave

    Nuff said.  Refer to Charles & Michele Scicolone's Pizza.  This evening's experiments were a part whole wheat crust with tomato, garlic and anchovy (you can tell Lota was not at home), followed (because there was more dough, not because I could possibly stuff any more food into myself) by a tomato garlic and mozzarella pie. 

    Hey, I'm also reading (and eating through) Elizabeth David's 1954 Italian Food, in a recent (10 year old) Penguin edition.

    Monday, October 26, 2009

    Young at Heart

    I'm pretty sure the first time I heard this - or the time I first remember hearing this - was Pooky singing to Soupy...  Damn if this doesn't have a lot more than three chords!


           A              A9           A        AM7
    Fairy tales can come true, it can happen to you
    A7        Bm7-5      E7
    If you're young at heart;
              E7           Bm7-5       E7        E7+5
    For it's hard, you will find to be narrow of mind
               A
    If you're young at heart.
           C#m7-5       F#7          C#m7-5            F#7
    You can  go  to extremes with im - pos - si - ble schemes,
     B7/9            B7          B7/9         B7 
    Laugh when your dreams fall apart at the seams;
         E7       Gdim    E7    Gdim      E7
    And life gets more exciting with each passing day,
         A6      Fdim   A6     Fdim     Bm7-5     E7
    And love is either in your heart, or  on  its way.

                A             A9          A          AM7
    Don't you know that it's worth ev'ry treasure on earth
     A7   Bm7-5     E7
    To be young at heart;
            E7         Bm7-5          E7       E7+5
    For as rich as you are, it's much better by far
           A
    To be young at heart.
           B7/9           B7       B7/9         B7
    And if you should survive to a hundred and five,
           B7/9           B7          E      Em
    Look at all you'll derive out of being alive.
         A                      E7          Bm7-5   E7
    And here is the best part - you'll have a head start
    A           D9            Bm7-5      A
    If you are among the very young at heart,

    A          D9             Bm7-5  E7   A
    If you are among the very young  at heart.

    Clearly, the dogs will need to eat the SUVs to survive

    Uh... save the planet, eat a dog.  Via /.

    Friday, October 23, 2009

    RIP, Soupy


    Thanks for the pointer, macinwi.

    Thursday, October 22, 2009

    Larry => Manjul => Simone = plus ultra

    Larry's back in Kathmandu and urging us to get there, too. I keep asking him, Where exactly in Brooklyn is that? (Juju keeps asking me, Where in Berkeley is Brooklyn?) Anyway, Larry says "My next task is to set up some trekking, probably to the East, to retrace the itinerary of Manjul toward Bhojpur." So I had to learn who Manjul is. And that also lead me to Susan Simone's photographs. And to Bhojpur Ke Marda. Give it a go.

    Wednesday, October 21, 2009

    Proteus Gowanus


    Tuesday, October 20, 2009

    considering how much happiness...

    ju ju's experienced watching Austin City Limits, it be easy for us to celebrate thirty five years of that wonder of television...

    Winter squash

    Dear diary, last night Dante came over and cooked dinner for us -
    delicata squash from Bradley's cut up and sauteed in butter and rosemary and sage and then braised in cider and a little vinegar until that reduced to a glaze, and some of Mike's (Yezzi) grandma's hot Italian sausage that Dante put on a toasted Tom Cat baguette.

    Dante also brought this photo with him, taken in 1925 at the BBG.

    Which of course reminded me of the pic I'd seen of Stumpy's Dad, taken, what? 15 years later? Up in Hunts Point.

    Friday, October 16, 2009

    Sixty Symbols


    Sixty Symbols: Videos about the symbols of physics and astronomy. U of Nottingham.

    Our humble abode's Walk Score is 98. Shiny!

    How about yours?

    Via WebWorkerDaily.

    Thursday, October 15, 2009

    Bikes, Cameras, Beers - and you!!

    Bikes, Cameras, Beers: PSA Tickets on Sale Now


    Transportation Alternatives presents a special evening screening of Public Service Announcements to promote why Biking Rules in NYC! Over 80 artists submitted new and creative images, documentaries, narratives and animations that promote safe, civic-minded cycling as part of T.A.'s Biking Rules campaign.

    Come see the premiere of jury-selected PSA entries at BAMcinématek. The evening will include prizes and a special reception afterward with free beer courtesy of the Brooklyn Brewery.

    The Biking Rules PSA Competition and Festival
    Tuesday, November 17th
    7:00 pm
    BAMcinématek
    30 Lafayette Ave
    Brooklyn, NY
    Advance tickets available at: bikingrules.org/tickets

    Proceeds from advance tickets support Transportation Alternatives.

    Cantharellus cibarius and the nice BC airport lady who searched through my luggage

    She confiscated my nail-clippers. But didn't look in the bag filled with chanterelles.
    Night one we did up a batch with shallots and corn as a side to a roasted chicken (oil, rosemary, salt, black pepper, and that special voodoo paprika that the Bradley Farm makes in New Paltz every early autumn). Night two, the shredded leftover chicken and another batch of chanterelles, tossed with some orecchiette. All gone. Sigh.

    Wednesday, October 14, 2009

    Hannibal, Ruhe in Frieden

    Sad news from E. So long, fella. Your dreams were big.

    David Byrne: Live on Two Wheels

    Nice New York Times video of David Byrne re biking in NYC.