Showing posts with label CSA. Show all posts
Showing posts with label CSA. Show all posts
Thursday, October 16, 2008
Tuesday, July 1, 2008
Schizophrenic Evening
Friday night started off sedately enough. Bich Thu invited us over for a little dinner party. We all shared some home-cooked dishes comprised mostly of CSA vegetables like turnips, swiss chard, lettuce greens, radishes. There was fish too. We chatted and petted the cat and enjoyed some wine. We generally acted our age.
Then BAM! RAGING IMPROMPTU DANCE PARTY!! Ridiculous and ridiculously fun.
Then BAM! RAGING IMPROMPTU DANCE PARTY!! Ridiculous and ridiculously fun.
Thursday, June 19, 2008
The green edition
This is what Claudius got me for my birthday this year:
It's a Solio, a solar powered charger that actually stores power, so that you can juice it up on your window sill and then when you're good and ready, attach your cell phone or ipod or whatever and be all up in the 21st century but off the grid at the same time. I've been using it to charge my cell phone for the past week and it works perfectly, though I admittedly have ridiculously good, direct sunlight streaming through my windows for a good 4-5 hours per day. I could see it coming in handy when camping, of course, but even when travelling, since it obviates the need for power converters.
Moving on. Today was the first distribution of the Stanton Street CSA, and things went delightfully smoothly! I've been salivating for Ted's farm fresh veggies and fruit for months, and I could hardly wait to get home to make myself a massive dinner salad. Strawberries for dessert!
It's a Solio, a solar powered charger that actually stores power, so that you can juice it up on your window sill and then when you're good and ready, attach your cell phone or ipod or whatever and be all up in the 21st century but off the grid at the same time. I've been using it to charge my cell phone for the past week and it works perfectly, though I admittedly have ridiculously good, direct sunlight streaming through my windows for a good 4-5 hours per day. I could see it coming in handy when camping, of course, but even when travelling, since it obviates the need for power converters.
Moving on. Today was the first distribution of the Stanton Street CSA, and things went delightfully smoothly! I've been salivating for Ted's farm fresh veggies and fruit for months, and I could hardly wait to get home to make myself a massive dinner salad. Strawberries for dessert!
Saturday, September 1, 2007
Dinner and a show or three
Hey all! After many months away from blog-land because of a lost camera and, let's face it, sheer laziness, I'm back! I think I already love my new camera, even though I haven't yet bought a memory card for it and so am restricted to the seven photos that can fit at a time in the internal memory. I am so ultra devoted to my renewed vow of consistent posting, starting right now.
Audrey's brother Chris was in town from North Carolina for a few days this past week, and on Wednesday night we took him to Pete's Candy Store for some free music, because the Death Vessel show we had planned on going to at the Spiegel Tent would have stretched our meager budgets a little too thin. Obviously, seeing bands you know nothing about is a total crapshoot, but we made out like bandits that night. First up were the Bobtail Yearlings, so awkward and completely lacking in stage presence that it felt like watching a 4th grade talent show. The bass player was wearing one of those beaked masks like the ones the apothecaries wore during the plague, and the cellist had pleather pants and a wig on, and the clarinetist looked like he had just wrapped up a session at band camp, but I thought their sound was kind of beautiful, maybe a little bit Belle & Sebastian-ish. Audrey and I bought a CD while James rolled his eyes and left early. Next up was this singer-songwriter guy with a guitar who was pretty much the polar opposite of the Bobtail Yearlings--spewing charisma and self-confidence, throwing around witty banter, but his music was only so-so, though overall he was entertaining for sure.
The Bobtail Yearlings:
The next night, Thursday, Eric had another CSA veggie potluck, featuring tahini pasta, peach/cilantro/radish salad and a baked peach crumble for dessert.
On Friday night, a group of 13 of us converged on South Street Seaport for the final concert of the River to River festival, with Battles and Deerhunter.
I've seen Deerhunter before and loved seeing them all over again, and this time around I had a much better view of the lead singer's crazy gangliness.
Battles was headlining the show, and to revisit a debate that kept us occupied for much of the rest of the evening, I stand by my take that they were "jammy", "noodly" and "funky". Negative connotations of those adjectives fully intended. And they had button-down shirts on in a matching rainbow of sherbet colors, which doesn't really come across in this photo very well though:
Dinner was at a Malaysian restaurant on Grand Street where Sameer nerded out (is that a redundant word pairing?) with Angelique's glasses and we almost stiffed the waiter for a tip because a certain payroll accountant among us interpreted the bill wrong. Glad Amy Joy doesn't do my taxes!! Kidding.
Audrey's brother Chris was in town from North Carolina for a few days this past week, and on Wednesday night we took him to Pete's Candy Store for some free music, because the Death Vessel show we had planned on going to at the Spiegel Tent would have stretched our meager budgets a little too thin. Obviously, seeing bands you know nothing about is a total crapshoot, but we made out like bandits that night. First up were the Bobtail Yearlings, so awkward and completely lacking in stage presence that it felt like watching a 4th grade talent show. The bass player was wearing one of those beaked masks like the ones the apothecaries wore during the plague, and the cellist had pleather pants and a wig on, and the clarinetist looked like he had just wrapped up a session at band camp, but I thought their sound was kind of beautiful, maybe a little bit Belle & Sebastian-ish. Audrey and I bought a CD while James rolled his eyes and left early. Next up was this singer-songwriter guy with a guitar who was pretty much the polar opposite of the Bobtail Yearlings--spewing charisma and self-confidence, throwing around witty banter, but his music was only so-so, though overall he was entertaining for sure.
The Bobtail Yearlings:
The next night, Thursday, Eric had another CSA veggie potluck, featuring tahini pasta, peach/cilantro/radish salad and a baked peach crumble for dessert.
On Friday night, a group of 13 of us converged on South Street Seaport for the final concert of the River to River festival, with Battles and Deerhunter.
I've seen Deerhunter before and loved seeing them all over again, and this time around I had a much better view of the lead singer's crazy gangliness.
Battles was headlining the show, and to revisit a debate that kept us occupied for much of the rest of the evening, I stand by my take that they were "jammy", "noodly" and "funky". Negative connotations of those adjectives fully intended. And they had button-down shirts on in a matching rainbow of sherbet colors, which doesn't really come across in this photo very well though:
Dinner was at a Malaysian restaurant on Grand Street where Sameer nerded out (is that a redundant word pairing?) with Angelique's glasses and we almost stiffed the waiter for a tip because a certain payroll accountant among us interpreted the bill wrong. Glad Amy Joy doesn't do my taxes!! Kidding.
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