When I was young I spoke like a child, and I saw with a child's eyes
And an open door was to a girl like the stars are to the sky
It's funny how the world lives up to all your expectations
With adventures for the stout of heart, and the lure of the open spaces
There's 2 lanes running down this road, whichever side you're on
Accounts for where you want to go, or what you're running from
Back when darkness overtook me on a blind man's curve
I relied upon the moon, I relied upon the moon
I relied upon the moon and Saint Christopher
Now I've paid my dues cuz I have owed them, but I've paid a price sometimes
For being such a stubborn woman in such stubborn times
Now I've paid my dues cuz I have owed them, but I've paid a price sometimes
For being such a stubborn woman in such stubborn times
Now I have run from the arms of lovers, I've run from the eyes of friends
I have run from the hands of kindness, I've run just because I can
But now I'm grown and I speak like a woman and I see with a woman's eyes
And an open door is to me now like the saddest of goodbyes
It's too late for turning back, I pray for the heart and the nerve
And I rely upon the moon, I rely upon the moon
I rely upon the moon and Saint Christopher
I rely upon the moon, I rely upon the moon
I rely upon the moon and Saint Christopher
Sunday, September 30, 2007
power of 10
CBS adds 'Power' to midseason
Network gives gameshow another round
By JOSEF ADALIAN
'Power of 10'
CBS has ordered six more segs of the quizshow 'Power of 10,' which it will sub in for new series that prove unsuccessful.
CBS is adding some “Power” to its midseason bench.
Eye has greenlit another cycle of “Power of 10,” the Michael Davies-produced quizzer that has blossomed into a summer success story for the net. Six additional episodes have been ordered and will run sometime during the 2007-08 season.
Sony Pictures Television and Davies’ Embassy Row produce “Power,” which has been airing twice a week.
After a so-so start in early August, the show has picked up Nielsen steam in recent weeks. Drew Carey-hosted quizzer has won its timeslot during its past five broadcasts, emerging in first among viewers and adults 18-49.
Despite that momentum, CBS is planning to take the show off its sked following a first-season finale on Sunday, Sept. 23. The net simply has no available timeslots save for the Saturday night death zone occupied by repeats.
By greenlighting six segs now, CBS will have “Power” available for backup when one of its new shows disappoints.
Renewal of “Power” caps a mixed summer for the Eye’s reality slate. “Big Brother” has had one of its strongest seasons in recent years, both in buzz and ratings, but the high-profile “Pirate Master” was cancelled midway through its run.
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I answered a posting for free tickets for this game show that is taped at the Kaufman Studios in Queens. I went, got on line, and had my name and email taken. We were escorted in groups to the restroom. We were escorted in to the studio, seated and prepped by this Sharp talking, sarcastic, NYC comic who was edgy enough to border being mean, racist and homophobic.
Drew Carey came out and asked people if they had questions for a "real Celebrity". Later in the show, he told the audience he bought a Hybrid Lexus because it was the most expensive and best LEXUS that they had.
The show is boring and Drew's role is to stretch out the questions.
The elimination rounds are fun and the people who went on were LOSERS>...A single mother of a 4 year old real estate agent who has no customers and isnt good at real estate. She lives with her elderly mom who has demented and incontinent pets. The second was a animal trainer for the NY Aquarium who introduced his boyfriend to Drew and the crowd. His claim to fame was collecting cans and bottles all summer to gain 100 dollars....
i would not watch this show......though seeing it taped was interesting... they raffled off 2 IPODS, 2 camera, two cheesey DVD players and Cheap LCD TV
Network gives gameshow another round
By JOSEF ADALIAN
'Power of 10'
CBS has ordered six more segs of the quizshow 'Power of 10,' which it will sub in for new series that prove unsuccessful.
CBS is adding some “Power” to its midseason bench.
Eye has greenlit another cycle of “Power of 10,” the Michael Davies-produced quizzer that has blossomed into a summer success story for the net. Six additional episodes have been ordered and will run sometime during the 2007-08 season.
Sony Pictures Television and Davies’ Embassy Row produce “Power,” which has been airing twice a week.
After a so-so start in early August, the show has picked up Nielsen steam in recent weeks. Drew Carey-hosted quizzer has won its timeslot during its past five broadcasts, emerging in first among viewers and adults 18-49.
Despite that momentum, CBS is planning to take the show off its sked following a first-season finale on Sunday, Sept. 23. The net simply has no available timeslots save for the Saturday night death zone occupied by repeats.
By greenlighting six segs now, CBS will have “Power” available for backup when one of its new shows disappoints.
Renewal of “Power” caps a mixed summer for the Eye’s reality slate. “Big Brother” has had one of its strongest seasons in recent years, both in buzz and ratings, but the high-profile “Pirate Master” was cancelled midway through its run.
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I answered a posting for free tickets for this game show that is taped at the Kaufman Studios in Queens. I went, got on line, and had my name and email taken. We were escorted in groups to the restroom. We were escorted in to the studio, seated and prepped by this Sharp talking, sarcastic, NYC comic who was edgy enough to border being mean, racist and homophobic.
Drew Carey came out and asked people if they had questions for a "real Celebrity". Later in the show, he told the audience he bought a Hybrid Lexus because it was the most expensive and best LEXUS that they had.
The show is boring and Drew's role is to stretch out the questions.
The elimination rounds are fun and the people who went on were LOSERS>...A single mother of a 4 year old real estate agent who has no customers and isnt good at real estate. She lives with her elderly mom who has demented and incontinent pets. The second was a animal trainer for the NY Aquarium who introduced his boyfriend to Drew and the crowd. His claim to fame was collecting cans and bottles all summer to gain 100 dollars....
i would not watch this show......though seeing it taped was interesting... they raffled off 2 IPODS, 2 camera, two cheesey DVD players and Cheap LCD TV
American Slingo
Boyd, Burke and Sparks to Star in Rapp's Sligo for Rattlestick; Season Announced
By Andrew Gans
25 Jul 2007
Adam Rapp
photo by Aubrey Reuben
Playbill.com has learned that the 13th season at Off-Broadway's Rattlestick Playwrights Theater will be its first to include four shows. The new season will kick off with the world premiere of Adam Rapp's American Sligo Sept. 12 with an official opening Sept. 24.
Directed by playwright Rapp, the limited engagement will run through Oct. 14. The cast will feature Guy Boyd, Mary Louise Burke, Michael Chernis, Emily McDonald, Megan Mostyn-Brown, Paul Sparks and Matthew Stadelmann. "Art 'Crazy Train' Sligo," press notes read, "[an] all-star wrestling legend, is about to retire. His two sons, his sister-in-law, his greatest fan, and a few unexpected guests gather on the eve of his final match for his last supper, but things just can't seem to stop going wrong in the Sligo home."
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This was a bizarre and violent off off off broadway play. Adam Rapp is a gifted playwright who even found a way to mention Louden Wainwright in this play. THe theater was a classic off off broadway house which was located in a church and to get to the bathroom, you had to walk across the stage so they limited restroom visits to before the show started and it delayed the start. Rapp's play is brilliant in parts but the topic is useless and meaningless. The characters werent particular likeable so you dont care about them.
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By Andrew Gans
25 Jul 2007
Adam Rapp
photo by Aubrey Reuben
Playbill.com has learned that the 13th season at Off-Broadway's Rattlestick Playwrights Theater will be its first to include four shows. The new season will kick off with the world premiere of Adam Rapp's American Sligo Sept. 12 with an official opening Sept. 24.
Directed by playwright Rapp, the limited engagement will run through Oct. 14. The cast will feature Guy Boyd, Mary Louise Burke, Michael Chernis, Emily McDonald, Megan Mostyn-Brown, Paul Sparks and Matthew Stadelmann. "Art 'Crazy Train' Sligo," press notes read, "[an] all-star wrestling legend, is about to retire. His two sons, his sister-in-law, his greatest fan, and a few unexpected guests gather on the eve of his final match for his last supper, but things just can't seem to stop going wrong in the Sligo home."
____________________
This was a bizarre and violent off off off broadway play. Adam Rapp is a gifted playwright who even found a way to mention Louden Wainwright in this play. THe theater was a classic off off broadway house which was located in a church and to get to the bathroom, you had to walk across the stage so they limited restroom visits to before the show started and it delayed the start. Rapp's play is brilliant in parts but the topic is useless and meaningless. The characters werent particular likeable so you dont care about them.
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Thursday, September 27, 2007
Tuesday, September 25, 2007
Chuck
Every Monday- Thursday, i say hello to a tall man who works at the Hotel on 28th street. You wouldnt know it was hotel but a few months ago, i spotted Chuck with his gold name tag, helping tourists, so i began to say hello...
Today, Chuck stopped me and told me my shoe was untied. He bent down and tied my laces and then tied the other one....
I thought......Bob Dylan.....Tangled up in Blue...
This is actually the second time that a man bent down to tie my shoe....
thanks Chuck and mr dylan
Today, Chuck stopped me and told me my shoe was untied. He bent down and tied my laces and then tied the other one....
I thought......Bob Dylan.....Tangled up in Blue...
This is actually the second time that a man bent down to tie my shoe....
thanks Chuck and mr dylan
Capricorn Horoscope for week of September 27, 2007
Capricorn Horoscope for week of September 27, 2007
Verticle Oracle card Capricorn (December 22-January 19)
Washington, D.C.'s most renowned vagrant never begs for money. Instead, he hangs around the streets all day and doles out praise and flattery to passers-by. He calls himself Compliment Man. "Those are beautiful shoes you're wearing," he may say as you walk by, or "The two of you look great together" if you're with a friend. In accordance with the astrological omens, Capricorn, your assignment is to be inspired by the Compliment Man in two ways. First, dramatically increase the blessings you bestow and the admiration you express; be a fount of felicitations. Second, expand your capacity for attracting and gracefully accepting compliments. Make yourself fully available, in every way you can imagine, to receive approval and applause. (P.S. I think you'll find that carrying out task #1 will make task #2 occur quite naturally.)
Verticle Oracle card Capricorn (December 22-January 19)
Washington, D.C.'s most renowned vagrant never begs for money. Instead, he hangs around the streets all day and doles out praise and flattery to passers-by. He calls himself Compliment Man. "Those are beautiful shoes you're wearing," he may say as you walk by, or "The two of you look great together" if you're with a friend. In accordance with the astrological omens, Capricorn, your assignment is to be inspired by the Compliment Man in two ways. First, dramatically increase the blessings you bestow and the admiration you express; be a fount of felicitations. Second, expand your capacity for attracting and gracefully accepting compliments. Make yourself fully available, in every way you can imagine, to receive approval and applause. (P.S. I think you'll find that carrying out task #1 will make task #2 occur quite naturally.)
Joni Mitchell releases CD with a listening party at Starbucks
LOS ANGELES, September 21, 2007– On September 25, Starbucks (Nasdaq: SBUX) will host an intimate “Lunch and Listen” event to celebrate Joni Mitchell’s Hear Music release “Shine.” From 11:00 AM to 2:00 PM, more than 6,500 Starbucks stores in the U.S. and Canada will participate in the event by playing “Shine” along with a retrospective of classics which have made Mitchell one of the most beloved singer/songwriters of our time.
“‘Lunch and Listen’ gets to the heart of the connection between Starbucks customers and music,” says Ken Lombard, president of Starbucks Entertainment who also oversees Hear Music. “We’re very proud of this record and on September 25, Mitchell’s timeless resonance will be felt in a very profound way.”
“‘Lunch and Listen’ gets to the heart of the connection between Starbucks customers and music,” says Ken Lombard, president of Starbucks Entertainment who also oversees Hear Music. “We’re very proud of this record and on September 25, Mitchell’s timeless resonance will be felt in a very profound way.”
Saturday, September 22, 2007

About Garden in Transit
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Garden in Transit may be the most ambitious community collaboration and public art project in New York City history.
As part of this groundbreaking motivational art, education, and creative therapy project, thousands of kids in schools, hospitals, and community institutions are painting vibrant flowers -- symbolizing joy, life, beauty, and inspiration -- on adhesive weatherproof panels that will be applied to the hoods, trunks and/or roofs of thousands of New York City taxis. Beginning in September 2007 and until year's end, New York City will be visually transformed, as the ubiquitous yellow icon becomes a mobile artistic canvas or -- "Garden in Transit."
Quick Facts
23,000+ people have participated in Garden in Transit.
90% of participants are from NYC public schools, hospitals and youth programs.
200+ NYC area schools and hospitals are involved.
Youth in New Jersey, Pennsylvania, California, Georgia, and Ohio have also participated.
750,000 square feet of floral panels have been painted for the taxis, including 80,000 flowers
Using our 1" brushes as a base, the GIT participants have painted the equivalent of a 1" straight line from NYC to Vail, Colorado, a distance of more than 1,700 miles .
Hundreds of schools, hospitals and after-school programs throughout the City and beyond are participating in Garden in Transit. And thousands of adults are volunteering to lend a hand for what Mayor Bloomberg describes as a "mammoth, once-in-a-lifetime effort." When complete, the project will be a tangible lesson in the power of teamwork and collaboration.
Come September, the taxi will serve as an inspiring tribute to the capacity of kids to achieve the spectacular and millions around the city, nation and world will celebrate their achievement.
To be sure, Garden in Transit will culminate in an unprecedented exhibition, yet the project involves much, much more.
Through their participation in Garden in Transit, thousands of kids of all ages participate in educational sessions in which they learn about, discuss, and express themselves about important current affairs, community issues, individual and social responsibilities, goals and achievements, and -- the power of teamwork.
In school sessions, participating kids integrate their writing, oral and visual presentation skills to express themselves about those individual and societal issues most important to them. As a group, the students evaluate the importance of 14 contemporary issues inclusive of: the environment, education, senior care, national security, ethnic relations, healthcare, women's equality, medical research, foreign aid, poverty, and animal rights. The students then design small-scale taxis representing those issues they would choose to be a vehicle for. The larger art collaboration -- painting the taxi panels -- is a group effort intended, in part, to demonstrate what people cooperating together are able to accomplish.
For children in hospitals, the project serves as creative therapy. Children of all ages and medical and physical conditions, have the opportunity to participate with family members, visitors, medical staffs, and hospital and project volunteers. Specialized Portraits of Hope brushes and painting methods have been incorporated including telescope paint brushes for children and adults with IVs or in wheelchairs, shoe brushes for children with injured upper limbs or who cannot manipulate a brush in their hands, and flavored mouth brushes for those who paint with their mouths. Bedside visits are made to make sure that any child who wishes to participate is able to do so.
Ed Massey and Bernie Massey founded Portraits of Hope in 1995, continuing their utilization of art and poignant visual imagery for large-scale projects of social consequence. The idea for Garden in Transit goes back to 2000 when Ed and Bernie began the drive to make Garden in Transit a reality.
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Mayor Bloomberg on Garden in Transit:
Mayor Bloomberg
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"Think of this as a great opportunity to give thousands of kids -- many of them sick and disabled -- the thrill and pride of creating something that will travel the city streets and be seen by millions. For the thousands of people who take part, Garden in Transit promises to be a once-in-a-lifetime event, as one of New York's most enduring symbols is turned into a colorful canvas."
"Last year we saw just how powerful a concept this could be when the artist Christo and Jeanne-Claude transformed another one of our most famous icons, Central Park, with thousands of saffron gates. I have no doubt that Garden in Transit will do the same for yellow that The Gates did for saffron."
"There are a number of groups who have worked to get this mammoth effort off the ground. It was Portraits of Hope that first approached the city with this idea. With Garden in Transit they are bringing their message of compassion, public art, community involvement, and healing to all New Yorkers."
"They say that the best art moves you, well this art will really move you."
TLC Commissioner Chair Matthew Daus comments
TLC Chairman Matt Daus
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"As announced by Mayor Michael Bloomberg several months ago, Garden in Transit (GIT) is an unbeatable combination of taxicabs, kids, volunteers, and the powerful medium of public art."
"In brief, the Mayor’s Volunteer Center and Portraits of Hope (GIT’s parent organization) will oversee the painting, by thousands of New York City school children, of beautifully colorful floral panels that, starting in the fall of 2007 will be installed on many thousands of New York taxicabs for all the world to see and enjoy. I was privileged to participate in the GIT’s kick-off event at IS 291 in Bushwick, Brooklyn this week, and believe more strongly than ever that we are working together on a truly worthwhile and memorable effort that is history in the making."
"I’m happy to report that the Garden in Transit kick-off events held at schools in each of the five boroughs have gone terrifically well thanks to close coordination between the parent organization Portraits of Hope, the Mayor’s Volunteer Center and the TLC. So now the work has begun in earnest to hopefully see every taxicab in New York City transformed into a moving garden by this time next year, highlighting the artistic creativity of our children, and accomplishing one of the most ambitious public art projects ever conceived."
Wednesday, September 19, 2007
revolutionaries come in many forms
Alice Waters, at the Union Square Greenmarket, wants to bring her message to novice cooks.
By KIM SEVERSON
Published: September 19, 2007
WHEN Alice Waters is coming over to cook lunch, the first thing you do is look around your house and think, I live in a dump.
Then you take an inventory of the pantry. The bottles of Greek and Portuguese olive oil, once a point of pride, suddenly seem inadequate. And should you hide the box of Kellogg’s Raisin Bran and jettison those two cans of Diet Pepsi?
At the end of the afternoon, when the last peach was peeled and my kitchen was stacked with dirty pots, it didn’t really matter. Ms. Waters was either too polite or too distracted to mention what was in my cupboard. It turns out she travels with her own olive oil, anyway. And homemade vinegar. And salt-packed capers.
Ms. Waters had agreed to spend a hot September day shopping with me at the Union Square Greenmarket and schlepping back to my first-floor apartment in brownstone Brooklyn to make lunch.
The book is more to Ms. Waters than an instructional guide. It is her attempt, through recipes, to save the American food supply. She wrote it because she still believes a plate of delicious food can change everything.
“We’re trying to educate young people and show them how to use that lens of ingredients as a way to change their lives,” she said. “Otherwise, it would be just another cookbook.”
The book is Ms. Waters’s ninth since she started Chez Panisse restaurant in Berkeley, Calif., 36 years ago. Unlike the others, the new book does not use the name of the restaurant. It reads more like an organic “Joy of Cooking,” designed to instruct novices on how to make a perfect vinaigrette but also intended to be as essential to experienced cooks as the final Harry Potter installment was to 12-year-olds.
“Food can be very transformational and it can be more than just about a dish,” she said. “That’s what happened to me when I first went to France. I fell in love. And if you fall in love, well, then everything is easy.”
(Currently, Ms. Waters is not in love, though she longs for “a good pal to be in the world with.”)
By all measures, Ms. Waters should be relaxing at this point in her life. She is 63. She has held court with princes and presidents. A year ago, with some prodding from her partners at the restaurant, she pulled back from the daily work at Chez Panisse. Now she is trying to become better at leveraging her role as the high priestess of the local, sustainable food revolution.
Although she is enthusiastically mocked in some circles for the impossible goals she articulates in a wispy cadence, chefs who once sniffed that her methods were more about shopping than cooking now agree that the heart of great food is selecting the best ingredients.
So why does Ms. Waters still seem so restless, so unsatisfied, so unrelentingly demanding that she can’t show up at someone’s house and trust that they might have the right olive oil?
Because true, radical change — a country full of people who eat food that is good for them, good for the people who grow it and good for the earth — is simply not coming fast enough.
She is dismayed by the presidential candidates and said she has vowed not to vote for anyone who does not talk about the awful state of the food system.
Her pioneering Edible Schoolyard project, in which schoolchildren grow their own lunch and teachers use gardens for science lessons and recipes for social studies, is thriving in Berkeley, has been planted in New Orleans and may expand to Pittsburgh and Brooklyn. But in more than a decade the concept has not permeated the nation’s thinking on education.
Although many school districts are trying to improve the food they offer, the results have been unsatisfying, she said. It’s useless to coat frozen chicken nuggets with whole-wheat bread crumbs and fill vending machines with diet soda. Only a complete and radical reform will do, and it must be led by the president of the United States.
“These are little Band-Aids,” she said. “The whole body is bleeding and we must stop it. We simply must.”
A revolution in how we eat means respecting food and the people who produce it, she said. In her world, every aspect of this revolution, be it related to agricultural policy, the environment or obesity, must begin with a plate of lovely, locally produced food and work backward from there.
She’s also concerned about whether the Slow Food organization, which began with protests of a McDonald’s in Rome, will ever become as influential here as it has been in Europe. Although she has helped the United States organization grow to 171 chapters since its inception in 2000, she would like Slow Food and the concept of eco-gastronomy to be as much a part of the political discussion as foreign policy.
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With the food from the Union Square Greenmarket she made a compote of fruit.
Earlier this year Ms. Waters announced an ambitious gathering called Slow Food Nation, planned for next May in San Francisco. She wanted it to be the Woodstock of food, drawing people from around the country. Slow Foodies would erect architect-designed street restaurants and green kitchens serving low-cost food. There would be a film festival and, if all went well, the dedication of a wholesale sustainable farmers’ market on a city pier.
Much of the work of raising the estimated $5 million budget fell to Ms. Waters, who is not great at it. And like many of her visions, it ran up against the reality-based system under which much of the world operates. So, earlier this month, the Slow Food organization decided to do a little less.
“We all looked at each other and said, Why don’t we just do a picnic?” Ms. Waters said.
That kind of compromise — a word she hates — is rare.
“I am an optimist of the first order,” she said. “I just got dipped in Berkeley in 1964 and I believe.” Of course, now she envisions a national picnic, maybe, with a blanket that stretches across the country. (The Slow Food organizers who will be doing the work are scheduled to meet this week to determine exactly what the public event will look like.)
Ruth Reichl, the editor of Gourmet, said the remarkable thing about Alice Waters is that she simply doesn’t stop: “She’s relentless in that way revolutionaries are.”
Ms. Waters’s biggest flaw, Ms. Reichl said, is that she doesn’t always take advantage of her strength and that she still operates in an old-fashioned, Berkeley kind of way. For example, Ms. Waters wants Farm Aid to hold a concert in San Francisco, working with Slow Food. To help make that happen, she mailed a handwritten note to Willie Nelson’s wife, Annie.
“She is a major power who still operates in a lovely, minor way,” Ms. Reichl said.
Which is probably why she was in my kitchen, stumping for her book like a first-time author.
The book is deceptively simple. As she writes, “Good cooking is no mystery.” Most recipes seem to be built on salt, black pepper, olive oil, fresh herbs and garlic. But they have to be specific kinds, like chunky gray sea salt for boiling water. “If you are not buying the right ingredients, this is going to taste like any other food,” she said.
The attention to detail is maddening and enlightening. She offers lovely notes on cooking eggs, and her passage on serving fruit for dessert is so thoughtful and useful it reads like gospel. She devotes a page and a half to making bread crumbs properly.
But in parts of the book she veers past purity to madness. Halfway into a recipe for gazpacho, while soaking ancho chili, grating tomatoes and mashing it all in a mortar and pestle, you start to look at the blender with longing.
Ms. Waters doesn’t like machines much, although she is partial to the toaster oven. She doesn’t use a computer and has only cursory knowledge of her cellphone. She wrote the book largely by dictating her notes to Fritz Streiff, her longtime co-writer, and collaborated with Kelsie Kerr, who has cooked at Chez Panisse, and Patricia Curtan, who also illustrated the book.
But she knows almost all the recipes by heart, which made it easy to figure out lunch.
Walking through the Greenmarket with her is an exercise in excess. She has never met a fresh herb she didn’t like, and I still have plenty of hyssop in my refrigerator to prove it.
Her good friend Doug Hamilton, a film director and producer, came along to help carry our reusable cloth shopping bags. He was a godsend. When you visit farmers with Alice Waters, you come home with a lot of stuff.
Farmers kept trying to give her baskets of food, but she insisted on paying because she believes contributing money to family farmers is a moral obligation. (In this case, The New York Times paid for everything.)
Alice Waters responds to readers' comments about Farm Aid in her first blog post.
People literally started shaking when they realized they were shopping next to Alice Waters. When she offered to visit the Queen’s Hideaway, a homestyle restaurant in Greenpoint, Brooklyn, the owner, Liza Queen, waved her off, already nervous at the thought of it.
“Please don’t,” Ms. Queen said. “If you come in, we’d probably lose it.”
Back at my place Ms. Waters insisted we unpack and spread out everything on the dining room table, to take stock of what we had and to make a plan. It took almost every dish, basket and bowl I had.
Ms. Waters just sat with it all for a while. When things become discouraging, she said, she dreams of escaping to Sicily to sell produce from a little table that might look just like this one. Then she called her daughter, Fanny Singer, to tell her how pretty it all looked.
Once that was over, we got down to cooking.
Ms. Waters may not call herself a chef, but the girl can cook. She quickly pared small, late-summer artichokes and braised them in olive oil, thyme and water. She simmered sausage-shaped La Ratte potatoes and blanched three kinds of beans.
She threw the eggs into a strainer, then submerged them in the blanching pot, timing it so beautifully that the yolks just barely hung together when we sliced them open.
We warmed some olives with chili, olive oil and garlic while she got busy whisking her own personal stash of olive oil into what would become the centerpiece of the meal, an aioli made with garlic she smashed with salt in my mortar and pestle.
Truthfully, she’s a little messy in the kitchen. She’s firm, too. She chastised me for not having a spider to dip out the blanched vegetables. And she made me start a compost bucket, even though I have precious little dirt around my patio and a continuing battle with thuglike squirrels.
What ended up on the table was a platter of vegetables and eggs with heirloom tomatoes she deemed way too watery, all to be dipped into a big bowl of that glimmering green aioli. We heated some olive bread in the toaster oven and brought out a little plate of lemon cucumbers Mr. Hamilton had cut up.
It was a simple and beautiful thing.
Then she got up, sliced some peaches into a bowl with perfect late-season strawberries and blueberries she said reminded her of times she spent as a child in Maine. Over it all, she poured a syrup made by cooking down sugar, water and golden raspberries.
It was a hot day, so we headed into the air-conditioning to drink lemon verbena and mint tisane. She was sweaty, splattered and, she told me, quite happy to have been surrounded by good food all day. Because that’s how change starts.
“This kind of little gathering in the backyard is what reinforces our dedication,” she said. “That we can do something simply and easily with an unlikely group of people and all be in the same place because of the food on the table is how it happens.”
Her literary agent and her book editor eventually picked her up. I went to the back porch, ignored my urge to crack open a Diet Pepsi, and tried to figure out where I was going to put the compost pile.
By KIM SEVERSON
Published: September 19, 2007
WHEN Alice Waters is coming over to cook lunch, the first thing you do is look around your house and think, I live in a dump.
Then you take an inventory of the pantry. The bottles of Greek and Portuguese olive oil, once a point of pride, suddenly seem inadequate. And should you hide the box of Kellogg’s Raisin Bran and jettison those two cans of Diet Pepsi?
At the end of the afternoon, when the last peach was peeled and my kitchen was stacked with dirty pots, it didn’t really matter. Ms. Waters was either too polite or too distracted to mention what was in my cupboard. It turns out she travels with her own olive oil, anyway. And homemade vinegar. And salt-packed capers.
Ms. Waters had agreed to spend a hot September day shopping with me at the Union Square Greenmarket and schlepping back to my first-floor apartment in brownstone Brooklyn to make lunch.
The book is more to Ms. Waters than an instructional guide. It is her attempt, through recipes, to save the American food supply. She wrote it because she still believes a plate of delicious food can change everything.
“We’re trying to educate young people and show them how to use that lens of ingredients as a way to change their lives,” she said. “Otherwise, it would be just another cookbook.”
The book is Ms. Waters’s ninth since she started Chez Panisse restaurant in Berkeley, Calif., 36 years ago. Unlike the others, the new book does not use the name of the restaurant. It reads more like an organic “Joy of Cooking,” designed to instruct novices on how to make a perfect vinaigrette but also intended to be as essential to experienced cooks as the final Harry Potter installment was to 12-year-olds.
“Food can be very transformational and it can be more than just about a dish,” she said. “That’s what happened to me when I first went to France. I fell in love. And if you fall in love, well, then everything is easy.”
(Currently, Ms. Waters is not in love, though she longs for “a good pal to be in the world with.”)
By all measures, Ms. Waters should be relaxing at this point in her life. She is 63. She has held court with princes and presidents. A year ago, with some prodding from her partners at the restaurant, she pulled back from the daily work at Chez Panisse. Now she is trying to become better at leveraging her role as the high priestess of the local, sustainable food revolution.
Although she is enthusiastically mocked in some circles for the impossible goals she articulates in a wispy cadence, chefs who once sniffed that her methods were more about shopping than cooking now agree that the heart of great food is selecting the best ingredients.
So why does Ms. Waters still seem so restless, so unsatisfied, so unrelentingly demanding that she can’t show up at someone’s house and trust that they might have the right olive oil?
Because true, radical change — a country full of people who eat food that is good for them, good for the people who grow it and good for the earth — is simply not coming fast enough.
She is dismayed by the presidential candidates and said she has vowed not to vote for anyone who does not talk about the awful state of the food system.
Her pioneering Edible Schoolyard project, in which schoolchildren grow their own lunch and teachers use gardens for science lessons and recipes for social studies, is thriving in Berkeley, has been planted in New Orleans and may expand to Pittsburgh and Brooklyn. But in more than a decade the concept has not permeated the nation’s thinking on education.
Although many school districts are trying to improve the food they offer, the results have been unsatisfying, she said. It’s useless to coat frozen chicken nuggets with whole-wheat bread crumbs and fill vending machines with diet soda. Only a complete and radical reform will do, and it must be led by the president of the United States.
“These are little Band-Aids,” she said. “The whole body is bleeding and we must stop it. We simply must.”
A revolution in how we eat means respecting food and the people who produce it, she said. In her world, every aspect of this revolution, be it related to agricultural policy, the environment or obesity, must begin with a plate of lovely, locally produced food and work backward from there.
She’s also concerned about whether the Slow Food organization, which began with protests of a McDonald’s in Rome, will ever become as influential here as it has been in Europe. Although she has helped the United States organization grow to 171 chapters since its inception in 2000, she would like Slow Food and the concept of eco-gastronomy to be as much a part of the political discussion as foreign policy.
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With the food from the Union Square Greenmarket she made a compote of fruit.
Earlier this year Ms. Waters announced an ambitious gathering called Slow Food Nation, planned for next May in San Francisco. She wanted it to be the Woodstock of food, drawing people from around the country. Slow Foodies would erect architect-designed street restaurants and green kitchens serving low-cost food. There would be a film festival and, if all went well, the dedication of a wholesale sustainable farmers’ market on a city pier.
Much of the work of raising the estimated $5 million budget fell to Ms. Waters, who is not great at it. And like many of her visions, it ran up against the reality-based system under which much of the world operates. So, earlier this month, the Slow Food organization decided to do a little less.
“We all looked at each other and said, Why don’t we just do a picnic?” Ms. Waters said.
That kind of compromise — a word she hates — is rare.
“I am an optimist of the first order,” she said. “I just got dipped in Berkeley in 1964 and I believe.” Of course, now she envisions a national picnic, maybe, with a blanket that stretches across the country. (The Slow Food organizers who will be doing the work are scheduled to meet this week to determine exactly what the public event will look like.)
Ruth Reichl, the editor of Gourmet, said the remarkable thing about Alice Waters is that she simply doesn’t stop: “She’s relentless in that way revolutionaries are.”
Ms. Waters’s biggest flaw, Ms. Reichl said, is that she doesn’t always take advantage of her strength and that she still operates in an old-fashioned, Berkeley kind of way. For example, Ms. Waters wants Farm Aid to hold a concert in San Francisco, working with Slow Food. To help make that happen, she mailed a handwritten note to Willie Nelson’s wife, Annie.
“She is a major power who still operates in a lovely, minor way,” Ms. Reichl said.
Which is probably why she was in my kitchen, stumping for her book like a first-time author.
The book is deceptively simple. As she writes, “Good cooking is no mystery.” Most recipes seem to be built on salt, black pepper, olive oil, fresh herbs and garlic. But they have to be specific kinds, like chunky gray sea salt for boiling water. “If you are not buying the right ingredients, this is going to taste like any other food,” she said.
The attention to detail is maddening and enlightening. She offers lovely notes on cooking eggs, and her passage on serving fruit for dessert is so thoughtful and useful it reads like gospel. She devotes a page and a half to making bread crumbs properly.
But in parts of the book she veers past purity to madness. Halfway into a recipe for gazpacho, while soaking ancho chili, grating tomatoes and mashing it all in a mortar and pestle, you start to look at the blender with longing.
Ms. Waters doesn’t like machines much, although she is partial to the toaster oven. She doesn’t use a computer and has only cursory knowledge of her cellphone. She wrote the book largely by dictating her notes to Fritz Streiff, her longtime co-writer, and collaborated with Kelsie Kerr, who has cooked at Chez Panisse, and Patricia Curtan, who also illustrated the book.
But she knows almost all the recipes by heart, which made it easy to figure out lunch.
Walking through the Greenmarket with her is an exercise in excess. She has never met a fresh herb she didn’t like, and I still have plenty of hyssop in my refrigerator to prove it.
Her good friend Doug Hamilton, a film director and producer, came along to help carry our reusable cloth shopping bags. He was a godsend. When you visit farmers with Alice Waters, you come home with a lot of stuff.
Farmers kept trying to give her baskets of food, but she insisted on paying because she believes contributing money to family farmers is a moral obligation. (In this case, The New York Times paid for everything.)
Alice Waters responds to readers' comments about Farm Aid in her first blog post.
People literally started shaking when they realized they were shopping next to Alice Waters. When she offered to visit the Queen’s Hideaway, a homestyle restaurant in Greenpoint, Brooklyn, the owner, Liza Queen, waved her off, already nervous at the thought of it.
“Please don’t,” Ms. Queen said. “If you come in, we’d probably lose it.”
Back at my place Ms. Waters insisted we unpack and spread out everything on the dining room table, to take stock of what we had and to make a plan. It took almost every dish, basket and bowl I had.
Ms. Waters just sat with it all for a while. When things become discouraging, she said, she dreams of escaping to Sicily to sell produce from a little table that might look just like this one. Then she called her daughter, Fanny Singer, to tell her how pretty it all looked.
Once that was over, we got down to cooking.
Ms. Waters may not call herself a chef, but the girl can cook. She quickly pared small, late-summer artichokes and braised them in olive oil, thyme and water. She simmered sausage-shaped La Ratte potatoes and blanched three kinds of beans.
She threw the eggs into a strainer, then submerged them in the blanching pot, timing it so beautifully that the yolks just barely hung together when we sliced them open.
We warmed some olives with chili, olive oil and garlic while she got busy whisking her own personal stash of olive oil into what would become the centerpiece of the meal, an aioli made with garlic she smashed with salt in my mortar and pestle.
Truthfully, she’s a little messy in the kitchen. She’s firm, too. She chastised me for not having a spider to dip out the blanched vegetables. And she made me start a compost bucket, even though I have precious little dirt around my patio and a continuing battle with thuglike squirrels.
What ended up on the table was a platter of vegetables and eggs with heirloom tomatoes she deemed way too watery, all to be dipped into a big bowl of that glimmering green aioli. We heated some olive bread in the toaster oven and brought out a little plate of lemon cucumbers Mr. Hamilton had cut up.
It was a simple and beautiful thing.
Then she got up, sliced some peaches into a bowl with perfect late-season strawberries and blueberries she said reminded her of times she spent as a child in Maine. Over it all, she poured a syrup made by cooking down sugar, water and golden raspberries.
It was a hot day, so we headed into the air-conditioning to drink lemon verbena and mint tisane. She was sweaty, splattered and, she told me, quite happy to have been surrounded by good food all day. Because that’s how change starts.
“This kind of little gathering in the backyard is what reinforces our dedication,” she said. “That we can do something simply and easily with an unlikely group of people and all be in the same place because of the food on the table is how it happens.”
Her literary agent and her book editor eventually picked her up. I went to the back porch, ignored my urge to crack open a Diet Pepsi, and tried to figure out where I was going to put the compost pile.
Capricorn Horoscope for week of September 20, 2007
Capricorn Horoscope for week of September 20, 2007
Verticle Oracle card Capricorn (December 22-January 19)
Three hundred years ago, a Miwok Indian family slept on the land where my home now stands. I salute them. I celebrate them with a sense of wonder and curiosity. Three hundred years from tonight, who knows what will be here? A Chinese mosque? An android research facility? A polyglot, polyamorous, multicultural commune? Whoever may be here then, I salute them. I celebrate them with wonder and curiosity. In accordance with your omens, Capricorn, I urge you to use what I just did as a starting point for an extended meditation. Gaze both backwards and forwards in time with a spirit of playful reverence. Spur your imagination to fantasize about the people who have preceded you and who will follow you. Feel the way your destiny has been blessed by the past, and think about how your life will bless the future.
Verticle Oracle card Capricorn (December 22-January 19)
Three hundred years ago, a Miwok Indian family slept on the land where my home now stands. I salute them. I celebrate them with a sense of wonder and curiosity. Three hundred years from tonight, who knows what will be here? A Chinese mosque? An android research facility? A polyglot, polyamorous, multicultural commune? Whoever may be here then, I salute them. I celebrate them with wonder and curiosity. In accordance with your omens, Capricorn, I urge you to use what I just did as a starting point for an extended meditation. Gaze both backwards and forwards in time with a spirit of playful reverence. Spur your imagination to fantasize about the people who have preceded you and who will follow you. Feel the way your destiny has been blessed by the past, and think about how your life will bless the future.
Monday, September 17, 2007
The Big Girls Susanna Moore
This was not an easy book,” Moore, 60, says from her Manhattan apartment. “I’m asking you to love this woman who has killed her children.” Amazingly, she succeeds. With its startling insights and gorgeous prose, The Big Girls is her best novel yet.
Set in an upstate New York prison, the story is told in four voices: Helen, serving a life sentence for murdering her kids; her psychiatrist, Dr. Louise Forrest, a recently divorced mother and a bit of a mess herself; Ike Bradshaw, a corrections officer; and Angie Mills, an ambitious L.A. actor. Their stories shift and collide like tectonic plates, exposing their yearnings and regrets, and the primal fury that exists within families.
The novel is also a devastating portrayal of prison life. After finishing her first draft, Moore spent an edifying year teaching at a Brooklyn correctional facility: “They have this elaborate, complex, subtle, delicate, passionate world of all women, in which family relationships are mimicked,” she says. Moore marvelously captures those intricate social hierarchies, and fearlessly examines the criminal-justice system. She also takes a hard look at how society deals (or doesn’t) with mental health issues.
But above all, Moore wanted to write about being a mother, an experience inherently marked by ambivalence and volatility. “When my daughter realized that the story was about a woman who kills her children, she was really interested, in a charming way,” Moore says, laughing. “Not angry, just very interested.”—Carmela Ciuraru
The prison setting makes this an intense read, but Moore’s skill at making troubled characters appealing pulls her novel out of the depths.
Set in an upstate New York prison, the story is told in four voices: Helen, serving a life sentence for murdering her kids; her psychiatrist, Dr. Louise Forrest, a recently divorced mother and a bit of a mess herself; Ike Bradshaw, a corrections officer; and Angie Mills, an ambitious L.A. actor. Their stories shift and collide like tectonic plates, exposing their yearnings and regrets, and the primal fury that exists within families.
The novel is also a devastating portrayal of prison life. After finishing her first draft, Moore spent an edifying year teaching at a Brooklyn correctional facility: “They have this elaborate, complex, subtle, delicate, passionate world of all women, in which family relationships are mimicked,” she says. Moore marvelously captures those intricate social hierarchies, and fearlessly examines the criminal-justice system. She also takes a hard look at how society deals (or doesn’t) with mental health issues.
But above all, Moore wanted to write about being a mother, an experience inherently marked by ambivalence and volatility. “When my daughter realized that the story was about a woman who kills her children, she was really interested, in a charming way,” Moore says, laughing. “Not angry, just very interested.”—Carmela Ciuraru
The prison setting makes this an intense read, but Moore’s skill at making troubled characters appealing pulls her novel out of the depths.
brooklyn Book Festival
Sunday, I went to the Brooklyn Book Festival and walked around. My original plan was to get there about 11 but i ended up getting there around Noon... I spent the majority of the day listening to the Panels. Each were interesting and informative.
By chance, i got a ticket to see Francine Prose and AM HOMES who talked about syncronity and coincidences. AM Homes talked about her latest book "the Mistresses daughter" about her adoption and her birth parents finding her.
I also got to talk to Susanna Moore about her book " Big Girls" written from the view of a young psychiatrist working with women in prison. Susanna has started a writing group at Rikers for prisons. We stood and talking about secondary trauma and absorbing the stories the woman have to tell..
I also spoke with Dominic Carter about his book. NO MOMMA's boy where he discloses his own sexual abuse by his mother.
the weather was a grand fall day and i walked up to 7th ave to get the train home
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1:00 p.m. REALITY & THE WAR ON TERROR.
Three leading commentators report from different fronts in the war on terror: Rajiv Chandrasekaran assesses Iraq, Christian Parenti discusses Afghanistan, and Moustafa Bayoumi focuses on Arab-Americans in the U.S. Moderated by Laura Flanders.
2:00 p.m. HONOR & JUSTICE.
Authors whose fiction provokes moral dilemmas and challenges our basic notions of human justice: Chris Abani, Pete Hamill and Susanna Moore. Introduced by Lance Fensterman, Executive Director of Book Expo America.
4:00 p.m. A.M. HOMES IN CONVERSATION WITH FRANCINE PROSE.
Award-winning authors A.M. Homes and Francine Prose read from their latest works, The Mistress's Daughter and Reading Like a Writer, and discuss the overlap where memoirs, histories, and novels meet in this conversation presented with Bomb Magazine’s Editor-in-Chief Betsy Sussler.
By chance, i got a ticket to see Francine Prose and AM HOMES who talked about syncronity and coincidences. AM Homes talked about her latest book "the Mistresses daughter" about her adoption and her birth parents finding her.
I also got to talk to Susanna Moore about her book " Big Girls" written from the view of a young psychiatrist working with women in prison. Susanna has started a writing group at Rikers for prisons. We stood and talking about secondary trauma and absorbing the stories the woman have to tell..
I also spoke with Dominic Carter about his book. NO MOMMA's boy where he discloses his own sexual abuse by his mother.
the weather was a grand fall day and i walked up to 7th ave to get the train home
_______________
1:00 p.m. REALITY & THE WAR ON TERROR.
Three leading commentators report from different fronts in the war on terror: Rajiv Chandrasekaran assesses Iraq, Christian Parenti discusses Afghanistan, and Moustafa Bayoumi focuses on Arab-Americans in the U.S. Moderated by Laura Flanders.
2:00 p.m. HONOR & JUSTICE.
Authors whose fiction provokes moral dilemmas and challenges our basic notions of human justice: Chris Abani, Pete Hamill and Susanna Moore. Introduced by Lance Fensterman, Executive Director of Book Expo America.
4:00 p.m. A.M. HOMES IN CONVERSATION WITH FRANCINE PROSE.
Award-winning authors A.M. Homes and Francine Prose read from their latest works, The Mistress's Daughter and Reading Like a Writer, and discuss the overlap where memoirs, histories, and novels meet in this conversation presented with Bomb Magazine’s Editor-in-Chief Betsy Sussler.
Friday, September 14, 2007
the commuter train
The Train
(Words & Music by Suzzy Roche)
I sit down on the train
with my big pocketbook
the guitar and a sugar-free drink
I wipe the sweat off of my brow
with the side of my arm
and take off all that I can
I am trying not to have a bad day
everybody knows the way that is
Even though my baggage and I
are using up a two person seat
I'm not trying to be funny
but the guy who sits down next to me
is even bigger than that
we are overflowing out of the seat
I can't look at him
he doesn't look at me
Once you step on
you might never get off
of the commuter train
it doesn't go very far away
but just the same
it s a trip and a half
My face is pressed up
against the window
and through it I can see
the reflection of the train
I spy on the big guy
sitting next to me
he's drinking two beers
and reading the New York Post
trying not to get in my way
everybody knows the kind of day that is
He is miserable
I am miserable
we are miserable
can't we have a party
would he rather have a party
after all we have to sit here
and he's even drinking a beer
I want to ask him what's his name
but I can't cause I'm so afraid
of the man on the train
Copyright 1979 DeShufflin Inc.
(Words & Music by Suzzy Roche)
I sit down on the train
with my big pocketbook
the guitar and a sugar-free drink
I wipe the sweat off of my brow
with the side of my arm
and take off all that I can
I am trying not to have a bad day
everybody knows the way that is
Even though my baggage and I
are using up a two person seat
I'm not trying to be funny
but the guy who sits down next to me
is even bigger than that
we are overflowing out of the seat
I can't look at him
he doesn't look at me
Once you step on
you might never get off
of the commuter train
it doesn't go very far away
but just the same
it s a trip and a half
My face is pressed up
against the window
and through it I can see
the reflection of the train
I spy on the big guy
sitting next to me
he's drinking two beers
and reading the New York Post
trying not to get in my way
everybody knows the kind of day that is
He is miserable
I am miserable
we are miserable
can't we have a party
would he rather have a party
after all we have to sit here
and he's even drinking a beer
I want to ask him what's his name
but I can't cause I'm so afraid
of the man on the train
Copyright 1979 DeShufflin Inc.
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