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phthalombrageLa vie continue.
Yesterday was a shitload of dance. I am still unsure of my status in the pillow project as a company, so I'm not going to say anything about it. I am at least an affiliate of the company. And I am in one of the pieces so far, and will be in at least one more. I hope I get to do more than that, but we'll see. Casting decisions will be up on their myspace callboard. (oh god, myspace callboard? All you cmu nerds will appreciate that I had to explain twitter to her the other day.)
Their show is in October in their space upstairs of Construction Junction. It runs three weeks, but seating in each show is limited to fifty spectators. It's a dystopian show, a fusion of dance and multimedia (video and projection, mostly), entitled twenty eighty-four and set entirely to radiohead (varying albums), although I think PJ might throw in some of his percussion between numbers. As is fitting for a show dystopian in nature, rehearsals will start to eat my life in September and crush me in October. Yay!
Second Saturday approaches. I won't be performing, but it's fun to go to. I posted about it before. The August Second Saturday is supposed to have more guest artists than ever before! It will probably be best to go later in the evening due to the space's limitation of fifty guests at a time, but I'd like to go with more friends this time.
Sadly, I missed out on swing dancing this week, but that's more recreational than any other dance I do. Who needs to do things just for fun?
Yesterday Chris and I biked in Schenley, and it was pretty awesome. The trails were a breeze to ride downhill, but not too steep on the way up, and very green. Chris saw a ruddy deer, but at the time I was concentrating on not dying, looking at the gravelly path in front of me and trying to avoid ruts. I'd never actually been on the trails, but now that I have, I'd like to go back. Brings back childhood memories of camping trips and the sketchy trails behind my neighborhood. Bonus points for much reduced danger of snakes than I am used to!
Today was food adventures:
I was trying to think of a way to get myself to eat green beans. They came with my other vegetables, and I will eat them, but not in isolation. I successfully found a recipe that involved them, the dill head I wasn't going to use for picklemaking, the red potatoes I had bought, and the cabbage I had originally mistaken for lettuce (cabbage wraps are awkward if you didn't know to cook the cabbage because you thought it was lettuce and you were making lettuce wraps... true, awkward story)... good stuff. It is a Russian recipe, supposedly. Onion, we added garlic because I like garlic in most everything but sweet breads and vaginas (there are other exceptions, of course), green beans, red potatoes, corn because I keep getting loads of it, cabbage went in with vegetable broth, then we added a mix of heavy cream (chris is afraid of sour cream) and flour with the dill seed pod things, seasoned with salt and pepper, delicious soup! I barely noticed the green beans. I deemed it a great success, but chris' stomach started hurting.
When chris was semi-rehabilitated, we made tartines. I loved them in France, so I bought some chèvre at geagle. Sliced a very crusty baguette (oh geagle, you are so not france), spooned on a mixture of olive oil and herbes de provence (geagle, you labeled it as "herbs de provence"... why?), then sliced the... this is not the chèvre I remember! It was of a uniform crumbly texture, tasting something like richer, aged cream cheese. The chèvre I ate in Angers had a white croûte, had a white, maybe harder cheese center, and an off-white soft spreadable intermediary concentric ring between these first two layers. But whatever, we topped our little toasts-to-be with the cheese and popped them in the oven for an experimental 15 minutes at 375F. Result was oh my god delicious. But huh, I need to check pennmac's chèvre, if they have it.
Yesterday was a shitload of dance. I am still unsure of my status in the pillow project as a company, so I'm not going to say anything about it. I am at least an affiliate of the company. And I am in one of the pieces so far, and will be in at least one more. I hope I get to do more than that, but we'll see. Casting decisions will be up on their myspace callboard. (oh god, myspace callboard? All you cmu nerds will appreciate that I had to explain twitter to her the other day.)
Their show is in October in their space upstairs of Construction Junction. It runs three weeks, but seating in each show is limited to fifty spectators. It's a dystopian show, a fusion of dance and multimedia (video and projection, mostly), entitled twenty eighty-four and set entirely to radiohead (varying albums), although I think PJ might throw in some of his percussion between numbers. As is fitting for a show dystopian in nature, rehearsals will start to eat my life in September and crush me in October. Yay!
Second Saturday approaches. I won't be performing, but it's fun to go to. I posted about it before. The August Second Saturday is supposed to have more guest artists than ever before! It will probably be best to go later in the evening due to the space's limitation of fifty guests at a time, but I'd like to go with more friends this time.
Sadly, I missed out on swing dancing this week, but that's more recreational than any other dance I do. Who needs to do things just for fun?
Yesterday Chris and I biked in Schenley, and it was pretty awesome. The trails were a breeze to ride downhill, but not too steep on the way up, and very green. Chris saw a ruddy deer, but at the time I was concentrating on not dying, looking at the gravelly path in front of me and trying to avoid ruts. I'd never actually been on the trails, but now that I have, I'd like to go back. Brings back childhood memories of camping trips and the sketchy trails behind my neighborhood. Bonus points for much reduced danger of snakes than I am used to!
Today was food adventures:
I was trying to think of a way to get myself to eat green beans. They came with my other vegetables, and I will eat them, but not in isolation. I successfully found a recipe that involved them, the dill head I wasn't going to use for picklemaking, the red potatoes I had bought, and the cabbage I had originally mistaken for lettuce (cabbage wraps are awkward if you didn't know to cook the cabbage because you thought it was lettuce and you were making lettuce wraps... true, awkward story)... good stuff. It is a Russian recipe, supposedly. Onion, we added garlic because I like garlic in most everything but sweet breads and vaginas (there are other exceptions, of course), green beans, red potatoes, corn because I keep getting loads of it, cabbage went in with vegetable broth, then we added a mix of heavy cream (chris is afraid of sour cream) and flour with the dill seed pod things, seasoned with salt and pepper, delicious soup! I barely noticed the green beans. I deemed it a great success, but chris' stomach started hurting.
When chris was semi-rehabilitated, we made tartines. I loved them in France, so I bought some chèvre at geagle. Sliced a very crusty baguette (oh geagle, you are so not france), spooned on a mixture of olive oil and herbes de provence (geagle, you labeled it as "herbs de provence"... why?), then sliced the... this is not the chèvre I remember! It was of a uniform crumbly texture, tasting something like richer, aged cream cheese. The chèvre I ate in Angers had a white croûte, had a white, maybe harder cheese center, and an off-white soft spreadable intermediary concentric ring between these first two layers. But whatever, we topped our little toasts-to-be with the cheese and popped them in the oven for an experimental 15 minutes at 375F. Result was oh my god delicious. But huh, I need to check pennmac's chèvre, if they have it.
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Date: 2008-07-28 04:53 am (UTC)Sour cream hits my gag reflex hard and fast, and it's hard to ignore my body screaming "rotten!".
So I just don't eat it, especially since the taste cuts through most foods.
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Date: 2008-07-28 11:56 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-07-28 04:40 pm (UTC)i haven't tried it yet though. hmm... :)