Wednesday, January 29, 2014

Glass in the Desert

'When we rolled into Phoenix, I was very excited to discover Dale Chihuly had installed an exhibition at the Phoenix Botanical Garden.  I first heard of this artist in the 1980's when Margie (college roommate, dear heart friend) came back from a trip to Seattle raving about 'GLASS'.  At first, I couldn't understand her excitement.  I knew she loved Lalique, and I was still thinking of art glass in the terms of 'vases'.  I had figured she wasn't talking about those little blown spun glass ships, birds, butterflies and unicorns you buy at most cheesy souvenir shops.  It wasn't until she showed me pictures of Chihuly's work that I finally got it.

Dale Chihuly has singlehandedly pioneered large scale art glass.  He founded the first American glass studio which evolved into a cutting edge Glass Museum in Tacoma, Washington.  Here's what I'm talking about.

This vibrant yellow and red sculpture is about 40 feet high, and Mr. Chihuly has installed twenty-one diverse glass sculptures scattered throughout the entire Desert Botanical Gardens.  This venue is one of my favorite destinations in Arizona.  It's a cactus garden run amuck.  There are all sorts of desert vegetation from the commonplace, such as prickly pear, to the uncommon such as a Bojum Tree.  Mike Perez, my brother-in-law, who has lived in the desert all his life, was amazed by plants such as this one.  I first saw the garden in 1970.  It was my first trip to Arizona.  I was a 20 year old Oklahoma girl who had never seen a desert.  The Gardens were a wonderful introduction.  

Chihily has been doing exhibitions in other gardens around the world for several years.  This is an artist with an international reputation, and his pieces reside in the most famous museums in the world.  His garden installations bring his glass visions to ordinary people.  They are utterly astounding.  Some of our discussions as we viewed the pieces were 'how were they transported'; 'how were they assembled', and what does that one weigh?  

If you are interested in future Chihuly exhibitions, click here:

My pictures of what we saw on Sunday are available at




Wednesday, January 22, 2014

Memo to "Morning People"


RE:  Do's and Don'ts

1)  Please learn to modulate your chirpy, cheery voice if you are a woman, or your booming "bonhomie" delivery if you are a man.  Those noises are like fingernails on a chalkboard
.

2)  Do not whistle.  I do not want to hear your interpretation of either elevator music or the music you hear in your head.

3)  I'm not interested in receiving your offers of any type of food that (a) crunches, is (b) squishy, or (c) runny.  The only acceptable nourishment offer contains caffeine.

4)  Do not ask me questions.  Period.  End of sentence.

5)  Do not give me 'reports'.  I do not want to know what the temperature is going to be.  I could care less what's going to fall out of the sky during the day - especially in the next two hours.

6)  I am not capable of formulating a 'plan for the day' until I've been out of bed for a minimum of two hours.

7)  Do not suggest to me that it's a "GOOD MORNING!!!!"  In my opinion that is an impossibility.

8)  Only call me on the telephone before 10 am if someone is dead.  Rewind:  Call if someone is dead I care about.  That does not include your pet.  Bad news can wait for a civilized hour.

9)   Newsflash!  Not enjoying sunrise is not a character flaw.

10)  Keep in mind I can always call you to 'chat' at 11pm.  Easily and guilt free.

You've been warned......

                                                       An Anonymous Night Person



      

Thursday, January 16, 2014

Electrons, Electrons - Where Do You Stand?

Is Social Media taking over your life?  OK, let's be more precise:

Do you use Facebook, Twitter, YouTube, Instagram, or some Smart Phone Apps more than you suspect is good for you?

Are you starting to hear people who think they are talking to you become ominously silent when they notice you keep glancing at the screen of your phone?

Have you ever been with a group of people in which no one is making eye contact much less conversation because they are each fondling their own electronic device?

Ever turned down a social occasion so you could get home and 'harvest your crops'? (or play some other electronic game solo)

When you sit down on the commode, do you entertain yourself with your smart phone or your tablet?

Have you spent more than an hour cruising YouTube looking for cats, dogs or babies?

Do you 'follow' a celebrity on Twitter?

Have you ever posted what you ate at some ordinary meal on Facebook?

Have you ever sent 'the cutest thing EVER' as a mass email to your entire address book?

And, I suppose, do you send out a massive email whenever you write a post on your blog?

I read Real Simple (in paper, not electrons), and each month the magazine has a theme.  They do have "Christmas" issues, but they also have interesting themes such as this January when the theme is "A Balanced Life".  One discussion in the issue is how easy it's become to have your life consumed and dominated by electronic gadgets.

I've been thinking about the electrons weaving themselves around us for some time now.  Some incidents stand out over the past ten years.  Sarah (daughter) got one of the first iphones.  I played with it for only 15 minutes that December when I realized what a game changer this piece of electronics was going to be.  I can still remember the chill that went down my spine when it dawned on me  I was holding an entire computer in my hand as well as a camera and a phone.  My next thought was:  I want one.

As a teacher I despaired of the legions of fellow teachers who were wholeheartedly rejecting using computers in their classrooms.  As teaching tools, computers have no equals.  They should be employed to revolutionize our decaying public education system.  Is it going to happen?  Well, it has to if you are interested in the USA being competitive in the world in the 21st century.  Is it going to be painful?  Probably.  Why?  See the first sentence in this paragraph.

As a parent I felt I was constantly fighting what now seems to be the laughably primitive media bombarding my household.  When Sarah was a child, television seemed to be getting so violent and so sexually explicit.  Movies were even worse.  I pity parents today.  How can you control those electrons seducing your children?  Where are the lines?   How much is too much exposure?  What if it's educational?  Doesn't every kid these days need to be computer savvy as early as possible?  Of course, there's the entire issue of American childhood obesity which any fool can see is linked to those pesky electrons.  

Another incident that stands out in my mind is a social occasion about five years ago in which a group of closely acquainted people were together.  We flew on airplanes to spend time with one another to celebrate an important occasion.  Our first evening together, we are sitting in a circle, and gradually I realized that one after another every person was no longer participating socially - they were all interacting with their phones!  No one was making a telephone call.  It was the first time I'd seen the social disconnect caused by hand held electronic equipment.  In 2014, teenagers really don't like to have real time conversations face to face.   According to one of the Real Simple articles, teens cite there's too much pressure in real time situations to think about what to say or how to respond.

Do I think we should reject technology and our smart tools?  Absolutely not.  Here in Sun City there are still dinosaurs who are participating in their own cultural extinction.  They don't "DO" computers.  However, even the seniors use of technology is on the dramatic rise - up from 13% ten years ago to over 50% this year.  In New Hampshire, I taught two lovely ladies in their 80's how to use the laptops their helpful families had given them.

 Drake and my vagabond lifestyle would not be possible without our smart tools connected to the internet.  My mother-in-law has moved 38 times in her lifetime.  By moving so many times, her entire family didn't make many lasting friendships as most of the people they left behind faded from their lives.  One of the joys of this new technology is you don't have to lose touch with fun and interesting people who pass through your life.  It still takes effort to make friends, but the electrons can make it seem as if you still live just down the block.

Electrons, electrons.  Seems like I struggle to live with them and without them.  I do know they are causing a world wide upheaval and reshaping entire cultures including ours.  I guess it's up to each of us to decide if this revolution is going to be positive or negative.  I do know that it's unstoppable.  So, these are my thoughts winging their way to you via those marvelous electrons.            

Thursday, January 2, 2014

Trekking...Again

If we had driven another six or so hours, we could have done an Atlantic to Pacific road trip.  We decided we've seen the Pacific, so we halted in Arizona. This was the best/worst trek yet.  Moving out of Richmond was horrible!  The movers I hired to help us get the stuff off the second floor and into the trailer didn't show up.  Gosh, I wonder why?  The temps were freezing, and the skies were dropping freezing rain and sleet all day long.  We delayed a day in Richmond, so we weren't pulling the trailer over frozen roads.  The following two days were the most difficult driving days Drake has experienced.  Day one out of Richmond was constant rain and gusting winds.  Day two out of Richmond was a persistent headwind.  The 'best' parts were a new route and staying with friends throughout each leg of the trip.

We headed south to avoid winter and thus saw new scenery and towns.  We saw two Greenville's (South Carolina and Alabama), went to NOLA and had a splendid dinner while catching up with a long time friend.  Next, we hit Houston staying with an even longer time friend.  We saw Hurst and more friends as well as our dentist and hairdresser coming and going to Tulsa to see family.  Then, ten days in Austin for a great Christmas celebration with the newlyweds and family.  See?  Our life is so typical.  We pulled into Sun City yesterday afternoon, so both yesterday until dark and all day today has been pulling things in and out of the trailer trying to get reorganized.  What I want to know is how did we manage to fill a LARGE box with stuff to give away.  Where has this stuff been hiding?

There were Christmas cards waiting for me in Sun City.  I sent out a Christmas letter while 'on the road' this year.  (Aren't you impressed?)  The return address on my letter created an extended Christmas when I returned to Arizona and found about 20 cards waiting for me.  I really got caught short this year.  All my Christmas stuff was still in Arizona when I was on the East coast.  For some reason, I thought I'd be back here before Christmas and be able to pick it all up.  I do have a traveling Christmas box, and a stack of already bought Christmas cards ready for sending.  They didn't do me any good at all sitting in my Christmas storage closet in the desert.  The worst thing was all the Christmas music was trapped in the Arizona house.

I discovered some new techniques this year for keeping in touch at Christmas.  First, Jacquie Lawson (my favorite electronic card maker) has a "Christmas Letter" card.  Next year, I'm going to save $37.50 in stamps and contribute to the downfall of the United States Post Office.  Also, one of my smart friends studded her 'Christmas Letter' with pictures!  Why didn't I think of that.  The Shutterfly/Picabo/ type websites will let you create your own 'card' of photos and we got several of these.  I really like those picture cards especially from folks I haven't seen for awhile.  And, if you wrote me a letter and put it into your card - well, I like you best.  Outstanding Card this year goes to the friend that lives in Rusk - you know who you are - with runner up being from Sarah Lynn's namesake.

 Drake wins best present.  I saw this wonderful handbag in Amish country over Thanksgiving, and Drake ordered it for me for Christmas!  It was a complete surprise.   I'm now part of an extended game playing family - in the good way, like board games - not psychological drama, and we played one of the new type colonization games which after a couple of times playing left me not much of a fan.  Sarah and Jay introduced another new game called "Set" which is an interesting game of perception and shape recognition.  I'm not particularly good, but it was fun to play - very fast and quick.  One good thing about Christmas this year is people gave us homemade treats, an entire candy basket, and the women in the family split the cooking duties.  We also saw lots of movies.  The winner of best movie was 'American Hustle'.  I've still got a few more to see, but, alas, Phoenix, AKA the Cultural Wasteland, doesn't have a single theater that shows limited release movies.

Soon, we will be back at the bridge table.  I've only forgotten everything we perfected last year since we have played ONCE since we left Arizona.  The exercise club/swimming pools are also calling my name, and after the Christmas food blow-out, I'm actually ready to get back to it.  We have already drawn up a list of 'stuff ' to do at the house.  Keep in mind we've been here ONE DAY, and Drake was licking his pencil lead, listing and prioritizing.

Finally, we made our first Arizona deadline:  WATCHING THE SUGAR BOWL 2014.  I just have one thing to say:  BOOMER, SOONER!  Let's go, Oklahoma.    

              

Friday, December 13, 2013

The World's Greatest Dessert

Dear Readers:  The following entry is a guest blog from my favorite person.

The World's Greatest Dessert is the Profiteroles served at Mr. B's Bistro on Royal Street in the French Quarter of New Orleans.  This knowledge is based on years of culinary research as well as our sentimental history with the Mr. B's restaurant. Even my memorable 1980 Paris chocolate souffle can't quite measure up to the Mr. B's specialty.  And like a slick advertising spin doctor, I make this audacious claim since it can only be debated, not refuted legally or scientifically.


This week we drove the southern route from Virginia to Texas both to avoid the winter weather and also visit our good friends in New Orleans and Houston.  During the Crescent City stopover we made the opportunity for dinner with our friend, Martha, at Mr. B's, our favorite New Orleans restaurant.  (The "B" is for Brennan, the most famous multi-generational restaurant family in New Orleans.)  Mr. B's not only has great food which we enjoyed many times when we lived near the Big Easy in the 1980's, but it is also linked to special memories involving our daughter, Sarah.

It has been about 20 years since we ate at Mr. B's, so we couldn't be entirely sure the experience would measure up to the memories.  The restaurant was full on a Wednesday night, but the atmosphere was the same comfortable buzz we remembered.  Thankfully, even the Katrina disaster didn't destroy, or even essentially change, the many French Quarter restaurant landmarks.  Our meals were tremendous, including a nice familiar Oregon wine, excellent service, and especially the WGD capstone.  Their profiteroles were one of the key drawing cards to return to Mr. B's for our one evening meal on this New Orleans trip.  It was a great relief to still find them on the menu.

A profiterole is a baked puff pastry about the size of a golf ball, cut in half, filled with vanilla ice cream and topped with chocolate sauce.  (Mr. B's serves three on a plate suitable either for sharing or gluttony.  On this night Jan and I both chose gluttony.)  We've tried so called profiteroles elsewhere many times in hopes of
matching the Mr. B's excellence, always with some degree of disappointment.  The real thing, to be great, must have each of the three components in perfect harmony.  The pastry has to be baked fresh to a precise degree of stiffness/softness.  The ice cream must not be too hard or too soft.  The sauce can only be a rich dark chocolate.  If the pastry ice cream ball is not the right consistency, the dessert can not be eaten with a fork or spoon without falling apart or shooting off the plate.  It's important to get small bites easily with all the elements present.  We've had many impostors with the pastry too crunchy or too soggy, or the ice cream too hard or melting, or topped with cheap milk chocolate.  Anyway, the recent version was just what we remembered - perfection again.  I was certainly happy with the decision not to share.

The other draw for Mr. B's has to do with specific 1985 memories.  At the time, I worked in downtown New Orleans in a Poydras street skyscraper, a five minute walk from the Quarter.  I invited Jan downtown for lunch on September 25, her birthday.  Jan was pregnant with Sarah, about one week from delivery per her doctor's latest forecast.  We started at Mr. B's for lunch, then walked all around the French Quarter that hot day, through Jackson Square, stopping in Jan's favorite perfumery, Hove, on Royal Street for a birthday gift.  (Jan would have remembered it being hot that day under the circumstances regardless of actual conditions.  I checked the historical data.  That September 25th high was 90 degrees with humidity over 80%, so yeah, it was hot.)  That evening friends invited us to a special birthday dinner at Commander's Palace, considered by many to be the best New Orleans restaurant.  I don't remember much about that dinner because driving home from Commander's, Jan went into labor.  Sarah was born about noon the next day.

Two months later after a couple of successful fast food outings with infant Sarah, we decided to treat ourselves with another visit to Mr. B's.  It was a disaster.  A few minutes after ordering our meals, Sarah had a melt down.  I don't know what triggered the outburst - maybe smells or noises or internal physical distress - but we couldn't shut it down.  Finally, we had to take her outside and wait for our expensive meals being packaged to 'go'.  Anyway, it was our first lesson in the risks and the importance of preparedness when including a small child in adult social situations.  That experience propelled Jan to become an expert child entertainer in nice restaurants.

So, our return visit to Mr. B's this week was an enormous delight, for the good company and wonderful food for sure, but also, to reinforce those 1985 memories associated with the most important single event in our lives so far.  Jan even got to enjoy the Hove Perfumery in person again after many years of relying on mail order shopping.

                                                    Delectably Submitted,

                                                    Drake

   

Thursday, December 5, 2013

Leaving Virginia

We're leaving Virginia, and we're heading to Texas for the Christmas holidays.  The week we get ready to move on should be smooth sailing by now, but, alas, not so much.  This week is just about the only time you can hear quarrels in the Smith house.   Drake is completely unreasonable, cranky, snide, obsessive, and exhibits every other bad behavior of which he is abundantly capable.  Of course, you can say DITTO about me.  Drake always thinks we have 'too much stuff', and I'm all about, 'you can fit this in'.  Makes for spirited discussions; a little euphemism that involves raised voices, finger pointing, and arm waving.  This move at the end of autumn and the beginning of winter is always weather dicey, and the forecast for Richmond this coming weekend is shaping up to make us nervous.  We both have memories of the 12 inch snowfall in New Hampshire the day before we were due to leave.

I'm usually ready to 'move on', but not so much this time.  I really like Richmond.  I do recognize we've experienced only the best weather here, but I like the livability of this town, and the living pace.  I'm wild about the visual aspects of this town. The trees are gigantic and the mixed forest of deciduous and evergreen defines the topography wherever you look. There are hardy flowers (zillions of crepe myrtles) and trees with colored leaves (such as Japanese maple) planted everywhere.  This town is also compact.  You can zip around quickly which opens up the entire city no matter in what area you live.  The beach is an easy drive as are the mountains. Then, there's the American history that has shaped Virginia in the Colonial period and during the Civil War.

Richmond isn't cosmopolitan in that Eastern seaboard way.  For instance, last night we went to their excellent Botanical Garden which is wired with lights for the Christmas season.  It was sweet and fun, but obviously a big local effort by staff and volunteers to transform the garden into a Christmas lights display for the city. They even had a toy train layout in the botanical library set up by a local group and manned by volunteers.  It reminded me not of a professional production as much as when a neighborhood becomes known for 'the Christmas lights'.  It felt real and fun.  We saw multi-generational families, but also lots of teens out on group dates.

This town has all the usual generic franchise restaurants, but also a thriving community of individual restaurateurs.  There's a live theater on the usual Broadway circuit, a symphony and a fledgling ballet.  We were also thrilled to see they had a Bow Tie Criterion Movie Theater - what most people would have called 'an art movie house' at one time, but is really a theater that specializes in limited release pictures.  We've seen some of my favorite movies at this theater chain.  Richmond also has a fabulous fine arts museum housed in a breathtaking building.  There are historic neighborhoods here with interesting architecture.

I won't bother to recite all the things we've done while here, but I think I could live in this area another six months before I saw all of what I would consider to be 'major attractions'.  Drake claims we have seen the 'best', and he's probably right.  I think the depth of historical sites and museums I'm willing to see is a couple of feet deeper than his.

One good thing about the upcoming 'move on' is we get to try a new route across the country - the 'southern' route which will allow us to catch up with some old friends along the way and help us dodge winter snow and ice.  The prize for leaving is 10 days in Austin with a wonderful extended family Christmas which we are all eagerly anticipating.  We'll be back in Arizona for the winter.  Time to visit our furniture.    

                 

Sunday, November 24, 2013

Thankfulness

The United States official Thanksgiving Day was started by Abraham Lincoln in 1863.  Talk about a bad year.  Constant bloody battles from January through December with Chancellorsville, Gettysburg, and Chickamauga being the low lights.  On the plus side it was also the year of the Emancipation Proclamation and the Gettysburg Address.  The idea of Thanksgiving was actually proposed by Sarah Hale, the editor of Godeys Lady's Book, the most popular womens' magazine of the 19th century.  Thanksgiving to her was to be a 'great Union festival'. Lincoln's 1863 Proclamation of a Day of National Thanksgiving made the point even in the midst of a terrible war there were things to be thankful for.

Somehow, by the 20th century, Lincoln's connection to Thanksgiving was pretty much forgotten.  Pilgrims and Indians eating turkey as buddies had become our cultural memory of something the teacher called "The 'First Thanksgiving'.  Having just had a short course in the history of Colonial America and specifically in the relations between the Native Americans and the English - well, let's just say, "First Thanksgiving" should probably be renamed "Eat, Drink & Be Merry, for Tomorrow You Will Die".

About 1960 in homes across America, the holiday became linked with football on television.  Some great college rivalry games grow up around the holiday.  The iconic Thanksgiving game for me is Oklahoma Sooners vs. Nebraska Cornhuskers, 1971.  (We lost, but it was a great game.)  As pro football increases in popularity, the Thanksgiving Day pro football game becomes as iconic in American households as the turkey dinner.  The Dallas Cowboys are the traditional team, so much so, that EVERYONE today who works for the Cowboy organization ALWAYS works T-day because the Cowboys always play football that day.  I understand Jerry serves a magnificent dinner for all.

This is a strange holiday for America.  There are no parties, no costumes, no gifts, no festive decorations, no fireworks, and a set menu.  We might have enchiladas, nachos, hot dogs, hamburgers, lasagna, ham or tamales for Christmas, but, for Thanksgiving we eat turkey followed by pie.  People travel thousands of miles to sit down at a table and eat with their families.  Boyfriends/Girlfriends are introduced. Engagements are announced.  Babies are admired.  Divorces are discussed. Dead family members are mourned.  Everyone has their favorite dish made by their mom, grandma, or aunt. There are recipes handed down for this dinner.  Very few men get a mention here.  This is a woman's holiday.  We plan it, coordinate it, worry about it, fix it (or buy it pre-made and put our 'touches' on it) and triumph in it.

My childhood Thanksgiving memory is from my mother's large family.  The meal is over.  The males are long gone from the table.  They're mostly napping in the guise of  watching 'the game'.  Most of the men in my family over a certain age unashamedly unbuckled their belts and opened the first button on their pants as they settled into the couch and chairs.  My grandfather just flat went to bed after dinner.  He worked shift work his whole life, and with six kids, he could sleep through anything.

 Meanwhile, all the women of the family are still sitting at the dish and food strewn table smoking and drinking coffee and 'picking' at bits of food.  I was about 10 when I wasn't shooed out of the dining room at the end of the meal.  It was implicitly understood that year I could stay with the women, but I was definitely supposed to be silent.  I don't remember being bold enough to speak at this table gathering until I was about 14.  Mostly, I don't recall any of the actual conversations at this post Thanksgiving table, only the tones of laughter and sometimes sadness.   I do remember after a couple of hours or so at this women's gathering, the collective sigh, followed by, "Let's get to these dishes."
        
I do think Lincoln got it right - Thanksgiving is about realizing that no matter how lousy your year, there are always blessings in your life.  I think if you are too cool to be thankful, or too jaded, or too depressed, or too busy, then you're missing the greatest pleasure of the holiday - contemplating your blessings and giving thanks for them. I love to ask people this question:  For what are you truly thankful this year?  Consider the answer.  It will ensure you a

Happy Thanksgiving