Saturday, September 30, 2006

dymo-NITE!

what did i do today? i painted my toenails.

why? because i got made fun of at work for the abysmal state of the chipped polish on my toes, which was so old that when asked, i could not even speculate the month when i had last painted them. i tried to blame the ocean for this, seeking to draw a line between what happens to toenails in the pool and the potential for sand to have the same effect... but i don't think they were convinced.

in other news, i read jane eyre and was enthralled. best book of that genre ever! i don't even hesitate to say i like it better than pride & prejudice, which was a favorite of mine in the regency period novels up until this point. if you like that style, i recommend reading jane eyre.

also, i got a dymo label maker (photo) this weekend and labelled all my flours for baking. i LOVE this thing. it is so much fun to label stuff with it and a little more industrial looking than the printed label makers.

that's all for now.
cheers!
sam

Tuesday, September 19, 2006

haribo

i won a package of gummi bears at work today for answering a question of a quiz.
i thought of you.

i remember when i used to arrive at your house and there was always that shiny gold haribo package on my pillow in the guest room. chocolate for mom, gummis for me.

when i was younger, i used to eat them as fast as i could and since you and mom were always so busy catching up, no one noticed if i ate them for dinner and breakfast the next morning. i ate them by the handful as i read the nancy drew books i had packed, because i didn't speak german and didn't care too much for what the grown-ups were talking about anyway. i was sure it had something to do with weather or bowel-movements, like what happened when we visited my texas grandma.

you always had a stash of candy ready for our trips. i could go to the cupboard where the butter was kept (not refrigerated!) and right next to the soups were piles of marzipan, milka, merci and haribo. i was the only one that ate the gummis. i still swear they lose something in that trans-atlantic shipping. they never taste like they did at your house.

i remember my first year of college when i learned german and would call you once a month to talk. i always felt so good about myself for making the time to call you. now i wish i had called every day. i know you must have been so lonely by yourself in that apartment.

i know you hated getting older and fought the reality that some things just weren't as easy as they used to be. things like taking a bath or climbing stairs or later on, even walking.

that monstrosity of a garage still looms large behind our house. i remember when we built it and mom kept saying the apartment on the second floor was such a good idea because you could come and live there and then we'd all finally be together again. she always hated that you were so far away. i never mentioned that i thought it was a strange idea to have an old person climbing stairs all the time, but only because i thought i might be able to swap you for my room and have the garage apartment to myself... ha! soon, though, it became apparent that the garage would be no different from a lot of things in our family and would never be finished. it just sat there, half-done, pretty on the outside, but incomplete inside.

things seemed so much simpler back then and i didn't really have a grasp on anything.

i miss you a lot. i wish we'd been closer. there are so many things i'd want to say. i would want to tell you that i am a window dresser now, just like opa was. i would want to ask you what you thought of my artwork and what my mom was like when she was little. i would want to ask about your childhood and where our family lived before the war. i would want to document everything. every detail. every name. every place.

and i would want to thank you for all the gummi bears.

Saturday, September 16, 2006

it was inevitable, right?


with my love for baking, with all of my hippie tendencies, and above all my issues with PHOs, it seems hardly surprising that i would enter into the world of bread-making.

well, here i am. on week two of making bread for us. it's not that hard and the taste is so worth it! i love how dense it is and that the only sweetener in it is unsulphered molasses. no high fructose corn syrup or even any sugar. it is most excellent in the morning with butter, jam and some hot tea. plus, the density keeps us fueled and full until lunch time, which prevents my urge for mid-morning snacking.

in other news, we got a new cutting board, as i was noticing little red pieces in the chicken when i cut and found it weird that the chicken was so extra bloody until i realized it was LITTLE PIECES OF CUTTING BOARD on the meat. ewwww. now we're trying out this bamboo cutting board, which seems to be all the rage in the trend-setting cutting board market. i'll let you know if it's worth the fuss.

we got free passes to see the new zach braff movie, the last kiss. it was good, although hard to watch. definitely one of those reality movies (i.e. not of the escapism variety). i won't ruin it in case anyone is still going to see it, but i will say that it was redemptive, which made sticking it out worth it. i guess it hit a bit close to home for me, as a lot of the relationships in the movie were what i grew up around and it brought back reminders of a lot of my old fears. but if you liked garden state, i think you'll like this one too. good music again. i also thought blythe danner and casey affleck were particularly captivating characters.

russ has a cold and i'm trying to be as lazy as i possibly can on this saturday off. i don't know how long i can actually last without coming up with some task to do, but i'm going to find out!

cheers everyone!
sam

Saturday, September 09, 2006

sufjan stevens and other thoughts on art

russ and i were talking about the first time we heard sufjan and our reactions to such a unique and different sounding recording. he mentioned how he initially felt like he liked it, but that there were so many new sounds and different colors in the music that it took some getting used to. i loved it the first time through for that same reason: all the colors and sounds were so bright and varied...

this led to a conversation about art in general. i think that different artists process in different ways. take sufjan, who is arguably a meister at the "more is more" principle. his layering is tasteful and organic; it breathes. i've heard music that became utterly chaotic as a result of too many layers and sounds, or from busy players stepping all over each other. however, sufjan and others in his genre, can layer with ease and create excellent compositions with movement, melody and color.

on the other end of the spectrum are the "less is more" bands. i would single out iron + wine for this category (i'm sure there are better examples, but this was the first i thought of). these artists are experts at simplicity, they are distillers of a single expression, thought or melody and it soars with beauty as a result. contrary to some artists, where it might feel unfinished or sophomoric, the less-is-more expert makes it feel as though you couldn't possibly add anything else.

i think these tendencies might also be linked to the way we process life and experiences and in general, the world around us. if i look at myself and try to figure out where i fit, i would say i am more of a distiller. i take my experiences, my feelings, my thoughts and seek to find the one unifying factor, the one sensation that captures where i am and then i set that on paper. it doesn't mean the compositions are boring, but i do know that when i've tried to be the layered artist that i am not, it always comes out jumbled.

russ didn't know where he fit in, and i am the first to say that i'm certain there are more blends of these two styles and even more options that we didn't think of.... but in general i would say that great art, whether visual or musical or otherwise, is most powerful when it's most honest. it can be honest and complex, or honest and straightforward, but i think it always suffers when the artist is trying too hard or is trying to be something other than what he/she is.

i guess at the end of the day, artists have to do the same difficult work as anyone seeking to live more wholly, more fulfilling lives: we have to examine our souls... meditate and be in touch with the stirrings inside of us. our job is to translate these inner workings of sorrow, pain, joy and even apathy into outward expressions of beauty that can motivate, connect and inspire the world around us.

on a slightly off-topic note, we watched american beauty for the first time last night. i was always afraid to see it because i thought it might be too dark or creepy, but i really enjoyed it. i think i can handle more raw satire than i used to (although the squid and the whale was TOO much) and i loved the themes of beauty in it. i thought it was right on. and i loved when the lester told his wife that she cared more about her stuff than about living and that she was crazy for doing so.... it was such a great and accurate assessment of so many of us, myself included... not that checking-out and pot-smoking is a great alternative, but the truth was in there.

so there's my philosophical discussion for you. i'm not the best writer (better at talking i think), so if you muddled through it all, congrats. if you have thoughts on it, please comment.... i posted it because i thought it was an interesting line of thoughts.

happy weekend all!
sam

Monday, September 04, 2006

rain rain go away

ugh.. it's been raining nearly non-stop for the past two days. typically, this occurs as my mom is in for a visit. at least we got one good morning at the beach and as for my mom, she has had an insider's view of our cottage and knows all of its corners and closets...

other than the perpetual wetness, life is moving by us at a typically fast rate. russ is already inundated with homework, papers and various projects and i am keeping busy with work and freelancing. i am trying to keep up with drawing and such and hopefully will be motivated enough to post some pictures soon. (although i think i've been promising to do so for nearly three posts now...)

i've been sitting here for about ten minutes to see if i had anything more to say, but i don't think i do, so i'll just stop now.
happy labor day!
sam