Exchanging

Catching up, for those interested….listen to the latest.

Exchange.004 – Summertime

Exchange.003 – Touch

Uhhhh, the cover, see, what had happened was…..

Exchange.002 – Teenage Love Affair

Holeman & Finch Public House

In the time-honored tradition of going out to eat whenever Mom is in town, I picked Holeman & Finch Public House.  Very well-publicized new spot (Southern food, all organic/local, small plates…but modeled after British gastropubs?) from local chef behind Restaurant Eugene and a bunch of bartenders. Got hip to it and geeked for it from CL and AJC reviews.  H&F logo DUMB scrumptious.  Absolutely loved it.  Mom, not so much.  This place gives no quarter to vegetarians.  Pork, glorious pork, from the roota to the toota.  I didn’t even dip into the real crazy stuff (souse, ears, tails, etc.), but what I did have was sublime.

Deviled eggs, three ways: baconized (better than I thought bacon could be, and bacon is possibly one of the greatest things ever invented), pickles (I liked it, and I don’t like pickles), and cayenne (couldn’t taste a lick of heat…maybe they forgot the, um, cayenne part).

Bread and butter:  all housemade (they’re opening up a H&F bakery down the block soon, I read), all GOOD AS HELL.

Pork belly, grits, grilled baby onion, house pickles:  I am extremely guilty of jumping on the pork belly bandwagon, and unashamedly so.  The stuff is heavenly.  But that wasn’t even the best part of this dish.  If you think grits are homely and unremarkable, come eat some of these.  They were rich and thick….it was kinda like eating butter.  Except it won’t make you gag.  That’s quite a backhanded compliment, but a compliment nonetheless.  I’d eat these grits for every meal if I could.  Plus I made sure to get a littel of everything in each bite….great strategy.  The smoky onions and the sweet/tangy pickels played sooo well of the richness of the swine and grits.

Pasta, pancetta carbonara, fried egg:  The extra-thick spaghetti had to be housemade (or at least handmade nearby), the pancetta was as excellent as it always is (when asked, I usually say it’s fancy bacon – is that correct?), and the light carbonara and egg blended perfectly to create a homey, simple sauce.

Coca-Cola Float (Fernet Branca ice cream and candied lime) and sugar glazed donuts:  Fernet Branca is some sort of Italian aperitif (from what I can Google), a syrup/concentrate/liqueur of some sort that is usually mixed with club soda to make a tonic.  Anyhow, it had an extremely distinctive taste, one that I’ve never had.  Semi-licorice-ish, but not nearly as nasty, kinda earthy, like it’s a root or something.  Good though, but the dish in it’s entirety….I mean, it’s a Coke float, what can really go wrong?  But the donuts may give Krispy Kreme a run for their money — at least when the HOT NOW sign is on.

Although there were plenty of other things I want to try, I could go back and eat the exact same thing and be extremely pleased.

Welcome It With Open Wings

Curren$y – Lost In Transit

Off of this:

Fear and Loathng in New Orleans

Word Sandwich

This is really hard.  Even for me.

Word Sandwich

I Frequently Wish That I Thought of Things That Jen Thinks Of

So my friend Jennifer, who on a near daily basis serves as inspiration to write, post, take a picture, or otherwise participate online, organized (from this idea, although it wouldn’t have surprised me if it was her idea) an ongoing mixtape of sorts.  Gathered a couple of her friends, asked each to offer up a song in line with the tape’s theme (this first one is ‘songs with a name in the title’), and with the simple genius of Muxtape, vwhala, we have The Exchange, and its first edition, Say My Name.  Go listen to it, or download it for the archives.

The Exchange 001

A list of contributors and their selctions:

Me | Jazzy Belle (remix) – Outkast feat. Babyface
Marcia | Black Stacey – Saul Williams
Kate | Helen – The Cave Singers
Ouxu | Mary Jane (All Night Long) – Mary J. Blige
Cye | Saigon Meets Just Blaze – Saigon
Eyejammy | Mona Lisa – Slick Rick
Jen | Renee – Lost Boyz
OJ | Makeba – Aceyalone
Liz | Poor Georgie – MC Lyte
Panama | Hey There Delilah – Plain White T’s
Brandon | Adam – Me’Shell Ndegéocello
George | Mona Lisa – Nat King Cole

Honestly, I don’t know but one (besides Jen) of the fine folks participating in this ongoing aural amalgam, but as Jen drafted them, I bet they’re all dope.  So open the mixtape in one tab, and go explore these cats in a bunch of other ones.  That’s what I’m doing.

Also, to acknowledge reality, I kind of suck at blogging.  Or blogging regularly, at least.  I should try harder.  There are all kinds of interesting and useful tools out there to create a presence for one’s self in the social online world that we now spend an inordinate amount of time in.  I want to make use of them.  I think I will.  But you should go listen to the mixtape.

FAIL

I subscribe to Good Morning Silicon Valley, a daily newsletter that incidentally arrives in my inbox in the afternoon. Nonetheless, it keeps me up-to-date on all matters of tech business news and other assorted geeky stuff. At the end of each newsletter, they always include a few links — weird or failed products, interesting websites, online games….always random, always amusing. I swear, there’s something included damn near every day that I want to share. Case in point, from a recent edition, the FAIL Blog…..things that fail, failed attempts, people that have failed, etc.  I’m easily amused.

Car on dock

Baseball fail

SOTP fail

Digital Graffiti

I’m not a huge fan of graffiti. While I’m sure it rightfully earned its place as one
of the founding 5 elements of hip-hop (whatever that means, and for whatever it’s worth), I’ve always thought it was kind of corny, like breakdancing and Bay Area rappers. I just don’t particularly care for it. Despite all of that, this is cool. Super geeked out cool, but really, really cool nonetheless.

It’s called Hektor. It’s a portable spray-paint output device for laptop computers. Hektor at work Hektor’s creators, Jürg Lehni and Uli Franke, explain: Hektor’s light and fragile installation consists only of two motors, toothed belts and a can holder that handles regular spray cans. The can is moved along drawing paths just as the human hand or old plotters would.

It takes a vector file like this:

We Try Harder vector

And it turns it something like this:

 

We Try Harder result

Sometimes I see or read about something that I think is so innovative, so masterful in it’s use of technology, or simply so far from anything that I’ve ever thought of, that I am literally stunned. As in, I have to take a moment to break myself away from the awe. These aren’t discoveries that will change the world or cure cancer, but they knock me on my ass. This is one of them.

This is the kind of thing I really get a kick out of. I think (hope) this will be one of the true accomplishments of all of the technology that completely bombards us and now affects pretty much everything that we do — not that we’ll be able to write on our friend’s Facebook wall from our watch, or that we’ll have cars that don’t need drivers, but that it’ll make something interesting to folks who normally may not dig it, or give folks access to things (or ideas or services) that they normally wouldn’t.