Precious

November 24th, 2009

This quote from Maud Newton’s essay on why she wrote a novel in lieu of a memoir (we need to justify such choices now?) is exactly why, in the final analysis, I found Precious unpalatable:

The critic Dubravka Ugresic has likened this parade of stories depicting a downtrodden but ultimately redeemed real-life protagonist to Soviet social realism, in that they take actual events as a starting point but twist them into sanguine rags-to-riches propaganda that serves to reinforce readers’ belief that anyone can overcome difficult times. Such stories, in this analysis, are an insidious, uniquely modern incarnation of Horatio Alger’s dime novels.

A Bedtime Story (courtesy of Bob Taylor)

September 17th, 2009

On the last day of a three-day retreat for the top people at Xerox, Bob Taylor was asked to show the men the products of his Xerox PARC research team’s labors. And so he put on the stage the Alto, the first personal computer. The mouse, the Ethernet cord, an email system, a graphic display, and a laser printer were all attached–all in use at the Xerox PARC laboratories for some years now and all shown to the men responsible for the future of the Xerox Corporation. It was the 1970s.

The presentation was followed by an opportunity for all of these titans of industry to test out the goods themselves, in an exhibition hall with little booths set up with the equipment. They all stood around the periphery and talked. The only people who approached the researchers’ tables were the businessmen’s wives. In Taylor’s account, the ladies had a grand time of playing with the gadgets and were quite excited.

Looking back, Taylor thinks that the man-repellents in his exhibits were the keyboards.* At the time, men didn’t type. Their secretaries did that. And many of the wives had been secretaries.

Which is perhaps why you did not buy your screen, your laptop, your Ethernet cable, your Internet, and your mouse from Xerox. And why, in some alternate reality, Xerox is the largest company in the world, while the dictionary entry for the word “xerox” continues for several pages.

* Alternative explanation: not enough lolcats.

Names

September 9th, 2009

I have ideas for you, blog. Because I have them all the time, J is used to them. In fact, he thinks that the only blog I have a chance of keeping is a blog of blog ideas.

Of course, as always with new online projects, what I want first is a new theme and a new domain name. My plans for pimpin’ my new blogs always precede plans for executions. Perhaps this explains why this site has had more skin changes than posts.

Now, in the same conversation where they go on at length about new revenue models and guerrilla tactics, marketing types mention that for an artist, a web presence should build name recognition. We all know of course that what I have is not a web presence but a web absence. What this blog here should be called is Waiting for Kolendo.

The point is that I’m coming around to the idea that my name, my real, phone-book-findable name, should have a starring role in my web adventures (or lack thereof) since I think–now that I finally no longer get carded when buying tickets to R-rated movies–I’m finally safe from being stalked by another pedophile.*

Which I suppose poses the question of which name to use. At my mother’s, I’m still Nastia Kolendo but no one else I know can pronounce it. Anastasia Kolendo is on diplomas and IDs, though I prevent so many mispronunciations nowadays by introducing myself as Ana that I should get a Crimestoppers Badge of Merit. And Anastasia is such a feminine name. I feel like people who have just the name to go on expect 5 o’clock tea involving cozies and forest creatures who come braid my hair.

When it comes to names, A. S. Byatt sometimes seems to have the right idea (especially in light of this). And if I were to write, publish, and blog as A. S. Kolendo,** my initials would be way cooler. Of course, askolendo.com seems…err…cold? A little closer to my personality, I concur, but still.

So this is what I think a lot about nowadays. Kolendo.com, kolendo.net, and kolendo.org are all taken. Though go-daddy of course suggested brilliant alternatives–I think mysexykolendo.com was one of them.

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* For those of you who haven’t heard the story, don’t worry. He was a shy pedophile. After finding my address in the white pages, he dropped by unannounced to ask me “to go steady.” I got off easy, with no attempts at inappropriate touching, though my parents will forever assume his behavior to be typical of American men.

** What? You thought my middle name was something different? You underestimated the attractions of changing Eduardovna to Stober. Which, given I then get to sign things as ASK, I may still do.

Lunch

May 4th, 2009

I finally made these miso walnut green beans from Bitten and had them for lunch. Delicious! I used yellow miso, which worked fine, and oodles more water to get the right consistency.

Many flavor additions–from ginger to lemongrass to lemon to chili peppers–present themselves. I smell experiments!

Scallops with braised ramps and roasted asparagus

April 27th, 2009

For dinner yesterday, we made sea scallops in a ginger-lime beurre blanc sauce with chermoula on a bed of ramps braised in olive oil and roasted asparagus. This was my first foray into sea scallops, but they may become a Sunday supper staple as the result. The entire meal took about an hour and ten minutes and only required a single band aid for yours truly. ((The bloody grater gets me every time. You’d think by now I’d have scars on my fingers.))

Sea scallops with a ginger-lime beurre blanc on a bed of ramps and roasted asparagus

Sea scallops with a ginger-lime beurre blanc on a bed of ramps and roasted asparagus

Ramps

Ramps are wild leeks that grow mostly in the mountains, and since the Hill Country doesn’t really qualify, I was surprised to see these at Whole Foods. I filled up a whole bag, and then the clerk came to tell me they were so rare here that they wouldn’t even be entered into the checkout computer system. I thought he’d take them back and prepared to gobble them up right there in the produce aisle, just to have had a taste, but instead he let us have them for free (!). They were aromatic and a little sweet, a perfect complement to the scallops.

We used this NYT recipe, only with less heat-level-changing since we have an electric stove.

8-10 whole ramps
salt
pepper
olive oil

Wash the ramps, pick off any loose outer layers with your fingers, and cut off the very tips of the roots. Both the white bulbs and the leaves are oh-so-delicious and edible, so you’ll want to keep everything but the gnarly white hairs at the bottom. Dry the ramps using paper towels.* ((The drying minimizes oil sprays. Use a salad spinner or drain in a colander if you’d like to waste fewer paper towels.))

Heat 3-4 millimeters of olive oil in a large pan over medium heat. When the oil shimmers, toss the ramps into the pan one by one and stir to coat with olive oil.

Season with salt and pepper, cover, and cook for 10 minutes until soft, stirring occasionally. Remove from heat.

* If I were to do this recipe again, I’d think about cutting the ramps into smaller chunks. J really liked them whole.

Asparagus

Preheat oven to 350 degrees F. Peel the skin off the asparagus stalks from the root to the flower blooms. Snap off the bottoms if they feel “wooden.” Cut up asparagus into small rounds. Toss with salt, pepper, and olive oil and place in a pan. Bake for 4-5 minutes until a fork goes through the largest pieces without getting stuck.

Sea scallops (adapted from Gourmet)

Chermoula

Chermoula, with its bite of garlic and the freshness of lime and cilantro, is the traditional Moroccan garnish for fish and seafood, but if you are looking to skip a few steps in this dish, this is the component to omit. I make a large batch and freeze leftovers in an ice cube tray to use later.

2/3 cup minced coriander ((Hack: to mince any herb, turn on your food processor and drop whole sprigs of herbs in a few at a time. The result is fine but not over grated.))
3 crushed garlic cloves
zest of one small lime
1 teaspoon of freshly toasted and ground cumin ((To toast whole cumin, heat a tablespoon of cumin in a non-stick skillet over a medium flame until fragrant, 3-4 minutes. To grind, use a coffee grinder, mortar, or wrap whole seeds in paper and roll over them with a rolling pin 5-6 times, until finely ground.))

Mix all of the ingredients and set aside.

Beurre blanc

Beurre blanc is a traditional French sauce that here gets fused with ginger and lime. The original Gourmet recipe had too much lime for me, so I’ve adjusted the proportions.

Half a small shallot, cut up into small pieces
1/2″-long piece of ginger, grated or cut up into small pieces
We’ll be getting rid of both the shallot and the ginger before serving, so these don’t need to be pretty.
2.5 tablespoons of lime juice
1/3 cup dry white wine
1 stick (8 tablespoons) unsalted butter, cut up into small chunks and refrigerated
Salt
Chili oil or crushed white pepper ((Black pepper will do just fine, but it won’t look quite as pretty.))

In a dash of olive oil, on medium heat, cook shallot and ginger until the ginger is soft. Pour in lime juice and white wine. Simmer (the mixture should not boil) until only about a tablespoon or two of liquid remain. REMOVE FROM THE HEAT and leave to cool for 5-6 minutes, until it’s cool enough for you to touch. The cooling is critical. If your pan is not cool enough, your sauce may end up turning into a greasy mess. (This is a great time to stick your ramps into a frying pan and your asparagus in the oven!)

After the pan has cooled, on your lowest heat setting, stir in the cold pieces of butter with a whisk one by one. You may have a higher tolerance for risk, but I stirred continuously. As one piece of butter melts into the mixture, add another. Remove the pan from the heat every after every 3 tablespoons or so of butter in order to let the mixture cool. If you see butter begin to separate into oil and foam, remove from heat and whisk.

When all the butter is in, add salt and chili oil (or pepper) to taste. Put the sauce through a strainer and keep warm until serving.

Sea scallops

Sea scallops are the big ones. Near as I can tell, the good ones will be elastic enough to bounce back when pressed with a finger. (Unless your grocery store is way more fun than mine and lets you sneak behind the counter, you can ask the fish guy or gal to poke the goods for you.)

This part is easy. Heat some olive oil in a pan. Rinse the scallops, dry them on paper towels, sprinkle with sale and pepper. When oil shimmers, put the scallops in the pan and cook until golden, 2 to 2 1/2 minutes per side. When both sides have browned, touch the tops to check for doneness. A cooked scallop will feel the same to the touch as the flesh between your thumb and index finger.

Top each scallop with chermoula and beurre blanc and serve.

Your Friday Moment of Zen: ‘tellectuals

August 29th, 2008

Is it bad that some of this dialogue sounds like something I’ve recently written?

Penelope Fitzgerald’s The Blue Flower

August 28th, 2008

In Penelope Fitzgerald’s The Blue Flower, the protagonist and the future German Romantic poet Novalis, reads a beginning of a piece he is writing to his friend Karoline Just. Then he asks her what the story is about. He seems to be honestly at a loss himself.

The unlooked-for privilege of the reading was fading and Karoline, still outwardly as calm as she was pale, felt chilled with anxiety. She would rather cut off one of her hands than disappoint him, as he sat looking at her, trusting and intent, with his large light-brown eyes, impatient for a sign of comprehension.

What distressed her most was that after waiting a little, he showed not a hint of resentment or even surprise, but gently shut the notebook. ‘Liebe Justen, it doesn’t matter.’

When I first read this passage, I wondered at Karoline being able to tell him nothing useful about his Blue Flower. Now that I finished the novel, I reread this passage and smile with recognition.

This is the first book in a long while to leave me speechless. I don’t know anything about it, except that I liked it. Fitzgerald has charmed me out of my need to dissect every piece of writing into intelligible little pieces. It seems only fitting–Romanticists like Novalis were in some measure reacting against rationality.

Ostensibly, the story is about love. But part of Novalis’s legacy to the world is Liebesreligion, “the religion of love,” and it’s unsurprising then that here talking about love entails discussing everything. Underneath the dainty peak of Fitzgerald’s beautiful, breezy prose sits an iceberg of wit, philosophy, and impeccable grasp of history. In the end, The Blue Flower is the most awesomely strange novel I’ve read all year, and the originality doesn’t even seem to be the primary intent.

What is? Liebe, to me it didn’t seem to matter.

April 28th, 2008

I have a new favorite columnist: Meghan Daum for the LA Times.

April 28th, 2008

A genre comes of age: Seth Schiese for the NYT describes the newly released Grand Theft Auto IV as “a violent, intelligent, profane, endearing, obnoxious, sly, richly textured and thoroughly compelling work of cultural satire disguised as fun.”

April 7th, 2008

Stanley Fish on French theorists in America.