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Word Scramble!

sandwichkermer

can you detangle it and make:

scniwde remarhk

the origin of the word that describes the color of our times

scnarhk

Haven’t blogged in eons. Been drained and deranged and my brain has been a scramble.

absolutely snarkfree. on a freefalling lark. back now. sorta. about as back as January is to June. Moving towards summer, but not noticeably. Not yet. Stay tuned, stay patient, hold the snark.

GRAPHIC DESIGNERS GET SNARKY REVENGE BY ILLUSTRATING CLIENT FEEDBACK

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 Any language that contains quips or comments containing sarcastic or satirical witticisms intended as blunt irony. Usually delivered in a manner that is somewhat abrupt and out of context and intended to stun and amuse.

From the mama of the baby cooke(s). Thank you(s).

My Five Minutes of Fame

AIGA DC kindly invited me to present at their PechaKuchaWhen Lightning Strikes, and I did. What a joy to stand up and talk about something other than food or food styling.

A PechaKucha is a twenty slide presentation done in five minutes. 20 slides = 20 seconds/slide. Practicing I tried, with little success. Generally, by the time I reached my point, the slide was long gone. Those who know me, know HOW MUCH I talk. So, as geeky as I knew it would look, I held notes and made a stab at reading as the slides whizzed by. What a laugh. Look at the slide, look at my notes, look at the audience, spout nonsense and repeat. Twenty times. What a joy. It was FUN.

All the presentations were wild and inspiring and varied. Can we do it again??

Here are my geeky notes, with most of the images. My social networking guru suggested I  run about five slides, that that would be plenty. Did I listen? Nope. Scroll down fast and read fast. If you have the interest, it will only take five minutes. Or less if you rush. Recommended.

1 ARTHUR ASHE

When I need a shot in the arm I think of what Arthur Ashe said about the beauty and bounty of our limitations. “Start where you are. Use what you have. Do what you can.” Remembering that reminds me that tending my own garden is more than enough, that what I have is incredibly abundant, and that my contribution is ample and then some.

2 MADISON, WI

That’s where I’m from and where I go to daydream when I need a good escape fantasy. That’s where I am my best self and my instincts are most pure and free. Midwestern, between two lakes, an anything goes kinda town.

3 MODERN TEXTILES

I admit it, I’m domestic. Love the touch of fabric and yarn. The thrill of beginning. The beauty and precision of construction. The repetition of stitches. Making stuff. I just love making stuff. Dumb small stuff. Out of anything. But especially out of beautifully designed fabrics.

4 STREET FASHION

By way of saying, scissors are my favorite tool. Let’s take something we have and make it into something new. It makes me happy to see someone dress expressively. To share happiness is the noblest thing to which we aspire.

5 COOKS

Knowing them, cooking with them, being around them. They’re hard workers and inspire ME to get to work. To dig deep and to work even harder. Knowing the cook puts the meal in context and makes the food taste good to me. Working with cooks – who know what they’re doing – gets me into a transformative groove.

6 GOOD HAIR DAYS/ILLUSION

It’s not what you’ve got when it comes to looks, it’s what you do with it. I’m into the Diana Vreeland version of beauty – imperfect beauty being the most interesting and beautiful of all. I applaud and admire anyone who can get up and get it together over and over and over. Imaginatively.

7 SNOW DAYS

I almost always feel short on time and I know I’m not alone in this. Time is THE most precious commodity. When we get a snow day, playing beat the clock stops, my mind opens up as time becomes liquid and a sense of vastness in the world is renewed. I feel small with lots of space around me to fill with ideas and that is good.

8 DOUG MICHELS, CADILLAC RANCH

Doug Michels, one of the 3 original members of the Ant Farm Collective, died in 2003. He was my friend and the most brilliant and bold human being I have known or expect to know. Media Burn and Cadillac Ranch are two of Doug’s more notorious collaborations. Ideas drove him and he was a lightning rod for visionary people.

9 INDUSTRIAL DESIGN
NATURE/NURTURE

Things that do a job perfectly and look gorgeous while doing it. Whew. Good design inspires me to work better and harder. To strip away anything unnecessary. You gotta be brave to be plain. And to be simply utilitarian.

10 POTENTIAL/POSSIBILITY

I feel blue when a sense of possibility escapes me. Canned Hams in need of TLC excite me. The Highlander Motel is a building and business that I would love to get my hands on. It has the potential to be a fabulous destination and I’d like to be the one to transform it. Transforming anything from what it IS to what it COULD BE gets me going.

11 TWOFER
My son TEDDY and one of my favorite Brancusi
sculptures

A gorgeous head. Asleep! That slows my breathing, speeds my heart and make me think deep thoughts.

Robertson Davies talked about reading deep rather than wide and that made an impression on me. Raising a child keeps me in one place, and reading deep rather than going top speed in a million directions.

12 MARFA, TEXAS

Talk about vastness. And minimalism. Marfa’s got both. I own some land there, a little more fuel for my escape fantasy. Marfa gives me an intense “sense of place”. Donald Judd’s Chinati Foundation and desolate high desert create awe-inspiring contrasts.

13 ANDY GOLDSWORTHYIs my all-time favorite artist. He uses what is on hand in nature and ordinary stuff is transformed by his sense of order. And then a lot of what he does is gone. Like cooking. Like everything ultimately, actually, if you wait long enough.

14 THE BOTTLE ROCKETS

My favorite band. Need I say more? Midwestern, hard-working, hard-rocking, kinda twangy. They wrote my favorite song, Sometimes Found, which expresses the way I think we all fit in the world, or don’t. When I hear music in the distance, I have an irresistible urge to run towards it.

15 SANDWICHES

I blog. About sandwiches. Sandwiches are simply the conduit for everything in the world. All you need is scraps and imagination. The blog is a vessel for my brain ephemera. A place to put together connections and ideas, words, pictures, people. Sandwiches are a repurposing, upcycling, refashioning food. When I write I’m building a big bad stacked sandwich collage.

16 PATTERNS

They’re everywhere and so pleasing. And funny. Someone spends time designing paper towels. That cracks me up and also warms my heart. Patterns are simultaneously comforting and invigorating for me.

17 SYNCHRONICITY AND CONNECTIONS

Connections, collaborations, repetition and patterns are my emotional skeleton. Here is a sculpture by Ai Wei Wei and a cinnamon construction built to illustrate a story about the healing properties of foods Ordinary objects seen in new ways make me realize that anything can be – and maybe should be – seen in new ways.

18 STORIES

Radio. Where would I be without my radio? Isolated and very lonely. Radio surrounds me and brings me into a vast community.

Stories, context, connections – those are my things in all things. People, food, art, architecture, music… How did you/it/we get here??

19 SMALL SPACES

Small, modern prefabs fill me with lust, which is in itself inspiring. These two are so efficient and so beautiful. Also, anything reduced to the essential blows me away. In Einstein’s words, “As simple as possible but no simpler.”

20 FOUND ART/BEING BETWEEN

Here’s my dad and my son – I live between them, my history and my future. And I think we almost always live in between. In between what life was/is and what life could be. While we’re here we have to keep our eyes open. A vision here from my history –oddly hung, anachronistic telephones, and a peek into my future – my son’s fantasy doodles.

Rage on Sandy. What about lunch?

“It is more fun to talk with someone who doesn’t use long, difficult words but rather short, easy words like “What about lunch?” ― A.A. MilneWinnie-the-Pooh

Lunch is, hands-in-the-honey-jar down, my favorite meal. Anything goes. Breakfast food, dinner food, odds and/or ends, leftovers, tidbits. I can make a lunch that thrills me out of anything.

At breakfast folks are finicky, rightly so, and at dinner there are expectations. Not so with lunch. Mining the refrigerator unearths the most delicious things. Particularly if one is alone. Or making a little something for just you plus two.

Knock Knock By Any Other Name

According to reputable sources William Shakespeare invented the internet. The English language, prose, poetry and knock knock jokes sprang eforth.

Toc Toc to the French, Klop Klop in Dutch, and keep it in Dutch cause klop, says the Urban Dictionary, is suck an icky word in so many ways, shapes and forms. You don’t wanna know.Knock, knock.

Who’s there?

Gorilla.

Gorilla who?

Gorilla cheese sandwich for me, and I’ll be right over.

Mr. Shakespeare started it. Klop him. And then duck cause he might klop you back. Harder.

Knock, knock, knock! Who’s there, i’ th’ name of Beelzebub? Here’s a farmer that hanged himself on the expectation of a cheese sandwich. Come in time, have napkins enough about you, here you’ll sweat for ‘t.

Knock, knock! Who’s there, in th’ other deviled ham’s name? Faith, here’s an equivocator that could swear in both the scales against either scale, who committed treason enough for God’s sake, yet could not equivocate to heaven. O, come in, equivocator.

Knock, knock, knock! Who’s there? Faith, here’s an English tailor come hither for stealing a Croque Monsieur out of a French bakery . Come in, tailor. Here you may roast your goose.
Loose as a goose dnt get me started;
Gon of dem jiggaz when I step up in da party;
Knock knock knock knock;
Dnt get me started’

~30~

I have tried to create a quick, useful symbol meaning “no reply needed” to aid in unclogging email inboxes. NRN didn’t stick, although I stand behind my intention.

– 30 – ,  a tiny little symbol sandwich, is apparently an accepted shorthand meaning “end”. In other words, should I sign off using ~30~ I am indicating that you need not reply. (I took a stab at this with NNR, as well as NRN.) Simple, yes? My feelings will not be hurt, I will not be left wondering, nor will I be concerned that everything is ok.

The quirky blog Saila was my source for enlightenment on matters of cordial email release. Saila explores some theories of the origin of the – 30 – sign off here.

Why end with 30?

I believe the real question is
Why not?

A New Way to Eat

Mike Rhode of ComicsDC , who pitched this over the transom, is so good to me, not that I am singled out or anything. He’s just like that.

A Thrill Divine

You’re the top!

Frequent business traveler Kathryn Alice wishes that someone would develop an app pointing out the country’s best sandwich shops.

“Sandwiches are quick and portable, and I am often on the hurry, needing to eat en route,” says Alice, a Los Angeles-based author and speaker.

Alice and many other business travelers often want a quick bite on the road or tasty food to bring on a plane. But they frequently don’t know where to find a quality sandwich and instead settle for fast food.

Sign me up. Me and my 12-year-old. I’ll pinpoint the joints, he will build the app. In his sleep.

Itchin’ for a Fishwichin’

Around the seas in 18 fish

Shackety shack, summer is waning. Rolling, rolling, rolling into sweaterweather. Remin-missing the seaside, or the seafantasyside, and the bounty that swims there, till it doesn’t, till it is dressed upon a toasted roll and 

EATEN UP!

Thank you, Mr. Kmetz!

Caution: Falling Teeth

Sandwiches rock so hard.

Rock Food – Notify Your Dentist Before Eating!

By George Witham

By Jerry Bones

By Irooshka

Rock sandwich breaks tooth.Tooth chews cheese slice.Cheese slice covers rock sandwich.

Choose Your Destroyer!

 

Thank you to the fine man behind the camera, John Spaulding, for the Rock Alert!

No Phone, No Pool, No Pets

slippery corned beef

brined by this king of the road

carb/umami bomb

Rina Rapuano’s  story in the Washington Post about the Corned Beef King.

Put down that broom and read excerpts here:

buttery corned beef, sauerkraut that cuts through the richness of the meat, Swiss and Provolone cheeses, and Russian dressing, layered on fresh-baked rye and warmed on the griddle

the flavors and texture spoke to the great care that’s taken with the beef brisket. Rossler cooks the already-corned meat for 11 hours, a process that involves slow roasting and re-seasoning it with his own pickling spices, onions and “secret sweeteners.”

roasting the meat for more than three hours in nothing but garlic, butter, salt and pepper let the taste of the bird shine

corned-beef hash topped with two over-easy eggs (food truck breakfast. woot!)

corned beef to fill my frame
means by no means is my name

third boxcar, midnight train
destination…Bangor, Maine….