Saturday, December 25, 2010

Is Life a Series of Circles?

No, I think it's more like a series of connect the dots.

Friday, December 24, 2010

The best thing about Christmas?

FOOD :-)

Tonight my mother made a roast, so I made a side dish.

I came across this recipe for a savory bread pudding a few weeks back on www.allrecipes.com when I was looking for something to take to a Holiday Party Pot Luck but it just wasn't right for the occasion. Tonight however seemed perfect for this Blue Cheese Bread Pudding:

Ingredients

  • 4 tablespoons butter, softened
  • 1 onion, chopped
  • 3 cloves garlic, minced
  • 20 ounces cubed French bread
  • 1 pound blue cheese, crumbled
  • 5 eggs, lightly beaten
  • 5 egg yolks
  • 3 cups heavy cream
  • 1 tablespoon salt
  • 1 tablespoon ground black pepper

Directions

  1. Melt the butter in a skillet over medium-low heat, and cook the onion and garlic 20 minutes, until soft and golden brown.
  2. Arrange 1/2 the bread cubes in the bottom of a 9x13 inch baking pan. Layer with 1/2 the blue cheese and the onion mixture. Top with remaining bread cubes and cheese.
  3. In a small bowl, whisk together the eggs, egg yolks, heavy cream, salt and pepper. Pour over top layer of bread cubes in pan. Set aside for 30 minutes.
  4. Preheat oven to 375 degrees F (190 degrees C).
  5. Bake pudding 40 minutes in the preheated oven. Cover pan and continue baking 15 minutes, or until set and golden brown. Allow to sit 15 minutes before serving.

Amount Per Serving

Nutritional Information
Blue Cheese Bread Pudding

Servings Per Recipe: 12

Amount Per Serving

Calories: 567

  • Total Fat: 41.5g
  • Cholesterol: 294mg
  • Sodium: 1499mg
  • Total Carbs: 31.1g
  • Dietary Fiber: 1.4g
  • Protein: 18.8g

It sure is not the healthiest side dish, but it is DELICIOUS! I made the recipe exactly as called for but the cheese was too heavy. Blue cheese is one of my favorites, but even a lover of this cheese can have too much! I suggest using 1/2 the amount of blue cheese called for (a gorgonzola works nicely).


Then it was off to preparing Christmas Morning Breakfast. Every couple of years my mother brings out the family sticky bunt cake recipe to cook up for special mornings. It has to be prepared the night before so while I was shopping at the grocery store earlier today I called my mom up and suggested we make it for tomorrow, because it's time I learn how it's made!


Surprisingly enough, the recipe had a secret ingredient I NEVER would have guessed! Butterscotch pudding mix :)


Ingredients


About 20 or so frozen dinner rolls (Rhodes brand works nicely).


3/4 cup brown sugar.


1 tablespoon cinnamon.


1 stick of butter.


1 Package Butterscotch pudding (stovetop, not instant).


Pecans.


The night before baking, chop pecans and place at the bottom of a buttered bunt cake pan.


In a sauce pan place pudding mix (without the other ingredients listed on the box) and 1 stick of butter. Melt together on low heat. Add brown sugar and cinnamon.


Place frozen rolls on top of the chopped pecans and poor butterscotch mixture over frozen rolls. Let sit in a warm place overnight so the frozen dough will rise. Bake at 350 the next morning for 30 minutes.


Enjoy :) and Happy Holidays,

Alex


Tuesday, December 21, 2010

Lunar Eclipse on the Winter Solstice

I bend my arm at the elbow

When you say my name

I feel the clouds above.

Tonight is the darkest night

In 300 or so years

But everyone else watches shadows

on the moon from clearer skies –

AJ from Georgia knows we are high

Because you told him

And we eat two dollar waffles at the

Waffle House

While he tells us about E

And his rage

For those high schoolers doing

Drugs in the bathroom

And the others,

recording us on flip camera;

I rotate my wrist

Spread my fingers wide

My palm is opening between

The knuckles.

You are not

And I am not

Listening,

Anymore.


-Alex

The Three Goats Update

I stopped into Three Goats Cafe tonight for a latte. The whole decor was different: no comfy chairs around the fireplace, half a wall of art for sale has been replaced by hundreds of boardgames for sale (but none are available to play while drinking your coffee).

I think they've changed management and the new owner has a vision thats less chill and relaxed than the previous owner. There is obviously less concentration on local artists...I'm pretty sure the cafe doesn't even have live music on Friday nights anymore (but let me double check that...).

Sigh.

What a disappointment.

But hey, the espresso is still fantastic.

-Alex



Tuesday, December 14, 2010

Adorable Gifts!

Disney Couture Tinkerbell egg ring -- $29.99 on Sale


Diana F+ Camera -- Priced between $99 and $105

Anything from Komodocat - But I especially love the Ninja Cufflinks for $15.00

Here's something a bit festive: Gnome House? by littlereddoor - $19.00



Thursday, December 9, 2010

The Three Goats

Every time I think about going home for the Holidays to Mooresville, NC I cannot think of any reason I will enjoy it. I did not grow there and I have never lived there, but each short visit I have made down to my family's new home hasn't been as awful as I expected. Today I was thinking about reasons Mooresville might be a pleasant change from life in Washington, DC, and I came up with one really good answer to my question: The Three Goats, a local coffee shop next to the Harris Teeter where my mother shops for some of her groceries (the rest she picks up from a local farm, which I've been meaning to get the name of).

The Three Goats cafe is a pleasant surprise in a town home to NASCAR. I just never would have guessed that fine espresso or the coffee shop scene would be able to mix so well into the race car fanatic, Mooresville area. The Three Goats is a great place to enjoy local artists' work, up for sale, and on Friday nights, live performances.

Here's a snapshot from my old phone (RIP) of a piece of art I just couldn't stop myself from staring at last time I visited.


If you ever find yourself in Mooresville, NC, make sure to check this place out for a nice Agave Latte (sweetened with agave nectar) or a nice European Breakfast (a double shot of espresso and a croissant, although as my fiance likes to say, a European Breakfast is a double shot of espresso and a cigaret. To each his own, hey?).

Cheers,
Alex

Tuesday, December 7, 2010

First Encounters

I'm always shocked at what people who meet me for the first time think.

My most recent new encounter has come up with this description:

"I mean, like meeting you was kind of like if you looked really close at a painting to see the brush strokes and as you leaned in the person in the painted punched you in the face. I dont think this should sound like a bad thing."


Thanks, Pete Moran; Rockaway, NJ.

Reality is Reality: Final Film for Film and Video Production One

Here's my group's final film, Reality is Reality, in Film and Video Production One at American Univeristy, with Professor Russell Williams.

The film is a mockumentary/reality tv show film about an amateur student film crew, who follows the story of a student professional actress and her roommate as they get to know a new addition to their suite in the dorms. What happens when the new roommate isn't who she says she is?


-Alex

Wednesday, December 1, 2010

Stop Motion Animation by Pahnl

Nowhere Near Here from Pahnl Whatnow on Vimeo.

What a revolution. Street art and multimedia. I believe the music is by Royksopp.

The Soapiest

In Film and Video Production One we had to film a soap opera scene that airs on the television in the background of a scene in our final film (a film within a film). Final film to follow in the next few days :)


Soap Opera from Jesse Medalia Strauss on Vimeo.



-Alex

Censorship at the National Portrait Gallery

Check out what's being censored:
Fire in My Belly

The above video was banned from display at the National Portrait Gallery and Museum of Modern American Art.

http://www.tbd.com/blogs/tbd-arts/2010/11/glbt-portrait-gallery-exhibition-attracts-conservative-anger-5266.html

http://www.washingtoncitypaper.com/blogs/artsdesk/visual-arts/2010/11/30/stand-off-at-the-national-portrait-gallery/

However a private gallery has decided to show the piece instead: http://www.washingtoncitypaper.com/blogs/artsdesk/general/2010/12/01/transformer-steps-up/


Also, the artist, David Wojnarowicz, was censored on WORLD AIDS DAY when he himself died of AIDS.

Dialogue, please.

-Alex

Monday, November 29, 2010

"there are power lines in our bloodlines"


My poetry has a style like that of writing out lists.


The first time I smoked a cigarette, it

was a Marlboro Red.

It was Garden Grove, CA

the apartment alley

4 high school girls.

An 18th birthday

and a pack of cigarettes--

Celebration.

Now I sit in a cove of brick buildings

inhaling slowly on a handmade replica.

One time a day, only at the moment

when blue bathes in

a color of babies’ skin

do I inhale.

It is only when I come home

from sitting silent in class discussions (cut discussions?)

that I pull the paper between

fingers [create] --

You on my mind:

Books, smells,

your hair against my palms

cheeks touch,

future--

We are

together when trees

start to warn us

of the chill

falling from above.



{i write because i feel like it needs to be written, not because i want to make some great literary masterpiece or statement

they are first solid bursts of inspiration and then edited down like one would shape the leaves of a tree with a chain saw}


Colors of Glass

I used to dig up different colors from the ground.

When I was a kid

they were all over

my grandparents’ yard—

They had an old telephone pole

just laying around

up against a

giant avocado tree

and when you climbed up that pole

it was like a ramp

into a forest

of avocado leaves—

There I was

above the jewel

spotted

dirt.



Sunday, November 28, 2010

Fashion Gift to Myself Black Friday 2010?

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A $48.00 pair of black Madwell velvet leggings with gold zippers up the side:
form fitting,
flattering,
soft,
and warm (a pleasant surprise)

#checkitout

-Alex




Wednesday, October 13, 2010

Beautiful Wallets and Clutches

http://www.etsy.com/shop/sienahansen

I am obsessed with these...so cute!
http://dcist.com/2010/10/photo_of_the_day_october_12_2010.php

:p

I like this. Mostly because scrabble paired with lazy afternoons in the city are two of my favorite things.

Monday, September 20, 2010

The Other City

Check out the documentary "The Other City" about HIV/AIDS in the District.

Official Website:

http://www.theothercity.com

Find showtimes at the Landmark E st. Theater here:

http://www.google.com/movies?hl=en&sort=1&ei=AZyXTLOYK8WBlAfIxO25Bw&near=bethesda,+md,+usa&mid=6b727fad25281762

Below is a link showing you how to get involved in the national photo essay "A Day with HIV in America" happening tomorrow (Sept. 21st)!

http://www.adaywithhivinamerica.com

-Alex

Saturday, August 7, 2010

Is this what it was like to be a groupie in high school?

Q:
She traded them:
Notebooks and
Black bras
Hoodies in the backseat of a grey
Volvo?
A:
Obviously it's not like that for everyone.
For instance
I traded my bra in the back of a honda
not a volvo.

Credits to Habib Awan for the answer.

Cigarettes

The smoke breathes in my lungs
life, which will kill me.
And I am not afraid
but content with this—
with feeling as good as I can
until the death awakes.

Thursday, June 3, 2010

This is an Angsty Place to Start

I haven't written poetry in a long time. I stopped about the time my cousin passed away; life got too crazy, I let the things I enjoy in life go. This is only a draft, but I figure starting with the angst, the death of my cousin, is one way to overcome what I have let eat away at me for more than a year.

Untitled 1 (for Skye)

most often I parked at the curb
used the front door
avoiding garage
and room where you stayed—

nine months pregnant
terminally ill—
cancer of skin
metastasizing to your heart and breasts
every tissue
except brain—

and I remember a day I brought In-N-Out
for lunch—
the mistake to walk past your room
to not park at the curb;
and you smelled grease
and meat,
the perfect browned bun.

all you probably wanted:
to eat carcinogenic meals
a room and a week for
settlement into an end
of colors and smells and tastes:
no tainted hospital
stark white
and bland—
these days, for you
became days for everyone else.

Sigh.