Saturday Night, Sunday Morning

(don’t forget to catch me, hobart paving, don’t you think it’s time?)
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I can’t help imagining this song to rain and concrete vistas. New Rail Standard signage, almost, but not quite Helvetica leading the way to the platforms, the faded but defiant logotypes of British Rail speeding past, regulation digestive biscuits and the death of the post-war consensus. It went a bit bleak at the end.

It’s a Saturday night that finds me defeated, annoyed, and utterly vanquished. Too old for this, but still feeling like I should feel young enough not for it to get on my last nerve. All the things I could and should be doing just sitting there glaring, mocking me for my failures. The nights spent not sleeping.

Thoughts of a dry brain in a dry season

Three Years

(ex-pat-tastic, it’s been a long time, since i’ve seen my old friends, but i really love my new friends, i feel i’ve known them a long while)
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Three years. Three houses. Three jobs (well, four technically, but three employers!).

It’s been an interesting period. Lots of changes over the last 36 months, and lots more to come, some very soon. I am very happy that I live in the age of Internet and FaceTime. Home doesn’t seem too far away when I can call any time. Mostly.

Yeah! Yeah! 10th Anniversary Special Edition

(you are the generation that bought more shoes and you get what you deserve)
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Consider this a placeholder post. A post that contains all the possible variations of the post I could make on this day, this day of all days. Of the fear of being a retromancer, as Kieron Gillen would call it. But also of the feeling that rushes through the body every time I hear that firework, a shot against the Wall of Sound, fired by an almost impossibly British amalgamation of Spector, the Manics, the fanzine girls, the fanzine boys.

Of that day in June, 2006, my favourite day in London, a day spent drinking strawberry beer with Forest Pines and Masonic Boom, watching Shimera Curves, and then dancing with Kieron and Alex De Campi in the evening.

Or the day when I saw the advert for their album and they had used one of my lines in my review for their album.

”Karl Marx with a beat. Girls Aloud with C4 strapped to their chests”

I wanted to be Paul Morley so much back then. King Mob circa the end of Invisibles crossed with Morley…but in the end it wasn’t to be me.

And I just can’t help believing, though believing sees me cursed

Even now, ten years to the day of its release, the brazenness of that title, a title that races towards a city of parody before suddenly taking flight and piercing the sky - a title that mocks itself with a knowing wink, but at the same time is more serious than anything else for those three minutes, those three minutes of revolution, of dancing, of sneering, and of looking at everything around, smiling, and digging in to fight the good fight.

This placeholder post isn’t enough. The website, updated for 2014, isn’t enough. I didn’t have enough time, so Adam Curtis is all you get for the moment. It feels just enough on the right side of Sixth Form, but there needs to be more dancing. I’ll rectify that in the months to come.

I’m wondering if I’ve already heard all the songs that’ll mean something

It wasn’t my last song, like I feared at the time. There was a night, many nights in fact, in 2008, when I would listen to Hold On Now, Youngster more times than was really healthy, or that moment in Santa Monica when I came across Tallulah for the first time. And there will be more to come.

This frequency’s my universe

And it always will be.

YEAH! YEAH!

It Rained

(drip drip drip, how much?)
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It rained on Tuesday. That’s something of an understatement, as I have been told that four inches of rain came down in less than an hour. And, as it turned out, most of that seemed to end up on my roof. Coming home to a leaking roof is not a pleasant experience.

One year on, I’ve started turning my eye to what work the house is going to need in the near and medium term. I had already planned on fixing and extending the guttering (when the roof was repaired on Thursday, the contractor said it was likely due to all the pitched shingled roofs sending rushing water down onto one spot, where the concentrated force caused a crack in the flat metal roof below. I didn’t even know I had a part-metal roof, to be honest!), but it’s now a higher priority.

I’d also like to get the rotting and exposed windows in the back room replaced, though over the weekend, this has bloomed into an idea of adding doors that open out onto a hypothetical deck. I can get a little ahead of myself with my plans, so probably best to start out with just getting the broken windows fixed.

And then there’s the crawlspace. When we bought the house, the inspection report said that we should get a vapour barrier installed. So we hired somebody to do that (as well as some other tasks). Unfortunately, he did a terrible job and then disappeared when we tried to get him to correct the problems. A year later and I thought it might be time to find somebody to do the job properly. My first quote involved an eye-popping figure of $17,000. As you might imagine…I’m open to trying to find other, somewhat less terrifying offers.

Also, I guess as the clawfoot tub is not going anywhere, I should try and get the shower attachment fixed at some point…so much to do!

Crazy Crazy Weekend (includes recipe!)

(chamber vacuum sealer, seal all the things, what else have you got, kokyu, have the monsters gone, pre-world cup final pizza, biscoff biscoff biscoff)
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Okay, so there’s times where I might go a little overboard. The idea was that I was having some people over on Saturday night (including a visiting Tammy, complete with her two GIANT DOGS on a road trip), and I was going to try and replicate a favourite from Kokyu: their Korean BBQ spare rib slides with fried tater tots. And along the way, I thought it was also time to experiment with the vacuum sealer. So in the vacuum sealer, we made:

  • Asian slaw
  • Pickled cucumber
  • Compressed watermelon
  • Compressed watermelon infused with tequila
  • Compressed watermelon infused with vodka
  • Compressed pineapple
  • Compressed pineapple infused with rum
  • Compressed mango with spicy ginger beer
  • Maraschino cherries (Whole Foods ran a sale on Friday: $2 for a pound of cherries. My fridge now has 2kg of cherries inside)

COMPRESS ALL THE THINGS!

Compressed watermelon

Oh, and I also used the sealer to help make ice-cream. Time for a recipe break!

Everybody loves speculoos biscuits. And a lot of people love biscoff, where those biscuits are ground down, mixed with fat and soy lecithin and turned into a glorious spread of deliciousness. In the further interests of science, I wondered what would happen if I changed their state once again: from biscuit, to spread, to ice-cream.

The recipe was adapted from Eddie Shepherd’s chocolate ice cream recipe:

  • 210g cream
  • 125g biscoff spread
  • 75g caster sugar
  • 20g butter
  • 115g whole milk
  • 55g egg yolks
  • pinch of salt

It’s a fairly easy recipe, providing you have a chamber vacuum sealer and a sous-vide set up (though probably manageable through traditional means too!). Melt the cream, butter, and biscoff together on a very low heat until mixed together. Blend together with all the other ingredients, pour into a vacuum seal bag, seal to a 40% vacuum and then cook for 20 minutes in a water bath at 82˚C. Chill in an ice bath, massaging the bag a few times as it cools. Store in the fridge overnight, and then churn for fifteen minutes or so in your standard home ice-cream maker. Leave it to set for a few hours in the fridge for serving.

BONUS RECIPE!

Speculoos Inception: Spoon out a table spoon of the ice-cream and sandwich it between two speculoos biscuits. YESSSSSS

speculoos inception: we heard you like speculoos

(if you do have the equipment, it’s worth doing it this way - there’s very little active work involved, you never have to worry about over-cooking the custard, and the ice-cream was favourably received by all, including those that normally abstain from sugar).

And then came a question: what would happen if you put pound cake in a vacuum sealer? We made a sacrifice. FOR SCIENCE.

cake slices, pre-vacuum

It’s…odd. It almost ends up looking like slices of cheese. Surprisingly tasty…and as Stacie pointed out, you could potentially toast it afterwards to make cake crostini. Which make happen in the near future.

cake slices, post-vacuum

Although the dinner went well, one occupant of the house was not happy. Oscar took one look at Max and spent the day hiding, either outside, or jammed tight under a bed. He never even saw Rory, which is probably just as well, seeing as how he’s almost twice the size of Max. As I write, he’s making rounds around the house, just making sure that the scary monsters have gone.

Anyway, I also had to go to Chapel Hill this weekend. Chapel Hill Comics has been my comic shop haunt going all the way back to 2002. They even held both series of Phonogram on a pull list for me when I was coming to NC twice a year, which was pretty amazing seeing as how I wouldn’t pick them up for about six months. The owner, Andrew Neal, has decided to sell the shop on after eleven years of running the business, and today was his last day of ownership (he’ll still be around over the next few months to advise the new owner). So I had to go and say goodbye to the owner of the first comic shop I’ve regularly visited that has lasted longer than six months (I…had a very bad record in the 90s to the point where I felt bad visiting any).

Also, lunch at IP3. It is never a disappointment, but today, at 12 noon, it was already full of Argentina fans with drums, dancing, and singing. Plus four Germans in the corner looking a bit sheepish. I’m guessing that a few hours later, the Germans had a little more to smile about…

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