It's... Chess Boxing !
(via Making Light
The iPod starts this work week with:
Well... that's a strange mix. I think it means I hate my job.
Went to the show last night, saw all the famous personalities. The antiques were lavishly presented and the crowd ooooh'd and ahh'd in appreciation. Most of the featured items were in good shape, only missing a couple of details or a little filligree here and there. On some pieces, worn spots were noticable, but didn't detract much from overall value; given the huge market for the material, slight imperfections are tolerated and even enhance the value, to some dedicated collectors. Most items presented were made during the height of their manufacturer's powers and when the style was at it's peak, and so nearly all were appraised highly; the owners were sure to make a fortune. Two or three were of more recent production; and while they showed many hallmarks of the older preferred style, the market for these newer objects is only a fraction of the market for the older examples; the appraisers received these items politely and the owners were gracious and understanding of the situation.
There was a showing of lesser-known material from a lesser-known, manufacturer before the main show, but due to a schedule conflict (a wedding), we couldn't be there in time. But the main show, at least, was great. And I recommend that all who get a chance to see it do so, before they cancel it forever (for real, this time). If you can't be close to the main action, bring binoculars. And if you don't want to spend a lot on concessions, bring a flask.
Here's my ticket stub:
A snippet of conversation you don't want to hear coming from the next cube over:
Beef Burgundy
This is my version of a recipe I got from my stepmother who got it from Good Housekeeping (or something like that). It's pretty easy. Takes about an hour and a half.
1.5 lbs beef sirloin cubes
8 slices of bacon
1/2 medium onion, thinly sliced
1 cup mushrooms, sliced
1 clove garlic, minced
one bottle dry red wine
extra bottle of red wine (optional, for drinking)
1/2 cup water
1 beef bouillon cube
1/4 tsp thyme
1/2 to 1 tsp black pepper
1 tsp butter
flour
egg noodles (optional)
good crusty bread (optional)
Cook the bacon over medium heat in a dutch oven, or large frying pan. Don't burn it! Roll beef cubes in flour. When cooked, remove bacon to paper towels. Pour off most of the fat, but not all. Add beef to bacon fat and brown beef - don't let the flour burn on the bottom of the pan!
When beef is brown (not cooked through, just when most pieces are brown on the outside), add 2 cups wine, water, bouillon cube, thyme, pepper. Stir it up. Let that simmer on low heat for about an hour, stirring occasionally. Eat two slices of bacon. Drink rest of wine while watching TV.
Crumble the rest of the bacon.
In a large sautee pan, melt the butter, add onions garlic and mushrooms. Sautee over medium-low heat until onions and mushrooms are soft. Add onion mixture and bacon to beef. Let that simmer for another ten minutes. Add salt and pepper to taste.
In that time, boil up some egg noodles, or cut up some bread. Serve beef over noodles or with bread.
Drink extra bottle of wine. Watch Alias, holding back screams of incredulity.
We were at the beach all last week, (Emerald Isle, NC, specifically) doing all the things people do at the beach: drink, play cards, drink, play Yahtzee, drink, play bocci, drink, swim, drink, lay out and read, drink, drink, eat, drink, etc.. One day, between drinks, a few of the guys hooked up with the father of one of the women (who is also the father-in-law-to-be of one of the guys) and went fishing on his boat. We cruised up the sound, past Morehead City and Beaufort, and out Bouge Inlet to the ocean, where we bounced around on 5 five foot seas for a few hours, trolling for whatever we could catch; entire haul: one tattered plastic bag, and a sighting of the bouy put out above the wreck of Blackbeard's boat. Though overall a fun time, the wave action and exhaust fumes got to me after a while, and I was pretty green until we pulled into the calm water on the sound side of Shackleford island for lunch - which I just nibbled at while my belly did flips. Eventually, we got back to fishing, but things settled down internally when I remembered that it helps to watch where the boat is going and anticipate the waves, rather than to just get tossed around passively - fuck the fishing poles, let the other guys watch them. Shoulda thought of that sooner.
And, on the way back to the marina I was thinking about Lake George, NY, where I spent many summer days working, when I was in high school. It's a big, deep, cold, historic lake surrounded by mountains; and since it's about halfway between NYC and Montreal, it's always mobbed by tourists in the summer. I used to fish there a lot, mostly from the shore, but sometimes in boats, and I remember the only times I'd see any big waves was when the big tour boats went by. At the time, there were three of them: the Minne-ha-ha, the Mohican and the Ticonderoga (I went to a prom on the Ticonderoga). They did tours up and down the lake all day long; and when they went by, you could watch the wake slowly make its way across the lake, till it ended up as few two or three foot waves - and then it was back to lazy ripples.
Sadly, a tour boat full of elderly people on Lake George turned over today, killing 21 of them. The CNN story I read suggested it flipped in the wake of the Mohican. But the local paper's website says something else:
"There are witnesses (from the boat) who said they (passengers) were looking at another tour boat," the sheriff said.
Apparently, a number of the passengers moved to the side of the boat that was tipping to look at something, possibly the other tour boat, which caused it to completely flip over.
Sigh.
If thoroughness was high priority, I could mention many small crimes which a person might cruelly inflict upon his fellow man; but thoroughness is for another day, and now I willl mention only one: cooking a quantity of bacon to be used later in a recipe without also cooking a few pieces for the attending company to snack upon. A small but pursuasive punishment should be prescribed to dissuade such offensively bold behavior.
