12.13.2011

Hibernation

Ray LaMontagne in his very own fall farmhouse. With a motorcycle, of course.

After a long, lovey, and sort of spring-like fall, winter seems to be settling in for real in New England... not completely unexpected. But it's cold enough that you actually do need to wear proper boots (instead of all those ballet flats that I live in) and it's been getting dark so early that I'm ready for bed by 8 in the evening. All of this clearly means that it's time for a solid hibernation plan. I mean, there are months of this ahead, might as well cozy up and hunker down. All of this hunkering requires a multi-pronged strategy* and one of those prongs is music (this might be under an even bigger umbrella/prong of atmosphere, but let's keep it simple for now).

Though I still have piles and piles of cds, for years now I've just listened to a series of playlists made up of whatever is on my ipod of the moment. But lately I've become hooked on the sort of thing that I don't usually get hooked on: a multi-layered, somewhat ad-filled, super integrated music application called Spotify. You've probably heard of it. You're probably already using it. Or maybe you're a bit like me and have heard about it but are not so sure that you want to get into all of that 'cause once you do, like me, you'll be hooked. And it is sort of great: you can find just about any song that you want to hear and compile an endless amount of playlists. And then (and for me this is the best part) you can share those playlists, via facebook, with friends and they can share theirs with you. They can send you songs and write little comments about them. You can make a special playlist just for them. It's social! You know, in a digital, not actually together togetherness sort of way. And possibly just what you need when you're snowed in and wish that you could be spending time with far away friends listening to your favorite song.


Lisa Hannigan braving the elements

In a hibernating mood, I compiled a playlist dubbed 'Fall Farmhouse', which is what will have to suffice for cozy atmosphere in lieu of having an actual fireplace. Here are a few of my favorites to listen to while drinking mulled wine and knitting a scarf to give to my brother for Christmas...

Lisa Hannigan launched a solo career a few years ago after singing back-up for Damien Rice.
I love her new album, Passenger, especially:
A Sail, O Sleep, and What'll I Do
And from Sea Sew:
I Don't Know, An Ocean and a Rock, Sea Song

Feist's new album, Metals, (with back up vocals by Mountain Man) feels like a cold Maine coastline... is that just me?
How Come You Never Go There, The Bad In Each Other, Cicadas and Gulls

Ray LaMontagne doesn't have something new out, but his music always makes me long for a farmhouse in the Berkshires (just the sort of place where he lives and records a lot of his songs). A few favorites:
Hey Me, Hey Mama, Lead Me On, Shelter

Iron and Wine have more than a few sweet and lovely cozy-ing up songs:
Bird Stealing Bread, Someday the Waves

And this one from Bon Iver's latest album sounds, to me, like snow falling:
Wash.


What songs are keeping you warm this wintertime?

Feist, looking all lovelorn and winter-y


*Other prongs of the hibernation strategy include food, films, and fiction... more on that later.

10.28.2011

TRADE secrets


Food lovers (and Food Network fans) all know that Jody Adams has long had a very popular little place in Cambridge called Rialto... one of my favorite places for small plates, a glass of Sancerre and a platter of oysters on a Monday night. Well, now she's got a new spot, right in my neighborhood and just off the Greenway, called Trade.

Lucky me, I was invited by a friend to join him at a tasting lunch there just last week for a very delicious preview. We tried a trio of small plates and love-loved the curried carrots with yogurt cheese and the chicken livers on sesame crackers (with kumquat jam!). I also tried one of the flatbreads, fired up right there in front of you in the brick oven behind the bar, a lamb sausage with eggplant puree, Manchego, peppers and garlic yogurt combo that was a perfect balance of sweet and savory. But my hands-down favorite thing was the dessert: a Taza chocolate budino with sea salt, rosemary and hazelnut wafer... nothing short of fantastic!

It gets even better: the space is lovely, too. Designed by (my master's thesis adviser) Maryann Thompson, the interiors are crisp & clean, with a warmed up relax-and-settle-in feeling and storefront windows looking out onto the Greenway. I'm looking forward to plenty of after work meet-ups there this winter with friends for drinks, a bite to eat, and that budino for dessert!


Curious? They opened this week... you can make a reservation here.
Have a delicious weekend!

10.13.2011

Highway Romance


I'm certain that it's not just me... don't we all have a bit of romantic attachment to our first car? It's just such a significant teenage time of life anyway and then you add to the mix all that freedom of being able to get yourself from here to there and... the heart soars, the mind reels. The possibilities are endless even if, as in my case, you were just driving around in circles on an smallish Big Island! The proof is in the little bit of lightness and footloose freedom that I feel just seeing pictures of the roadway romances of my past...


Something like my mom's 1968 Ghia... she drove it all over California and Washington and cared for it so lovingly that I was driving it around the Big Island in the early 90s. So low and so sporty... and so loud with the top down and the radio up!

Nearly just like my 'first car'... and a perfect Hawaii vehicle. I drove it across lava fields and into taro valleys with black sand beaches for overnight camping trips. Well used when purchased, but tricked out with pipe bumpers, a fancy stereo system and a huge custom sub-woofer in the back!

Boxy but good: my college-in-New England transportation was bought off a small used car lot near Providence. It came with the extra way-back seat, which meant that I could pack 6 friends and myself into the thing for trips to amusement parks and ski mountains. I covered the back bumpers and windows with typical college-y bumper stickers ('mean people suck', 'visualize whirled peas' and, for a reason that escapes me now, the UC San Diego logo). A very happy Happy Valley vehicle.

To keep the car romance fires burning, Chance has a few covet-able cars in their blog archives ... my heart is all a-flutter over that Mercedes 190SL from their October post!

9.10.2011

Brimfield


Well, I made it out to the final Brimfield weekend of the year and it couldn't have been a more beautiful day for it! After a rainy week, the sky was clear as a bell and the sun was shining... perfect. And I didn't buy a single thing, which was fine by me. It's just so much fun (and then, eventually, sort of exhausting) to stroll through the stalls just looking.
And getting inspired for all of the projects that you could do if you would do them... someday. But when you do, you know that you can find the right bits & pieces at Brimfield! And it was such a nice way to spend a day with friends, the youngest of which, at only 2 months old, is already a natural at this sort of thing.

Tomorrow is the very last day for the season and the forecast is sunny & cool. Take a little drive out there for a lot of inspiration.




9.01.2011

We used to wait


I know that this is going to sound all so nostalgic, and it probably is, but I really miss getting letters in the mail. And even sending real letters, because I don't do much of that either. I used to... all the time... with little scraps of images and drawings and bits of whatever taped to the pages. It was like being with the person you were sending it to, really thinking of them reading it... a connecting thread along a time line. Now I spend quite a lot of time g-chatting with far away friends, and that's great too: immediate and spontaneous and totally informal. But an actual letter: the weight of the paper, the sender's handwriting and pen choice, even the indentations of typewriter keys... it's like a touch, like something to hold on to in a way that you never would or could, even if you printed and bound all of your most lovely emails.

Just knowing how excited I always am to see a letter in my mailbox, slipped in between the coupon fliers and the magazines, makes me want sit down and write a few myself, for old times' sake...


Fruity embossed rhymes

Joe ♡s Jane
Someone found this in a book. A (non-digital) happy accident.


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