Sunday, June 29, 2008

Making a Secret Hollow Book

IMG_2371I didn't want to buy a case for my iPod. And I am never likely going to read the selected poems of W.H. Auden again. I am less sentimental now than in college.

I know, I know. Just saying that makes you want to quote Auden's "Funeral" poem (English majors unite!). I'll save you the trouble by posting it here. Then can we get on with making a Secret Hollow Book?

Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.

Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead,
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.

He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last for ever: I was wrong.

The stars are not wanted now: put out every one;
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood.
For nothing now can ever come to any good.

First, you need a book, glue (I used Mod Podge - something Diahan gave me when I asked for Elmer's glue), a ruler, a Xacto knife or boxcutter, pencil, and brush to apply glue.

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Select a page that you want to be the first one cut out, and save that page to be cut out at the end. (I'll explain later.) Even if you don't want to save any pages at the beginning of the book, you must set one aside for a later step.

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Holding the remaining pages together, brush the edges with the glue solution - enough to soak in pretty well, but not too drippy.

Allow this to dry, but use a spacer so the first couple pages, and the front cover don't get stuck. I spaced mine with post-it notes, and put a bunch of books on top to hold it together.

When dry, open the book to the first glued page.

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Draw out a border around the edge on all four sides.

Using a strait edge and knife, cut out along the inside of the line. Try to make the cut as vertical as possible.

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Continue cutting down through the layers. I found that a box cutter was easier to keep straight. This part takes a long time.

The longer you spend on it, the smoother and straighter the inside edges of your book will be.

Next, brush the glue solution on the inside edges of the pages. Give it a bit to soak in. A little bit of drippiness is okay, as the glue dries clear. This is also a good time to apply a second coat to the outside of the pages with the excess glue.

Brush the rim of the book with a light coat of glue. This will affix it to that one page we saved earlier (and will cut through soon enough).

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Remember that first page we saved? It’s now glued to the rest of the book. Lets all turn there now.

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Cut through this first page with your knife to open it.

When it’s dry, you're done.

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Monday, June 23, 2008

Haagen-Dazs - Round 2

As much I have been tempted to continue the taste testing without Diahan, I must show a modicum of restraint. Doing so would only trigger another volley of condescending "suggestions."

Having covered my keester with the above proviso, it is worth noting that the flavors discussed here were surveyed prior to Diahan's most recent pilgrimage northward.

No wives were offended in the creation of this post

. . . yet. Who knows how I might still push the blogging envelope?

Maybe this will do it.

IMG_2460 How about a photo of our freezer, circa two weeks ago? (Click on it, enlarge it and marvel.) I can say that some of the ice cream was left over from a family party (which we have since cleaned out); but not much. The rest is ours.

The "inferior" ice cream is used only for kids, shakes and Orange Julii (plural of Orange Julius).

Come on over some time and we'll share our not-so-secret Orange Julii recipe.

Cinnamon Dulce de Leche

Cinnamon Dulce de Leche Presentation: Messy. Looks like caramel to ice cream ratio is lopsided - too much caramel.

Flavor Intensity: Overpowering cinnamon taste (not the hot cinnamon flavor, though). If you like cinnamon and caramel, you will love this as that's all it tastes like. You should know beforehand if you REALLY like those flavors.

Sweetness: Jared - caramel is too sweet. Diahan - caramel is only good thing about it.

Texture: Like eating those nasty cooking caramel squares.

Scraping the Bottom?: 0 - 20% chance of finishing the container. We actually gave the rest to the kids. They loved it.

Overall Rating of 1 - 5: Diahan 1, Jared 1

Pomegranate Chip (Reserve Flavor)

pom_carton2 Presentation: Diahan thinks it looks pretty. Well proportioned dark chocolate chips spread out.

Flavor Intensity: While the dark chocolate is a good contrast choice, it unfortunately is too strong for the unique pomegranate flavor. Even if you don't like pomegranates, you would like this flavor. It's too bad it is too subtle, however. We found ourselves eating more (manufacturer's original intent?) just to get a better grasp on the pomegranate flavor - which quickly fades. The aftertaste remains with the strong dark chocolate.

Sweetness: Tart.

Texture: Very similar sorbet texture except for a slight graininess.

Scraping the Bottom?: 60 - 80% chance of finishing the container.

Overall Rating of 1 - 5: Diahan 3, Jared 4

Saturday, June 21, 2008

Bitter Celestial God

I just love that first picture (read Diahan's post below first). Jack looks overwhelmed, Henry's head is coming out of nowhere, and Eleanor is hoping that Henry comes no closer.

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There's something screwy about those photos, however. I can't quite put my finger on it. Oh, wait . . . sunlight! I'm sure the locals had no idea what it was. Did they run and hide? Could it have been some bitter celestial god expecting a human sacrifice, or more importantly, coffee beans?

thesun1 Imagine the stories they can now tell their grandchildren - they survived the fiery light in the sky. It was a generous light, to be sure. For they were each left with a reddening of the skin as a reminder to never disappoint the burning orb again.

The rain god was never so "heated."

*****

Incidentally, I have my own photographs of our last Washington trip - just so people know what is normal.

 

This was from our trip to Mount St. Helens

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This is at the beach (nice catch!)

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Hopscotch at around noon

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Diahan and I smooching (so embarrassing)

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and a beautiful sunrise (I am a sucker for Mother Nature)

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And no, the lens cap wasn't on.

Friday, June 20, 2008

No Place Like Home

I love Washington. Not simply because I grew up here and my family is here. Not just because it is actually possible to run into an old and dear friend at the store (for those of you who care, I saw Sam Grubbs!!!). Not just because it is familiar and comfortable. But largely because it truly is beautiful here in the summer. True, I was worried a bit the first couple days of barley sixty degree weather. But yesterday and today were true Washington summer days. Just perfect temperatures.

The boys have been having a blast. Yesterday we went down to the ball park and hit balls off the tee, some pitched balls, and ran around the bases. We kept enforcing the must touch every base rule, and this was Henry's interpretation. Jack is a fabulous hitter and often hits it over our fence at our house, which of course, is a home run. So, once we got past the fact that he wasn't likely to hit it over this fence, we had a great time.

Then it was down to Borest Park to play on the toys and then throw rocks in the lake.
Today we took a picnic out to the Cowlitz Falls Dam area and went fishing. Jared and I don't fish and Jack has been begging to go for years. So, Papa took him out. At first I thought it was extremely unfortunate that we didn't catch anything, but now I am thinking that perhaps now he will stop pestering us to go all the time... Poor Henry just needed a nap, and then he got sunscreen in his eyes, and an owie on his knee- no, forgive me, TWO owies, and was just a general mess the entire time. And, you guessed it, Eleanor slept.


In case any of you were thinking that Jared is taking a needed break from wife and children, (look at the abuse he takes) he really does the same things when we are home, as this is evidence of.

Wednesday, June 18, 2008

Cloverfield Takes Down Manhattan

cloverfield-1-18-08-poster Cloverfield finally had its day in the sun.

Gone was the competition with indie dramas or classic black and whites. There was no multiple choice, no "but what about . . . Cloverfield, honey?" The dust was blown off the disc and the speakers were practically blown out.

Last night marked the first evening sans wife and kids. Their having flown the coop at 6:00 a.m. left me a lone man in the wilderness, toiling by the sweat of mine own brow - and free to watch Cloverfield.

After a quick visit to our neighborhood grocer (what does he do? Groce?), I was stocked with yogurt smoothies, horchata and Drumsticks - The Original Sundae Cone.

For the Cloverfield uninitiated - I once counted myself among your numbers - this is not your average monster-runs-amok movie. It is so much less, yet more, than that. Call it Blair Witch meets Godzilla - and I have never seen either one of those movies. Blair Witch because it looked dumb; Godzilla because it looked dumb. But add them together and you get le cinema magnifique!

I won't bother with a plot as I have already probably given too much away, especially when you consider how little there is really to give away. (I knew I shouldn't have mentioned Manhattan.)

Fortunately, Diahan was absent. Her place was taken - in the strictest platonic sense - by a neighbor. His wife probably wouldn't have liked it either.

HenryMedIt was loud. There were monsters. It was filmed as if by your own  camcorder (which has an amazing battery life). Lots of screaming. Exploding people. Loud. Dogs and cats living together. Mass hysteria!

We loved it. It is in many ways the anti monster movie because the monster is very rarely on film - to a masterful effect.

If you are in the mood for a popcorn film requiring suspension of all disbelief, I highly recommend waiting until the wife is out of town.

Thursday, June 12, 2008

The Dreaded Transition

Any mother will tell you that nap time is sacred time. This is mommy time.IMG_2491 Weather we work or clean or read or snooze, this is our time. For this reason it is incredibly difficult to give up.
According to "The Sleep Book" (Healthy Sleep Habits, Happy Child), 91% of children are still taking naps on their third birthday.  At age four, about 50% of children nap five days a week, and at age five, about 25% of children are napping four days a week. Now, I love The Sleep Book. But I think these statistics are just plain crazy. Most of the children I know are absolutely positively completely done napping by three and a half at the very latest.

Once you recover from the fact that nap time is gone, it is actually fairly easy to see the plus side of not being tied down every day at a certain time to ensure your child gets a decent nap. Certainly there is a sense of freedom in that.

However, transitioning from nap to no nap is HORRIBLE. I was fairly confident that Henry could nap until he was three. Even now, he really doesn't put up a fuss at nap time, just goes right to sleep. But recently it has been nigh near impossible to get him to go to bed at night. Granted, our children go to bed early. Ever since Jack was one and we realized that he could go to bed as early as 6:30 or 7, and still sleep until 7 AM, we were all for it. It is fabulous. Entire quiet evenings just for Jared and me to enjoy.

But now, since Jack and Henry share a room, Henry not only stays up himself, but keeps Jack up until upwards of nine o'clock. Now, maybe this is fine for Henry, who naps, but this is not fine for Jack.

So, I decided evening time was more precious than nap time and yesterday I didn't give Henry a nap. Now anyone who has ever been sleep deprived can sympathize with this kid. First of all, sleep deprivation leads to bad decision making, like immersing your hands in peanut butter.

Secondly, it makes you grouchy. Very grouchy. I wish I had a picture of him screaming at me during dinner because the "noodles not yummy" and then reinvigorated screaming when I wouldn't help him get paper out to color IMG_2492on while everyone else was eating dinner. I am sure he screamed and cried for five minutes. Then, I look over and poof! he was asleep. Totally out on the floor. 

Which illustrates the third principle of sleep depriIMG_2495vation- at some point your body will take over and rescue those around you from your completely irrational behavior. I am sure every mother on the  council in heaven opted for that feature on a child.

Poor Henry.

Monday, June 9, 2008

41 Flavors - A Haagen-Dazs Odyssey

LED-FreezerCasesWe are convinced that freezer sections in Utah are larger than the national average. Correspondingly, this means there would be a higher than average consumption of frozen foods found therein. Of this, we also have no doubt.

The majority of Utahns don't drink, smoke or unnecessarily consort with the opposite sex. In lieu thereof, Utahns eat ice cream and watch PG-13 movies (while on group dates). And then eat more ice cream.

ICE-CREAMFor some, it is easy to find contentment in the icy equivalent to the blue light special (flavor notwithstanding). For others, variety be damned! It is vanilla or bust! For all of these, we hope to convince you that there is something more out there.

Fast food restaurants have flourished largely due to the consumer demand for consistency at the expense of taste and variety. Anywhere along the fruited plain, you can find a familiar burger. Even the architecture is the same. It is predictable; it is dependable. It may even be yummy.

Occasionally, however, a friend comes along and tells of a certain hole-in-the-wall. The risk of the unknown was borne by another.

Similarly, we present our comprehensive survey of all things Haagen-Dazs: 41 flavors to be tasted and rated. Our goal is to imbue each reader with the confidence needed to look premium ice cream in the eye . . . or, uh, aisle . . . and say, "I know you."

Our first three contestants are as follows:

Sticky Toffee Pudding Sticky Toffee Pudding

Presentation: Naively expecting "pudding" like appearance. Instead, chunks of cake and toffee ribbon spread throughout. Also expecting more toffee.

Flavor Intensity: Cinnamon overtone. Tastes like Coffee Cake.

Sweetness: Toffee on the sweet side, though vanilla acts as good counterbalance.

Texture: Chewy pieces of cake. No shortage of cake. Cake does have "bread pudding" quality to it.

Scraping the Bottom?: 80 - 100% chance of finishing container.

Overall Rating of 1 - 5: Diahan 3, Jared 3

Vanilla Honey Bee (limited edition)

Honey Bee Presentation: Plain, golden color.

Flavor Intensity: Slight vanilla intro followed by intense honey zing. Honey flavor is delicious and lasting. Pure. Very surprising.

Sweetness: Found way to present essence of honey without the overpowering sweetness. Vanilla is all the better for it.

Texture: Normal.

Scraping the Bottom?: 100% chance of finishing container.

Overall Rating of 1 - 5: Diahan 5, Jared 4

Bailey's Irish Cream

Baileys Presentation: Looks like cappuccino. Uniform. No swirls or ribbons.

Flavor Intensity: Strong liqueur flavor with queer aftertaste. Needs more cream and cocoa. Like having added one too many flavored creamers to hot chocolate.

Sweetness: A little too sweet. Not enough depth.

Texture: Normal.

Scraping the Bottom?: 60 - 80% chance of finishing container.

Overall Rating of 1 - 5: Diahan started at a 4 but switched to 3, Jared 2

Thursday, June 5, 2008

What's a Tie to Do?

tieOur office has a fairly strict dress code. This means I find myself wearing a tie at least 5 days out of the week: Monday through Thursday and Sunday for at least 3 hours (our services are comparably very long - but we always arrive late).

Fortunately I get business casual Fridays (Dockers) and slovenly Saturdays (absolute rebellion - I wear red t-shirts with monkeys and smarmy phrases on them).

It's life and I've accepted it. 

Viva 2Though, when we are allowed to skulk away from our labyrinthine fabric covered walls into the great beyond, I am always amazed at how many people do not wear ties - not even bow ties or suspenders. I must assume that either everybody works for an IT department - or on vacation.

Why, a tie says many things, like:

1. I'm unemployed and looking for a job

2. I really want a promotion

3. I am a non-conformist (thin, black ties with film school glasses)

4. I am very powerful (i.e. I can fire you)

5. I make more money than you do

6. I'm on my prom date (the tux rental was too expensive)

7. I'm a missionary (they come in pairs)

8. I'm lost (please escort me back to my office)

9. Our company has an "image"

10. I really think this looks good

11. You can trust me with your money

12. My boss is nearby

13. You should see my matching vest

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Sadly, fewer and fewer people are wearing ties. According to the defunct-as-of-today American Tie Association, only 6% of men wear a tie to work anymore (down from 10% from 2002).

All I can say is, those lucky 94% - someday I will know your joy.

Sunday, June 1, 2008

Captain Blood

Acting on Jared's recommendation, (which I do often in the realm of movies and books) I read Captain Blood by Rafael Sabatini. Now, this, to me, sounded like the kind of book a man likes to read to relive his little boyness (yes, Jared apparently was a little boy once). A swashbuckling tale of escaped slaves sailing the Caribbean at a time when pirating was at its peak. To quote Bernard Cornwell, who wrote the forward to the tale:
To call a tale a swashbuckler is not to pay a compliment. The word was first recorded in the late sixteenth century and meant someone who made a great noise by beating a sword or spear against a shield.
Though nowadays a swashbuckler is a term for an adventure with a great deal of action, this did not really seem like my kind of book. I really can't enjoy a book when I can't picture what is going on, and I know so little about sailing that terms like aft and port and main mast and bow make me skip paragraphs, or possibly even chapters. Likewise, I am not a huge fan of reading about planning of battles, battle strategies, or really the battles themselves.

Because it was my sister-in-law who recommended the book to Jared and, sadly, that one quality this book does have which peaked my interest enough, it is a love story- and I am a sucker for love stories.

And, low and behold, I loved it. Fantastic dialog. Witty and so well written. Plus, the whole battle planning/execution parts weren't lengthy or too detailed, and the sailing jargon was kept to a minimum.

The movie was cheesy as all get out, entirely fitting for this book. I really enjoyed the performances, and it is always fun to see how they adapt a book to the big screen. The movie was produced in 1935- a classic age for this classic tale of good versus evil, of beautiful damsels and gallant gentleman. Though this trailer boasts a new color-dipped version, I would highly recommend the original black and white, as I think when you read the book, you read it in black and white- it is just that classic.
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