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1. Not only can Fentiman's Dandelion & Burdock be purchased from Zing! Pizza in Porter Square, it's delicious. It hardly tastes like a soda at all—there's a sort of sweet fruit hit, and then the aftertaste is complicated and herbal. And fizzy. If you carbonated the kinds of tea I can drink, this might be the result. I don't know if it is going to displace their Victorian Lemonade, which is made with fermented ginger, juniper, and speedwell, i.e., awesome, but I would definitely go back for seconds. What I want to try now is their shandy and their ginger beer.
2. The Long Voyage Home (1940) is one of my favorite movies; I discovered it by chance on TCM a few years ago and I have no explanation for its obscurity. The script is a composition of four one-act plays by Eugene O'Neill—Bound East for Cardiff (1914), In the Zone (1917), The Long Voyage Home (1917), and Moon of the Caribbees (1918), collectively known as the Glencairn plays after the tramp steamer whose crew make up the recurring cast—and it improves on them. The cast are a true ensemble who come in and out of focus as the story turns, but of particular note to me are Thomas Mitchell, Ian Hunter, and a not-yet-iconic John Wayne. The cinematographer was Gregg Toland, who used the film to beta-test some of the techniques he would ultimately make his name with next year on Citizen Kane. John Ford directed it in between Stagecoach and The Grapes of Wrath. In short, it is the kind of movie that should be available from Criterion with a print that does justice to its densely expressionist black-and-white photography and articles by people who know more about Ford and O'Neill than I do, but failing that I was very glad to see it screened tonight by the Harvard Film Archive as part of their gigantic, multi-part John Ford retrospective.![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
rushthatspeaks accompanied me and liked it, which made me happy. I never have any idea which likes or dislikes of mine are going to overlap with anyone else's.
3. I watched the opening ceremonies of the Winter Olympics in Vancouver. They made amazing use of folklore, projected light, and puppetry. At one point a fiddler in a witched canoe—a Quebeçois legend—was dueling his own shadow on the moon to the tune of Loreena McKennitt's "The Old Ways." The air was full of fall-red maple leaves. I really hopednineweaving was watching.
4. I had quiche for dinner. It contained cabbage. It was quite tasty. (rushthatspeaks' recipe.) I am not going to dispute this fact, but still: cabbage. Does not compute.
2. The Long Voyage Home (1940) is one of my favorite movies; I discovered it by chance on TCM a few years ago and I have no explanation for its obscurity. The script is a composition of four one-act plays by Eugene O'Neill—Bound East for Cardiff (1914), In the Zone (1917), The Long Voyage Home (1917), and Moon of the Caribbees (1918), collectively known as the Glencairn plays after the tramp steamer whose crew make up the recurring cast—and it improves on them. The cast are a true ensemble who come in and out of focus as the story turns, but of particular note to me are Thomas Mitchell, Ian Hunter, and a not-yet-iconic John Wayne. The cinematographer was Gregg Toland, who used the film to beta-test some of the techniques he would ultimately make his name with next year on Citizen Kane. John Ford directed it in between Stagecoach and The Grapes of Wrath. In short, it is the kind of movie that should be available from Criterion with a print that does justice to its densely expressionist black-and-white photography and articles by people who know more about Ford and O'Neill than I do, but failing that I was very glad to see it screened tonight by the Harvard Film Archive as part of their gigantic, multi-part John Ford retrospective.
rushthatspeaks accompanied me and liked it, which made me happy. I never have any idea which likes or dislikes of mine are going to overlap with anyone else's.3. I watched the opening ceremonies of the Winter Olympics in Vancouver. They made amazing use of folklore, projected light, and puppetry. At one point a fiddler in a witched canoe—a Quebeçois legend—was dueling his own shadow on the moon to the tune of Loreena McKennitt's "The Old Ways." The air was full of fall-red maple leaves. I really hoped
nineweaving was watching.4. I had quiche for dinner. It contained cabbage. It was quite tasty. (
rushthatspeaks' recipe.) I am not going to dispute this fact, but still: cabbage. Does not compute.
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Awesome. I am very fond of ginger beer.
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The cinematographer was Gregg Toland, who used the film to beta-test some of the techniques he would ultimately make his name with next year on Citizen Kane. --What sort of techniques (just asking out of idle curiosity...)
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To the great disappointment of
--What sort of techniques (just asking out of idle curiosity...)
I think mostly deep focus, low-key lighting, and the technique of lighting scenes from the floor rather than from overhead (as had previously been traditional in Hollywood to the point that sets usually did not have ceilings). And I have not seen Citizen Kane recently enough to claim this for myself, but I believe there are a number of similarly composed shots between the two.
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Thank you. I'm always looking for good examples of the genre.
Cabbage gets a far worse rap than it deserves.
She salted it and washed it before turning it into quiche, which eliminated most of the scrunching texture; I think being dissolved in cream and egg did the rest. Nonetheless, usually even the smell of cooking cabbage sends me out of a room, so I was impressed.
Brussels Sprouts as well - those you can cut in half and roast at 425 with some olive oil and a little cheese on the top (~25 - 30 min - look for the outer leaves to start turning brown) and they are unlike any Brussels sprouts you ever had, nutty and awesome and not crying out for vinegar to hide the sulfur.
It's not the sulfur that gives me trouble with Brussels sprouts; it's the fact that the taste, as with asparagus and peas, immediately triggers my gag reflex. I've never found a recipe I could tolerate. But I believe that other people enjoy them!
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I don't suppose they sell Fentiman's rose lemonade?
Now I associate it with long afternoon train rides with lots of open, rolling landscapes studded with sheep and the occasional ruin.
Sounds like a very good set of associations to me!
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O'Neill's, too. He actually owned a print.
Based on your comments, it doesn't surprise me that that might be so.
If you add it to your film festival, please let me know what you think!
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I didn't see the opening ceremonies, as I was at a concert--John Doyle and Karan Casey, who are touring together for the first time since Karan left Solas; Matt and Shannon Heaton, whom I know from Catskills Irish Arts Week, opened for them. I'm glad you liked them, and I'm thinking I'll have to see if I can track them down on Youtube or somewhere.
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defending the honour of cabbagesharing other recipes which, to me, make cabbage enjoyable, but from reading the comments I see that it affects you badly, rather than being a merely disliked vegetable. Sorry to hear of that, and I'm delighted that you enjoyed the quiche in cabbage's despite. And thanks for linking the recipe, which looks lovely.no subject
Especially because of the cinematography, I had really wanted to see it on a big screen. I'm glad I did.
I didn't see the opening ceremonies, as I was at a concert--John Doyle and Karan Casey, who are touring together for the first time since Karan left Solas; Matt and Shannon Heaton, whom I know from Catskills Irish Arts Week, opened for them.
Oh, well. That's a reasonable excuse.
And thanks for linking the recipe, which looks lovely.
All credit goes to
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Thanks. I'm glad to know that you consider it such.
All credit goes to [info]rushthatspeaks, mathematician of quiche.
Good on her! That said, without yourself I'd never have known of her recipe's existence.
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I like that one folk belief attributes it to Saint Thomas Aquinas. I now picture him knocking out the Summa Theologica over a soda-fueled all-nighter.
as does the ceremony. I'll hope it ends up on YouTube.
I would be very surprised if it didn't. Almost anything that occurs in the public eye seems to.