kitchen_kink: (breadmonster)
One of the things that was remarkable about moving into our new place was making a new sourdough starter. We began with flour that had come from our three disparate houses, and that thing bubbled into an absolute sourdough monster in no time at all. Between that, the awesome oven we have, and still more trial and error, I've gotten pretty damn good at making beautiful, tasty white sourdough bread.

A whole grain bread, though, has eluded me for some time. I tried an all-rye recipe a few times, but the loaves were always, if not brick-like, at least somewhat too dense. 100% whole wheat loaves proved equally difficult, even with super-long overnight retards and proofing times, even with added fat. The bread would be dense, grainy, with very little spring if any, and would fall apart when you sliced it or handled it too much.

Finally this weekend I tried this recipe, being careful to watch especially the second video and learn how to properly handle rye flour. I changed a few things - I used white whole wheat flour in place of bread flour, omitted the seeds and the zest, and substituted maple syrup for molasses. I just wanted a tasty whole grain loaf without all the fancy stuff.

Not having a stone cloche baker, I decided to experiment with a technique I picked up from glancing over [livejournal.com profile] meristem's gorgeous Tartine book: baking in a closed cast iron Dutch oven.

The results:












This bread is thick-crusted, with a delicious spongy crumb and a balanced flavor. I am so psyched to make it part of my regular repertoire.
kitchen_kink: (kate brick)
Guys, you may have already heard too much about our revival of 2010: Our Hideous Future: The Musical at the Oberon July 28 and 29.

But I'm betting you haven't seen this amazing promotional video that was recently created for it, complete with the "In a world..." voice.



The new production will have 2 new amazing songs by the talented Andy Hicks, 2010 backup dancers and actual proper dancing courtesy of Alex Nemiroski, and of course, a bar. :) Dance party afterwards in the Oberon tradition, and new art exhibit MC's Hall of Interactive Hideousity!

Do come - it's gonna be freakin' awesome.
kitchen_kink: (kate brick)
Yes, it's true: I will be reviving my role as Kate Brick in "2010: Our Hideous Future: The Musical!", this time at the Oberon, Boston's most painfully hip new theatre space.

The skinny:
TWO NIGHTS ONLY!
Thursday, July 28 and Friday, July 29 at 8pm
$20 table seating, $15 standing room
New songs! New choreography by Alex Nemiroski! New hall of technological horrors! New post-show dance party!
Be there or be...not...so...hideous, I guess.

***
The biggest. most raucous production of this show yet.

"2010: Our Hideous Future," is coming to Oberon, and excitement is high. Have you seen that place? It's pretty much the future right there.

THE WAY, FAR DISTANT FUTURE, A.D. 2010, EAST COAST METRO ZONE A, NEW MALDEN: a time of techno-studded blechhiness. Lonely human freedom fighter Kate Brick plans a last stand against the oppressive Artas, artificial life forms who control humankind through torture, brainwashing, and Facebook. But judging by the complacence of her lover Dehnise Compuserve and the general apathy of her fellow humans, it may be too late.

This near futuristic dystopian cyberpunk musical comedy returns to the stage featuring its original cast of local artists: Kamela Dolinova, Katie Drexel, Julia Lunetta, Timothy Hoover, John Deschene, Kay Coughlin, Ginger Lazarus, Emily Taradash and Will Todisco.

Inspired by the performance space at Oberon, The Unreliable Narrator Theater Group and The Pluto Tapes will update this fan favorite with new songs, staging, and interactive elements known as the MC’s Hall of Interactive Hideousity.

This production will feature the FAC2010: Post-Show Dance Party featuring the DJ stylings of The Pluto Tapes. Music and Lyrics are still by Andy Hicks, Book still by Carl Danielson and now featuring Choreography by Alex Nemiroski.

Tickets are $20.00 for table seats, $15.00 for standing room. Both can be purchased either online at http://www.cluboberon.com/​events/2010-our-hideous-fu​ture-musical or by phone at (866) 811-4111.

Admission to the FAC2010: Post-Show Dance Party is included in the ticket price.

This production is 18 plus.

For more information, contact unreliablenarrator@ymail.com or call (617) 386-9595 or (617) 470-9556.

Updates for the 2010: Our Hideous Tour can be found online at the official show website for
2010: Our Hideous Future: The Musical! (http://ourhideousfuture.tumblr.com),
The Unreliable Narrator Theater Group website (http://www.unreliable-narrator.com), or by following @unarrator on Twitter.
kitchen_kink: (feathers)
Hi everyone!

Now that I know you can see my posts again (jeez!), I want to call your attention to the Kickstarter campaign I'm doing, for those of you who aren't reading Facebook.

I want to direct a production of Shakespeare's As You Like It, which along with The Winter's Tale is among my favorite of his plays. The crazy idea I had was to do it outdoors, right in Davis Square. It would be free and open to the public, directed in a modern style commenting on local concerns, and stuffed full of the talents of all the wonderful artists and makers of creative mayhem that I'm blessed to know.

The dream is coming closer to reality, with a fundraising campaign we're doing using Kickstarter. We're halfway there. But we still need help.

Kickstarter is kind of awesome. It allows creative projects to raise money using crowdsourcing, and lets you offer rewards to people who donate. I spent a whole bunch of time making and editing a video for this project; go check it out and hear me babble about it for four minutes.

Please give if you can - the deadline for fundraising is April 15! If we don't make our goal amount - we don't make anything!

[ETA: Please feel free to spread the word about this to your networks, using this link:
https://www.kickstarter.com/projects/555988002/free-shakespeare-in-the-park-in-somervilles-davis ]


kitchen_kink: (theatre)
Hey everyone!

I just spent the past week and change and a bunch of brain cells putting together this project for Kickstarter.

Theatre@First has just approved a proposal for me to direct Shakespeare's As You Like It this summer. The difference? We want to produce it outdoors, in Seven Hills Park, for free.

To do this, we need to raise money - which is what the Kickstarter project is all about.

Think about how much money you might spend on a theatre ticket, even for T@F - and then remember that this show will be performed free of charge, for the whole Somerville community. Please pitch in if you can.

Go check it out, watch the video I slaved over, and if you can help, please do! There will be rewards for those who help make this happen.
kitchen_kink: (cyberme)
Whether you saw 2010: Our Hideous Future: The Musical! at Arisia last night, last summer at Boston Playwrights' Theatre, or not at all yet, get your fresh hot original cast recording at iTunes now!!

I unfortunately have no link to give you, but if you go to the iTunes store and search for "our hideous future," you should get it right away.

Also, here we are on Amazon!
kitchen_kink: (mercenary)
I got my interview with Christopher Ryan (co-author of Sex at Dawn) published at Carnal Nation!

See it here!

(And you don't have to read it for me to make money. Hehehehe!)
kitchen_kink: (winter's tale)
It's opening night of The Winter's Tale at Theatre @ First!

Of course I'm totally excited about this. But also...

AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!

Actually, I suppose that's just another way of being excited.

In any case, though, it's happening. And it looks beautiful. I mean, look:





(Images courtesy of ccmia)

*big breath of calm*

I hope you'll join us.
kitchen_kink: (Default)
On Saturday, November 3 at 8:00 p.m. at Emmanuel Church, the Back Bay Chorale will have its fall concert, featuring Haydn's Lord Nelson Mass as well as pieces by Holst and Elgar, and the gorgeous "Take Him, Earth, for Cherishing" of Herbert Howells.

I'll be performing in this concert; tickets available here!


At 7:00 pm, Scott Allen Jarrett, the vibrant young director of the group, will be giving a pre-concert lecture. I'm willing to bet it'll be fantastic.
kitchen_kink: (Default)
Still watching the figure skating stuff. I'll freely admit that my favorite thing in figure skating, bar none, is the men's skating. I love, love love to watch the athleticism and especially the artistry of these skaters. I'll never forget Brian Boitano in '88 and Paul Wylie in '92; tonight Viktor Petrenko was helping the judges out, and I was amused ot see how his incredibly bony face has filled out and he looks handsome.

Watching the short program I was struck by Johnny Weir, the rebellious young skater who simply seems sincere to me, and like the kind of kid I'd like to hang out with. But then there was Matt Savoie, who reminded me for all the world of Robin Cousins: introspection, grace, sophistication. His costume was simple and his expressiveness touched by an originality one doesn't see in skating very often, particularly not with the wacky new scoring system, which seems to be only about points.

My two favorite male skating types are the Scott Hamilton type and the Robin Cousins type: the first a spunky, somehat effeminate showman who gets the crowd going and isn't afraid to be silly; the second a tall, lean, serious dancer whose feet barely seem to touch the ice. Matt Savoie is definitely of the latter category; in the former, currently, is the adorable Jeffrey Buttle of Canada, who just kills me with how gay he is. It's very sweet.

I just wanted to make a note about Matt. He's one to watch; I hope to see him again.
kitchen_kink: (feathers)
I had very nearly forgotten how terribly much I enjoy watching figure skating.

It's one of those guilty pleasure things, I guess, but I adore it. I love the ridiculous costumes, I get caught up in the personal dramas, the falls make me gasp and the programs of perfect beauty, when they come, move me tremendously.

Last year, [livejournal.com profile] trowa_barton was awesome enough to record the Winter Olympics of '06 in Torino onto DVDs and give them to me. It's only now that I'm getting around to watching them, while I'm sick with an ear infection. Tonight I have the added bonus of watching them while on Percoset.

Wheeeee!

My favorite dramas so far:

-The Chinese pair who tried a quadruple toe-loop throw that landed the woman on her knees on the ice at full speed, but went on to finish the program and get the silver medal, no less.

-The Italian ice dancing couple who came out of retirement to compete in their home country. After doing a perfect compulsory program and getting first place, he dropped her on the last lift of the original dance. The glare she gave him was unforgettable, and they didn't speak or touch until the free dance. The free dance was perfect, passionate and angry, and at the end she finally broke down and embraced him as the crowd went wild.

-The couple who came back to pairs competition after he fell during a complicated lift, landing her unconscious on the ice. They skated a beautiful program, if cautiously, and you could watch the bond of trust strengthen before your eyes.

-The U.S. ice dancing couple that almost wasn't, because she was Canadian. An act of Congress gave her citizenship 50 days before the Olympics. He turned down a chance to compete in the previous Olympics because he wanted to skate with her, and his patience paid off - they won the silver, only the second medal ever won by the US in ice dancing, the first of which was a bronze, 30 years ago.

I am such a nerd.
kitchen_kink: (Default)
This word, for some reason, is filling me with goofy wonder today - especially the second definition:

gnomon (NO-mon) noun

1. The raised arm of a sundial that indicates the time of day by its
shadow.

2. The remaining part of a parallelogram after a similar smaller
parallelogram has been taken away from one of the corners.


The word is ultimately from the root meaning "to know," which makes sense for the first definition. But the second?

All I can think of is a lonely parallelogram crying out after its fleeing part, "Come baaaaack!"
kitchen_kink: (romantic)
Dear Bernie,

Forgive my familiarity. I saw Wings of Desire at the ART in Cambridge on Dec. 17, the matinee performance, and was struck by the light that seemed to emanate from you as the angel, Damiel. The character's longing; his carnal desire without knowledge of carnality; his combined innocence, passion, and long-ranging yet necessarily incomplete understanding of the world - all of it brought me right along with him: that desire to fully experience, to touch the world, to be Here Now ("and Now, and Now, and Now..."). The performance affected me deeply, and if anything, Damiel's longing and finally, achievement of contact with Reality brought me ever-closer to the immediate, and thus, to the infinite - an irony of the rare non-bitter variety.

I stayed for the post-production discussion, and when you came out to join it, you and I shared a brief smile that was, to me, one of those completely genuine human interactions - as if our souls connected in space for 5 seconds or so in total understanding, then moved on. In a more earthbound sense, it seemed simply to be that you caught my eye accidentally, saw the broad smile of appreciation I had plastered on my face, and returned it, recognizing it as the highest praise. Nonetheless, in the moment I felt a strong, if momentary, connection, such as those we sometimes have when a stranger in the street really looks at us, with none of his defenses in place, and we look back the same way, and then suddenly, it's over, yet we are changed, having opened our doors to another for just a moment. Most of all, though, I could see in that single smile, before all of the things you said in the discussion that confirmed it, that the light I had seen wasn't just Damiel's - it was fully and completely yours.

I finally got around to checking out your blog, especially since your bio indicated you had founded a theatre dedicated to the sacred in art. It made sense to me; it seemed to me that your approach to the character Damiel was based in something that was very real to you, and that your spirit was completely in the role. I noticed your comments on Advent - the bringing of the light to the darkness. I celebrate Yule at the winter solstice, myself, and my tribe and I keep the fires going all night, the longest night of the year, until the pendulum swings back. It pleased me to see echoes, in your Catholicism, of my own spirituality, though my relationship with the Catholic faith in which I was raised is fairly fraught, and I am now Pagan. It is always inspiring to see deep thoughtfulness and criticism coupled with strong belief. Also thrilling to see another fan of Leonard Cohen and Tom Waits.

I apologize if this letter seems obsessive; I promise I'm not a stalker. I just wanted to express my genuine appreciation, admiration, and, in that sense that applies to all humanity as well as to those who simply seem to "get it," love.

Love, therefore,
[dietrich]

p.s. Your last entry asks: "What to do with the beard afterward?" Keep it. It's hot.
kitchen_kink: (Default)
I found out recently that the guy who played Dickon in the original Broadway cast of The Secret Garden was John Cameron Mitchell. A.k.a. Hedwig.

All of my teenage squeeing now comes full circle in perfect gay harmony.
kitchen_kink: (intrepid)
Yesterday at the gym, I had a bit of a revelation.

I was once told that the difference between an intermediate and advanced weightlifter is not time, but a great deal more common sense. Six months is supposed to be when someone working consistently is no longer a beginner, and I'd say that's true for me at this point. But I'll admit that I've been victim to what I'll call "raarism," the visceral need to Lift As Much As Possible, regardless of how many times you can lift it, or how well you can maintain form. This sort of thing, as the more astute of you may have noticed, leads to injury and doesn't even build muscle all that well, except at first, when you see your first big improvement.

I've been improving steadily on squats, in terms of going up in reps. I'm still only squatting the bar, or the bar + 10, but I'm obsessive about my form and I listen to what Krista says. I don't want to hurt my knees or my back, after all. But I'd been wondering why I can't seem to get beyond 100 lbs of assistance on the Gravitron, or 95 lbs on the bench press - even when going dutifully twice a week.

I was on the bench yesterday, struggling a bit with that weight, since I had done William's Patented Ass-Kicking Male-Centric Yoga the night before, and had just figured out how to hold low plank position (woo-hoo!). The shoulders, back and chest were a bit tired.

Suddenly, above my head and to the left, a vision appeared, and said unto me, "Want a spot?" Its gender was indeterminate at this angle, but my first impressions were, in order: Black, buff, older (gray hair cut close to head), wearing red Bally shirt so likely personal trainer and not random gym person trying to hit on me, female. Letting these impressions wash over me for a moment, then taking another to judge how pathetic I must have looked on the bench, I accepted the proffered assistance.

Man, what this woman taught me in fifteen minutes. Turns out my right shoulder is weakened, and when I'm benching, the right side is significantly down. I'm lifting too much weight. I told her about my left shoulder injury of some time ago, and she said it made sense: my right shoulder's been taking up the slack all of this time, and now it's overtaxed. And here I've been babying my left shoulder!

She told me that I should do some kind of shoulder presses, with light weight, before touching the bench. That in between sets at the bench (when I return to it), I should do one-handed shoulder presses, just with my right arm. That before any of that, I should do some stabilizing exercises using a Swiss ball, or an elastic, or the wall, or a light dumbell - all of which she showed me. And that until I feel some improvement in strength, I shouldn't be doing pull-ups or dips, and I shouldn't have a bar above me that I could drop on myself.

It humbled me, and yet helped me. I've stepped up my workout of late and have been doing more yoga, plus weights thrice a week. I'd been aiming for speedy building and strength, and so didn't have a lot of patience with low weight/high reps. (Krista doesn't have much patience with it either, but I was overdoing it.)

After Donna, as this angel was called, finished helping me, she introduced herself. Did I mention she was a tall, square-shoulders, very buff, older, ebony-skinned probably-dyke that I was just smitten with? Oh, to have those biceps! And at the end of it, she didn't even make the slightest attempt to sell me personal training. As she was stacking away some equipment, I said, rather guiltily, "I haven't really been able to afford a personal trainer." She said, "Have you gotten the one free session you get when you join?" I told her I had, ages ago, at another club. "Well then," she said, "maybe we can just sneak you in sometime. Nobody has to know."

I'm going to have to spend a bit more time to do my workouts properly and stop overtraining, but I feel good about the whole experience. It's nice when someone really does their job. It's even nicer when they're wicked hot.

Oh, and.

Apr. 5th, 2004 12:13 am
kitchen_kink: (pleased)
Because it simply has to be done. Because it is the most fucking perfect thing I have heard yet this year.

(Warning, contains much sound. Is, in fact, a song.)

Ladies and gentlemen, The President of the United States.

P.S.: Dick is a killer.

Oh, yes.

Aug. 13th, 2003 05:48 pm
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[livejournal.com profile] ert has gotten hisself a purty 17-inch Powerbook...

...and has indefinitely lent me his iBook for my personal nefarious use.

Oh baby. I have a little laptop bag, too. All my files in one place. iPhoto. iTunes. Wireless Internet. Audio chats. Mmmmm-hm.

Now I'm in trouble. :)
kitchen_kink: (happy)
I finished One Hundred Years of Solitude today, on the subway, then read the last few pages again over lunch. Its ending had a strange effect on me: I was moved to tears, but not necessarily because of sadness; they were the kind of elated tears that come along with a big, unbelieving smile, the sheer astonishment that an author could accomplish what he'd just accomplished, and also the vague sense that he's just had one over on you, but it was a really, really good joke with an important message, so you can't do anything but laugh.

I didn't find any quotations I really needed to have as sig files or anything until the very last section, at which point I found two meta-quotations that I adored:

"It had never occurred to him until then to think that literature was the best plaything that had ever been invented to make fun of people..."

and

"The world must be all fucked up...when men travel first class and literature goes as freight."

Especially considering the trick he pulls at the end, these two sentiments are just amazing to me. I won't reveal the magic key of this book that left me with a big smile on my face. Just read it.

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