Pic of the Day

Just a quick pic for Monday’s sake…

Main Street

Main Street in Bisbee, AZ

We Are Made of Stars

Well the remnants of exploded stars, technically.

This is one of those fantastic truths that we may not think about much in our daily lives, but that, when fully considered, tends to make one stop for a moment and wonder at it all.

The short version of the story, which is accepted as basic fact by scientists and astronomers, goes that every element in the universe heavier than hydrogen and helium was forged in the nuclear furnaces that we call stars. By definition, then, all of the elements that make up our planet, from carbon to iron to uranium were created inside of stars and, since our bodies can only be made of things found on the planet we live on, we are all made of these same elements. We are, in fact, made of stardust!

Rather than try to explain it all myself, allow me to be lazy and let the bona fide geeks do it with video:

Is that not mind blowingly fascinating? C’mon people, are you with me on this? Me. You. Your mom. Your cat/dog/girlfriend/boyfriend/best friend/garden/car/computer/pizza/cell phone/shampoo/shoes/breath. All made from stars. All of it. Wow!

Darn Good Potato Salad

And Old Standard Taken to Another Level

I was recently invited to a barbecue, and thought to myself: self, it’s been way too long since you made a nice dish to share with your friends. You have a gift for making things taste fantastic, so why not take the venerable old potato salad and make it your own? So I did. And here’s how it went:

Potato salad is ubiquitous, so to make it stand out I started making my modifications at the base level: the potatoes. Good old Trader Joe’s offers a potato medley that was just the ticket for a unique take on potato salad. It’s a bag of multi-colored potatoes, including the really cool purple ones, plus the golden and the tasty red skinned variety.

It’s the Little Things

My ingredient list beyond that was more or less standard, but I made sure to include twists and small enhancements in the preparation of most of them, to make sure I wasn’t just making plain-old ‘tater salad.

For example, when boiling the water for the potatoes I salted it liberally so that the potatoes themselves would be seasoned, and I also added 2 large sprigs of fresh rosemary to the water for a hint of herbiness.

I pan-roasted the onion and red and green bell peppers with olive oil, salt, and a gourmet variety of cracked black pepper, before dicing them.

In addition to the usual mayo, brown mustard, pickles, and celery, I added a liberal dose of horseradish paste, and a touch of seasoned rice wine vinegar.

The result: delicious, unique, well-executed, yet standard enough not to be outlandish or overwhelming. It would do exactly what it was hired to do, which is accompany grilled chicken and beer. Exactly what a potato salad should do. No more, no less.

The recipe

  • 2# multi-colored potatoes (any old ‘tater will do just fine, as long as it’s in good shape)
  • 1/4 – 1/2 large red onion, sliced into 1/4″ rounds
  • 1/2 red bell pepper, in large strips
  • 1/2 green bell pepper, in large strips
  • 2 stalks celery, diced
  • 3 small dill pickles, diced (get the good kind, without food coloring. These are inexplicably hard to find at your average grocery store. Why do pickles need to be colored, anyway? Don’t get me started…)
  • 3 Tbsp. mayonnaise
  • 1 tsp. spicy brown mustard
  • 1 tsp. horseradish paste
  • 1/2 tsp. seasoned rice wine vinegar
  • 1/4 cup sea salt (for the water)
  • fresh ground black pepper
  • 2 large sprigs fresh rosemary (optional)

The Method

  1. Add salt and rosemary to about 8 quarts of water in a large pot and heat on high until boiling
  2. While the water is heating up, dice the potatoes into 1/2″ cubes
  3. Add potatoes to boiling water, and cook until tender but not mushy
  4. Drain completely, spread out on a sheet pan and immediately put in the refrigerator to cool down. Rinsing can help cool the potatoes down, but I recommend against it because it will wash away the salt, rosemary, and potatoey goodness.
  5. While the potatoes are cooling, move on to preparation of the onions and peppers:
    • heat a skillet on medium-high heat and coat the bottom with olive oil.
    • once the pan is hot, place the peppers, skin side down, in the pan and allow to brown slightly. Turn them over, brown the insides slightly, then remove them an place them on a plate or sheet pan to cool. They should not be totally cooked, but tender-crisp.
    • do the same for the onions, cooking them only slightly, with salt and pepper. Add a little more oil to the pan, if necessary.
    • spread everything out in a single layer on a plate or sheet pan and place in the fridge to cool down
  6. Finely dice the celery and pickles
  7. Once cool, finely dice the onions and peppers.
  8. Place potatoes (wait for them to completely cool), onions, peppers, celery and pickles in a large mixing bowl and gently stir in the mayo, mustard, horseradish, rice wine vinegar, and fresh ground pepper.
  9. Once everything is thoroughly mixed, have a taste and add a pinch of whatever it may need.
  10. Transfer to a nice clean serving dish.
  11. Allow to sit, refrigerated for at least 2 hours, preferably overnight.
  12. Smile modestly when each and every person at the party comes up to you and raves about your potato salad.

Notes:

  • Potato salad will taste best if left to rest (covered & refrigerated) overnight, or at least a few hours.
  • Feel free to experiment with amounts and ingredients. Other herbs, bacon, boiled eggs, specialty mustards, be creative!
  • My Measurements are approximate, as I very rarely ever measure anything, except when baking.
  • I may add some photos here if I makes this dish again…I was holding this post until I got some photos, but, you know, I need to post something…

What I Listen to Every Friday Morning

So I guess the unintentional theme this week is “music that I rock out to”.

Fair enough. I may as well point you to the source of both of those fantastic tunes that I posted previously.
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You see my good friend Noah has a radio show called “The B Train” Friday mornings from 8am-10am in Bisbee, AZ. A couple of years ago Bisbee fired up its first local radio station in years: a non-profit, community-run, low power outfit with the call numbers 96.1 KBRP LP.

Being a low power station, the signal reaches the local Bisbee area (and only parts of it at that), but no further, since there are so many mountains. Luckily for those of us who don’t live in Old Bisbee, there are these newfangled things called the internets, where signals can be magically broadcast instantly around the world.

So if you want to hear a fantastic homegrown radio show with an eclectic mix of great new music, most of which you’ve never heard before, follow this link: http://kbrpradio.com Friday mornings between 8-10am, Arizona time (MST, never changes). Click the “Program Stream” button on the right and you’ll be rocking out to The B Train in no time.

Aside:

The above artwork was created by none other than P. Eric Waldmann, a fantastic fine artist and another lifetime member of the My Good Friends Club. See more of his work here: http://pericwaldmann.com.

Just to toot my own horn a little bit, I took the artwork (which was hand drawn and then digitized on a single layer), separated things out into layers, added the text and the B and mountain (I know, pretty awesome artwork there…), and eventually created the color separations necessary for screen printing. The design was then printed on t-shirts which are sold to benefit the radio station. Doesn’t sound like much, and I won’t get into the nitty-gritty details, but I tell you it takes some skillz. Really, it does.

Durango = Yes

So I have a pretty good job.

I’m a full-time, salaried graphic designer. I’ve worked hard to get here, and it’s taken a lot of believing during the lean times. While It may be a 9-5 (8-5 with an hour lunch, to be exact) office job for the most part, last week I found myself hiking and running through some of the most breathtaking scenery on earth, taking pictures, getting to know great people, and all of it on the payroll.

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Each year the company I work for has a photo shoot to get new images for their product catalog, which is updated yearly. So, being the designer of said catalog for 2009, I got the privilege of a week-long expenses paid trip to Durango, Colorado to assist with the shoot. Though I am a photographer of sorts, the photography would be handled by a world-class adventure photography team: Patitucci Photo. I would be there to make sure that we got the kind of shots needed for our website and catalog.

Fly or drive? I’ll ride, thanks.

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I was given the choice of flying or driving to Durango, which is about 500 miles to the northeast, so naturally I chose neither. I have a motorcycle and was in serious need of an adventure, so I packed it up and headed north. It was a fantastic ride. I saw some beautiful country, from the Mogollon Rim to Monument Valley, all of which had recently received a good dose of monsoon rain, which showed in lush growth, flowing rivers, and fresh air. I had my usual uncannily good luck with the weather: there were almost always storms nearby, but they always moved off before I got there, or closed in after I passed through.

Mormon Lake, AZ


There’s something about seeing things from the saddle of a motorcycle that is so much more satisfying than a car. You get to pass through and make your destinations just as fast, but you have views in all directions and the air is always rushing by, giving you a taste of what’s around. It could be the invigoratingly wild, herbaceous smells of desert plants in full bloom or a dead skunk, but either way, seeing the country from the saddle of a motorcycle is just plain nice.

On top of all that, the act of riding a motorcycle with skill and grace is a great feeling, especially when you’re taking corners at twice the speed suggested by those little yellow signs—leaning over, taking the perfect line, accelerating out of the curve…

You can disregard that last bit, mom.

Durango

What a great place! Set in a high valley with a river running through it, surrounded by alpine wilderness, with an athletic community and a perfect summer climate, Durango is my kind of town.

It’s a small town to be sure, with about 15,000 residents. Just a bit bigger than my native Bisbee, AZ, and from the looks of the downtown architecture, just as old.

Unfortunately I didn’t get any photos of Durango proper. I know, what was I thinking? I guess I’ll just have to go back…

Hard Work

So once I settled in, my accommodations being a very new and nice horse trailer with living quarters, electricity and a comfy bed, it was time to get to work. I tell you, it sure was tough: work consisted of getting up at sunrise to be greeted with crisp mountain air and amazing surroundings. Then, after sipping coffee and munching a little bit, it was time to start shooting photos.
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After a few days of shooting horses for the catalog, I was free to spend the rest of the week with the Patituccis. They had some work to do, shooting various subjects for their business, and they asked me to be in the photos. That’s right, you can now add camping/hiking/running model to my list of odd jobs! We went to several amazing locations, the most spectacular being the Red Mountain area above Silverton.

durangoFun-1 This last one is a shot from a day “off”, when the photographers were scouting a new location and I was free to explore.
So yes, this was my work trip. It’s OK that you’re jealous. I understand. But know this: I have worked hard and suffered through many low-paying, non-fun jobs to get to this point, all the time believing that I could make a good living doing something I truly enjoyed. And it doesn’t stop here…

Bananas & Beer

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My friends, today I found what I believe to the best possible after run snack, and I felt compelled to share it with you: a banana and a beer.

I’ve experienced the benefits of each one on its own after a hard workout, and they are both fantastic recovery supplements. The banana is an easy-to-digest fruit with lots of potassium and fiber, and beer, well, is in a class by itself. It is the only beverage that I know of that has the 3 key components: food, water, and medicine.

Go forth, my friends, and try this revolutionary combination!


My New All-Time Favorite Podcast

Deke McLelland is the Man

I’ve been reading his books and watching his tutorials on all things Photoshop for years. He’s a bona fide* guru of graphics, and on top of that he’s pretty damn funny. I encourage everyone (even you non-designers might get a kick out of it) to check out dekePod:

“…what dekePod lacks in subtlety, it makes up for in a lack of tact.”

http://www.deke.com/dekepod

Awesome. He ranks right up there with Alton Brown on my list of dorks that I wish I was friends with.

(You can also find it on iTunes if you’re a bona fide* podcaster)

*bo·na fide
Pronunciation: \ˈbō-nə-ˌfīd, ˈbä-; ˌbō-nə-ˈfī-dē, -ˈfī-də\
Function: adjective
Etymology: Latin, literally, in good faith
Date: 1632
1 : made in good faith without fraud or deceit
2 : made with earnest intent
3 : neither specious nor counterfeit

The Eternal Question

(warning: raw emotional content ahead)

Why?

gull11If we know that something isn’t quite working out, why do we keep at it, day after day, month after month, year after year, until finally something gives (again) and we just can’t take it anymore?

Why do we ignore the warning signs in a relationship? We postpone the inevitable, tell ourselves there is a way to make it work, that these basic differences can be fixed. We pretend everything is OK and lose ourselves in day-to-day routine and comfort, thus ensuring that when the paths do finally diverge (and they will), things are so complicated, so intertwined, with so much time and emotion and energy invested, that the reality of parting seems insurmountable, impossible.

Why do we knowingly do this to ourselves? And it is knowingly. As much as we hide from it and push it down, the truth is always there, waiting for us.

These are rhetorical questions, really. The short answer to all of them is, you guessed it, fear. There are seemingly endless things to fear in letting go of a relationship: fear of being alone, fear of emotional pain, fear of hurting someone we care for deeply, fear of losing something that we can never get back, fear of making the wrong decision. Fear of the unknown…what the hell am I supposed to do with myself after 7 and a half years of being with the same person?

So, even in the face of it, when it is undeniably time to make the change, we struggle and grasp for reasons why it could work, concessions we could make, changes that could occur that would make everything OK. For brief, ignorant moments, small feelings of relief and familiar comfort seep in, before being swallowed up by the twisting knot in our stomach and replaced by the dull ache of acceptance. Over and over this circle of dim false hope followed certain grief and despair repeats itself, like waves crashing into the sand.

But this is only one side of the story, one chapter. And while this very real, very powerful and very necessary chapter is being written down, scratched out, and rewritten, another story is simultaneously beginning to unfold. This story tells of freedom, excitement, and joy. It describes following dreams, bliss, and doing what we love no matter what. It details the refinement of our purpose, and the shedding of old, outdated thought patterns. It tells of this incredible gift that we call life.

Lightning!

For me as a photographer, good lightning shots are the holy grail. This weekend, after literally years of not getting any good lightning shots, for various reasons like being out of town during the monsoons, not having a good camera on-hand, etc, everything finally came together: a great storm in the perfect location to capture it, and a great new camera. I’ll write more about this later. Right now I just want these pictures up…enjoy.

The Desert in Full Bloom

The rains have come. The desert explodes with vibrance and life in a brief, intense celebration of that most necessary thing: water.


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