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Restaurants owned by people and not corporations have something I love: The Joy of Casita Azteca

Posted in Adventures and Interludes, FOOD & RESTAURANTS, Life Performance Art, Music, Poetry, The meaning of life on May 5, 2010 by Admin

The Front of La Casita Azteca as seen from Cottage Street

People will complain about jobs being farmed out to India or being replaced by machines, the corporate white-collar crime stats, the overuse of fossil fuels, shipping costs, and etc; and will advocate buying locally and this or that, but then will go to chain restaurants, not keeping in mind that for starters you are getting mass-produced meals assembled by ‘chefs’ who follow corporate mandates to reduce the number of mushrooms on your pizza- which are shipped across the country in 18-wheelers – so as to increase the national or worldwide profit margin by another million(s), which will ultimately go toward corporate salaries and private jets. Essentially your meals are prepared fiscally by suits in big offices with expense accounts bigger than our annual incomes and who jet about checking on said numbers of mushrooms on said pizzas, at chains around the country.


And, as seen from the side parking lot, once one drives through the parking lot between De Grandpre Jewelers and the Sunrise Bakery

Yet there still exist, somehow, real restaurants with real food prepared on the premises, with care, often with locally-grown ingredients, and which are owned and operated by people like you an me (except that they have restaurants, so there’s that), and so I try to stick to such places, for enjoying a lovely meal, and spending my real, organic dollars on such choices. No franchises, chains, fast food, restaurants owned by a “Management Group” or the like.

And, for Cinco d Mayo, Casita Azteca is having a celebration in their lovely front garden with the pretty lights, colorful flags, flowers and vines, with live music and fun! So maybe give it a try? It’s conveniently located on Cottage Street (Route 141)  in Easthampton, next to De Grandpre Jewelers, across the street from The Brass Cat, and has free parking out back.  Affordable, delightful, delicious, musical outdoor fun!

Would it not be lovely if we all patronized local establishments when possible and thus supported mere fellow human beings trying to make a living like ourselves? before the entire world becomes one large corporation.

Excellent food, amazing atmosphere, happy times, at Casita Azteca. Always.

For $10 you can be in a Kinks Reunion Movie

Posted in Adventures and Interludes, Documentaries, Life Performance Art, Music, Popular Culture on April 5, 2009 by Admin

In a way…  click here.  See for yourself.

Geoff Edgers, in his Kinkumentary

Geoff Edgers, in his Kinkumentary

Get The Kinks out (of scatter/splitdom)

Posted in Activism?, Communication, Documentaries, Life Performance Art, Music, Popular Culture, The meaning of life with tags , , , , , , , , , on April 1, 2009 by Admin

One man is trying to complete a Kinks documentary and also get The kinks together. See that one man’s youtube video of work done on the film to date. Help that film. Read on…

Geoff Edgers, in his Kinkumentary

Geoff Edgers, in his Kinkumentary

“Do you believe in helping in my bizarre but hopefully entertaining quest to reunite the Kinks – and to capture it on film? Or do you simply want to get your name on the thank you section as the credits of a film scroll down the screen? Here’s your chance. We’ve been filming my quest for almost year. We’ve filmed Sting, Zooey Deschanel, Brian Wilson, Paul Weller, Robyn Hitchcock, among others. But we need about $5,000 to finish filming and editing in the next few weeks. Anything helps! $2, $5, anything. And for $200, you’ll be listed in the credits.

Here’s a clip: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mosQ3dp0pUY

You can paypal me at: gedgers@mac.com And thanks!”

People Got a Lotta Nerve

Posted in Activism?, Animal Stuff, Music, Special People, The meaning of life with tags , , , on January 15, 2009 by Admin
Ms. Martha

Ms. Martha

Meet Ms. Martha. She is my new dog. I got her for a holiday gift from my friend Maureen in Salem. We’ve not yet met, but Ms. M and I have bonded psychically. We talk about philosophy and aged gouda, snips and snails and sushi caterpillar rolls, oh!, how we luagh. Ms. Martha does a really adorable trick which I call the Step, kick, twirl, curtsy. Ms. Martha is smart and coordinated.She likes bedtime stories and pedicures, but does not like parades.

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Neko Case, with her very cool name and some very cute dogs.

Ms. Martha lives at Best Friends (.org) in Utah and I am going to send her a care package with toys, and treats, and a cat to chase. I am her sponsor, thanks to Maureen.

So this places me on their mailing list and today I got one about how Neko Case will make a donation to BFs for every blog that posts her new song, People Got a Lotta Nerve. So here it is–>people_got_a_lotta_nerve

Of course the last time I offered up songs for free here and here it was a non-rousing success which I don’t get because I am always into free songs to download from safe places but.. whatever.

Some of the dogs up for adoption were rescued from that nasty, nasty man, Michael Vick, who I vaguely recall that I once compared to that irresponsible mining guy and Paris Hilton.  <–Clearly I don’t get a lot of things. It’s a way of life. Or maybe it’s a life choice.

Ms. Martha said the day that Neko came to visit BFs in Utah she was very nice and smelled good.  That could mean she had just rolled in roadkill or had just showered, because with Ms. Martha you just don’t know.

Speaking of animals, the stray cat that lives in the hallway outside my door is no longer an orange blur; now I sometimes get to view her and we talk. She knows there is a male cat across the hall and she sits on the welcome mat (taking it literally I think) and cries for him. His name, according to me, is Poopie Jones. He is flattered. At this rate, in another 6 months I might get to pet her. And I still brave this painful weather to trudge out to the garden every morning to put out food in my makeshift feeding stations for the 5 strays in the garden and the Opossum. but Opossum dude needs to go on a diet because his caboose is about to derail the whole train, hence the capital O. Just an update.

You may not have a car, at all…

Posted in Music, Thoughts on January 12, 2009 by Admin

Monday Morning Music Gift– FOR EVALUATION PURPOSES ONLY (click link below and ‘save as’)

William DeVaughn – MP3–> william-devaughn-be-thankful-for-what-you-gotbe_thankful_for_what_you_got

Though you may not drive a great big Cadillac
Gangsta whitewalls
TV antennas in the back
You may not have a car at all
But remember brothers and sisters
You can still stand tall

Just be thankful for what you’ve got
Though you may not drive a great big Cadillac
Diamond in the back, sunroof top
Diggin’ the scene
With a gangsta lean
Gangsta whitewalls
TV antennas in the back

You may not have a car at all
But remember brothers and sisters
You can still stand tall
Just be thankful for what you’ve got

Diamond in the back, sunroof top
Diggin the scene
With a gangsta lean, wooh-ooh-ooh
Diamond in the back, sunroof top
Diggin the scene
With a gangsta lean, wooh-ooh-ooh
Diamond in the back, sunroof top
Diggin’ the scene
With a gangsta lean, wooh-ooh-ooh

Though you may not drive a great big Cadillac
Gangsta whitewalls
TV antennas in the back
You may not have a car at all
But remember brothers and sisters
You can still stand tall

Diamond in the back, sunroof top
Diggin’ the scene
With a gangsta lean, wooh-ooh-ooh

For Evaluation Purposes Only

Posted in Music, Recipes, Science?, The meaning of life with tags , , on January 4, 2009 by Admin

HAPPY NEW YEAR GIFTS FOR YOU! FOR EVALUATION PURPOSES ONLY.

I was at a loss as to what to get you all for a Holiday/Good Luck/Happy New Year gift so, I looked around and decided on a goodie bag of recipes and music because I have that stuff around and can share it here. If you like the music I will regularly rotate in new music. I have a lot of Ottmar Liebert and Barry White which is just love to hear.  XoXo

Ok, this one was finished by the testers and is waiting to be made into a new batch but you can get the picture. And of course I had to pose it in front of a new piece I made.

Ok, this one was finished by the testers and is waiting to be made into a new batch but you can get the picture. And of course I had to pose it in front of a new piece I made.

I have been concocting my own pear liqueur which I call Pear MOscato. Simple. Buy Moscato. Buy Bartlet pears. Sliver them up and put in bottles of Moscato. Leave at room temp for a week, shaking once a day, and then refrigerate. Then you have a pearishly delicious, sweet dessert wine with no high fructose corn syrup! Seriously, have you looked at the labels on bottles of liqueurs in stores? Even Bailey’s Irish Cream has HFCS. And all those flavored vodkas? Fake flavor, HFCS.

My Pear Moscato is organic. And this is not an endorsement to drink alcohol, these recipes are FOR EVALUATION PURPOSES ONLY. I’ve had my days; now I am mostly a one glass of wine a month gal, as alcohol wreaks havoc with my neuropathic meds (neuropathy is different then neurotic-y). So that one glass has to be good.

These two are fermenting. yes, ugly labels. Sigh.

These two are fermenting. Yes, ugly labels. Heavy, dramatic sigh.

I made a pear chocolate cake the other day in my Easy Bake Oven. Actually it’s a toaster oven but still, it has about the same technology as did my Kenner Easy Bake Oven which I LOVED.

My grandfather would eat all my concoctions from that little pink oven. Even the vanilla cinnamon cake I made once; he ate the whole thing without flinching and only later did we realize that, since I could not yet read, I had taken the thing from the cabinet which most resembled cinnamon and sprinkled it all over the top which was, in fact, paprika. Evidently I was still learning my colors.

My Kenner Easy Bake Oven. Wow, is all I can say.

Me, Cooking, ca 2008. No, really---My Kenner Easy Bake Oven. Wow, is all I can say.

Anyway, for my cake that I made  (for a friend’s birthday) I had to cook all the layers separately in a rectangular pan, and then caramelize the pear slices, and then build the whole thing and soak it with my homemade Pear Moscato (Liquors 44 was out of pear liqueur and I only do one errand stop per day; Agoraphobia is the mother of invention) and top it with creme fraiche. That little Easy Bake oven worked for hours! This is my version of a rum cake, or maybe a variant of that Harvey Wallbanger Cake that was so popular at my parents’ parties in the 60s. This is hereby called a Moey Pearbanger Cake.

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This is one I made with twigs and berries from the garden. In this pic I have not yet removed the vessel.

Another fun thing that I learned from a friend is to freeze a bottle of vodka into a container to bring to parties and make a lovely splash and also provide the conversation piece/centerpiece/perfect chilled-ness. I loved the one she made with flowers frozen into it so I made a few, but I had no flowers. You just put the bottle in a container, add miscellany, freeze deeply and itallically, and then after a minute or two at room temp the container will slide off and you can set the little ice sculpture/decanter in a dish and pour and drink, and repeat.

Your hands will get chilly though, gloves might be needed for pouring.

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The Burn Barrel Version Vodka Container Fabulaire.

Then I decided to make the back alley version of this fabulosity, and so I put a bottle in a brown paper bag, crunkled up the bag around the neck of the bottle, and put the whole thing in a bucket with water inside and outside the bag. I thought it rather clever, especially for around a bonfire or burn barrel.

And then, digging around in the digital goodie bag I made for you, I chose 5 random songs FOR EVALUATION PURPOSES ONLY. Of course you can right click, ‘save as’, and step, twirl, all FOR EVALUATION PURPOSES ONLY, so as to evaluate in the privacy of your home. And for a limited time only because I can only afford to lease so much extra GBs for this blog. Act Now! These Mp3s might be deleted later.

One of my most brilliant photoshop moments ever. I am so in trouble for this.

One of my most brilliant photoshop moments ever. I am so in trouble for dredging this up again.

I grew up on Herb Alpert, which I listened to in my little girl scout apron while Julia Child-ing with my Kenner Easy Bake Oven so I sorta love him.
-Herb Alpert – Green Peppers

I also grew up on Barry White, but that was later. This is my car’s favorite song. My dashboard lights up purple, to go with this song. Barry White, Love’s Theme

Oh and knowtoryous-bomberclaad-joint-kd-session. Every fucking car trip as kids we’d beg to sing “You Are My Sunshine” or some such thing but nooooo… we’d be all driving down the road singing along with Knowtorious, singing, “bOomberclaaaaaad, Boomberclaaaad, blah-di-blah-di-blah, di blah … Bomberclaaaad…” because no one really knows the lyrics to that.

Ditto Dj Cesar… Blu Mambo/DJ Cesar – Big Nowhere

And lastly, Henri Salvador, who was the silly little French guy always hanging around the kitchen, singing fruity little love songs while I baked. We never knew a thing he was saying.

Enjoy! May the breadcrumbs you leave behind as you traipse about in the new year be little bits of pleasantries, spread everywhere you go.

My broken leg and Mr. Lif at Pearl Street

Posted in Activism?, Adventures and Interludes, Music, Radio Show Stuff, Thoughts with tags , , , , , , on November 17, 2008 by Admin

Scroll down more and more to read about a great show this Friday night at pearl street featuring Mr. Lif. I am meandering to it…

This is my right leg on ski accident.

This is my right leg on ski accident. Click for larger view. Although, it is sort of nauseating.

So, I was just this past weekend telling friends about one apartment on Newton Street in Brighton that came with alarmclockicity. Actually lately it’s all memory lane blathering with me, as I recently had to move some boxes out of storage, that I last packed in Boston in 2002.

Among my Boston things I found my X-rays and titanium rod from my skiing accident in 1991 which I wrote about with pics here. When I made that post I did not have the X-rays. So I have them now and I held them up to the light and took some fairly reasonable pics right before I popped the flash card out of my camera and into my water glass. I hope it dries out and still works. Shit.

Anyway–this is a “before” shot from the hospital. Then I had the choice of a cast from the thigh to the ankle for 6 months and a subsequent cast from the knee down for another 4 months and the math made me crazy so I opted for the surgery and the lovely piece of forever yours, inside and out, titanium “pin”. I call it a rod though as it is 14 inches in length.

The funny thing about the previous post about the broken leg is that it includes pics I took of a neighbor from my Brighton apartment at 1315 Comm Ave (The Peerless) for his cd cover. And he had dreadlocks, loads of them. And this post is really (when it’s not about my broken leg X-rays) about a previous Brighton neighbor musician with dreadlocks, but this neighbor had like 5 of them.



Mr. Lif; see what I mean about the low quantity of dreadlocks? That is like 5 dreadlocks.

Mr. Lif; see what I mean about the low quantity of dreadlocks? That is like 5 dreadlocks. If that.

So, you know how when you go through the tolls at Newton (on the Pike, when you are going to Boston) and you go under that hotel over the Pike and then if you look way up to your right you can’t help but notice the row of old brownstones on the top of the hill? I always wondered about those. And then I moved into one of them. Although I didn’t at first know I was living in those houses; it took a while to figure that out. I can be slow on that uptake.

Left, the titanium rod, now out of my leg and into my permanent collection; Right, the leg after surgery with the rod inside the tibula.

Left, the titanium rod, now out of my leg and into my permanent collection; Right, the leg after surgery with the rod inside the tibula.

Anyway-they are these old brownstones built in the 1880s shaped like a square half circle, from an aerial view, and in back we had a patio with a bar and tiki thingies and so we called it the tiki bar. In the apartment below me were very nice people and one of them was Mr. Lif. Somewhere I have a picture of him petting Jamoka at a party in the tiki bar. Mr. Lif had huge dreadlocks as if he’d scooped a very few huge chunks of hair into what added up to 5 dreadlocks.

And I could hear him playing his whatever night after night although I could really only hear the bass. It was monotonous but pleasant, being only the bass that filtered through the ceiling; it actually lulled me to sleep. His mom made me this coconut bread that was crazy good. And then in the morning the traffic would start slowly with 18 wheelers and commuters starting the drive and the trucks would still be upshifting from coming through the tolls so the increasing noise and shifting gears would lull me awake. It was all quite logical and lullish.

And then just now, after taking pics of my X-rays and memorylaning and anecdotalling about Boston, I got this email from my friend Jim announcing the Mr. Lif show at Pearl street this Friday so I am going to it. Hey! Wouldn’t it be fab if his mom came to it and she had coconut bread? it could happen. And Mr. Lif will be calling in to my radio show this Wednesday at 8 am ish so tune in to 103.3 FM to hear him, or stream it at www.valleyfreeradio.org.

mr. Lif at Pearl Street, the poster

mr. Lif at Pearl Street, the poster

And now here is a message from Mr. Lif:
What’s up Northampton?! I’m just checking in to let y’all know that I’m amped for the show this Friday, Nov 21st at Pearl Street. “Why is Mr. Lif so excited about the show?” you may be asking yourself. Allow me to tell.

For months I have sat in the solitude of my studio, working on a new album that has come to be titled “I Heard It Today”. It’s a political record that is focused on capturing the pulse of these crazy times we’re living in. There is no better reward after being locked away in the studio than being allowed the chance to perform my new songs for a room full of listeners.

Being that I was born and raised in Boston, MA., I’ve always enjoyed getting out of the city for that 2 hour ride to come rock at Pearl Street. Come to the show and be amongst the first to see material from my new album performed live!!!!!

P.S. I’ll have the extremely limited edition “Sleepyheads 3” CD with me, so don’t miss out!

Thanks for your support!!!

-Lif

Isn’t it funny that his CD is called “Sleapyheads 3”? Oh the coincidence.

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