annotations

I had hoped to post something witty and insightful tonight. Instead, I spent several hours finishing up an assignment for my senior project. Well, kind of. The assignment was an annotated bibliography to provide the foundation for the 25-30 page paper that comprises the bulk of the senior capstone project. Except that I’m doing a different sort of project, a collection of original poetry. What does an annotated bibliography have to do with the creation of a collection of original poetry, you ask? Good question. I’m still not sure.

(However, Dr. K, on the chance that you happen to see this, I would like to add that it wasn’t completely useless, and it did inspire me to do a lot of reading and thinking about my own theories of poetics.)

Anyway, where I’m really going with this is that I just wanted to tell you that I’ll be reading in York, at the Market St Sparky & Clark’s, on November 11th. That’s a Saturday; 7:30pm sharp! Kind of sharp. Okay, probably not really all that sharp, but it’s not a huge place, so if you want a seat, you should get there earlier than 7:30.

I think it’ll be good, although I’m getting increasingly nervous. The good comes from the fact that I hope to have the bulk of my senior project done by then, so I should have a lot of new stuff to read; the nervous comes from the fact that I’ve so far spent the first almost-half of the semester on stuff like this annotated bibliography — stuff that doesn’t directly contribute to the writing of the best poems you’ve ever heard.

No, no, I’m not quite that narcissistic.

zephyr brings no breeze

Okay, Diego, here’s a post about a restaurant in Harrisburg you’ll never visit. At least, I wouldn’t recommend visiting.

The restaurant is The Zephyr Express, named for and designed to feel like the dining car of a passenger train. I know that because I read their website, not because I could tell from the inside. I guess now that I think about it I see what they were going for.

We visited Zephyr last night, after I followed a link from Dine Indie, a cool, new (to me) website listing independent restaurants. Zephyr’s menu looked interesting — especially the Ahi Tuna and the Herb Crusted Blackberry Chicken. The website didn’t ooze excellence, but it all looked intriguing.

And it was intriguing, and they were attempting some interesting things, but, unfortunately, as we left the restaurant I said, “Well, that was a Harrisburg-caliber restaurant,” and, fortunately, Harrisburg-caliber no longer cuts it around here.

The caprese was made from grocery store plum tomatoes that had been refrigerated. Maybe our fault for ordering caprese at the end of September. The Zephyr bread was good, not in a fine dining kind of way, but in a family-style greasy cheesy kind of way. They were out of the Capicola Stuffed Chicken, which was the first thing I ordered. The Ahi Tuna was pretty good, but the seven pepper crust was so intense I couldn’t actually taste the fish. The rice pilaf that came with it was overcooked to the point of being completely inedible. However, the asparagus was pretty good, even though asparagus is out of season. My dining partner had the day’s special, which was something along the lines of tequila chicken over fettucine. It was good, but not great, tasting a lot like you’d expect chicken with melted cheese on top to taste.

So what I’m saying is the meal wasn’t a complete failure, but it was nothing special. However, it was almost four times as expensive as the meal we had at Skewers a few days earlier.

Granted, we did make a meal of appetizers and soup at Skewers, but we still left stuffed, and the food was much much better. Their lentil soup, by the way, is maybe the perfect cold remedy. It’s basically a thick broth with just enough substance to be satisfying, and employs a nice spicy (but not too spicy!) kick at the end to help clear those sinuses. If you’ve got the head and chest congestion that’s been going around, go get some soup at Skewers. Even if it means driving up from Baltimore.

the dining continues

As I mentioned in my last post, I’ve been eating in Harrisburg — like *in* Harrisburg, as in downtown — quite a bit recently. As a result, I have a couple more places I’d like to comment on.

First up is Mangia Qui, an ecelectic Italian restaurant with a menu unlike any other in the area. We had the Caprese ($10) and the Misticanza ($8.50) to start. Caprese, of couse, doesn’t vary much from Italian restaurant to Italian restaurant, but this was probably the best I’ve ever had, and it’s hard to imagine better. As the menu boasts, the mozzarella is made in-house. It is saltier than many mozzarellas I’ve had before, but delicately so, and to a degree that really accentuates its freshness. The tomatoes, too, must have come from someone’s garden, as they were sweet, succulent, and out-of-this-world flavorful. The salad, ordered mostly to find out what “organic microgreens” were, was also excellent. Organic microgreens, it turns out, are pretty much what they sound like — little greens that are unlikely to be found in a grocery store.

Next up was the Costoletto di agnello Scottaditto ($28) — also known as lamb. I like eating lamb in nice restaurants because I find it difficult to do well at home. Or, rather, doing it well requires more work than I’m usually willing to undertake. The Mangia Qui lamb did not disappoint. The meat was tender, juicy, and deliciously marinated. The braised greens and crispy polenta served with it were perfect accents, although I might have preferred something less authentic than the stewed-tomato-esque sauce spooned over the polenta. I appreciate the need for simpler flavors to complement the delicate but complex focus — and the lamb was both delicate and complex — but the sauce introduced a new family of flavor, thus defeating its own purpose. However, when an otherwise-excellent tomato sauce is all I can find to complain about, I think it speaks pretty well of the restaurant. In addition, I’m a fan of their philosophy on food, which, between their website and the dining experience itself, I take to be something along the lines of, “Good for the tastebuds, good for the world.” That is, they use a lot of (in their words), “fresh, locally ground, farm-raised produce and meats,” and “embrace fair trade, environmental, and economic sustainability.” Mangia Qui is open for lunch Monday through Friday, 11:00 – 2:30; for dinner Monday through Saturday, 5:00 – 10:00; and for brunch on Sunday, 10:00 – 3:00.

Apparently, though, for every phenomenal dining experience in Harrisburg, there is a decidedly mediocre (or even bad) one waiting. This week’s mediocre (or even bad) experience took place at The Quarter, which doesn’t appear to have a website. I’d been there once before, post-midnight, for drinks, and found it to be too loud and too meat-marketish, but also realized that both of those things should be expected at such a place. Dinner on a Sunday, though admittedly the Sunday before a holiday, should have been better. And it was different. But not better.

I had a crab-stuffed portabella ($11.95) and a California salad ($8.95). Names and prices are listed as I remember them, but without a website, you know, I could be wrong. The portabella was okay, but not great. I think the crabmeat came from a can. And not one of those expensive cans. The mushroom was slightly overcooked. There was no discernable seasoning. The salad was better, with almost fresh lettuce, and sprinkled with decent gorgonzola. The dressing, though, which claimed to be raspberry vinaigrette, was more like slightly tangy raspberry syrup. The lettuce and cheese were the only parts of the salad worth eating, though, as both the cucumbers and tomatoes were almost-flavorless and what flavor they did have was a little gross. I also had two over-priced vodka tonics, which were the weakest I’ve ever had. I’m really just assuming they did actually have vodka in them, as I experienced no evidence of its presence.

Fred, who values authenticity but still has fairly good taste, said his scallops were overcooked and dry, and that his salad was terrible due to a lack of anchovies in the Caesar dressing. While I do believe that Caesar dressing should include anchovies, I’m not sure their absence is enough to catapult a salad into the “terrible” category.

Biff, whose feelings about authenticity are unknown to me, said his burger was good, but acknowledged that it was hard to screw up a burger.

We all agreed that the french fries were limp and tasteless.

Anyway, perhaps the extraordinarily mediocre food would have been worth it if it were, you know, reasonably priced, and the atmosphere was nice. But the service was terrible, and everything was, given its quality, ridiculously overpriced. So don’t go there. The entrees at Mangia Qui are only a little more expensive; take your money, and your tastebuds, there instead.

silent no more

Kristen’s comment on the below post made me feel a tad guilty. There have been important things going on this summer, and I have been silent. To be honest, I also feel guilty because I sometimes think maybe it took so long to reach a cease-fire between Israel and Hezbollah because I was worried the conflict would end before I’d weighed in. They were waiting for me, you know?

No, I’m not quite that egocentric, and it’s a terrible thing to joke about.

And I am glad that the bombings have stopped. I was amazed that they continued as long as they did — and over two kidnapped soldiers! I know it’s more complicated than that, and I do believe that Lebanon has some responsibility to keep its citizens from violently engaging other countries, but I also believe that Israel’s response was way over the top.

I’m not anti-Israel — I support their right to exist, etc., etc. — and as a result I’m tired of the attitude that anyone who criticizes Israel must be against the country as a whole. Lame.

What I am against is the extent to which the US is entangled in the Middle East, and our “special relationship” with Israel. For more on this, see this Daily Star article, forwarded by Kristin, about that relationship. To be fair, I think the article is a little over the top, and the author a little more hysterical than is good for his credibility, but nonetheless, the article made me think.

Completely unrelated (well, almost), I’ve eaten in Harrisburg more in the last two weeks than maybe in my entire life to this point. Okay, probably not quite that much. Here’s the rundown: Fisaga is overpriced and mediocre (I’m guessing most of you knew this already), Jackie Blue is pricey but yummy, Scott’s is decent on both counts, Sammy’s is about the same (in quality, not style) but offers truly Central Pennsylvania-sized portions (which I believe to be too big), and Skewers, the new Middle Eastern kabob place next to the Irish place whose name I can never remember, is very good.

Because Skewers is newer, and I’ve been there more recently, I’ll elaborate a little bit. I’ll preface it by saying I don’t really know anything about Middle Eastern food, or kabobs, so my opinions are only my opinions. On the plus side, this means that I’m not judging it on “authenticity” or any other lame criteria like that. (Authenticity, by the way, is a lame criterion because I don’t care if the recipe has remain unchanged for a thousand generations or if your little brother made it up yesterday by accident — I care about how it tastes.) On the down side, I don’t feel qualified to complain about the rice, which seemed fine to me, but my dining partner, who knows way more about Middle Eastern food than I do, felt that it could have been better. Whatever.

Back to Skewers. It’s all about meat on a stick. Really flavorful, tender meat on a stick. With excellent dipping sauces. We had samosas (not meat on a stick, but still good), a lamb appetizer (which my companion was surprised to enjoy, as he doesn’t usually like lamb), a house salad with ginger dressing (eaten at the close of the meal due to timing and mutual personal preference, a perfect way to close, much lighter than dessert), and a chicken entree. The lamb came with some kind of spicy cilantro sauce. Bread was a Romanian flat thing that came with a delicious sauce that looked like maybe it was colored with beets but tasted way better than I’d expect if that were the case. I’m feeling too lazy to try to describe it in any detail; you should just go try it for yourself. Especially because we should all be supportive of new and interesting cuisines becoming available. Entrees, I believe, are in the $15-20 range, but you could probably assemble a smaller meal of an appetizer and salad for $10. Also, it’s BYOB and the downtown liquor store closes at 6 pm, so unless you want to grab a six-pack from a neighboring bar, it might be good to think ahead.

dog days

Well. It’s been almost a month. Sorry about that.

My MacBook arrived. I love it. I doubt I’ll ever buy another PC, though I’ll undoubtedly have to use them for work, etc., in my future life. Whatever that happens to be. I’m so impressed with the Mac’s elegance and ease-of-use, with the included software, and, of course, the aesthetics. The transition was remarkably easy — probably because the interface is so intuitive — and where Windows comes with Solitaire and not much else, the Mac comes with a boatload of fun (and sometimes even useful) software to play with. I have daily fantasies of discovering that I am a natural at creating beautiful movies — and even soundtracks to accompany them — and have only been lacking the software with which to do so. My sister has discovered that there is no better way to spend a quiet Massachusetts afternoon than by taking one’s own picture with the built-in camera over a hundred times.

And that’s where I am now — Massachusetts — enjoying another quiet afternoon. Jancey and I came up Sunday afternoon for a few days of relaxation before the semester starts next Monday. It’s dreamy here. Our aunt lives due east of Boston, across the bay, on a tiny spit of land called Hull. It’s a small town where the police blotter in the local paper contains true small-town fare:

12:28 p.m. Caller reports she is on U St. with a confused, elderly female. O/Colligan detailed and reports the woman lives on Manomet Ave. Family members said she sometimes forgets to take her medication. She had gone out to have her hair done…

9:53 p.m. Waltham St. caller reports a loud group of youths. O/Dunn detailed and reports the kids were chasing a skunk and have been sent on their way…

6:21 p.m. Beach Ave. Caller reports finding a bike on his lawn. Wil leave it for maintenance to pick up…

On the other hand, last night we took a half hour boat ride into Boston for some big-city shopping (literally — Urban Outfitters), and an evening with Johanna, one of my oldest friends. I mean the friendship is old; she’s my age. We had a lovely dinner overlooking the Fort Point Canal, then walked, trained, and bussed to Johanna’s apartment where we spent a mellow couple of hours.

I’m not a city girl, but I enjoy having friends to visit in fun places. This was the third city I’ve visited this month — DC for the Corcoran and Potbelly sandwiches, Pittsburgh for sushi, beer, and one of the best breakfasts of my life, and now, of course, Boston. When I visit cities, I try to imagine myself living there. (Don’t worry, Mom, I think I’ll probably stay in Harrisburg.) I started the month thinking Boston was my favorite, then DC, and then, well, Pittsburgh wasn’t even on my radar. But I really liked Pittsburgh. It could use a subway (I don’t know why, but I love subways), but the cost-benefit analysis reveals it to be a no-brainer. Let’s review:

  • Convenient to Harrisburg
  • Full of college/university students
  • Rife with interesting restaurants
  • Coffeehouses on every block (well, almost)
  • In the midst of an impressive-appearing revitalization
  • Etched with not just one but THREE rivers
  • Green green green
  • Low crime rate
  • Outpost for a gaggle of tech companies I’d love to work for though I’ll never be qualified for anything useful
  • Cheap

So, really, that’s everything I need. Maybe an integral school would be nice.

Anyway. That’s a fantasy as real as the possibility that I’m a genius musician whose latent talent will become blindingly obvious as soon as I take the time to really play with GarageBand. Actually, I suppose Pittsburgh is a whole lot more likely than that.

This was a fairly boring post after such a hiatus. I know you were thinking I’d have some incredibly insightful thing to say about all the issues I’ve been silent on — Lebanon, Cuba, Iran, JonBenet, etc. Sorry about that. Maybe later.

For now I’m off to enjoy the rest of a lazy afternoon on the porch, one hand occupied with a book, the other with a cat.

symmetry

There are few things worse than asymmetrically constructed relationships, but for the last few years, they have, in one way or another, been all I have had. But I believe I have finally broken the cycle.

In my last post, I made a public declaration of love. Today I learned that it has been reciprocated. That’s right — when the beautiful woman working the second window at the Union Deposit Burger King handed me my food she said, “Here you go, love.” Love.

I was so overjoyed that I forgot to ask for sauce to go with my chicken fries. I was okay with it — what is sauce compared to true love? — but when I arrived at my destination and unpacked the brown bag, I found that she had, without my prompting, included two containers of buffalo sauce. I have never been happier.

an accumulation

Just because I’m not posting doesn’t mean I’m not accumulating potential things to post about. It does frequently mean I haven’t done enough reading or thinking to feel like I have anything significant to add to the conversation, but today I’ve decided to throw caution to the wind and just start typing.

First up, as promised, is an attempt to make Diego feel at home. The Mexican election. I am, of course, a little behind on this one, but since it looks like it won’t be fully resolved until September, I hope you’ll forgive me. The New York Times had an interesting article on Mexico’s Red-Blue split, which is not unlike those in other Western democracies. Northern Mexico, increasingly industrialized and engaged with the US, is more conservative, while the south, very rural and poor, is more liberal. While it does sound like Obrador has a huge commitment to and track record for helping the poor, it continues to sound to me like Calderón might be a better option for long-term economic growth in the country. The south, according to what I’ve read, is very anti-globalization — but southerners are migrating northward in search of the higher-paying jobs globalization has helped to create. Like any good mostly-liberal, I am aware that globalization can have devastating effects on traditional cultures, but at this point it seems naive to try to build an isolated economy. It seems more realistic — and ultimately more effective — to work on safely growing the economy within the larger world market.

Completely changing topics, I have two major loyalty shifts to announce.

I have decided that the time has come to publicly declare my love for Burger King. This is somewhat embarrassing given my previous commitment to McDonald’s, but my silly infatuation with that McDonald’s boy was sophomoric compared to my current feelings. This love extends to the whole Burger King franchise, and I can remain silent no longer. The food is better. They serve frozen Coke. They print funny things on their packaging. And not only am I a sucker for absurd marketing, but it makes me think that somewhere, someone has a job that consists of thinking up witty things to put on hamburger wrappers. It brings a smile to my day. Thank you, Burger King, for defining “baggler” for me, for having nearly perfect french fries, and for putting that little sauce holder in the chicken fries carton. And that cupholder-sized chicken fries carton you were testing in Virginia? Go nationwide with it. Please.

As I abandon the Big Mac, though, I find myself turning to other Macs. The MacBook, that is. I ordered one on Monday, as a birthday gift from my parents, who I was a little worried might disown me when I announced that I wanted a Mac. We have been a family of PC users since the early 80’s, years before the famous Superbowl ad, and we have scoffed together at those Mac fanatics and their ridiculously colored computers and their single-button mice. But, after years of knowing that Windows is no better, I have finally decided that I am ready for something new. I’m working hard to not become a Mac fanatic, at least not before the laptop actually arrives, but I’ve been reading the tutorials and stuff on the Apple site and getting increasingly excited. The estimated delivery date is still almost two weeks away. I’m hoping they give pessimistic estimates. I don’t know if I can make it that long.

one is lonelier than your graphic makes it look

Okay, the Washington Post published this pie chart of US household types. Here’s what it says the breakdown is:

Living alone – 25.8%
Married couple & child – 22.4%
Parent & child – 22.2%
Married couple – 21.2%
Other – 8.4%

The title is, “One Is Not the Loneliest Number,” with the subtitle, “‘Single Adult’ is the most common US household type.”

So, okay, yes, that’s true, but it doesn’t mean that half of America is unmarried. Single adult households contain one adult; married couple households contain two. This means that if the numbers of single households and married households are equal, a third of the population is unmarried (well, not exactly, since there’s that ‘Other’ thing going on). For single adults to be more prevalent than married adults, the percentage of single adult households would need to be 67%, or double that of married households.

All I’m getting at here is that their title sucks, because there are fewer single individuals than married individuals, but that’s not quite the implication. Or maybe that’s just me. But I really dislike misleading and unclear graphics.

meeting the needs of my readers

Did you know that if you google “which direction does the sun set in iraq“, this site comes up as the third result?

I know this because someone searched for it, then followed the link. It showed up as a key search phrase in my stats.

Let’s go over this one more time. Someone googled the phrase, “which direction does the sun set in iraq“.

I apologize that my blog did not previously provide an answer to this very difficult question. After much research, though, I am pleased to be able to tell you what none of the top ten results for that search could.

The answer: the west.

Yes, in Iraq the sun sets in the west.

Maybe if we all understood that, we wouldn’t have to fight.

south of the border

The current issue of Newsweek has interviews with Andrés Manuel López Obrador and Felipe Calderón, the Mexican presidential candidates. I’ll admit it — I’m an ignorant American — I’d never heard of them.

Anyway, I thought, based on this teeny tiny interview, that Calderón sounded like the saner choice, but my favorite thing he said was this:

I think it’s a mistake to believe that immigration will be solved by the National Guard or a new wall. The only way to reduce immigration is to create jobs in Mexico.

It’s a completely obvious statement, but I think the debate here is polarized between people who want to keep the immigrants out and people who want to let them in. Certainly it’s much easier to act within our own borders — even if it’s not very effective — but it’s not a good reason for ignoring the only approach that has any chance of achieving a long term satisfactory resolution. Maybe we should take what it would cost to build a wall and send the National Guard down there and just invest it in the Mexican economy.

Before you jump all over me, yes, I know it’s not that simple. But seriously. Think about it.