June 2013 update: Just found this as part of synching with new iPhone and just posting now. Coffee pot is working well and consistently, and I have learned that I do not need to drink one full liter of coffee every day :)
When my Braun Aroma Master coffee pot died a few weeks ago, I needed to find my back-up four cup Mr Coffee brewer until able to find a replacement. While it is usually functional, I have to be very vigilant in placing the filter, minding the grind (not too fine) and measuring the coffee or it overflows coffee and grounds onto the counter and in the coffee grounds, necessitating a refiltering before drinking. This is the reason the still functional pot sits in the back of the storage cupboard, reserved for emergencies.
Which brewer shall be the replacement? I like the Braun, it has served me well, and first look at a updated Braun model. There is one that looks great, with many of the same features that attracted me to my recently defunct one some 15 or 20 years ago. Alas, none of this brand are currently available in the US. Then I remembered the great coffee I had visiting Ele (Rosenheim) and search for the Krups 458, which forces the water, placed below the pot up and over the grounds. It seems to be perpetually out of stock in the US, so I wrote to the company in Germany for guidance, and in what I am coming to see as a pattern in German service, was given a website to go to, along with the assurance that of course it was available. The website does not sell to the public, all links there did not sell the item, and the coup de grace was that a couple days later, the item disappeared from all Krups sites. Olcotts, a California company listed it for sale, so I ordered it, only to receive an email three days later that the item was non longer available. Screw you Krups. This model is your highest rated one, consistently getting rave reviews, and this is the one you aren't producing to meet demand?!
I did not want to get something made in China, so the search continued. I finally settled on a model made in Holland, the Technivorm, which comes with a 5 year warranty. It has different features than my former machine, the neatest of which include guaranteed precise temperature of the water and a thermal carafe with NO heating element. That may sound odd, but I will not have to worry about leaving the coffee pot on all day (it's happened more than a couple times). A coffee bean company in Connecticut serves as the importer, and offered a nice deal a, including two pounds of coffee, a packet of filters, coffee maker cleaner and no shipping. Ordered, and now on the way, the tracking information states I will have my Christmas present to myself on Tuesday. I'm really looking forward to forming a relationship with my new machine.
Update: the machine as arrived! First pot--WAY too strong for me. Second pot--better, but still too strong. Today's pot--discovered that the measure scoop that came with the machine is equal to two of my former scoops (a tablespoon). I used my tablespoon sand tried to guess what I'd need, since I was used to either 6 or 8 oz cups and this model is based on 4 oz cups, and the water measure is based on 1 liter. I cannot do math before coffee, and the result is as bit weak, but really full flavored. Definitely on the right path, I'll add a bit more tomorrow.
Thursday, December 29, 2011
Thursday, July 7, 2011
Crazy men: The relationship between giftedness and inability to form relationships.
Ruth and I have looked at a couple of crazy people in Vienna. Freud, father modern psychoanalysis, seems to have been quite the grand poo bah. The home movies edited and narrated by his daughter Anna show Freud as the center of the entire family, with everyone catering to him while he lay in a bed/chaise covered due to his illness. Other videos show him with his grandsons practically hopping through the countryside in what appears to be in good, if not perfect, health. He did die about one year after (finally) fleeing Austria in 1938 for London, so reports of his I'll health most probably were correct. Still, his role in the family was undeniable as the wise father figure whom everyone deferred to. In one essay on women, he stated that he had a good marriage as his wife was neither very abnormal nor was she often ill. AARGH, nothing worse than a sick wife. He was able to live his life because his wife bore children, took care of them, catered to him so that he would be free to read, think and write. Oh, and meet and counsel female neurotic patients...
Our next stop was the Friedensreich Hundertwasser exhibit at the Kunsthaus Wien, a building designed by Hundertwasser (Stowasser) along with the apartment/office complex of the Hundertwasserhaus. His art work has always fascinated me, and the museum had a large collection of paintings, graphic silkscreens, and architectural models. The most fascinating part of the museum was the film about his life and art with him as the focus of the film and which he narrated. This guy was completely unable to relate to others, since he had dedicated his life, and all his energy, to exploring how nature and architecture needed to live in harmony. He stated that he did not want to enter into a relationship with a woman since could afford no distractions, and would not want to lose time from his work. Interestingly, he sailed around to various points in the world, constantly painting, with a (possible companion) who organized the functioning of the boat, and presumably his meals. There was a poignant scene with his mother where she poured his coffee, added the milk, and sliced a piece of cake for him. This man had caretakers so that he could completely give his life to his life as an artist. Other scenes documented his work, e.g., lying on a slab of ice in a small brook, watching the patterns in the melting ice or sitting nude on a beach, painting. He apparently like to be nude, the first layer of all humans.
Our next stop was the Friedensreich Hundertwasser exhibit at the Kunsthaus Wien, a building designed by Hundertwasser (Stowasser) along with the apartment/office complex of the Hundertwasserhaus. His art work has always fascinated me, and the museum had a large collection of paintings, graphic silkscreens, and architectural models. The most fascinating part of the museum was the film about his life and art with him as the focus of the film and which he narrated. This guy was completely unable to relate to others, since he had dedicated his life, and all his energy, to exploring how nature and architecture needed to live in harmony. He stated that he did not want to enter into a relationship with a woman since could afford no distractions, and would not want to lose time from his work. Interestingly, he sailed around to various points in the world, constantly painting, with a (possible companion) who organized the functioning of the boat, and presumably his meals. There was a poignant scene with his mother where she poured his coffee, added the milk, and sliced a piece of cake for him. This man had caretakers so that he could completely give his life to his life as an artist. Other scenes documented his work, e.g., lying on a slab of ice in a small brook, watching the patterns in the melting ice or sitting nude on a beach, painting. He apparently like to be nude, the first layer of all humans.
Sunday, June 26, 2011
David Černý and other humor in Praha
Today the penny dropped. David Černý is the same artist who ran afoul of the EU with his installation celebrating the Czech presidency of the EU in which he ridiculed just about every European nation by using mean stereotypes in the project. The same David Černý who designed the babies, the hanging Freud, the peeing men in front of the Kafka museum, and painted the former Russian tank pink (now floating on a raft in the river). Ruth and I had a mission--find all the various Černý installations around the town. Accomplished (except for the TV tower, which is just too far, and there are representative babies by the river).
The peeing duo at the Kafka museum supposedly write out quotations of famous Czech people, and people there can text messages so that they will write out that message.
One thing is certain, his art is meant to be interactive, and the tourists here do just that. They climb on the babies (oddly disturbing)and play with the peeing statues' winkies or just rinse their hands in the stream.
Photos to follow!
Saturday, June 25, 2011
Rituals
Rituals
After talking with Ondrej and his Hanna, I've been thinking about rituals. His included rolling cigarettes (with the small filter hanging out of his mouth while he prepared the paper and tobacco), making coffee in a mokka-kanne, and brewing tea by a variety of processes. I asked out the rituals associated with absinthe, which permeates this city:
1. Collect absinthe, a fireproof glass, a perforated spoon, a sugar cube (invented in CZ!), and matches.
2. Balance the spoon on top of the glass. Place the sugar cube on the spoon.
3. Pour absinthe over the cube into the glass.
4. Light the sugar cube and let the flame melt it into the glass. The absinthe in the glass will also be aflame. Let it burn for about 5 seconds to burn off some of this (very) high proof alcohol.
-alternate method: pour a thin line of sugar onto the center backbone of the perforated spoon, dip this carefully into the absinthe already in the glass to moisten it, place the spoon over the glass and light the moistened sugar
5. Put out the flame:
Men: put palm over the burning drink (tough guys)
Women (who should not even be drinking this): place a coaster over the top of the glass.
6. Drink slowly and have ABSOLUTELY no more than one drink per evening out.
7. Follow with a glass of orange juice and/or water.
OR: with an espresso to experience a unique effect of the absinthe opening the arteries and the espresso providing a caffeine buzz.
Seems like a lot to do to enjoy the bitter, slightly medicinal drink. But why not allow the ritual to make the drink special?
What other rituals do we follow? And do the rituals bring their own form of enjoyment and enhance that pleasure?
The first thing I (and I am sure many of you) do in the morning is to make and drink coffee. For this adventure I packed tea bags just in case I could 't get coffee immediately. Well, the hotel neither has a coffee maker nor a water boiler, and I have to wait for coffee until the "Bohemia Bagel" shop opens at 7:30 am to get coffee. Their coffee is very good, and they serve a bottomless cup, so I have no complaints, but I miss the ritual of grinding beans, measuring the water, hearing the water begin to boil, and finally smelling the brew. On the basis of just this one example, I'd have to say I enjoy and need my rituals.
Traveling provides the opportunity to examine habits and rituals, as well as the necessity of adjusting rituals and adding new (if only temporary) ones. In the last week and a half, I've changed my laundry routines (daily rather than weekly), my eating habits (big cooked breakfast since it's included in the hotel price) along with lighter cold lunch and dinner, my walking habits (more in general and many more steps), etc. So what traveling really does is to force me to live a bit differently in a different place by removing or changing rituals. I bet coffee will taste wonderfully familiar when I get back home.
After talking with Ondrej and his Hanna, I've been thinking about rituals. His included rolling cigarettes (with the small filter hanging out of his mouth while he prepared the paper and tobacco), making coffee in a mokka-kanne, and brewing tea by a variety of processes. I asked out the rituals associated with absinthe, which permeates this city:
1. Collect absinthe, a fireproof glass, a perforated spoon, a sugar cube (invented in CZ!), and matches.
2. Balance the spoon on top of the glass. Place the sugar cube on the spoon.
3. Pour absinthe over the cube into the glass.
4. Light the sugar cube and let the flame melt it into the glass. The absinthe in the glass will also be aflame. Let it burn for about 5 seconds to burn off some of this (very) high proof alcohol.
-alternate method: pour a thin line of sugar onto the center backbone of the perforated spoon, dip this carefully into the absinthe already in the glass to moisten it, place the spoon over the glass and light the moistened sugar
5. Put out the flame:
Men: put palm over the burning drink (tough guys)
Women (who should not even be drinking this): place a coaster over the top of the glass.
6. Drink slowly and have ABSOLUTELY no more than one drink per evening out.
7. Follow with a glass of orange juice and/or water.
OR: with an espresso to experience a unique effect of the absinthe opening the arteries and the espresso providing a caffeine buzz.
Seems like a lot to do to enjoy the bitter, slightly medicinal drink. But why not allow the ritual to make the drink special?
What other rituals do we follow? And do the rituals bring their own form of enjoyment and enhance that pleasure?
The first thing I (and I am sure many of you) do in the morning is to make and drink coffee. For this adventure I packed tea bags just in case I could 't get coffee immediately. Well, the hotel neither has a coffee maker nor a water boiler, and I have to wait for coffee until the "Bohemia Bagel" shop opens at 7:30 am to get coffee. Their coffee is very good, and they serve a bottomless cup, so I have no complaints, but I miss the ritual of grinding beans, measuring the water, hearing the water begin to boil, and finally smelling the brew. On the basis of just this one example, I'd have to say I enjoy and need my rituals.
Traveling provides the opportunity to examine habits and rituals, as well as the necessity of adjusting rituals and adding new (if only temporary) ones. In the last week and a half, I've changed my laundry routines (daily rather than weekly), my eating habits (big cooked breakfast since it's included in the hotel price) along with lighter cold lunch and dinner, my walking habits (more in general and many more steps), etc. So what traveling really does is to force me to live a bit differently in a different place by removing or changing rituals. I bet coffee will taste wonderfully familiar when I get back home.
Monday, January 3, 2011
Update on student handwriting
:-)
The final exams for fall quarter included an unrehearsed dictation, but one that included words from the first quarter and some from previous dictations. So how did the students do on this? Amazingly well! In fact, the majority of students wrote with fewer mistakes that I would have expected. While this is anecdotal, I feel they did much better than what students wrote (not dictations necessarily) in the past. Will this skill transfer to their general writing? Curious minds want to know.
The final exams for fall quarter included an unrehearsed dictation, but one that included words from the first quarter and some from previous dictations. So how did the students do on this? Amazingly well! In fact, the majority of students wrote with fewer mistakes that I would have expected. While this is anecdotal, I feel they did much better than what students wrote (not dictations necessarily) in the past. Will this skill transfer to their general writing? Curious minds want to know.
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