Jim Drain at Greene Naftali

This performance happened at the opening  of Jim Drain’s exhibition “I Would Grow On My Hand” at Greene Naftali in New York City in 2007.  A crowd of people filled the gallery to watch these dancers.   There was Jim in a thong, silver tights, and a wig.  There was a woman in a men’s dress shirt.  Another woman wore a horse’s tail.  They hopped in circles.  We looked on.  I took this video.  The artist Gordon Hull was there and he gave me a zine he had been working on, full of incantations and voudou spells and secret codes you deciphered in mirrors.  Vice licensed the footage for an art TV show they were working on.  For dinner afterwards, I went to Taza del Oro on Eighth Avenue.

Presidential Fitness Test

I was a fat kid, people gave me titty twisters on the school bus.  I turned up the Eazy E and looked out the window as the straw colored hills of Morgan Hill rolled by.  When I took the Presidential Fitness Test, the result was that I was not fit.  It was no surprise.

My teacher, who taught me to code Logos on beige Apple ][e’s in the computer lab, which I loved and was good at, handed me a rope and asked me to climb it.   It was attached to the ceiling.  Of the gymnasium!  Later they took us out to the monkey bars to climb poles.  I got the wind knocked out of me and saw stars.  

We played Dungeons and Dragons at recess.  I was the Dungeon Master.   We didn’t have books to follow, just one twenty-sided die.  We took turns rolling it and then I made up what happened.  Who died, who killed the Dragon, who saved the maiden, who got turned into a bird and then a donkey.  We huddled in the shade of a small tree in the parched clay school yard.  It was dusty.  I sweat from my armpits.

My grandmother told me that she didn’t believe in Hell except for Ronald Reagan who was going for closing halfway houses and defunding disability programs while governor of California.  Arnold Schwarzenegger had helped to design the test.  They’re both going to Hell, I thought.

Dominio de Eguren Protocolo 2012

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BBQ chicken and peppers with pickles, rice, and tomato salad.  The wine is an inexpensive Spanish red.  Dried fruit front, raisin, Cherry, then tannins, and a tart pucker.  A little funk, tastes sophisticated.  Wonderful with the grill as well as the tomato basil flavor.  I would definitely buy it again and before the meal was up, I schemed about how to get hold of a case. Hope I’ll see it again.

The Wine Club, $6

Di Majo Norente Sangiovese 2012

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tomatoes

The first tomato salad of the season, made of just sliced tomatoes and salt.  We made it austere because it was the first, next time we’ll add oil and basil, maybe even cheese.  The tomato was grown by a Hmong farmer from Fresno named John who comes to the James Lick Farmer’s Market on Sundays.  After this we had grilled eggplant and zucchini over rice with ponzu sauce. And some pickled radish greens.  The tomatoes tasted great with the wine but missed fat.  The wine was tannic and could have used it.  Beautiful color.  A good match for the tomatoes.   I’d buy another if I came across it, and have it with a burger.  The Wine Club, $12.

Pickles

Pickles

Pickles are easy to make.  You need a clean mason jar full of cut up vegetables, and a lid.  I used a half gallon jar and filled it with jalapenos, radishes, and cucumbers.

Bring a pot of brine to a decent boil.  Pour it into the jar of vegetables.   A funnel helps.  Make sure the brine covers the vegetables completely.    Let it cool to room temperature.  Put it in the fridge, You can eat it right away, or sometimes it takes a day to really taste great.  It’ll keep for a week or more.  Eat it at every meal and you don’t have to worry about that.

BRINE:

Per cup of water,

  • 1/2 cup vinegar, DWV is what I used here
  • 6 Tbsp sugar
  • 2 1/4 tsp kosher salt

NOTE:  I tripled this recipe to fill the half gallon jar.