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A few months ago, I was walking down West End Avenue, in Manhattan, and I remembered with a sadness that nearly knocked me off my feet just why I'd come to New York seven years ago, and why I was now about to leave. Certain kinds of buildings seem almost too gorgeous to exist—in the United States, anyway—and I'm still amazed that massive, ornate residences like 838 West End Avenue, with its yellow façade and geometric terra-cotta panels, or 305 Riverside Drive, with its elegantly carved limestone cornices, receive mail and spill kids out of their front doors like pretty much any domicile anywhere. When I was growing up in northern New Jersey, just twenty-five miles from Manhattan, I had no idea that ordinary people could live in such places. Then, when I was seventeen, I walked into an apartment at West End Avenue and 104th Street and decided that I had to be one of those people.
It was the summer of 1987, and I was learning how to drive a stick shift. My father, who is a composer, had allowed me to drive him to Manhattan in our Plymouth Horizon to drop off some scores with a music copyist. There was nothing particularly striking about the copyist's apartment: it was a modest four-room prewar with moldings around the ceiling, and I have since mentally supplied it with faded Persian rugs, NPR playing on the radio, and porcelain hexagonal tiles that were coming loose in the bathroom. It's difficult to imagine a time when I didn't walk into someone's apartment and immediately start the income-to-rent-ratio calculations, and I would now guess that the apartment had been rent-controlled for decades, and that the copyist paid perhaps three hundred dollars a month. But on that summer night, looking out the living-room window toward the river that so famously and effectively keeps here safely away from there, money was the last thing on my mind; I just knew that this was where I wanted to live, and from that moment on every decision I made was based on that conviction.
I've always been somebody who exerts a great deal of energy to get my realities to match my fantasies. I'm also pretty good at "getting by"—especially if you apply the increasingly common definition of the term, which has more to do with keeping up appearances than with keeping things under control. So it wasn't until recently that I realized I wasn't having such a good time in New York anymore. Like a social smoker whose supposedly endearing desire to emulate Marlene Dietrich has landed her in a cancer ward, I have recently woken up to the frightening fallout of my own romantic notions of life in the big city: I'm twenty-nine years old, and I am completely over my head in debt. I have not made a life for myself; I have purchased a life for myself.
For the better part of the last year, the balance of my Visa card has hovered around seven thousand dollars. A significant chunk of that debt comes from medical expenses, particularly the bills for a series of dental procedures I needed. As a freelance writer, it would cost me three hundred dollars a month to buy health insurance in New York State. That's far more than I can afford, so I don't have any. Although I try to pay the three-hundred-and-thirty-nine-dollars-a-quarter charge to keep a hospitalization insurance policy that will cover me if some major disaster befalls, I am often late in paying, and it gets cancelled. But medical expenses represent only a fraction of my troubles. I also need to make an estimated quarterly tax payment of fifty-four hundred dollars this month, which is going to be tough, because I recently paid back three thousand dollars to my now ex-boyfriend, who lent me money to pay last year's taxes, and I still owe three hundred dollars to the accountant who prepared the return. My checking account is overdrawn by a thousand seven hundred and eighty-four dollars. I have no savings, no investments, no pension fund, and no inheritance on the horizon. I have student loans from graduate school amounting to sixty thousand dollars. I pay $448.83 per month on these loans, installments that barely cover the interest that's accruing.
It's tempting to go into a litany of all the things that I do not spend money on. I have no dependents, not even a cat or a fish. I do not have a car. I've worn the same four pairs of shoes for the past three years. Much of the clothing in my closet has been there since the early nineties, the rare additions usually taking the form of a sixteen-dollar shirt from Old Navy, a discounted dress from Loehmann's, or a Christmas sweater from my mother. I've lived without a roommate only for the last two years. My rent, a thousand and fifty-five dollars a month for a four-hundred-square-foot apartment, is, as we say in New York City when describing the Holy Grail, below market. I do not own expensive stereo equipment, and even though I have a television, I cannot bring myself to spend the thirty-five dollars a month on cable, which, curiously, I've deemed an indulgence. With the exception of a trip to Egypt to visit a friend, in 1998, I have not spent money on overseas travel. I've still never been to Europe.
Instead, I've confined my spending to certain ephemeral luxuries that have come to seem like necessities. I'll go to Starbucks in the morning, and then order sushi for lunch. I'll meet a friend for drinks and drop forty-five dollars on Merlot and chicken satay. I make long-distance phone calls almost daily, with no thought of peak calling hours or dime-a-minute rates. I have a compulsive need to keep fresh-cut flowers in my apartment at all times, and spend eight to ten dollars a week on tulips from the Korean market. But these extravagances are merely symptoms of a larger delusion. It's easier to feel guilt over spending sixty dollars on a blender, as I did last month, than to examine the more elaborate reasons that I've found it increasingly impossible to live within my means.
Once you're in this kind of debt—and by "kind" I'm talking less about numbers than about my particular brand of debt—all those bills start not to matter anymore. If I allowed them to matter, I would become so panicked that I wouldn't be able to work, which would only set me back further. I've also noticed that my kind of debt is surprisingly socially acceptable. After all, I went into debt for my education and my career—broad categories with room for copious rationalizations, and I make full use of them. I live in the most expensive city in the country because I have long believed that my career is dependent upon it. I spend money on Martinis and expensive dinners because, as is typical among my species of debtor, I tell myself that Martinis and expensive dinners are the entire point—the point of being young, the point of living in New York City, the point of living. In this frame of mind, the dollars spent, like the workings of a machine which no one bothers to understand, become an abstraction, a vehicle of taste.
As I try to sort out the origins of my present financial situation, I always come back to the ineffable hankering I had as a teen-ager for some sort of earthier, more "intellectual" life style. I come from an affluent New Jersey suburb whose main draw is its good public-school system, but I wanted to live someplace that looked like Mia Farrow's apartment in "Hannah and Her Sisters." (Little did I know that it was Mia Farrow's apartment.) To me, this kind of space connoted not wealth but urbanity. These were places where the paint was peeling and the rugs were frayed and the hallways were lined with books; places where smart people sat around drinking gin and tonics, having interesting conversations, and living, according to my logic, in an authentic way. As far as I was aware at seventeen, rich was something else entirely. Rich meant monstrous Tudor-style houses in the ritzy section of my town. Rich was driving a BMW to school. I had the distinct feeling that my orthodontist, who had a sprawling ranch house with front steps that were polished to look like ice, was rich. None of these particular trappings of wealth held my attention. In fact, nothing outside of the movies really held my attention until that night in 1987 when I saw the apartment on 104th Street.
I planned my escape from the suburbs through the standard channels: college selection. My logic, informed by a combination of college guidebooks and the alma maters of the brides featured in the Times wedding announcements, went something like this: Columbia rather than N.Y.U., Wisconsin rather than Texas, Yale rather than Harvard, Vassar rather than Smith. My ranking system had little to do with the academic merits of the schools. It was more a game of degrees of separation between me and an apartment full of houseplants on the Upper West Side. Somehow, Vassar emerged as the best contender for closing that gap. I wanted so badly to go to a particular kind of artsy college and mix with a particular kind of artsy crowd that I wasted an alarming amount of time during my senior year of high school throwing trash into various wastebaskets from across the room, saying, "If I make this shot, I get into Vassar."
As it turned out, I did go to Vassar, and although it would be five years until I entered my debting era, my time there did more than expand my intellect: it expanded my sense of entitlement so much that, by the end, I had no ability to distinguish myself from the many extremely wealthy people I encountered there. A sense of entitlement can certainly be an asset, but it has also played a supporting role in my financial demise—mostly because it made it hard to recognize where ambition and chutzpah end and potential bankruptcy begins.
When I graduated, in 1992, I followed a herd of my classmates into Manhattan; many of them moved back in with their parents on Park Avenue. I got an entry-level job in publishing, and, along with a couple of friends, rented a five-room prewar apartment with chipping paint on 100th Street off Riverside Drive, a mere five blocks from the scene of my high-school epiphany. Such expert marksmanship! I was ecstatic. My job, as an editorial assistant at a glossy fashion magazine, paid eighteen thousand dollars a year. The woman who hired me, a fifties-era Vassar graduate, told me that she hoped I had an independent source of income, as I certainly wouldn't be able to support myself on my salary. But I did support myself. My roommates—an elementary-school teacher, who was making nineteen thousand dollars a year, and a film student, who worked part time at a non-profit arts organization—supported themselves, too. We each paid around five hundred and fifty dollars a month in rent and lived as recent graduates should, eating ramen noodles and ninety-nine-cent White Rose macaroni and cheese.
Looking back, I see those years as a cheap, happy time. It was a time during which a certain kind of poverty was appropriate. Unlike the West Seventies and Eighties, my neighborhood seemed like a place for people who knew the city, for people from the city. Though I was living hand to mouth, I loved it there, and looked forward to moving ahead in my career and one day being able to afford my own place in the neighborhood. Then, that seemed well within the realm of possibility. It was 1993, I was twenty-three, and I'd received a raise, so that I was earning twenty-one thousand dollars a year. I had no idea that this was the closest I'd be to financial solvency for at least the next decade.
I'd been told I was lucky to have got a job at a magazine—I had, after all, graduated into what was being called the worst job market in twenty years—and even though I had little interest in its subject matter, I didn't dare turn down the position. Within my first week on the job, I found myself immersed in a culture of money and celebrity. Socialites sat on the editorial board in order to report on trends among the rich and famous. Editorial assistants who earned eighteen thousand dollars managed to wear Prada, have regular facials, and rent time-shares in the Hamptons. Many of them lived in doorman buildings, for which their parents helped foot the bill.
This wasn't my scene. I felt as far away from my "Hannah and Her Sisters" fantasy as I had in the suburbs. After a year of office work, I decided that an M.F.A. in creative writing would provide the most direct route to literary legitimacy. I applied to Columbia, which, not coincidentally, happened to be within walking distance of my apartment. It also has one of the most expensive writing programs in the country, a fact that was easy to forget, because the students, for the most part, seemed so down to earth and modest. In their flannel shirts and roach-infested student housing, they seemed as earnest and poor as I was, and I figured that if they could take out twenty-thousand-dollar-a-year loans, so could I. In the three years that I spent at Columbia, borrowing more than sixty thousand dollars to get my degree, I was told repeatedly—by fellow-students, faculty, administrators, and professional writers whose careers I wished to emulate—not to think about the loans. Student loans, after all, were low-interest, long-term, and far more benign than credit-card debt. Not thinking about them was a skill that I quickly developed.
If there is in this story a single moment when I crossed the boundary between debtlessness and total financial mayhem, it's the first dollar that I put toward my life as a writer in New York—despite the fact that I was hanging out at the Cuban coffee shop and traipsing through the windblown trash of upper Broadway. The year I entered graduate school was the year I stopped making decisions that were appropriate for my situation and began making a rich person's decisions. Entering this particular graduate program was a rich person's decision. Remaining there when it became clear that I was not going to get any scholarship money, and that the class schedule would prevent me from holding down a day job, was also a rich person's decision.
But it's hard to recognize that you're acting like a rich person when you're becoming increasingly poor. Besides, I was never without a job. I worked for an anthropology professor for nine dollars an hour. I read manuscripts at ten dollars a pop for an ersatz literary agent. I worked at a university press for ten dollars an hour. Sometimes I called in sick to these jobs and did temp work at midtown offices for seventeen dollars an hour. A couple of times, I took out cash advances on my credit cards to pay the rent. There was a period during a particularly miserable winter, in 1994, when I tried to make it through three weeks on thirty-four dollars, walking sixteen blocks to school in subzero temperatures and stealing my roommates' food, hoping they wouldn't notice. One day, I slipped on the ice three times, got in a cab, and decided to take out a private loan from Columbia for two thousand five hundred dollars. A thousand of it went to pay off part of a credit card. I used up the rest within a month.
There were a handful of us who were pulling stunts like this. One of my roommates had maxed out her credit cards in order to finance a student film. I knew several women, and even a few men, who were actively looking for rich marriage partners to bail them out. One aspiring novelist I know underwent a series of drug treatments and uncomfortable surgical procedures in order to sell her eggs for twenty-five hundred dollars. Whether or not one is paying twenty thousand dollars' tuition a year to try to make it as a writer, New York City in the nineties is a prohibitively expensive place to live for just about anyone. Although I devoted a lot of energy to being envious of Columbia classmates whose relatives were picking up the tab, it later became clear to me that the need for outside financial support is not limited to those in entry-level jobs or expensive graduate programs. These days, pursuing a career in the arts in New York is often contingent upon inheriting the means to do so.
As I was finishing at Columbia, however, I began to get some freelance work, so I continued to hedge my bets. I was publishing magazine articles regularly and, after a few months of temping at insurance companies and banks, scored some steady assignments that, to my delight, allowed me to work as a full-time freelance writer. After five years and eight different roommates in the 100th Street apartment, I was earning enough money to move into my own place. More important, I had found a two-year sublet in a rent-stabilized building, and the fact that I had done so through a Columbia connection seemed almost sufficient justification for the money I'd spent on grad school.
Things were going well. In 1997, I was twenty-seven, teaching a writing course at N.Y.U., publishing in a variety of magazines, and earning about fifty-five thousand dollars before taxes. (The teaching job paid only twenty-five hundred dollars for an entire semester, but I was too enamored of the idea of being a college instructor to wonder if I could afford to take it.) I had a decent-sized apartment with oak floors and porcelain hexagonal tiles that were coming loose in the bathroom. Like an honest New Yorker, I even had mice lurking in the kitchen. I bought rugs and a fax machine. I installed a second telephone line for the fax. Finally, I was leading the life I'd spent so long preparing for.
Then came the dental bills, which I was forced to charge to Visa. I tried not to think about that too much, until I ended up making a few doctor's visits that, because I was uninsured, I also charged to Visa. When April rolled around, I realized that my income was significantly higher that year than it had been in any previous year, and that I had woefully underestimated what I owed in taxes. Despite a profusion of the typical freelancer's writeoffs—movies, magazine subscriptions, an $89.99 sonic rodent-control device—I was hit with a bill of more than twenty thousand dollars. And although the I.R.S. apparently deemed sonic rodent-control devices an acceptable deduction, it seemed that I'd earned too much money to be eligible to write off the nearly seven thousand dollars (most of it interest) I'd paid to the student-loan agency or the three thousand dollars in dental bills. In the months it took me to assemble that twenty thousand dollars, I had to reduce my student-loan payments from the suggested eight hundred dollars to the aforementioned $448.83 a month. Most heartbreaking of all, my accountant determined that my sixty-dollar pledge to WNYC—my Upper West Side tableau couldn't possibly be complete without the National Public Radio coffee mug—was not entirely tax deductible.
It was around this time that I started having trouble thinking about anything other than how to make a payment on whatever bill was sitting on my desk, most likely weeks overdue, at any given time. I began getting final disconnection notices from the phone company, letters from the gas company asking "Have you forgotten us?," collection calls from Visa. A friend who had been a member of Debtors Anonymous urged me to put a note over my phone that read, "Owing money does not make me a bad person." I didn't do this, partly because it wouldn't have fit in with the décor of my apartment, and partly because I wasn't sure she was right. She did, however, persuade me to call Visa and put a hold on my account for six months, which would reduce my payments to a hundred and five dollars a month and freeze the interest. This required telling the customer-service representative at Visa that I was experiencing some financial "hardships." When she asked me to be more specific, I told her that I had medical expenses, and hung up the phone feeling as if I had a terminal illness.
I noticed that I was drinking more than I had in the past, often alone at home, where I would sip Sauvignon Blanc at my desk and pretend to write when in fact I'd be working out some kind of desperate math equation on the tool-bar calculator, making wild guesses as to when I'd receive some random eight-hundred-dollar check from some unreliable accounting department of some slow-paying publication, how long it would take the check to clear, what would be left after I set aside a third of it for taxes, and, finally, which lucky creditor would be the recipient of what remained. There's nothing like completing one of these calculations, realizing that you've drunk half a bottle of $7.99 wine, and feeling guiltier about having spent $7.99 than about being too tipsy to work. One night, I did a whole bunch of calculations and discovered that, despite having earned a gross income of seventy-eight thousand dollars in 1998, despite having not gone overboard on such classic debtor's paraphernalia as clothes and vacations and stereo equipment, despite having followed the urban striver's guide to success, I was more than seventy-five thousand dollars in the hole.
There are days when my debt seems to be at the center of my being, a cancer that must be treated with the morphine of excuses and rationales and promises to myself that I'm going to come up with the big score—book advance, screenplay deal, Publishers Clearinghouse prize—and save myself. There are other days when the debt feels like someone else's cancer, a tragedy outside myself, a condemned building next door that I try to avoid walking past. But the days when I can pretend that money is "only money" are growing farther and farther apart. I have friends who are getting rich off the stock market and buying million-dollar houses. I have other friends who are almost as badly off as I am, and who compulsively volunteer for relief work in Third World countries as a way of forgetting that they can't quite afford to live in the First World.
But New York City, which has a way of making you feel like you're in the Third World just seconds after you thought you'd conquered all of Western civilization, has never really belonged to the rest of the country. I suppose that part of the city's magical beastliness is the fact that you can show up with the best of intentions, do what's considered to be all the right things, achieve some measure of success, and still find yourself trapped in a financial emergency.
As I write this, I have to be out of my sublet within months. Even if I try to assume control of the lease, the landlord will renovate the apartment and raise the rent to two thousand dollars. When I reported this calamity to a friend the other day, hoping she would gasp in sympathy, she instead replied, "That's cheaper than our place." A two-bedroom apartment down the street recently rented for forty-five hundred a month. A small studio on the Upper West Side will go for an average of twelve hundred and fifty dollars. West 104th Street is totally beyond my means. Worse, 104th Street is now beyond the means of most of the people who made me want to live here in the first place. The New York that changed my life on that summer night when I was seventeen no longer exists.
Several months ago, on a day when the debt anxiety had flared up even more than usual, I found myself fantasizing about moving to Lincoln, Nebraska. I'd been to Lincoln twice on a magazine assignment, met some nice people, and found myself liking it enough to entertain the notion of moving there. But both times I'd discarded the idea the minute the wheels hit the tarmac at LaGuardia. Surely I'd never be able to live without art-movie houses and twenty-four-hour takeout. During my last round of panic, however, I convinced myself that it was a good plan. I can rent an apartment there for three hundred dollars a month. I can rent an entire house, if I want one, for seven hundred dollars. Full-coverage health insurance will cost me seventy-five dollars a month. Apparently, people in Nebraska also listen to NPR, and there are even places to live in Lincoln that have oak floors. Had I known that before, I might have skipped out on this New York thing altogether and spared myself the financial and psychological ordeal. But I'm kind of glad I didn't know, because I've had a very, very good time here. I'm just leaving the party before the cops break it up. ♦


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Visiting the Gardens
We are open every day of the year, with the exception of the Saturday after Labor Day (Winesong Charity Auction & Tasting); Thanksgiving; and Christmas.
General admission guest passes are not accepted for entry during our two annual events — Art in the Gardens (1st Saturday in August) and Festival of Lights (4 weekends following Thanksgiving); an event ticket must be purchased as these are major fundraisers for the Gardens.
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All proceeds directly benefit our non-profit botanical garden and its mission is to engage and enrich lives by displaying and conserving plants in harmony with our Northern California coastal ecosystems.
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Atkinsonville Apartments
Welcome to the Atkinsonville Apartments of Roseburg, Oregon. We're conveniently located just 2 blocks off of N.E. Stephens in a quiet residential neighborhood with easy access to many local businesses. Come enjoy one of our affordable and spacious apartments or condos. You will love it here!
We offer a range of amenities including tennis courts, a secure laundry room, free wireless Internet (Wi-Fi), and more. Each unit offers a deck or patio overlooking our well-maintained landscaping. Our friendly apartment managers are available on-site.
One- and two-bedroom Apartments are available on both first and second floor. If you need a little more space, we have two- and three-bedroom condomeniums across the street. On-site storage units are available for rent. Convenient parking for apartments and garages for condos so you'll always have a short walk to your own kitchen.
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The U.S. will soon become the world's second-largest economy according to a new report from PricewaterhouseCoopers (PwC). Measured on purchasing power parity (PPP) basis, China will overtake the U.S. in 2017; on a market exchange rate basis, the U.S. will fall to second place by 2027. Even more startling, perhaps, is PwC's projection that the U.K. will drop out of the world's top ten largest economies by 2050.
In 2030, the top five economies on a PPP basis will be China ($30.6 trillion), the U.S. ($23.4 trillion), India ($13.7 trillion), Japan ($5.8 trillion), and Russia ($5.3 trillion). By 2050, the top five will be China ($53.9 trillion), the U.S. ($38 trillion), India ($34.7 trillion), Brazil ($8.8 trillion), and Russia ($8.1 trillion).
In 2011, the U.S. topped the charts with GDP of $15.1 trillion, followed by China with $11.3 trillion in GDP.
The changes are due largely to faster growth rates in the 7 largest emerging economies, which are expected to post total GDP 50% larger than the 7 largest developed economies by 2050.
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As patients we are naturally concerned and interested in the proposed changes in health care. Every night the news is filled with the speeches, current trends and town hall meetings. Feelings are heated in both directions. Newspapers, reporters, writers and politicians are expounding their views, their plans and their proposed legislation.
I can not remember another time in my existence when an issue has been this impassioned. How do you find the truth in this massive mess of information that is spewing toward us? That's a question I do not have an answer for. Yesterday, I talked to an old friend from nursing school. We keep in touch every few weeks on the phone because we live in different states. She started telling me about a book she was reading and sharing it with me. We have always held opposing views on political issues and it was a political book. I realized when we entered into this dangerous territory that, for the sake of our friendship, we had to stop talking about it. I knew any opinion I had to give her would not be in agreement with hers and I love her too much to want to have conflict with her. Quite frankly, I think I have reached a point of saturation with conflict.
There have been so many changes in our wonderful country; it is no longer the same. Problems have festered over the years and created deep chasms in our lives. Neighbors differ with neighbors; families are divided over the economy, health care and our leaders. I find some comfort in remembering my own family history. I recall stories of Falkner sons in the same family, fighting on different sides of the Civil War. I remember my grandfather Falkner whose childhood friend became Speaker of the House, Sam Rayburn. I have a picture of my grandfather that was taken on one of his trips to Washington D.C. to visit his friend. His pants are too short as he sits in a straight-backed chair for the official portrait because he was extremely tall; he even wore a size 17 shoe. I recall my parents choosing to change parties due to their changing status in life when they became small business owners. I remember the intense pride my mother displayed each time she volunteered to serve at our local polling place during an election. I felt that same pride the first time I was old enough to vote.
I have strong political opinions but have always voted for the issues and the individuals. I have voted for Republicans and Democrats. I am not a "party line" type of person. Like you, the political part of my life and mind is the result of my life experience, the way I was reared and my inner most values. Each of us is different because each of us has come from different places, had differing experiences and is simply "unique."
Remember, as you consider the issues that any good lie has an element of truth imbedded within it. Look for the lie. Whatever else comes out of this current conflict, my hope and my prayer is that we don't allow this to make larger fissures, allow anger to grow and always remember where we live. Unlike any other country in the world, we have complete freedom of dissent and safety in expressing what we believe. Let's just be civil while we're dissenting.


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Picture: Pharrell Williams - BBC Radio 1's Big Weekend at Glasgow Green - Day 1 - Glasgow, United Kingdom - Saturday 24th May 2014
Hip-hop star Pharrell Williams has issued a formal apology to members of the Native American community after coming under attack for wearing a traditional feathered headdress in a cover photo for a U.K. magazine.
The Happy hitmaker is featured modelling the headpiece on the cover of Elle Uk's July (14) issue, and the snap has caused an online backlash among fans, who took offence to the image - even though the singer/producer has previously claimed to have Native American ancestry.
One annoyed Twitter user wrote, "Pharrell...why?!#NotHappy with @Ellemagazine for the appropriation of this headdress", while another added, "Urgh. Why does the fashion industry insist on turning sacred cultural items into fashion props?".
The criticism has prompted Williams to speak out about the photoshoot and a statement issued to the New York Daily News reads: "I respect and honor every kind of race, background and culture. I am genuinely sorry."
The traditional headdress was a change of style for Williams, who has become known of late for wearing oversized Vivienne Westwood-designed hats. The superstar debuted the bizarre look at the Grammy Awards in January (14) and it quickly became his trademark look.
Williams isn't the first celebrity to come under fire for wearing a feathered headdress as a fashion accessory - One Direction's Harry Styles faced a similar backlash in March (14), when he shared a photo of himself wearing a similar piece on his Instagram.com blog.
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If you look up, this is what you'll see at the Riviera Theatre in North Tonawanda, New York, a suburb of beautiful Buffalo.
Constructed in 1926, the Riviera Theatre was originally an ornate movie house. The first films shown there were Upstage and The Mona Lisa. It was also a place for vaudeville performances.
Today, the Riviera Theatre is lovingly restored, looking great, and booked with all sorts of shows, from comedians (Vicki Lawrence) to jazz performances (The Four Freshmen) and more.
The Riviera Theatre features a Mighty Wurlitzer organ, that rises up from the floor for everyone to see, as it gets played masterfully before most every show. –Mark Weber


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A Guide To Equipment - Guitars
A Guide To Equipment - Guitars
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Many of you guys keep asking for advice when it comes to new equipment, so let me share my opinion about this topic with you. This is not ment to be the golden rule that you have to follow, it is only my personal attitude when it comes to new equipment, but it might be helpful for you.
So, as the headline already indicates, part one of this guide will deal with guitars. What is important when you plan to get a new guitar? First of all you should be aware of what kind of music you want to play. If you plan to play in a death metal band a Telecaster would not really be the best choice for you, while if you want to do country you don't really need the latest 7-string baritone guitar that can handle dropped a tunings. You can get an idea about what guitars might be cool for a certain kind of music by checking out what your fave bands in that genre are using, of course it doesn't mean that you have to get exactly the same guitar, but this information will for sure put you on the right track.
Of course the looks play a big role, after all we want a cool looking guitar, not "only" a good sound, but of course there is not really an advice that I could give you about this, it is all a matter of taste when it comes to the looks of a guitar, just go for whatever you like the most.
Pickups play a big role to get a certain sound. Of course pickups can always be changed and upgraded later, but before you buy a new guitar you should know if you prefer humbuckers or single coils. Single coils are great for clean sounds and can also deliver nice crunch sounds, but if you want to get a really fat and heavy rock or metal sound out of your instrument you should definitely go for humbuckers. If you are unsure you could go for a guitar that offers both, there are a lot of instruments that come with a humbucker in the bridge position and 2 single coils in the middle and neck position, there is even the possibility to split the bridge humbucker to get a single coil sound like that.
Next you should think about the features that you want. Do you need a vibrato system? If yes, does it have to be a Floyd Rose like system or would be a vintage style vibrato do the job too? Do you want active or passive pickups, maybe even an active booster or sound control? How many frets do you need? Do you need 24 frets for your wild leads or do you intend to play rhythm guitar? In that case 22 or even 21 frets would be fine too. As you see there are many details that you should consider when it comes to buying a new guitar, but the most important advice that I can give you is: TEST as many candidates as possible. Go to your local music store and play any guitar that you are interested in. A guitar is something that we play with our own hands, so it does not only have to look and sound good, it has to FEEL right too! And you can only find out about this if you play it yourself, period! I could tell you that my Les Pauls are the greatest guitars on this planet (actually they are ), but it doesn't mean that you will find them as great. Only by plaing an instrument you will find out if you like the shape of the neck (there are big fat necks like the typical Gibson style neck, but there are also the extreme opposites, very flat and thin necks, Ibanez has some models like that for example), if you find a guitar too light or too heavy (and I am talking about the actual weight now, not the sound ) or if you like its sound. so the most important advice definitely is: Try the guitars that you are interested in.
Of course there is another approach, you could go for a custom made instrument. This can be great as long as you exactly know what you want (and you have the pocket money to pay for it, cause custom made instruments are more expensive of course), but I saw many people buying such custom made guitars even though they didn't really have a clue about the topic. And in my opinion it doesn't make sense to get a custom guitar only for the sake of getting a custom guitar, in this case it is better to get a "normal" guitar and rely on the experience of the manufacturer instead of just experimenting.
Ok, this is part one of my little guide, if you have questions, feel free to ask, part two about amps will come soon
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Nice! I love this great advice here!
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Interesting indeed, would be very useful to read other guides from you
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Great topic Marcus!
Useful info for everyone here
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This is a great initiative Marcus, very informative man. Maybe we can later put all these valuable articles on wiki or something if you're OK with that, I'm sure people will like to read this.
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Sure, that would be cool, no problem. And soon there will be part 2
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Sound advice!
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Interesting post Marcus!
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Thanks guys, I still have to continue this about amps...
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ROCHESTER, N.Y. – In its first meeting with host St. John Fisher, Juniata men's basketball dropped its final game of 2012, 65-54, at the Woodcliff Hotel & Spa Invitational Sunday afternoon. Juniata dropped to 8-4 with the loss while the Cardinal improved to 7-4.
Junior Jeremy Hays (McMechen, W. Va./John Marshall) led the Eagles with 13 points. He also had a game-high three steals. Senior Alex Raymond (Hollidaysburg, Pa./Altoona) also hit double-digits, finishing with 12 points. Both Raymond and Hays each finished with a game-high three assists.
Juniata turns its attention to the New Year where they open 2013 at home against Scranton in a double-header with the women's team Saturday, Jan. 5. The women play at 2 p.m. with the men following at 4 p.m. The Eagles have been facing Scranton since the 1959-60 season. Despite being behind in the all-time series with the Royals, Juniata outscored Scranton 208-196 last year in their three meetings.
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"Rama, the Legend," a full-length graphic novel published by Arcana Comics, has the following words on its back cover: "Ramayana is not just a literary monument, it is held in such reverence that the mere reading or hearing of it can set individuals free from sin and grant every desire to the reader or hearer." Besides being awkwardly phrased (why not just stop the sentence after the word "desire"?), the back cover text hardly sets up the reader for what's inside the graphic novel. A transcendent experience, it is not. No, indeed. Not even close.
This graphic novel has two main problems: the writing and the art. The lettering's amateurish as well, with some word balloons using a smaller font not because it makes sense in the story, but because all those words couldn't fit in that size bubble.
Let's start with the writing, though, because this is clearly B. Albers Jackson's project, since she writes the whole thing, along with providing a lengthy introduction about Hindu culture and the significance of this graphic novel. Jackson is a terrible comic book writer, one who violates almost every rule of the medium. She uses captions to tell us what the panels clearly show us, and falls into a kind of juvenile storybook narration of the "this happened, then this happened, then this happened" variety. Instead of using dialogue to develop characterization, she gives characters declarative sentences without any kind of subtext. That may be partly the fault of the original source, since this is meant as an adaptation of an ancient text, but Jackson certainly didn't feel the need to stick closely to the source material at other points in the graphic novel.
I haven't read the "Ramayana," but I'm pretty sure that it doesn't contain a goofy crow who wears a baseball cap. "Rama, the Legend," does. Let me clarify that. In a graphic novel which is meant to retell the story of Rama, the great Hindu epic hero -- the man who faced multi-headed evil gods and flying poisonous snakes with only his companions and his bow and arrows -- well, we get all that, plus a goofy crow who narrates bits of the story while wearing a baseball cap. It's like Poochie has risen up out of his "Simpsons" grave and made this ancient Hindu text 110% more extreme! How embarrassing for everyone involved.
The art isn't a complete failure, but it's not close to the kind of professional comic book illustration you would expect from a fifteen-dollar graphic novel. The characters move stiffly, like inarticulate action figures, and when Ashok Bhadana does try to show some expression, the mouths he paints don't line up properly with the faces. This is a comic with headband-wearing apes, sea serpents, and soldier bears, and it's painted as if those were the most uninteresting things on the planet. There is a strange kind of otherworldly hue to Bhadana's work that fits the tone of the graphic novel, but the individual figures, the page compositions, and the storytelling is inferior in every way.
When Virgin Comics began its line of comics based on Indian mythology, this is the type of stuff everyone feared. But Virgin was able to avoid this level of quality by putting together professional-looking projects and taking the mythology in a new, intriguing direction. Arcana's "Rama, the Legend" falls into every trap Virgin avoided. It's a tonally inconsistent piece of ridiculousness, bound in the cloth of sincerity. It tries so hard to make this story "cool" for a 21st century Western audience and it fails in every way. It's only worth may be as a slice of camp absurdity, like those unintentionally hilarious educational films of the 1950s.


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Have you ever had a Divine appointment? You know a meeting that has God's fingerprints all over it? Perhaps you call it a date with destiny or kismet or you may even have a serendipitous story of coincidence that begins with "the weirdest thing happened to me today…" I have many of these stories. I never recognized them for what they truly were/are until recently.
This past month has been particularly rough and I have been teetering on the precipice of emotional instability for much of it. The gist of the cyclical hormones seemed to revolve around a repeating loop of despair regarding time running out, my fear of dying alone with nothing but 100 awful, smelly cats as my legacy (this is a very real fear for single women over the age of thirty), and the ever-present worry that I should be doing something else with my life. Over dinner I even warned several single girlfriends that buying a cat was , in essence, waving a white flag of surrender. You may as well buy granny panties, orthopedic shoes, and pants with only elastic waist bands because marriage is just not in the cards for you at that point. Like I said: rough month.
As I was wallowing in self-pity about everything that I could think of (my bed is too large for only me, Why can't someone cook me a steak already? why isn't there a boy to change the oil in my car? How hard is it to like me for serious and then pursue me and live happily ever after. Seriously?) , God brought to mind my Hawaii BFF, A–.
A— and I have only known each other for 7 months, but I sometimes get the feeling that we've been talking all of eternity. Other people get the same impression when they see us together and always ask where we met. Which used to start with me saying "the weirdest thing happend…"
You see A— and I go to the same church but had never met (I was on deployment and she had just started going), but both of us independently decided to go to the Ladies' bible study one Monday night. It was both of our first night and we sat next to each other, but only exchanged I'm-new-here-smiles since I was late. We went around the circle to introduce ourselves – each person giving some interesting fact about herself. I had my interesting fact ready to go, something guaranteed to make people come up and talk to me more afterwards, but A— was ahead of me so she went first.
I listened attentively waiting for her to finish so I could say my piece only to hear my words coming out of her mouth. She said my interesting fact: "I've moved 5 times in 5 years," she said.
I'd been planning on saying the same thing only with 9's instead of 5's, but she beat me to it! I don't even remember what else she said because I was so shocked to hear what I'd been thinking coming out of her mouth. Having moved so frequently, I always have more than one interesting fact for these situations so when it was my turn, I said my backup fact:
"I'm from L.A. (comedic pause) lower Alabama."
This garnered the standard polite giggle, but A—laughed outright. "Where? I lived in Mobile," she said.
"I'm from Mobile!" I replied.
The amazing coincidence didn't stop there of course. Turns out A—works for the company that the Twin worked for and also knows my twin sister (who I don't look anything like). We marveled over this story, got each other's numbers and quickly became the best of friends (though we didn't continue with the bible study.)
It was during A—'s Christmas party after multiple retellings of this meet-cute that it finally hit me how crazy – how coincidental — our story really is. I started to calculate probabilities of girl A meeting girl B and having our Venn diagrams intersect in such a perfect way, but the numbers don't quite add up – it's statistically improbable. What was the likelihood that we would ever cross paths? I honestly don't know, but we did.
The thing of it was I needed a friend. I have colleagues that I spend 89% of my life with and though I love them, they're all dudes; my roommate from college and her beautiful family were moving, and my only other friend was going away on deployment. I needed a friend who loved Jesus and would hold me accountable, and love me through all of my struggles and emotional instability. I didn't even realize that I needed that until after the awfulness of November, but God knew that. Perhaps you read this and still see it as fate or karma or some metaphysical energy in the Universe, but I am certain that our meeting was as planned and scheduled as a weekly television show. The meeting between A- and I was thought of long before we ever laid eyes on one another – long before either of us moved to Hawaii! It was most definitely a Divine appointment.
What does one make of a God who provides for your every need no matter how small the details? And if God can give me a best friend like A— then perhaps there is no need to fear being suffocated by an army of cats.


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Quick Mincemeat Recipe
Mincemeat is the mother-of-all holiday recipes. The holy grail to some, especially my friends across the Channel in England. But this version is much easier than any traditional recipe and you can use it very shortly after you make it. A lot of people, who upon hearing the word mincemeat…well, their first reaction is a prolonged and rather extended look of dismay.
I sometimes make mincemeat with suet, and while it in indeed the classic and tastes quite good, it also required ordering a big chunk of kidney fat in advance from the nearby butcher. What's great about this version is that the flavors of mincemeat are all there, and can be obtained by meatless means.
Candied orange peel, raisins, spices, and liqueur are the primary flavors that mingle in mince, and this simple mixture which mimics that taste pretty closely, without the fleshy fuss. A few handfuls can be added to sliced apples or pears destined for a crisp, cobbler, or pie. I've also made Mincemeat Ice Cream by folding this mixture into just-churned vanilla ice cream custard, which is a great addition to a holiday dessert menu, even if doused with warm chocolate sauce.
For this batch, I used some candied orange peel leftover from when I churned up a batch of colorful Blood Orange Sorbet. But even if using store-bought peel, after a good soaking in brandy, the flavor pulled up to the plate and mixes nicely with the raisins. A few swipes of fresh orange zest livens things up, too. Do try it. I add it to apple pies and crisps – and people are always surprised when I tell them that it's mincemeat. But no one ever stops eating.
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Note: For those avoiding alcohol, try substituting apple cider or juice and a teaspoon of vanilla extract in place of the brandy. If omitting the brandy, this mixture should be refrigerated and used within three or four days. Otherwise it will keep for at least two months. Candied orange peel is available in well-stocked supermarkets around the holiday season. Look for a brand with no artificial colors and no preservatives, if possible. You can also buy it online.
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I've never tried mincemeat for the very reason you said…the eeewww factor, suet.
Now that I found out most don't have the suet, I'm interested in trying it. My experiment this year is to try to make my Mother in law's fruit soup into a pie. This mincemeat has everything but the chipped prunes. Thanks, David, this recipe gets me off to a better start, actually, because it will be chopped and ready to go!
Double eeeww to suet!!
I add grated apple to my mincemeat to make it more instantly moist
http://cuisinedumonde.com/xmas_tart.html I've also folded it through ice cream, mincemeat ice cream cakes are excellent for our warmer Summer Christmases here underneath ;-)
Awesome! Mincemeat is on the agenda for this holiday season, though I'm going to attempt to do it with suet. My father thinks I'm nuts. He buys his mincemeat already made. ("Who makes their own mincemeat?")
Great, I always wanted to be able to make my own mincemeat! Just to be sure, how would you translate candied orange peel in French?
Thank you,
This is wonderful to make mid-year David & then stored in a big glass lidded bell jar in a dark pantry to develop fully. Being an Aussie I always add a good slurp of dark Bundaberg rum as well as the brandy – makes all the difference! Then on Christmas Eve, I bake a batch of bite-size very short sweet vanilla pastry shells, spoon the mincemeat into each tartlet & heat in the oven for a further few minutes. Topped with a little fraiche de crème – the perfect way to welcome in the Festivities.
Me again, in Afrikaans cooking there is something similar to this and it has been in our family since the the late 1700's. It's called "Kersfees skil" but I have always been warned that it can, under no circumstances, be used for mince pies.
1) Can I?
2) Do I understand you correctly when you say it can be used with chocolate?
Please please put me out of my misery and help!!!
As a Brit, I have eaten mincemeat every year at Christmas time for as long as I can remember. It has never been non-vegetarian in my household – veggie suet is pretty easy to get hold of in this country, and is less fattening than the meat version in any case.
I made mine about 2 weeks ago and it's sitting on top of a cupboard in jars for another 2 weeks until it has matured enough to be made into pies and eaten with Brandy Butter…yum.
I've never been a fan of mincemeat, because it is too sweet, and I don't fancy using suet indeed.. This one seems easy enough, and I can skip lots of sugar!
It seems much light too! :)
This is great, David, especially for ice cream, and adding to apples etc. But I'm English enough to think that it wouldn't work well in a mince pie … the new lighter way with mince this side of the channel is to use grated apple instead of suet.
I'm definitely going to make this, and use it to make a mincemeat cake, that Xmas Eve cheat's standby!
Great ! I love mincemeat at Christmas but it's not easy to find.
this sound like it will be fabulous in an apple pie. Since we have to have our dinner this year at my parents new retirement home, where the food will be bland, I am eager to make our own turkey and sides with many flavors over the weekend! Dessert will be this with my pumpkin pie with a ginger streusel topping along with some homemade vanilla ice cream! yum! thanks….
"I used to joke that I didn't like to go in there and get it because, "…that place is a meat market!"
Of course, most of us (if not pretty much all of us) Brits who home-make our mincemeat just use suet out of a packet. There's no grinding the fat up involved in that. The packet stuff doesn't even resemble meat so I've never really thought of it as something that would make people go "ewww" but then I've grown up with the stuff, and for me it wouldn't be the same without those little white flecks (though I'm more than happy to use veggie suet which is just as easy to get hold of). I'm looking forward to cracking my jar of homemade mincemeat open on the 1st and start cracking on the mince-pie-athon that is December.
Bibil: You'd say "zeste d'orange confit"; the word confit refers to preserving something, usually by immersion. (Like duck confit, cooked in it's own fat.)
Joanna: Yes, there are ways to make it with freshly-grated apples, but since this is intended to be mixed with apples (or pear), I make it without. Give this one a try, and good luck with your traditional version, I'm sure it'll be great!
Christelle: You can use any alternative sweetener here, such as honey or agave, or even cut or omit the sugar. It does give it a nice balance, though.
Emma & Hazel: Thanks for the heads-up about the vegetarian suet. I doubt they have that in France, though. But then again, I haven't looked ; )
mincemeat pie always means thanxgiving and christmas in indiana. My grandmother canned mincemeat at the fall butchering season. She never used suet but always a good healthy dose of whiskey. I knew it was mince meat season when the back porch had five galvanized buckets neatly covered with a clean sheet — neatly enesconced in each bucket — was a pigs head. :) She also made a sausage cake (dessert), but that is anoher issue.
funnily enough I was looking up mincemeat recipes yesterday, but that was before you published your post. I checked out Delia but she was putting cranberries in hers and that just didn't seem right to me.
I am rather fond, myself, of handling suet, but I will probably be lazy this year and buy some of June Taylor's mincemeat. I don't even like it but I need it to make for my friends.
bisous x
hi sam: I've gotten a spate of inquiries about using other dried fruit, and since I was already dangerously straying from "tradition", I thought I'd keep the flavors as close to the "real" version as possible. (Whatever that is…I'll leave that for the food historians.)
But I do believe that food changes and evolves, even the classics, and in times past, since mincemeat was likely a way to preserve and celebrate the bounty, if cranberries were available way-back-when, they likely would have found their way into mincemeat.
Next time I come, we'll mix up a batch of the real thing. My traditional recipe makes about 8-pounds, so I'll put you in charge of grinding up all that suet! x o
David I love you for posting this recipe! I am a huge mincemeat fan (My Dad is British, so I really don't have much choice!), and a vegetarian. I've tried it successfully with grated apples, but will definitely try yours! I was going to start some holiday baking today, now I'm extra motivated!
David. I'll be your suet grinder any day. I love handling icky raw meat bits ;)
And your lateral thinking has just given me an idea. The reason I don't like mincemeat myself is because I have a untamable version to raisins/saltana/currants. What if I made a batch with *only* cranberries (which I love?) Now we're talking. Maybe I will give it a try after all.
untamable Aversion is what I meant to say
Oh thank you for this recipe. I don't like when they use suet.
I am going make this.
David, your blog is always a cornucopia of amazing foodie goodness; it's just a bonus that you're so funny. Mincement is on the menu now, thanks to you. Happy Thanksgiving!
I have bought vegetarian suet at several of the "British Shops" here in California.
It is called 'Atora' light, shredded vegetable suet.
Ingredients: Hydrogenated vegetable oil (47%); wheat flour; sunflower oil (16%); stabiliser pectin: sugar.
As an, almost, lifelong vegetarian my old Mum was good enough to make mincemeat and Christmas pudding using this stuff (yes it's been around since Dickens, I think)
Anyway mince tarts are traditional with Christmas pud and custard as 'afters' at Christmas lunch.
Can also make the other rib sticking puddings with it, such as 'Spotted Dick'
Take care,
David M.
I didn't even know what suet WAS before reading this. Then I looked at the Wikipedia page (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Suet) and I think that first picture told me all I need to know. (I.e…. Eeeeeeeeeeewwwww!)
I never realized how fantastic mincemeat was until I unwittingly ate a mincemeat chocolate from See's (gotta love the See's!) a couple of years ago. And See's is the real thing – suet and allt! Unfortunately, they're not offering it this year, due, according to the company's website, "to the unavailability of key ingredients".
So… your "less barbaric version" has come at a good time, right when this mincemeat-lover come-lately is feeling the seasonal hankering for canidied suet. (I'm guessing there's probably some sort of kashrut-related reason that mincemeat doesn't show up much in Jewish holiday cooking!)
Thank you for this recipe, just today I was thinking of making my own mince pies and hey presto I have a recipe which is vegetarian friendly :)
I only recently started eating mince pies ( I did not know you could get vegetarian versions) and enjoy them, so I will give these a go and let you know how they turn out.
Thanks once again.
My mother used to include suet in her mincemeat – and grated apple plus a very generous splosh or three of whiskey. It kept for months!
May I be the nit-picker of the day :) ?
Actually confit doesn't mean "preserved by immersion", but refers to a way to reduce the water quantity of some ingredient by replacing this water inside it (via the osmotic process) by another product that lasts longer. for the confit de canard (duck confit), some water is replaced by the own fat of the duck, les écorces d'orange confites have some of their inner water replaced by sugar. Dry tomatoes are also called tomates confites, they lost most of their water in the air and it has been replaced partially by salt.
That's why confit somewhat means concentrated, more than it refers to the immersion technique.
I think your comment about meat market is funny but that could be a vodka/tonic talking. I am not overly fond of mincemeat of any kind but am happy to make this (and smell those frangrant ingredients) as a gift for the mincemeat lovers in my life – without commiting to a whole dessert. I'll attach your suggestion of serving it over ice cream. It's a great start to the holiday weekend to read your post and relax. Thanks!
By the way, a little California news coming your way: NPR just reported that Santa Monica has had to enforce a law preventing the public from using grass medians. People have been using the grass medians to do calisthetics. Those of us in Berkeley just eat pizza on our medians.
Yes, I think I'll go for the veggie version of the mincemeat after reading your gruesome description of the suet! After perusing this post I consulted my trusty "Good Things in England" by Florence White…a terribly old-fashioned cookbook with all sorts of bizarre and interesting recipes from the 18th and 19th centuries, for versions of mincemeat and found the following riveting comment….'Do not let flour of any kind touch the suet, or the mincemeat will ferment'…so not only do the suet proponents have to deal with the eewwwwww nature of said article but also the possiblity of fermenting mincemeat…oh yum!!!
Patricia: Actually, I believe there are old recipes for mincemeat, that actually contain pieces of meat.
But speaking of flour, if folks are using the vegetarian suet, as David pointed out, check to see if it contains wheat flour. If you use it, make sure none of your guests are gluten-intolerant.
Amy B: Actually, you stir in the mixture into the ice cream, for best results. If using store-bought ice cream, let it sit at room temperature until it's slightly soft, then beat it in and re-freeze.
And yes, I heard people in Berkeley are eating pizza on the Shattuck Avenue median. Yuck! I don't know if I'd be all that happy & relaxed having lunch on a narrow strip of grass while 4 lanes of traffic (mostly Priuses?) whizzed by : )
Although I didn't like mincemeat when I first looked at it, after trying it (from Marks and Spencer's), I liked it. Did you say chocolate? Well, this most definitely calls for chocolate. Merci.
David: In Montana we have a similar recipe that calls for MOOSE meat – yes, its mincedmoosemeat – try saying that four times fast. As someone who doesn't really enjoy meat in dessert, I loved the recipe. A little layer at the bottom of an apple tart that I served with caramel brandy sauce was delicious!
Thanks for your witty and charming blog – it keeps my a little less "home"sick for Paris during the long cold days of winter.
Hi David…yes indeed, it seems like the original mincemeat did have meat in it…I just looked in a book called "Christmas Feasts from History" and there are two recipes in there for mincemeat with meat…one with mutton (oh yum) and the other with beef. The mutton one from the 17th century also tells of how pie crusts were then called 'coffins' …curiouser and curiouser!
Thanks for your excellent blog…witty and wise!
I made a batch of this mincemeat recipe the day it was posted — wanted to sprinkle a few spoonfuls among the apples in a galette I was bringing to T'giving dinner.
Man-oh-MAN! It was superb! Raves all around for galette.
So good was it, in fact, that I made a double batch yesterday to have around for Christmas baking. Didn't have enough candied orange peel on hand for the total, so I used half orange peel and half candied ginger. Didn't have any more brandy, so used dark Barbancourt rum.
Just tasted the new batch and y'know, I think it's even better than the first.
Bingo, David — very winning recipe.
Am I the only silly American giggling that there is a dessert named "Spotted Dick?" Yes? Well, at least I can amuse myself. ;)
I'm sure Dawn in CA will probably never see this, but I hope nobody ever tells her about one of the longest-running BBC television programmes in the UK: 'Blue Peter'.
The instant mix is delicious by itself, but mixed with 8 c of apples, the result seemed pretty anemic, like apple pie with a bit of spice. I ended up adding a container of green tomato mincemeat that I had in the freezer to get a more intense mincemeat flavor. (Best use ever for green tomatoes!)
David, Thank you for this easy and delicious recipe. I gave it whirl over the Christmas holidays while back home in Florida visiting my parents. I was a little skeptical about making my own candied orange peel, but that ended up being a fun adventure of its own. I was not able to find a decent candied peel in the local supermarket, so I grabbed half a dozen not-quite-ripe blood oranges off the tree in the back yard. These have a rather thin skin, so I worried that it might not work, but the candied peel came out beautifully– a gorgeous, intense flavor and color. The mince itself was bright and clean-tasting (not overly sweet and gloggy like the jarred stuff) and everyone thought the mince tartlettes were the tastiest and most "christmas-y" of all the Christmas desserts. We served them along with aged gouda and port at the end of the meal. Simply perfect.
my mom always made MM pie (and my great-aunt did turnovers) with just walnuts,raisins and said spices,w/lemon juice. Fantastic. And frankly,the raisins and walnuts give enough texture to make up for no meat. I don't recall them using apples at all-b/c they always made separate apple pies/turnovers.
I do think my mom added some mace to her pie-perhaps her secret ingredient. Anyone heard of this before?
Hi "My mother used to include suet in her mincemeat – and grated apple plus a very generous splosh or three of whiskey. It kept for months!" thanks.
I soaked fruit for my Xmas cake almost like this, with some crystallized ginger and orange peel made from your recipe. It had gotten a bit brittle so in it went too. My fruit is still soaking, and I've added some garam masala to it, something my mother has done for years. It adds a deep warm flavour.So happy to know what I made is counted as mincemeat.
I have a question, David. I made this just now, but i do not have any jars! Is it OK if I allow it to sit at room temp until I use it on Thursday?
Guys, if you run into one of these weak women who go "ewww" over simple Suet, drop them like a hot potato and run the other direction. First of all, all food comes from various bits of living things, and if you mentally filter out some parts are better or worse than others, you're simply immature.
Next, Suet (Beef Fat) is what makes steaks and roasts delicious. The fat holds much of the flavor and a lot of the great texture. Unless you want to eat oatmeal and bean sprouts all your life (not that I don't enjoy those as well), then you eat suet (ewwww! Not!) all the time!
Squeamishness over food is just silly and a waste of time/life. Grow up and try all foods.
I don't know if anyone else has noticed, but a jar of mincemeat has become very hard to find in grocery stores. My dad had been looking for it for awhile to cure his hunger pangs for a mincemeat pie but wasn't available anymore except for one obscure store and the price was $3.98 for 8 oz. I used to work in grocery stores and it was always a common item on the shelf. Times change, traditions are lost.
Chez, I agree with you 100%. I think it's the words "pie" and "meat" in the same sentence that has such a psychological impact on people even though they've probably all eaten quiche or a chicken pot PIE at one time or another. HA!


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NEW YORK, N.Y. —The SIU Edwardsville volleyball team is in a New York state of mind this weekend. The Cougars are set to take on three opponents at the Columbia Classic Friday and Saturday.
On Friday, SIUE will face host Columbia at 11 a.m.Central Time and face Bryant at 3:30 p.m. On Saturday, the Cougars will play Manhattan at 9 a.m.
Friday's opener will mark the first-ever meetings with host Columbia and Manhattan. SIUE previously played Bryant during the 2008 season when both programs were making the jump to the Division I level.
The host Columbia Lions, of the Ivy League, are 0-3 heading into the tournament. Anja Malesevic leads the team with 20 kills.
Meanwhile, Bryant's match against the Cougars will be its 10th of the season. The Bulldogs are 3-6 on the season. Bryant is coming off a three-set sweep of New Hampshire earlier this week. Julia Flynn leads Bryant with 3.05 kills per set.
The Manhattan Jaspers are 0-7 heading into the tournament. Casey Monroe paces Manhattan with 2.68 kills per set.
The Cougars head to New York on the heels of winning their own SIUE Tournament last weekend. SIUE's Katie Shashack was named to the All-Tournament team. The junior libero recorded 50 digs (6.25 per set) over the weekend.
Shashack was also named the Ohio Valley Conference Defensive Player of the Week. Teamate and freshman outside hitter Dylynn Otte was tabbed the Newcomer of the Week after hitting .226 with 25 kills (3.12 kills per set).
3,000 ASSISTS: Mallory Mangun is fifth on the all-time assists list at SIUE with 3,289. Only three players in school history have recorded more than 4,000 - Christy Scheller (4,492 - 1995-98), Mallory Clements (4,311 - 2005-08) and Krystal Majernik (4,159 - 2002-05).
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GARDAI in Limerick are investigating a number of potential causes of a fire in which a 47- year-old grandmother and mother of two tragically died in the city.
Investigating officers at Roxboro Road station are examining the theory that a lit cigarette may have caused the blaze in No 5 Daly Avenue in Janesboro before midnight on Sunday.
Inspector Brendan McDonagh of Roxboro Road said Gardai do not suspect that the fire was caused by an electrical fault and have also ruled out foul play or a suspicious death.
"We can't say for sure at this stage what caused the fire, but we're investigating a number of possible theories. It's a very tragic end to someone's life, and a hard time for all the family," he told the Limerick Leader.
The deceased has been named as Geraldine Keane, a 47 year-old grandmother and mother of two who was pronounced dead at the University Hospital Limerick in the early hours of Monday morning.
Stunned neighbours paid tribute to Geradline, who was originally from Yeats' Avenue, Kincora Park, but who had been residing in Daly Avenue on-and-off for about 10 years with her beloved partner, who has been left heartbroken by the tragedy.
"I got the shock of my life," said one local resident.
"We saw three young men banging on the door and kicking it, and at first thought they were trying to break in until we saw the flames. They saw the flames coming from the rear of the property," she said.
Her partner had been out of the house at the time, and neighbours made frantic efforts to call him to come back home.
Another said: "She was a lovely woman, and kept to herself. I worked with her on a scheme in Southill House years ago, and she would always put a smile on your face. They were a very quiet couple, very polite, and never bothered anyone. It's just shocking. I don't think anyone around here managed to sleep the night after that. It's horrific."
Ms Keane's body was discovered in an upstairs bedroom to the rear of the house by firemen who were alerted to the blaze at around midnight.
She had been out socialising with friends earlier in the day at Janesboro FC.
Her body was removed from the house at around 9.30am and a post mortem examination was carried out at University Hospital Limerick. Gardai are conducting house-to-house enquiries.
Gardaí at Roxboro Road are investigating and can be contacted on 061-214340.
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The ministry of commerce granted Special Economic Zone (SEZ) status for 132 acres of land for the proposed Kochi SmartCity project. There is 114 acres remaining in the proposed 246 acres of land. There will be a separate notification for the remaining land within a week or so. There is a river dividing the proposed land which made it necessary to have separate SEZ notifications for the 2 pieces of land. In future, when bridges and over bridges are made to connect both the lands, single SEZ status will be given for the entire land.
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The finding is based on an analysis of interferometry, a technique that uses interference of waves to measure small lengths. Quantum theory says that the more accurate the measurement you want, the more massive the interferometer you need.
But Xavier Calmet, Michael Graesser and Stephen Hsu of the California Institute of Technology in Pasadena point out that any very massive interferometer would have to be spread over an extremely large region of space. Otherwise, the large mass concentrated in a small area would produce strong enough gravity to form a black hole, sucking in the interferometer.
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It has been raining all night, and it continues to rain with increased intensity. As we sit down to breakfast, we both remember that we have forgotten to bring our malaria tablets from our room. You need to take one at the same time each day. Steve braves the torrent to go back to our room and get
them. Above is the normal view, compared with how it looks this morning. The mountain has gone! I am now fearful of getting to Great Lakes today, and even more fearful for Denis, who travels to different schools on his 'iron horse', as he puts it, or in common parlance , his 'boda boda'.This is our last chance to get together before we leave next week, and I have some things to give him.
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Have said my goodbyes to the kids and to Denis. One of my pupils, Pleasure, has disappeared entirely. The other girls told me that her parents have not paid her school fees. That must be the end of her educational opportunities: she will not be able to take her O-Levels. Just another painful statistic in the lives of these kids.
Goodbye was a tearful exchange all round. Denis and I have vowed to continue our teaching partnership via WhatsApp. He expressed his delight in the connection we have made, and I returned to Kanungu.


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Rothenburg ob der Tauber in Landkreis Ansbach, Bavaria, Germany — Southern Germany (Scarplands and Alpine Region)
St. Jakob's Church World War I Memorial
Karl Wägerlein - Maurer u. Steinhauer
in Frankreich am 2. Jan. 1915
Georg Lindner - Steinmetzpalier
in Rumänien am 9. Nov. 1917
David Neumeister - Maurer
in Frankreich am 14. Okt. 1918
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In the fight for the fatherland died:
Karl Wägerlein - Mason and Stonecutter
in France on January 2, 1915
Georg Lindner - Mason
in Romania on November 9, 1917
David Neumeister - Mason
in France on October 14, 1918
Honor their memory
Erected by St. Jakob's Evangelical Lutheran Church Parishioners.
Location. 49° 22.667′ N, 10° 10.655′ E. Marker is in Rothenburg ob der Tauber, Bavaria, in Landkreis Ansbach. Memorial is at the intersection of Klostergasse and Kirchgasse, on the left when traveling east on Klostergasse. Touch for map. Marker is at or near this postal address: Klostergasse 15, Rothenburg ob der Tauber, Bavaria 91541, Germany. Touch for directions.
Other nearby markers. At least 6 other markers Altes Rathaus / Old Town Hall (about 120 meters away, measured in a direct line); Jews's Alley and Jewish Quarter (about 150 meters away); Rabbi Meir ben Baruch von Rothenburg (about 180 meters away); Schrannenscheune / Grain Storage Barn (about 180 meters away); Granary/Jewish Cemetery (about 180 meters away); Büttelhaus / Bailiff's House (approx. 0.3 kilometers away).
Also see . . . St. Jakob's Church, Rothenburg o.d.T. (Submitted on October 5, 2014, by William Fischer, Jr. of Scranton, Pennsylvania.)
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