Thursday, April 21, 2011

Episode One: The Spirit Troublemaker

Cocktails of Note:  The First Cocktail

In the beginning, man was tired.  He had worked a long day, and desired greatly in his heart to relax.  He wanted to sit and drink, for he was thirsty.  And if his thirst could be quenched while enabling the relaxation of his mind and body, then THAT would be good.

So, man discovered alcohol, and it was… morally ambivalent.   


Now the alcohol was created from the fruit of the vine, or the grain of the ground, or the honey of the bees, or the rice of the pad, or the agave plant, or sugar cane, or…whatever the heck ouzo is made of.  It was even distilled from wormwood.  Basically, man found that if he could get a healthy buzz off it, he would distil and drink it; and damned be the possible insanity or resulting blindness.


But what of the cocktail, that great combination of flavors that allow a man to achieve relaxation (while often failing to achieve other things… which, is hardly worth mentioning because there’s about 1,000 pills for that now) and sophistication?  When did that come about?  What was the first cocktail?  It’s a mystery like the location of the Ark of the Covenant...

the T.O.E. formula...

or why Kim Kardashian is famous.


Well, others may wonder, but this is America.  And while others may ponder, we will discover!  Or at least take credit!  So, in the world of cocktails, in the beginning, there was:



The Sazerac

2 oz. rye whiskey
1 sugar cube
5 dashes Peychaud’s bitters
Absinthe
Lemon Twist

Fill an old-fashioned/martini glass with ice and top with water.  In the 2nd glass, combine the sugar and bitters, muddle with the back of a spoon or a muddler.  Add rye and stir.  Discard water and ice.  Coat glass with absinthe.  Strain rye mixture into glass.  Rub the rim with lemon twist and garnish.

This cocktail is the official drink of New Orleans, and, according to drunken lore, is the first cocktail created on American soil.  Named for the Sazerac House, which first offered the cocktail with Sazerac-de-Forge et Fils cognac as the main ingredient.   


They used Peychaud’s bitters because they were made by the local druggist, Antoine Amedie Peychaud, as a cure all for everything from upset stomach to hiccups. 

By 1870, the primary ingredient changed to rye whiskey.   


Why Rye?  Because a grape epidemic in France killed so many grapes that cognac became rare and expensive.  Meanwhile, rye was easily grown on American soil, hence the change (in my opinion for the better) of ingredients.


By the way, Absinthe (for those of you concerned) is legal in the United States again.  It is an anise-flavored spirit derived from herbs, including the flowers and leaves of the herb Artemisia absintium, commonly referred to as "wormwood", together with green anise and sweet fennel.  It is often green in color and is nick-named “The Green Fairy.”  Despite what you may hear to the contrary, Absinthe does not cause hallucinations! 




This cocktail has a great herbal flavor that plays nicely with the sweetness of the sugar (Please do not use simple syrup because it makes the drink entirely too sweet.), and the smoothness of the Rye Whiskey.  You feel like you should be sitting in a slightly smoky (but not over-powering) tavern or bar, where everything is made of wood with deeply grooved grains.  There should be barrels of wine, beer, cognac, and whiskey stacked up on a wall, and the amber glow of soft overhead lights or candles should illuminate your half-shut eyes as some gothic soul reads Edgar Allen Poe’s poetry out loud.  


Supposedly, the Sazerac was Poe’s poison of choice.

Ideally, you want a flavor of New Orleans and the South as you drink this.


Ere go, I recommend New Orleans native Allen Toussaint's Southern Nights.  



Now, you could grab Louis Armstrong's greatest hits, but Allen Toussaint combines so many of the rich musical traditions of New Orleans; from Dixieland jazz, to Gospel, to blues, to Calypso beats, and fuses them together, that you just FEEL like you're in New Orleans.  

Above: Allen Toussaint


In 2006, Allen Toussaint collaborated with Elvis Costello on The River in Reverse, and while the blues/rock triumph that results is great, Southern Nights is the album that sounds like a Sazerac tastes.  

It starts a bit rowdy with "Last Train" (that's the absinthe streak), but it also mellows into a smooth comfortable rhythm with "What do you want the Girl to Do?" (that's the whiskey). In between you might make love with "Back in Baby's Arms" (ah, there's the sugar cube sweetener) or sway to the groovy scene of "When the Party's Over" (the bitters mixing everything up without overdoing it.)  Just check out the last track: "Cruel Way to go Down"





Great Artist.  Great Cocktail.

Thanks for drinking,

The Giant

Monday, April 11, 2011

Don't Panic...unless you're in Stavro Mueller Beta. Then Panic! OR What does "42" really answer?

Books I've Never Read (But everyone else has)


The (inaptly named) Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy Trilogy (consisting of five books)



Sorry for the delay in getting this one out.


Awhile back I finally finished reading the fifth book in The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy series:  Mostly HarmlessMy love affair with this absurdly hilarious series started in 9th grade when my high school drama teacher, Mrs. Janet Graham (a women who's contribution to the warping of my mind and soul cannot be overstated, and for which I am truly grateful) introduced me to the BBC radio series.



I had never heard of the series before, but being a huge Red Dwarf fan (another Scifi comedy series with a large following in the Pacific Northwest), I thought "Couldn't hurt?"  Which, oddly enough, is usually what a 101 lb. Star Trek fan says when an acquaintance of his invites him to play rugby.  So I gave the radio series a try.  I knew then that I would love this series when, by the end of the first episode...


The Earth is Destroyed.  




And it's hilarious.


However, it wasn't until a few months ago that I finally picked up The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy with the intention of reading the complete trilogy, all five books:

The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy




The Restaurant at the End of the Universe






Life, the Universe, and Everything






So Long, and Thanks for All the Fish






Mostly Harmless






The series starts off strong, and like most science fiction, reflects our society back to us.  The first book, especially, satirizes the mindlessness of inane, bloated bureaucracies.  This mindset is personified (wait... "alien-i-fied"?)  in the Vogons; the most wonderfully evil aliens ever to destroy earth.  Like the government they represent, they are bloated, bulbous, bureaucrats of blistering balderdash.

Think I'm stretching the metaphor?  This is a vogon.



This is a government worker.


Vogon


Congressman Barney Frank



I rest my case.



I find it fascinating that the most frightening thing to come out of the literature of the British Welfare state is the mindless bureaucrat.  From Fleming to Adams to Rowling, the contempt for the bureaucrat is a recurring theme.  I mean who inspires more anger?  Voldemort or Dolores Umbridge?


The real theme of the book is "What is the meaning of life?"  Adams basically takes his everyman hero, Arthur Dent...



(portrayed in the 2005 film by Martin Freeman, who will also be playing Tolkien's everyman hero, Bilbo Baggins in the upcoming The Hobbit films) 

... on an absurd adventure through time and space to answer the Ultimate Question of Life, the Universe, and Everything.




It turns out the answer is "42," which we learn from Deep Thought, the 2nd most powerful computer ever created, after he thinks about it for 7 1/2 million years.  The most powerful... I'm not gonna spoil everything.  But it is the job of the second computer to come up with the Ultimate Question to Life, the Universe, and Everything.


Pictures above: Deep Thought

(BTW, you can spot a Hitchhiker fan if they answer a question to which they do not know the answer, or one that is simply absurd, with 42.)


Naturally, this answer doesn't sit well with Arthur so he spends the next four books trying to understand life on his own, without coming to any real conclusions.  *SPOILER ALERT* Along the way Arthur learns to fly (in which you must throw yourself at the ground and miss), encounters Wowbagger the Infinitely Prolonged (an immortal alien dedicated to insulting everything that's ever lived... alphabetically), spends time with the two-headed President of the Galaxy Zaphod Beeblebrox (a man who's ego is so immense that when placed in the total perspective vortex [a curious device that shows a person the entire universe and your place in it] he realizes he is the most important thing ever), opens a sandwich shop, eats lunch at the end of the Universe, accidentally kills multiple incarnations of a pot of flowers, and meets Elvis.


Sound crazy?  It is.  And that's really the point.  You see, Douglas Adams is (or was) quite a committed atheist.  So when it comes to grappling with the great questions of life, which according to him are...


Why are we born?

 Anyone else think this baby is wondering the same thing?


Why do we die?


Well, look who's in charge of that one.


And why do we spend so much of the intervening time wearing digital watches?






The only answer is that there is no answer and this is all just an absurd mish-mash that we're passing through, or our way to an empty death.  And honestly, without a God, Creator, Karma, Higher Power, Divine Moral System, this is EXACTLY the conclusion that every honest, committed atheist must come to.  Hence, *SPOILER ALERT* at the end of Mostly Harmless, Adams kills off the characters we've grown to love after four books: Arthur Dent, Trillian (the only other survivor of Earth's demise) and Ford Prefect, while hanging out in the bar Stravo Mueller Beta.


Naturally, this is a rather depressing ending.  At least he's consistent.  He opens Hitchhiker's by citing a made up philosopher who wrote the theological blockbusters Where God Went Wrong, Some More of God's Greatest Mistakes, and Who is this God Person Anyway?  The end of the fourth book presents the creator's last message to creation.  That message *SPOILER ALERT*  "We apologize for the inconvenience."  This at least is a humorous way of expressing his personal beliefs while allowing the fans a bit of hope.


I'm a committed Christian (in case you haven't figured that out about me) and (shocking, I know) the atheistic worldview didn't offend me, and I often laughed, (I'm pretty sure God can take it) but if you can't stand the idea of God being mocked just remember two things: 1) God is never mocked.  He always has the last word.  2) Like all atheists (a generalization that I stand by), the god Adams wants to tear down, is the god of the kind of faith that is suitable for a child of 6, and one that no serious person-of-faith believes in anyways.  

Please do not let delicate sensibilities keep you from enjoying at least the first three of these humorous and irreverent books.  I would even recommend the fourth book, in which Arthur meets a lovely girl named Fenchurch.  Also, the books are not without good advice, like "Always know where your towel is (it is the most astonishingly useful thing in the galaxy).  Don't Panic.  Go mad once in a while.  Xenophobia sucks and might lead you to the creation of an army of universe destroying Robots that play Cricket.  Belgium is a bad word (although most of us knew that).  And always say thanks for fish.






On the subject of names:  I love a good name.  And Douglas Adams aural linguistics with the names of his characters is a true delight.  He's up there with Tolkien, Lewis, and Shakespeare for me.  I mean check out this brief lists of names:


Slartibartfast


Zephod Beeblebrox


Prostetnic Vogon Jeltz


The Ravenous BugBlatter Beast of Traal






Grunthos the Flatulent


Oolon Colluphid






Great Green Arkleseizure


Gag Halfrunt



Zarniwoop


I mean COME ON!  Lewis Carroll never came up with anything so mind-boggingly crazy.  And it's that kind of craziness that makes these books (except for Mostly Harmless) a great space trip.




Thanks for reading,


The Giant

Saturday, March 26, 2011

How to manipulate actors without losing their trust

Movie Commentaries you have to hear:  
How to Lose a Guy in 10 days



Not everyone enjoys the romantic comedy.  Perhaps no other genre has given us so many cliches, or produced so many mediocre or bad movies (The Bounty Hunter, The Ugly Truth, Fool's Gold, Maid in Manhattan, Nine Months, Forces of Nature)What's that Sci-Fi/Fantasy Genre?  You have something to say?  Zardoz, Krull, Conan the Destroyer, Ice Pirates, Eragon, The Brother's Grimm.  Excellent rebuttal.

It seems that all you need are two attractive, likable actors on the screen at the same time, a few cliched obstacles (she's a movie star, he works too hard, he's a prince she's a scullery maid), and a wise-crackin' sidekick and BOOM!  RomCom.  

Basically execs think that this:


Plus this:




With a bit of this:





MUST equal this:





When in fact it usually equals this:







(Ahh, Gigli, 8 years later and there are still jokes to be made.  You've given so much joy... unintentionally, but still)


Perhaps more than any other genre, the RomCom is truly about capturing lightning in a bottle, and that's what Donald Petrie, director of How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days seems to emphasize.  

By all standards this is a good commentary.  A good commentary does not simply describe what's happening onscreen (most commentaries do this).  It offers a mix of personal anecdotes, insider information, and a justification of technical or design choices.

Petrie never seems to think he's making Citizen Kane, and while he can come across a bit egotistical (He specifically had his directing credit card come on-screen with the words "ultimate orgasm.") it appears to be done in self-deprecating style.  He points out the gaffes and editing flubs himself (at one point McConaughey and Goldberg magically switch coffee mugs).

One of the great things about him is that he always gives credit where credit is due.  He specifically venerates the wonderful New York Extras that come in with their own characters prepped and ready to go.  It's true.  Watch the elevator or lobby scenes in 10 Days and you'll see that no one is phoning it in.  Well, there's that guy on the phone but...

However he does have pension for bad puns (at one moment he points out the "Gratuitous Sax" in the film...it's a saxophone player on a boat.), but then I just made a phone pun so I guess I shouldn't throw stones.


I realized that I might actual learn something from this commentary when Petrie, immediately after the credits, began talking about the set design.  I love set design.  I think it's so important to the world of the film.  A half-hearted or cheap set design can destroy a film, as much as a well made set design makes it.  Would Blade Runner be the icon of American sci-fi without the sets and art direction?  I don't think so.  While it's easy to notice, and be impressed by, set design in fantasy and even action fare (c'mon Ken Adams' Volcano set in the Bond film You Only Live Twice is the epitome of iconic), how often do you think about it in the RomCom?  But the spaces in which we meet our Boy and Girl tell us exactly what we're getting in for: a battle of the sexes.  There are soft lights, plants, and tissues all over the offices round curves of the magazine offices Andy (Kate Hudson) works at...


...while Ben's (Matthew McConaughey) advertising firm is a myriad of cool greens with hard corners and sports gear.  




The big thing that Petrie does on a shoot is letting his actors act.  He rarely says cut, sometimes to their chagrin, but as professionals, they keep acting.  Many of the moments in this film that are "sweet" happen when Kate Hudson is acting off the cuff.  The banter between Adam Goldberg and Thomas Lennon (Matthew McConaughey's buddies) is mostly their own on-set improvising.  Often times, food was flicked at actors without their being told it was coming.  He would tell one actor one thing and the other would be kept in the dark.  But, Petrie always let his actors work, within the framework of the script, which is probably why How to Lose a Guy in 10 days is a better than average RomCom.


Overall, I'd say 3 lightning strikes out of 5.  




Thanks for watching,


The Giant

Thursday, March 17, 2011

And, lo, after chasing all the snakes from Ireland, St. Patrick brought forth booze, and bade his people drink themselves into stereotype history


Cocktails of Note: Special St. Patrick's day Edition



Ah yes, that glorious holiday where Americans use a vaguely religious symbol as an excuse to drink copious amounts of alcohol.  Or, as I like to call it, Thursday.  

In honor of this fine Holiday where everyone is Irish for a day, I present to you three drinks to get you through the day.


1.  Irish Coffee

What better way to start your St. Patrick's Day than with a stimulating coffee...with booze in it.  For those of us who like to get our drink on early, here is an excellent Irish Coffee Recipe.

4 ounces hot coffee
2 ounces Irish Whiskey
2 ounces heavy cream
1 tsp granulated sugar
whip cream to top

Pour the coffee into an Irish Coffee glass.  Add the sugar and stir. (With me so far?)  Add whiskey.  Stir.  Here's the tricky part.  Pour the cream, slowly and carefully over the back of a teaspoon or barspoon, so that it floats on top of the coffee.  This is hard.  It might take a couple of tries.  Then top with whipped cream and a few coffee beans for looks.  Drink.  Enjoy.

When imbibing with this early morning cocktail, I'd recommend listening to one of the greatest bands to come out of Ireland: U2.




This rock band has so many albums spanning almost a quarter century of Rock n'Roll, how do you pick one?  For morning, before you're really ready to rock out for the day, I'd say go with
All That You Can't Leave Behind You.






The Opening Track says it all, Beautiful Day.  It's energizing without desperately trying to get you on your feet.  It's simply life affirming.  Then, when you really need the motivation, Elevation kicks in.  And as you sip your coffee, feel free to think about your life during Kite and In a Little While.  Wonderful melodies about taking life a little slower.

2. The Black and Tan

Yes, beer can be a cocktail (no, adding green food coloring doesn't count.), and a tasty one at that.

6 ounces of ale
6 ounces of stout


Carefully pour the ale into a Pilsner or Beer Mug, trying not raise too much head (I'll wait for snickering at the word "head" to die down, the I'll say "really?").  In other words, tilt the glass.  Then, slowly pour the stout into the ale.  Wow it floats.

A fine traditional recipe would be Smithwicks for your ale and Guinness for  the stout.  If you want to be more American, I recommend Alaskan Amber Ale and Black Butte Porter.


Two or three of these with a fine Irish Stew is highly recommended.


For your listening pleasure I present my favorite Irish "folk" drinking band:  Gaelic Storm and their album What's the Rumpus?  


This band is not only musically talented, but jumps between humorous drinking songs (Darcy's Donkey) and beautifully human love songs with genuine ache (Human to a God).  


My personal favorite ditty is in the video below (someone has way to much time on their hands.)




Awesome.






3. The Shamrock Martini



This is bar-none the hardest choice.  Many people (Matt, I'm talking to you) will hate me for contaminating their precious whiskey (Sorry Dad), but this is about cocktails, and as I'm a martini lover I had to mention this minty, smoky drink.  Plus, could I really do a St. Patrick's day post without adding something green?


2 ounces Irish Whiskey
1 ounce Dry Vermouth (or less)
1 teaspoon Green Creme de Menthe


Put all the ingredients in a martini shaker with cubed ice.  Shake for 30 seconds.  Pour into a martini glass and enjoy.  (Warning:  Not for everyone.  Very strong.)


For those of you who are more purists, I give you my grandfather's cocktail...




The Old Fashioned


1 sugar cube (very important that it's a cube)
3-5 dashes of bitters
1 teaspoon waters
3 ounces whiskey
1 orange slice
1 maraschino cherry
ice cubes


In an old fashion glass muddle the bitters and water into the sugar cube.  (I recommend a good wooden muddler, but the back of a spoon will work fine.)  Almost fill the glass with ice cubes and add the whiskey.  Stir a bit.  Garnish with the orange slice and the cherry.








Now this is a drinking album, by a great non-Irish, Irish band: Flogging Molly.    Their album Drunken Lullabies is easily the best rockin' Irish-punk-folk-drinking compilation of songs you might ever hear (sorry Dropkick Murphys).  This album starts off strong and never stops.  It takes the occasional step back to let you catch your breath (If I Ever Leave This World Alive), but if you don't feel Irish after listening to What's Left of the Flag or Rare Ould Times there is something wrong with you.





Happy St. Patrick's Day.


Thanks for Drinking,


The Giant