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September 1, 2008

Up the coast

  Some knitting content soon, I promise. In the meantime, a few pictures from this weekend's trip to northern California.

For all of Friday, fog was our constant companion with only occasional partial clearings, until we reached the Bay Area.

Morro Bay was almost invisible early in the morning, but the fog dispersed enough after a while and the local fauna made up for the lack of visibility.

A friendly seagull in Morro Bay.

And further up the coast, squirrels with an unusual mottled coat.

Birds of all kinds…

And best of all, the elephant seals.

These two guys were intent on sleeping and snoring, big noses trembling and all.

This dude appeared from the sea à la James Bond, well… sort of.

He alternated 5-second bursts of energy and 5-minute rests when he looked to pooped out to ever want to move again.

It took him at least 15 minutes to cover the few feet between the water and the sleeping beauties.

He clearly wanted to crash the party.

I am not sure if he actually bit the other male,

but he landed on a sensitive spot, and big words followed.

For someone so fast asleep, the seal on the left woke up remarkably quickly…

… and for a minute things looked quite serious.

Then everybody settled down. One of the males didn't even wake up for the altercation. Wish I could sleep like that.

October 23, 2007

Orange Glow

  The closest fire is 30 miles from us and still the air is orange and we can smell it. We are the lucky ones. Some of our friends and family have had to evacuate their homes and we are waiting to hear what will happen.

For now, we only have an eerie orange glow in and outside the house.

I think the cats are sensing something is not quite right.

Keeping my fingers crossed.

December 22, 2006

Sightseeing + A Little Fiber

  I hadn't been up in the Bay Area in over two years and I am enjoying the change of scene.

Ben's parents have a sweet cat named Max who appointed me designated lap as soon as we arrived. Max is at least 17 (no real data as he simply showed up one day and adopted the family) and getting rather frail, but a real pleasure to be around. He chats more than I remembered. Every time you look at him and say something, he says something back. It's sad to think that this may be the last time I see him.

This morning we went for a walk in the neighborhood and saw a lot of Canadian geese.

Then we went sightseeing, and I got to see the bay from the Berkeley hills.

Before heading back to Walnut Creek, we went to Article Pract, a yarn store in Oakland. Thank you Mary Heather, Rachele and Co. for the yarn store suggestions. I am not sure I'll be able to go to Art Fibers and ImagiKnit, but at least I saw this one.

They had a really good selection of yarns including Qiviut (I really really wanted to try some but $66.50 a ball is definitely above my budget). I did get a ball of very fine wool that I hope to knit into a shawl. Although I don't like pinks and purples, I bought a variegated yarn that has a lot of those colors. The combination is really pretty. I'll take a picture tomorrow in daylight.

December 18, 2006

The Living Desert

  Yesterday we spent the day in Palm Desert for a special family celebration: Ben's parents' 40th wedding anniversary. Before getting in the 16-seat hummer limo (my first drive in a limo ever) with all of Ben's brothers and their families to go to the restaurant where Steve and Carol re-exchanged vows and new custom-made rings, we all went to The Living Desert, a local nature museum, or rather a zoo, that displays flora and fauna typical of various desert regions around the globe.

Greeting us at the entrance was a museum attendant holding a South African Scops owl. The little fellow has a genetic defect to his right eye and cannot be released in the wild, where he couldn't survive on his own. I like owls a lot. We have some around our house, but we only get to hear them.

The coati, native to the US and parts of Central America, is part of the raccoons family.

This little birdie was hard to spot among the dry plants, but was very obliging and kept still while we were taking pictures.

Cacti of all shapes and sizes, from Teddy Bear Chollas (because they look fluffy from a distance)…

to giant cacti …

to purple cacti…

to round cacti.

The bright flowers of the desert.

I enjoyed watching a family of meerkats for a while. One was standing guard, or so it seemed, while three or four others were digging in the sand.

In the African section, a small herd of antelopes was grazing in what looked like a desert patch with no grazable food. A few pumpkins scattered around provided entertainment for them. This antelope kept charging a pumpkin as if it were an adversary.

This serval looked rather forlorn in his small enclosure. The sign outside the cage explained that he used to be domesticated and grew accostumed to small spaces and uncomfortable in spacious environments. He also has some physical problems that affect his capability to deal with what would be considered his natural habitat. I am glad for the explanation, because my first reaction was one of disbelief and anger at the size of the enclosure for such a large size animal.

An explanation of age determination based on horn rings.

Two bat-eared foxes taking a nap.

Two Abyssinian Ground Hornbills

and some African wild dogs taking a nap.

On our way out, the Scops owl was gone and a new attendant was showing an Australian bearded dragon.

Reptiles are cool, especially those with legs.

July 19, 2006

Alien in LA

  Moving from Italy to Los Angeles? (Pluto, this is for you). Here are a few notes that I hope will help you. Some of this may be useful even if you are moving from another country or another part of the US, but mine is an Italian perspective. When I moved to LA from a small town in Romagna, I had no idea what to expect and I certainly underestimated the culture shock factor. I've been away from Italy for so long, though, that I am a little out of touch with the way things are there now, so some things that struck me as odd fourteen years ago, may be familiar to you now.

    TRANSPORTATION
  • You can survive in LA without a car, but it'll crimp your style. You need a car, and you need a car with air conditioning.
  • At a red light, you can (and should) turn right after checking for oncoming traffic. If you don't, people will honk. This is not true throughout the US, so if you are moving to a state other than California, check the local laws.
  • Get an international driver license before you get here so you can start driving right away, but get a California driver's license as soon as you can. It does double duty as ID card and it'll be the document you use the most.
  • Auto insurance is very expensive. Your premium will be a factor of your age, your driving record (you start handicapped since the record in your country of origin doesn't count), the kind and age of your vehicle, and the zip code you are living in. Different parts of LA have different premium rates depending on how dangerous they are and other factors I am not really sure about. The $ difference can be significant.
  • If you park your car in a parking structure close to a restaurant or shop you are going to visit, ask them if they validate parking. It may save you a few bucks.
  • Some abbreviations you should know about:
    FWY = freeway
    HWY = highway
    CYN = canyon
    ped = pedestrian
    xing = crossing
  • And talking about pedestrian crossings (le zebre pedonali), in a few selected places — such as Old Town Pasadena — you'll encounter diagonal crossings. Most people still get those wrong, so proceed with caution, but this is how they are supposed to work. When the little man turns green, all pedestrians can cross in any direction, including in diagonal in the middle of the intersection. Then when the traffic light is green in one direction, the cars facing that direction cross. Then it'll be green light for the cars in the opposite direction. Then again all pedestrians. In theory it's a good idea; practice… well, that's another thing.

    ACCOMODATIONS
  • Houses are mostly made of wood. A friend of mine visiting from Italy kept tapping on houses and restaurants and couldn't get over the hollow sound. They didn't feel real to her and she called them "le case dei puffi" (Smurfs' houses). They go up in smoke at the slightest provocation, and rot because of water and insects. BUT, if you find yourself in an earthquake, you are not going to be crashed by tons of bricks. I lived in North Hollywood at the time of the Northridge earthquake and by the strength of the jolt I thought I was going to die. Then I remembered that I wasn't in Italy anymore.
  • The vast majority of houses and apartments have wall-to-wall carpet (la moquette), a mystery to me to this day, given the climate. They also have uncomfortably low ceilings. On the bright side, they come with built-in closets and kitchens so you don't have to buy a wardrobe and most kitchen appliances every time you move. And chances are, you will move.

    LANGUAGE
  • Acronyms and abbreviations can be puzzling at first, but you'll pick up on them fast.
  • You'll be asked "How are you?" several times a day. It doesn't mean "Come stai?"; it's just the local version of "Hi" or "Good morning". Trust me, no need to tell people about your high blood pressure or your student loans; they couldn't care less. Instead, say "Pretty good, thank you. How about yourself?". And if they ask "What's up?", answer "Nothing much" and that'll be the end of it.
  • British vs. American English — There's probably a booklet you can pick up that points out the differences between the queen's English and American English. While you look for one, you could start reading this article on Wikipedia.

    FOOD
  • In General — Things are looking up compared to the early nineties, but you shouldn't expect to find all the things you have in Italy. For example, most "mozzarella" here wouldn't even be allowed to be called that way back home, as it's made using vinegar. You can find real mozzarella and even mozzarella di bufala in a few places. It's rather expensive and nothing compared to the real thing. Although Trader Joe's has a decent one at a reasonable price. Things like prosciutto and parmigiano are also easy to find these days, but lower quality. I can think of two reasons for this:

    a) Italians tend to keep the good stuff and export (slightly) inferior quality goods (we like to think that we are the only ones capable of appreciating the difference)

    b) shipment and storage conditions at destination often hurt perishable food. This is especially obvious with wine.

  • Wine — You have access to wines from all over the world, but they all suffer from the same long shipments and often poor storage conditions at destination as the wines from Italy, unless you can afford the specialized stores. You should try the California wines. I don't like the ones you find at most stores because the are way too oaky, but I know that there are better ones; you just have to get to know them. I haven't tried very hard. What can I say… give me a glass of Sangiovese or Barbera any day.
  • Food places — I am big fan of silverware and ceramic plates. Sadly, most coffee places will serve drinks in paper cups and offer you plastic utensils. Paper, I don't mind so much, as it doesn't alter the taste of food. Styrofoam, I loath.
  • Portions — gigantic. Think the opposite of nouvelle cuisine.
  • Coffee — When asking for coffee, keep in mind that it's not espresso, but rather a dark watery drink that comes in many sizes, all BIG. They used to have small, medium and big, but that was too easy. Now they have grande, tall, and venti. Don't ask; I have no idea. But trust me, they are all big. Oh, and by the way, latte does not mean milk here. It's a fancy name for a kind of coffee drink that has some milk in it.
  • Espresso — It's hard to find really good espresso. In my area, the best espresso is at a Cuban bakery called Portos' that has locations in Glendale and Burbank.
  • Pizza — When ordering pizza at a restaurant or delivery service, don't be surprised when it comes already cut in slices. It's just the way they do things here.
  • Ice — If you ask for water, it will come with ice, unless you specifically ask for water without ice.
  • Restaurants — One of the advantages of living in LA is that you have access to a lot of variety. Restaurants are no exception; you'll find Mexican, Chinese, Japanese, Thai, Indian, Ethiopian, Korean, Cambodian, Italian, French, Mongolian, and so on. Try them all and find what you love.
  • Doggy bags — Everybody does it. You'll get over it. It took me a while, but I have been assimilated. I now take home leftovers (well, it depends on the kind of leftovers).
  • Before you get homesick and go looking for an Italian restaurant, you should know what to expect. Some tips in an older entry: Faux Italian.

MISCELLANEA

Grocery shopping
At supermarkets, someone standing next to the cashier will ask you "Paper or plastic?" and bag your groceries for you.

Movies
There is no intermission in movie theaters; pee before the show.

Taming the beast
I don't know how much of this is only LA and how much is widespread American, but there is a strange preoccupation with making everything look and behave "tame". Some examples:
— Compulsive shaving
— Declawing cats
— Removing thorns from roses
I should perhaps explain that declawing is not nail clipping. No, it's an amputation, where the poor cat loses body parts for the convenience of its owners. So inconvenient to have your furniture scratched… Have all those people vaporized, I say!

I pointed out a lot of things that may puzzle you at first, but there's a lot of good stuff, too. For instance, when you do your tax returns in April, you get your refunds (if you are entitled) in a matter of weeks. That's right, weeks! Weeks! No, really, weeks! Try to do that in Italy.

There's so many things that are different that I could go on for a week, but I just wanted to give you an idea. And now, Buon viaggio!

June 6, 2006

NY Sheep & Wool Festival

If you are into fiber and have never been to the New York Sheep & Wool Festival, a.k.a. Rhinebeck, consider going. Rhinebeck is a town in Dutchess County, upstate New York, where the fair takes place every year on the third weekend in October. This is one of largest events of its kind, second in the U.S. only to the Maryland Sheep & Wool Festival. I've never been to Maryland, but I've heard from many spinners who have been to both fairs that, from a spinner's perspective, Rhinebeck has more to offer.

I've been to Rhineck twice, in 2002 and 2005. On the first trip I spent most of my time taking workshops and missed out on a lot of what was happening on the fair grounds. Last year, I decided to forget about workshops and see everything else.

The fair is a two-day event and an almost overwhelming sensory experience. As you walk past the entrance, you are flooded by the colors of fiber and finished producs, the sound and smell of the animals, the almost tangible fog of the barbecues, and the loud murmur of a very dense crowd. The past year, an insistent rain added mustiness and the scent of wet grass to the crisp air. And of course, by the time you get to the fair you've already been driving through the glorious countryside going ooh and aah looking at the fall foliage in various stages of gold and red. Technically, Dutchess County is not part of New England, but think New England when trying to picture the scenery. There's a reason they chose the third weekend in October for the festival. This is the best time of year, when the leaves turn to their most glamorous colors and professional photographers come here to shoot next year's calendars.

Since this was not my first visit, I made a beeline for a couple of vendors I wanted to hit right away. My first stop was at the nice folks who make the Journey wheel and, in my opinion, the best hand spindles on the market, known as Bosworth spindles or simply Bossies.


Jonathan and Sheila Bosworth.


The beautiful and perfectly balanced Bossies.

Spread over many buildings were booths with equipment and supplies for spinners, knitters, weavers, felters, and rug hookers. Felting had a much stronger presence than I remembered from my previous visit. I loved the bright felted balls and a village reproduction with all sorts of figurines — farm houses, farm animals, people and, surprisingly, mermaids. Too bad my camera battery was depleted when I saw those.

My favorite new find was probably the discovery of another husband and wife team — John and Sarina of Moving Mud — who make beautiful handcrafted glass objects. On display were a wide variety of buttons in different shapes and sizes, some beautiful closures and a pair of glass knitting needles.


Spinning and felting fibers were all over the place. My favorites are always the fall colors. On both occasions, I stocked up on mohair/wool blend clouds and slivers in autumn hues.

The animals on display included sheep, goat, llamas, alpacas, anad rabbits. They all competed in various categories. The funniest event was the "Leaping Llamas" competition, which saw llamas and alpacas jump an obstacle. Most of the time they weren't even trying and it was hilarious to see how their owners struggled to get them to at least push the obastacle down with their chests and walk through it. I know, I shouldn't make fun of them… I do pretty silly things, too, with my pets.


Thsi baby had beautiful eyelashes.


Fabric for rug hooking


Handknit vest by Margaret Klein Wilson of Mostly Merino.


Workshops + Demos
Workshops covered spinning, knitting, and rug hooking. Events ranged from fleece auctions to fleece-to-shawl competition, to pumpking chucking (throwing huge pumpkins with handmade catapults). Demos involved spinning wheels, looms, rabbit plucking, wine and food tasting, broom making and my very favorite at the end of the second day: falconry.

The People
Ninety percent of the audience, and possibly more, was female. I saw a few women with distinctive head coverings similar to those worn by the Amish. The crowd included home schoolers, farmers, H4 kids, recreational knitters and professional fiber artists. Among them I spotted actress Karen Allen of Indiana Jones fame, who owns a fiber arts boutique in Great Barrington, Massachusetts. It's a beautiful shop with exquisite products, mostly designed by Karen and two other fiber artists. Lots of knitted items and some original felted bags.

Products
Aside from equipment and supplies, the fair offers a wide variety of products such as Orenburg shawls, viking felted hats, gemstones, clothing, and soaps. Not to mention that you can buy livestock. I had to promise Ben I wouldn't come home with a bunny and it was a hard promise to keep.


Other things to see in the area


Some things to know if you plan to go to the New York Sheep & Wool Festival:

  • Most people reserve accomodations a year in advance so, if you don't have friends in the area, be prepared to stay quite far from Rhinebeck.
  • If you are going with friends (it's so much more fun), make arrangements to meet at specific times and places during the day because cellphone reception on the fair grounds is almost inexistent.
  • Planning to buy large or heavy items? Remember that you may not be able to carry them with you on the plane and shipment may significantly impact the base cost. In most cases, grabbing a business card and ordering from home is a wiser choice.

May 13, 2006

Things from home

A friend of mine recently moved to New Zealand and a post on her blog reminded me of how hard it can be to adjust to a completely new environment when there are no familiar things in sight. She is still waiting for her belongings to arrive after three months.

I never really think about it, but my home is filled with both things new and old, from this life and the one before. And every time I return to Italy, I bring back something new that is actually meant to be old, to remind me of that other time and place. So, alongside the Japanese books and stickers, the spindles, and the web development equipment, I keep around an assortment of things that provide the comfort of what used to be familiar.


Reproduction of an old-style jug from Faenza in the living room.


Glass paperweight from a trip to Venezia.


Hanging on my office wall.


More old-style jugs from Faenza in the kitchen.


These are reproductions of tiles from the "pavimento Vaselli" in San Petronio in Bologna.