pica10

- pause: ideas in motion

Wear sunscreen

No Comments »

This seems proper to repeat: Mary Smich’s essay: “Advice, like youth, probably just wasted on the young” posted in Chicago Tribune in 1997.

Everybody’s Free
(to wear sunscreen)
Mary Schmich
Chicago Tribune

Ladies and Gentlemen of the class of ’97… wear sunscreen.If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be IT.The long term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by scientists whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable than my own meandering experience.I will dispense this advice now.Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth. Never mind. You will not understand the power and beauty of your youth until they have faded. But trust me, in 20 years you’ll look back at photos of yourself and recall in a way you can’t grasp now how much possibility lay before you and how fabulous you really looked.You are NOT as fat as you imagine.Don’t worry about the future; or worry, but know that worrying is as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubblegum. The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind; the kind that blindside you at 4pm on some idle Tuesday.Do one thing every day that scares you.

Sing.

Don’t be reckless with other people’s hearts, don’t put up with people who are reckless with yours.

Floss.

Don’t waste your time on jealousy; sometimes you’re ahead, sometimes you’re behind. The race is long, and in the end, it’s only with yourself.Remember compliments you receive, forget the insults; if you succeed in doing this, tell me how.Keep your old love letters, throw away your old bank statements.

Stretch.

Don’t feel guilty if you don’t know what you want to do with your life. The most interesting people I know didn’t know at 22 what they wanted to do with their lives, some of the most interesting 40 year olds I know still don’t.Get plenty of calcium.Be kind to your knees, you’ll miss them when they’re gone.Maybe you’ll marry, maybe you won’t, maybe you’ll have children, maybe you won’t, maybe you’ll divorce at 40, maybe you’ll dance the funky chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary. Whatever you do, don’t congratulate yourself too much or berate yourself, either. Your choices are half chance, so are everybody else’s. Enjoy your body, use it every way you can. Don’t be afraid of it, or what other people think of it, it’s the greatest instrument you’ll ever own.Dance. Even if you have nowhere to do it but in your own living room.Read the directions, even if you don’t follow them.Do NOT read beauty magazines, they will only make you feel ugly.Get to know your parents, you never know when they’ll be gone for good.Be nice to your siblings; they are your best link to your past and the people most likely to stick with you in the future.Understand that friends come and go, but for the precious few you should hold on. Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography in lifestyle because the older you get, the more you need the people you knew when you were young.Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes you hard; live in Northern California once, but leave before it makes you soft.

Travel.

Accept certain inalienable truths, prices will rise, politicians will philander, you too will get old, and when you do you’ll fantasize that when you were young prices were reasonable, politicians were noble and children respected their elders.Respect your elders.Don’t expect anyone else to support you. Maybe you have a trust fund, maybe you’ll have a wealthy spouse; but you never know when either one might run out.Don’t mess too much with your hair, or by the time you’re 40, it will look 85.Be careful whose advice you buy, but, be patient with those who supply it. Advice is a form of nostalgia, dispensing it is a way of fishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the ugly parts and recycling it for more than it’s worth. 

But trust me on the sunscreen.

Share

Simpelt og sprødt

No Comments »

Der er visse helt fundamentale – næsten eksistentialistiske - gøremål, hvis resultat efterlader en svær grad af selvtilfredshed.

At bygge et hus. At plante et træ. At bage et brød.

Det første har jeg til gode …

I mange år var jeg af den overbevisning, at bage et ordentligt brød ikke var ulejligheden værd. I byen er der rig mulighed for det gode brød, og jeg har endnu til gode at smage det hjemmebagte, som kan måle sig med f. eks. Lagkagehusets eller Emmery’s brød.

Men nu bor jeg et sted, hvor eneste  mulighed er Guldbageren (medmindre Farmor Lis’ bageri åbner igen i forsamlingshuset). Og det har sat gang i hjemmebageriet.

Jeg har testet og øvet mig på alt fra strik-din-egen-yoghurt-øko-langtidskoldhævet-udengær-brød til melblandinger på pose, som blot skal tilsættes vand. Det første gider jeg simpelthen ikke; for meget den lille kemiker over det projekt. Og så tager det 1 uge at få et nogenlunde brød. Det andet smager som Guldbagerens, men koster adskilligt mere.

Men nu! Nu har jeg fundet den perfekte opskrift på et simpelt, lækkert brød, med sprød skorpe, lang holdbarhed, sej god krumme, tilpas syrligt/salt. Og pænt er det også.

Man tager 5 dl vand og iblander gær svarende til en ært. 2 tsk salt i. Derpå røres forsigtigt 10 dl mel i. Dejen skal ikke æltes eller på anden vis behandles hårdhændet – bare vendes lidt forsigtigt med en ske, så mel og vand er godt blandet og gær kan gøre det, gær gør.

Så dækkes skålen til og sættes til hævning i min 14 timer. Det går også fint at samle dejen om aftenen og sætte den til hævning til næste aften.

Den meget bløde dej vendes forsigtigt ud på et meldækket bord og foldes forsigtigt i konvolutter, ca. 3×3 gange. Så skal dejen efterhæve 2 timer. Lad den efterhæve på/i meldrysset viskestykke eller i et smurt fad, så den er let at få ud uden at skulle hive for meget i den.

En ovnfast gryde smøres med lidt smagsneutral olie og sættes i ovnen. Ovnen stilles på 250 grader varmluft. Kodeordet er varm. Ovnen skal være 250 grader, så tænd den i god tid!

Når dejen er efterhævet og ovnen er varm, tages gryden ud og dejen vippes forsigtigt ned i den varme gryde. Drysses evt. med mel og maldon salt.

Lad brødet bage 30 min, sæt derpå varmen ned til 230 grader og tag låget af i yderligere 15. min.

Og vippertivupperti, det lækreste brød …

Share

Melodisk melankoli

No Comments »

2 bands som altid er med på min mp3 afspiller og danner lydtæppe på kedsommelige hotelværelser er Kent og The Storm.

Kent er – med rette  – udråbt som Nordens største rock band.

Med tekster så skarpe som koldnålsraderinger bliver trøstesløs socialt forarmet forstads tristesse til poetiske manifestationer – tilsat eletronisk patos  og dyb bas. Og svensk er et smukt sprog at synge på.

The Storm er et af de eneste danske rockbands befriende blottet for selvironisk distance. Med Kent deler de modet til patos.

The Storms klassiske tunge guitarer er pompøst og skamløst produceret i forgrunden, og lyder som et vellykket match in heaven mellem ABBA og ZZ Top. Dansk er et uskønt sprog at synge på, og Pernille Rosendahls inciterende engelske vokal fungerer perfekt. 

Der er en særlig klang over nordisk rock, en særlig klangfuld og melodisk melankoli, en særlig kølig kevlar-sjælfuldhed.

Share