Compost heaps of the rich and famous
December 14, 2006
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The Seyferth house sports a compost heap!
Well, at least of the famous. This is a shot of a compost heap in the back of the in-process home being built by designer/architect Christoph Seyferth. Although the house isn’t even finished, I was pleased to see that the happening kitchen infrastructure was already in place. This bodes well.
In the beginning of December I travelled far south below the rivers to discuss co-curating an exhibition about food and the Dutch landscape at the brand spanking new NAi dependance in Maastricht with its brand spanking new director Guus Beumer (additionally director of the Marres Centre for Contemporary Culture). The meeting took place on the drive down from Amsterdam so that once we were finally in Maastricht we could do some location scoping and focus on checking out Guus’ new domestic pied à terre. The house designed by architect/designer Seyferth is truly beautiful and almost, nearly, barely, just about to be finished.
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The kitchen in the guest flat isn’t yet completely installed but the artists-in-residence joyfully ad-hocked this fab food prep setup together. Some folks are just inherently stylish!
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User testing in the eventual Seyferth House kitchen
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Under the first floor, looking towards the garden.
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The stairs are wrapped in agricultural polyweave.
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From the garden looking up!
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La façade
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Not even moved in and the ambience already rocks!
I’ve been told that if I behave myself (whatever that means) I can come over for dinner once or twice and eventually worm my way in for an extended stay.
- Christoph Seyferth’s website
- More Nederlands Architecture Institute Maastricht right here
- the website of the NAi Maastricht
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Cooking with supermodels
December 1, 2006
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Kitchen Princess Erga always wears herbs, Seattle Public Library carpet by Petra Blaisse
Maybe it’s the phermones, maybe it’s the new varieites of sprouts, (fennel, coreander, sunflower and pea shoots to name a few) but it seems that everything just keeps getting more beautiful at the Grow Yer Own Dang Food sprout restaurant. We think it may have something to do with the fact that in the kitchen, the food is only touched by those burgeoning with youth, people as beautiful as the sprouts they mindfully transform into dinner. Whatever it is, it’s working wonders and several regular guests have reported contemplating using more mellow facial moisturisers. It’s so fuqn cool to be clear.
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Nadya and Carla laying in the grass
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Experimenting for the visit from Hermes’ today
Oh, did I mention that the fab folks from Hermes are coming for a look see? They want to contemplate throwing away their moisturisers too!
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Peas, shoots and leaves
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Culiblog loves verticality
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Vermin, varmints and my neighbour who votes incorrectly
November 24, 2006
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Paros major morbidus, deader than a doornail.
For friends and fambly who received a frantic email, text or who coached me on the phone this morning, here’s an update:
– All dead and feathered animals have been removed from the premises.
– Chernobylicals have been applied to discourage future beasts from entertaining the notion of co-habitation.
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Bleach rohrshach, oddly looks like a bird.
– Barriers have been set up between the interior and exterior of the apartment.
– All utensils, tools and kitchen surfaces have been re-kashered/hallaled short of setting the place on fire.
And just for good measure I donated all of the forgotten pork products to the meat-eating neighbour downstairs who votes incorrectly. Ach, the bacon was way old, and I believe that’s more or less what Jesus would’ve done if he lived upstairs from a Christian ‘Democrat’.
Serves her right, FUQN RIGHT WING HO!
Bring on Pesach, I’m ready as I’ll ever be.
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In case you’re not on the intimi in case of emergencies shortlist, be happy and here’s the poop:
Got back from Newcastle only to find my decorative seed collection in its decorative dessicated fruit skin bowls scattered all over the floor. I thought that maybe my homomouse had thrown a party while the cat was away but then I started finding bird poop. Cleaning up the trail I tried to think about it in a positive light. Maybe it’s good luck, like when a bird poops on your shoulder OUTSIDE…
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Poop on a teapot.
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Poop on a cd case.
It’s perplexing though, cuz unless you’ve got an opposable thumb and are really into roughage, mine is not a friendly home. I keep all foodstuffs in glass or in the fridge ‘cepting the fruit on the windowsill (untouched), the big sacks of buckwheat that I call pillows (touched), and the purely sculptural moss and weed ikebana (thanks Mom for teaching me ikebana and bedankt friendly farm in friesland). I think it’s fair to assume that the cause of death was the result of what happens when an abundance of roughage meets a bad case of the munchies.
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Celebrating Autumn with marijuana ikebana
So last night, when I peered into the cabinet and found a big, huge pile of poop and added that in my head to the other little poops that I had already cleaned up (x 7 carry the 2), I decided to call it a day and reapproach this task after a good night ‘s sleep. Cut to this morning, coffee downed, suited up in protective gear, ready for the eventuality of finding living and/or dead varmints in hiding, I started to cleanse. While wondering what the ancestors would have to say about re-kashering a house invaded and pooed upon by an urban bird (they resemble dragons) I was moving the jars around to get some leverage, when I saw the dead bird IN MY CABINET. A LITTLE BIRD DIED IN MY CABINET.
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YAKKIS
means
YUCKY
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Jewish smetvrees (contamination phobia) dictates that dirty things make other things dirty just by proximity.
What’s puzzling is that although I’m responsible for the deaths of many animals occupying various places on the food chain, the presence of a small, dead animal that I didn’t even kill, makes my toes curl. I was in all states this morning, produced several high-pitched squeals, threw my gloves down and ran to the opposite end of the house to phone people. What’s all that about?
Anywhoozelbees, it’s all cleaned up now and adults are once again welcome.
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