Update

Here’s another update. I’ll attach photos of my culinary creations / Mark’s and Tim’s culinary creations. Mine will be the very strange ones. I cleared my drains, cleaned by bathroom, and replaced my headlights, which makes me feel like a man. I’m now driving my sister’s car since mine was totaled a couple of months ago. I finally skydove a few weeks ago. I couldn’t see much because my glasses were pressed against my face by the goggles. It was a neat experience. Singing with the church band. Open to the possibilities for centered-ness and service that the universe throws in my direction. Receiving messages from the Universe / God. Went on a chocolate tour and discovered incredible champagne truffles. Reading books. Parents visited in March.

Appalachian Summer Throwback

I followed a real estate link the other day and wound up browsing real estate in my hometown. I was reminded me of previous summers consisting of a slower pace of living, idleness and angst, thick, sliceable humid air, saturated with the odor of grass and trees and coal fumes and possibility and comfort and hope, and the fear that that potential would abruptly dissipate with the onset of autumn reality. I enjoyed doing nothing but always felt that I should be doing more than nothing but was never sure exactly what I should have been doing.

I held the intention of doing something great but also harbored the subtle, lingering sense of being isolated and sheltered from harsher realities, and that I overestimated my abilities.  Could I do anything?  I suppose it doesn’t matter when we are on a pale blue dot suspended in a sunbeam, per Carl Sagan.

Restaurant Week 2012

It’s my first post of 2012, 25% into the year. I decided not to worry about photos this time, and I feel kind of lazy, so I’ll link to Megan’s detailed descriptions of our 2012 Restaurant Week event. Not sure how she got the full dish titles, but here they are!

Lovely food porn and commentary. The arugula had a great dressing, and the lime grapefruit tapioca cream custard layered parfait with almond vodka jelly, otherwise known as heaven in a cup, almost made me cry. Also enjoyed the dark chocolate and door county cherries. I almost felt like I needed a private room because I need to have my way with the dessert. Something in the way I savored everything felt not quite appropriate.

Because public nudity is illegal, Part 3

I’ve previously posted about this topic, but I recently e-mailed a friend regarding clothing and decided that an updated sartorial manifesto bore repeating here.  I could ramble for days, but below is a hopefully more streamlined and straightforward version of my view of style as of December 2011.

History:

I grew up focusing more on function than form. I’d always appreciated different styles, but I feared preoccupation with clothing was frivolous. I didn’t know how to put articles together and I wore whatever was comfortable–tee-shirts and shorts.  Upon encountering the shock of being confronted by my family over my wardrobe, I began the arduous pleasure of its update and maturation.

So a change was in order, but it was a challenge.  My size is pretty small, and most of the clothing stores I visited hawked very mature items, items that I could never pull off, or bland colors, announcing: “Outdoorsman” (and while I love the outdoors, I wouldn’t consider myself a lumberjack).

I later found this book written by Kate Betts about First Lady Michelle Obama’s style. The broader theme of the book is that style and substance are not mutually exclusive. Your style communicates your substance non-verbally (a societal rule that reportedly is less common in the States than it is abroad). As everyone has to find his or her own style, I pondered: What do I want people to know about me? What is my style? Although I couldn’t articulate it at the moment, I knew what I liked and what wasn’t really me.

I now I realize that I like classic but youthful and unique.  It’s like standing out just the teensiest bit: expressing myself in subtle ways: in an accessories, shoes or belts; color; the cut of a piece; in a pattern or texture–I try to balance colors, patterns and textures.  It’s like a game.

Placing a unique twist on classics is a task that requires much thought.  I’ve had some misses, but I think I’m usually able to get the classics to work for me.  Fortunately or unfortunately, clothing choices for men seem limited.  It’s easier to play with boundaries and bend rules when you know where and what they are, and for men, they are relatively narrowly defined.

Rules:

That said, I have found my personal basic rules of style; there are two:

1) The most important guideline to remember is that you need to be yourself.  Whatever you wear has to convey your essence, if you will, meaning that you need to be comfortable in your skin and in your clothing. Otherwise, the clothes are wearing you, which is the message other people will receive. Your outfits should align with your energy and personality. I want to look nice, but I’m not seen at any country clubs or fashion runways; therefore, I don’t usually go for styles reminiscent of a country club or a runway.  Basically, don’t be a poser and don’t spend beyond your means.

2) FIT IS KEY. The way a piece fits on your body is the most important aspect of a clothing article. I was discouraged upon finding several interesting pieces that didn’t seem quite right in the fitting room. Someone pointed out that the fit was the entire issue. If a piece skims your body, it will look fantastic–even if it’s plastered in roses and polka dots. I had to get used to wearing sizes that hugged my body a little more, but I adjusted and I do feel more comfortable in smaller clothing nowadays. There’s no need to be a blob or disappear behind ill-fitting clothes. I still find great pieces at affordable prices, but I can’t wear them if they don’t fit. Always remember the fit.

Links:

Below are a few links that I have found helpful.

1. The link below explains the basics of a male wardrobe. I disagree with the author on some points, but it still provides a good foundation. The main point is to go for quality and not quantity. I still walk the middle road and choose pieces that are cheaper and sort of out there.  I still intend to wear them indefinitely, though, so I don’t go for anything too “trendy”, stylized, or outlandish. You may want to feel the material before you buy clothes: http://www.realmenrealstyle.com/mens-clothing-flexibility/

2. Below is the Male Fashion Advice section of Reddit. It contains a lot of interesting questions, comments, and answers about anything you ever wanted to know (and never imagined) about men’s clothing. The nature can be a bit anal-retentive, but my OCD side enjoys it.  http://www.reddit.com/r/malefashionadvice

3. I haven’t purchased anything here yet (in part because I like to try things on for fit before I actually make a purchase), but the items on this link are interesting.  Supposedly, the merchandise is eco-friendly and “ethically-sourced”.  http://worldofgood.ebay.com/Clothing-Shoes/Mens-Clothing/67/list?PageNumber=5&ipp=40

4. The Sartorialist is a popular clothing blog. I cannot afford anything on this blog but find much inspiration here, which is sometimes conveyed in my outfits: http://www.thesartorialist.com/category/men/

5. Lookbook–same as Link 4: http://lookbook.nu/

Shopping:

Where do I find clothing?  I used to harbor a distaste for shopping but now find it entertaining.  I’m still new to shopping and open to searching anywhere affordable.  So far, my favorite corporate stores have been Banana Republic, Gap, and Izod.  They’re a bit pedestrian but the pieces and colors are classic and interesting at the same time. The sizes usually fit well and seasonal sales can be fantastic.  In fact, I’ve never bought clothing that’s not on sale.  I’ve never needed a piece so badly that I’ve paid full price for it, contrary to the article in the first link.  I also like browsing thrift stores, where unique and wonderfully quirky pieces abound–however, they don’t always fit.

Outfits:

Below are a few new combinations I’ve tried and pieces I’ve received recently.

I finally put the leafy shirt from my dad to use behind a solid coral sweater.  The colors and the patterns / lack of patterns balance … I think.

The belt is from a Wicker Park thrift shop.  I went monochrome under Mallory’s jacket.

I added a turquoise “Usher” clip given to me by a friend at church (apparently merited by my weeks of ushering).

My sister Robyn bought me this shirt for my birthday.  The patchy color seemed to go over well with everyone.

Robyn gave me the sweater on the left for Christmas.  My roommate Mark gave me the sweater on the right.  Notice the pattern?  I really like the Argyle texture; it’s an interesting accent that isn’t a full-blown multi-colored Argyle.  This breathes a little life onto the front of the shirt while allowing it to remain monochrome.  Since I have a harder time pulling off reds, I used a blue collar as a border or buffer between my neck and the sweater.

Below are new purchases from the outlets’ post-holiday sale.  The prices were decent but not hte lowest I’ve seen.  The shirt on the left has an interesting pattern.  I also found sweaters in mustard and teal on clearance–I’ve been eyeing these colors for several months now and felt the time was right.  The brown herringbone pants were also on clearance at Gap.  I’m in need of trousers or slacks.  I have a tendency to go for pants that are a bit short, but I opted for longer pants this time.  The length made a difference.  Now I just need to tone up and lose the pouch in order to squeeze into the pants.  The fitness plan for 2012 is coming.

Artifact

We received iPods during our freshman year of college, for some reason. I thought mine had finally passed on, but it turns out that it just needed to recharge. Yay! Remember these?

Land of Blue Smoke

We drove to the Smoky Mountains the other day.

I’ve missed non-flat land / textured topography.

The Cherokee called this area Shaconage (Shakonahe), “Land of Blue Smoke”.  The flora emit moisture, creating a dreamy blue haze.

*Sigh.*  I must hike the Appalachian Trail and commune with the Universe.

Happy Holidays!

Happy Holidays to all!  I was able to take off the last week of December, and my, is it nice to have a vacation home with family.  I haven’t seen most people in town in a year or more.  The kitchen harbors an ungodly amount of presents of fruit, candy, cookies, other treats and leftovers; I’m chauffeured around; I sleep in and hang out–it feels like I’m on winter break from school!  Another update is overdue, and this one will cover the past few days.

Our story begins with the ending of the semester during our first snowfall, and the return of all of the little Chuas for some food mis-adventures.

At the end of the week, “Uncle Ram and Auntie Nancy” took us to Ruth’s Chris Steakhouse to pressure us into eating and drinking (“Prost; na zdorovje!).  We first met them at the house.  Nancy’s samosas were crispy and super-tasty.  We also got a peek at their incredible wine cellar and organ.  I’m not a huge fan of red meat, so at the steakhouse, I only had a bite of the steak (the rest is in the freezer at home to be used on a rainy day).  The waitress, Stacy, happened to be a very talented artist, as we discovered.

Porterhouse

I flew home after work the following day.  I arrived over two hours early anticipating a holiday hassle.  To my surprise, the airport was not crowded; everyone was rather chill.  I fell asleep on the flight and was greeted by 50-degree weather upon landing!  I went night-night and was actually able to sleep in the following morning, which was Christmas Eve.
 
The next morning was a little busy.  Fortunately, my parents were taking care of most of the work, having planned a holiday extravaganza.  I learned that live lobsters in the garage and witnessed their demise in a boiling pot.  I felt guilty, but there isn’t an ocean for hundreds of miles and I couldn’t release them in the yard.  Can you imagine a front lawn full of frozen lobsters?  The cooking time was relatively quick, fortunately–the lobsters turned red in probably less than thirty seconds.
 
 
 
Brian arrived and the seven of us (including Sean) partook of the fruits of my parents’ labor, detailed below.  Following lunch, we opened presents (I received a biography of Walt Disney) and partook of communion at our church vigil.  Then, the Uys joined us for dinner where more dishes appeared.

Steak in Dad's marinade--didn't touch too much of the red meat.

Mom's vegetable casserole--delish.

I love the detail of the broken Ritz crackers; check out the texture!

Turkey as done by the Showtime roaster.

Red Velvet Cake from a friend.

Then came smores over our dad’s birthday gift, a fire pit.  It was quite smoky and chilly.  Finally, a tournament ensued among Roger, Melanie, Rhea, Robyn, Sean and I involving Taboo, Guesstures, and Buzz Word.  We lost.
 

 
Christmas Day, we checked our stockings (I needed loofahs) and took Sean on a drive to the Pinnacle, offering a literal overview of our town, Cumberland Gap, and Powell Valley.
 

The Cumberland Gap

 

Norris Lake

 

KFC in KY

Rhea and Sean prepared a Vietnamese wrap set-up last night; it was rather tasty: rice wraps, pickled vegetables, pineapple, basil, and more.
 

Lime, pickled vegetables, mint, basil

 

I juiced the plethora of oranges in the fridge and made marmalade from the pulp.

 

Marmalade up-close