Read.
“We walked into the airport when we finished our goodbyes. One of the TSA guys cut the tape that I used to seal my cooler in order to inspect the contents. He found a dried turtle’s shell with a lacquered top and an inside painted the bright yellow color of the binding on a National Geographic magazine. Beneath the shell were several plastic jugs packed with frozen turtle meat.”
I took just my second flight of the last eighteen months this week, and the rigamarole of pandemic travel continues to be a looming and omniscient anxiety. Reading Steven Rinella’s “The Scavenger’s Guide to Haute Cuisine” was a welcome reminder of just how bizarre and personal things still are just below that antiseptic layer of existential dread. And the reasons we travel are entirely human and personal.
Look.
In a bit of “choose your own adventure” RAC released a music track and artwork that changes based on a sort of blockchain, not adding crypto exactly, but a bit of personal expression that records its journey through one hand to the next.
“Whoever owns the guitar stem gets to choose bow it’s played in the current master track. It doesn’t stop there. The artwork by @for.ur.fyi also mirror the music. Each stem has a constituent visual component that changes based on the underlying choice.”
The future of NFTs may well be a an expressive one.
Drink.
Dwinell Country Ales, Field Hop
An unctuous, grassy, savory saison made with a delicately pungent and flower-sweet yarrow from the high deserts of Oregon and Washington. Dwinell’s “Country Ales” express a region with a kind of “looking around” at the local flora. Their fruited saisons are some of the best in the country, but these wild ales that express the sort of barely-there aspects of the dry and dusty landscape of Klickitat County out along Hood River are the ones that fully capture my imagination.
