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Photo diary: visit to a Brazilian flour mill, 10-17-12

October 17, 2012

The project I’m here in Brazil working with Habitat for Humanity on is building the 66th of a projected 100 houses meant to be occupied by women who work in a nearby flour mill. Today, the third of a five-day building experience, before we started working we visited the mill.

Obviously, it’s not just women who work at the mill.

But apparently the women especially don’t have much financial independence in this community, and they would like more. Their job consists of peeling cassava all day long, often from midnight until 11 am, with a break for a meal around 6 am. They get paid $10 for peeling a ton of cassava, which takes about a day for a skilled worker.

Cassava is a staple of Brazilian diets, and we’ve eaten it in several forms — polenta-like chucks of Generic Starch, consumed with stew, for instance; fried in tiny strips like shoestring potatoes; a millet-like grain served as a garnish sprinkled over virtually anything you might eat. This mill processes cassava in two ways that we might label dry and wet. In this section of the mill, the peeled cassava is shoveled into a chopper that grinds it up, and this guy loads the result into a low-tech system that squeezes the liquid out of it.

Then this machine sifts and stirs the dry stuff til it becomes the flour known as manioc.

I love the contrast between this shop with its hard-working barefoot dark-skinned laborers and the poster of shiny white fashion models. What I’ve left out of this picture, of course, is the sight of a dozen gringos with cameras taking pictures of everything.

The other side of the mill processes cassava in very different ways. First, the peeled tubers soak in vat until they soften.

After the liquid has been extracted from them, the remainder gets processed into fine flour used to make cakes and tapioca (a word which to Brazilians means NOT pudding or custard but a quickly fried ingredient-vehicle that’s like a cross between a tortilla and a crepe). One step involves these boys stomping on tied-up bags of mushed up manioc.

This guy was a knockout.

This woman manages the second section of the mill.

The compound also includes farm animals — cattle, horses — and, you know, a parakeet.

Photo diary: Walking around Rio on a rainy day

October 13, 2012

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The last thing one pictures when preparing to visit a glamorous seaside destination such as Rio de Janiero is rain. For my two days in Rio before the Habitat for Humanity build, I booked a room in a hotel right on the famous Ipanema beach and looked forward to a little extra bit of summertime lounging and then maybe taking a bus tour of the major sightseeing landmarks (Corcovado, Sugar Loaf). Imagine my disappointment when we landed on an overcast day that turned progressively chilly, damp, drizzly, then rainy. It reminded me of going to Maui one February and being outraged when it rained virtually every day – how dare it not be sunny and clear on my vacation?!?

But secretly I was glad. Rather than spending a lot of money to sit on a tour bus for five hours (after an 11-hour flight), I much prefer to experience the city in the ordinary ways that natives do: going for a walk, shopping at the supermarket, sitting in a café writing in my journal. So that’s how I spent my day. I Googled “What to do on a rainy day in Rio” and found the perfect write-up from a blogger who calls himself Gringo Rio, among whose several suggestions was a visit to the botanical gardens, rain or shine. It was a leisurely 45-minute walk there through Ipanema and Leblon (chic adjoining neighborhoods) and along Lagoa Rodrigo de Freitas, the large lake in the middle of Rio. Of course, when I got there, I realized that I don’t give a hoot about gardens. I know nothing about plants and trees. I had more fun taking pictures of public art (aka graffiti) on my walk and sitting in the café at the Jardim Botanico chatting with two strangers — a chatty Dane and a quieter Belgian — who met at the airport and seem to be having a travel fling.


Every snack bar on the beach sells (for R$4) coconuts you sip with a straw. I idly wondered where all these coconuts come from, and then I saw this supply truck that circulates up and down Rio do Sul restocking all day long.


Mil-forhas

a witty homage to Matisse by sculptor Alice Pittaluga

Rio is another bike-friendly city with a system that allows you to rent bikes and leave them at drop-off racks all over the city.

 

 

 

 

Photo diary: TURBULENCE at New York Live Arts

October 11, 2012

October 6 — Keith Hennessy and Circo Zero’s Turbulence (a dance about the economy)

Photo diary: the week oblique

August 12, 2012

stockings in Soho

sleep study

the luchador museum

Bad Hair Day at Damrosch Park

Astoria brunch

 

 

 

 

Photo diary: Colorado — the Huscher/Shewey clan

August 1, 2012

Andy’s cousin Rick graciously offered to drive us back to Denver, all 6 of us jammed into their car: Rick and his wife Kristi, me and Andy, and their daughters Sara and Kara, the latter of whom took the wayback.

We spent the rest of the weekend visiting my sisters Barbara and Joanne, who were meeting Andy for the first time. They live in Aurora, where Barbara and I were born and where I lived for a year while my Air Force father was stationed in Vietnam.

Aurora has long been our family hometown, so it’s quite strange for the city to become overnight an emblem of tragic violence. The Century 16 movie theater, where the crazed gunman murdered a dozen people and injured 58 more, turns out to be right down the street from where we stayed at Barbara’s house (formerly my parents’ residence). A week later, the impromptu memorial to the victims was in full swing.

Barbara and her husband Steve put us up in their guest room, whose decorative motif is Barbara’s favorite animal.

She’s seriously into giraffes.

My niece Carlee hosted a Sunday afternoon gathering, which gave me a chance to see her and her siblings, Jeri and Adam, and to meet Carlee’s new partner Mike and Adam’s new partner Laura.

Long lean Jeri as a hobby hand-paints T-shirts like the one modeled by her long lean son Kody.

Kody has bonded heavily with Mike’s rambunctious and adorably cute four-year-old, Josh.

Barbara’s house is full of pets, especially when Joanne brings her dog Molly over to commune with Barbara’s dog Rusty and her cat Callie. Only once did I manage to sight Lady, Barbara’s other cat who hides out all day under the bed and prowls the house by night. Let’s face it: Lady is a vampire.

While Andy and I were in Iceland in June, my sisters took a cruise to Alaska to celebrate my older sister Marianne’s 60th birthday. Barbara and Steve gave me a photo album from the trip that contained a big surprise — Barbara had brought along a mask of me that they had themselves photographed with all along the tour, “Where’s Waldo”-style.

And then Barbara got up early to chauffeur us to the flight back to New York. Sisters are great.