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Søgaards Utzon Center Blond

7 Dec

Though Jørn Utzon isn’t exactly a household name outside of Denmark, you are almost certainly familiar with his work. He is the architect behind one of the twentieth century’s most iconic buildings, the Sydney Opera House.

The late Utzon was born in Copenhagen, but he spent most of his childhood in Ålborg, which is now home to the Utzon Center, a museum of modern architecture and art designed by the man himself, in cooperation with Finnish architect Alvar Aalto. Ålborg is also home to the ambitious Søgaards Brewery, whose range encompasses a variety of international styles and includes some unusual experiments. The Søgaards brewmasters have taken inspiration from the places that inspired Utzon’s architecture to brew two beers for the Utzon Center: Blond and Dark. The label on Utzon Blond explains:

This beer follows Utzon’s footsteps from Australia, where we have gathered the herb lemon myrtle; across Asia for the refreshing character of kaffir lime leaves and ginger; to Spain, where we have selected an orange flower honey to round off the beer and add a light floral flavor. The noble conclusion comes from the Middle East’s delicate and luxurious spice saffron.

Pretty neat. These ingredients may sound weird, but remember that before hops came into favor around the turn of the fifteenth century, bouquets of herbs and flowers called gruits were used to add flavor and bitterness to beer. Dandelion, heather, ginger, burdock, nutmeg, juniper and spruce were common. So while this beer is cosmopolitan and contemporary in its selection of international ingredients, this method of flavoring also recalls ancient brewing traditions. Especially interesting is the inclusion of honey, since the vikings were fond of a sort of mead-beer hybrid that was also flavored with odd spices and herbs.

Utzon Blond is an amber-gold ale with a pillowy white head, and it actually does hit all the notes described on the label: Australian lemon myrtle and kaffir lime leaf provide a pleasantly soapy, citric top note, while the honey gives the beer a sweet foundation. Floral, savory saffron floats by in the background. All around it is very fruity, slightly tangy and rather robust – probably not as arresting as Utzon’s designs, but just as intriguing and unique!

One More for the Road: The Tenrec

3 Jul

Or, how I learned to stop worrying and completely lose respect for proponents of Intelligent Design theory.

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I found this disgusting little monster stuffed and safely caged behind class at the charmingly out-of-date Horniman Museum the other day. I tried my best to draw it accurately because I thought it was so weird. It is called a tenrec, and it is an ACTUAL ANIMAL that EXISTS on PLANET EARTH! Ugh!

In the Wikipedia entry, the tenrec isn’t so bad looking. It’s actually kind of cute, in a pitifully ugly kind of way. But the real thing that I beheld at the Horniman (which actually may have been a different species) was utterly demonic. Why oh why would God – whoop, I mean why would an intelligent designer ever think to make something so hideous?! There are two explanations:

  1. The creator of all life on earth is cruel, disturbed, and/or artistically impaired.
  2. There is no creator of all life on earth.

Take your pick!

Spring Art Roundup 1: Beach Blanket Babylon and Beyond

2 Jul

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It was a productive spring, art-wise. I have been working on some cleanup animation for a London studio, I did some storyboarding for a friend (to be featured in my next post), and I also made some concept art for an idea for a video game that originally came to me five and a half years ago. On top of all of this, the swanky and stylish Shoreditch bar Beach Blanket Babylon has been hosting life drawing sessions every Tuesday… for FREE! For an out-of-work amateur illustrator like myself, this is fantastic. It’s quite professional, too – the crowd isn’t just a bunch of yuppies sipping mojitos, gabbing loudly and attempting the occasional doodle (as I feared it would be). Nope, it’s just like a proper art class, with all the earnest, brow-furrowing geeks that entails. It just happens to be in a bar.

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The models have been great, too. So far three sessions have featured three very different body types – and the instructor said that next week it will be a pregnant woman! Crazy!

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Another awesome way to practice drawing is to take advantage of London’s many free museums. Here are a couple sketches from the Wellcome Collection, a fascinating museum of art and artifacts related to medicine:

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This glass flask struck me as very cartoonish.

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And these wax busts display unusual folding of the flesh at the back of the head; apparently, this was one way that psychiatrists diagnosed people with learning disabilities back in the day. Neat, huh?

Myanmar Stream of Consciousness: Week 2 ミャンマーの旅の意識の流れ・第二週

14 Jan

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So it’s finally happened. After three weeks complaining about my trip, diverting myself with powerful Asian alcohol, pining for England and all those wonderful English people and things therein, hoping and secretly dreading this would happen, it’s happened:

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I’ve come to a place so beautiful, so awesome, it’s countered all my complaints and redeemed the entire trip: Bagan.

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The cold shadow of the government can still be felt here – they uprooted a huge population of farmers to turn Bagan into a World Heritage site – but it’s like nothing I’ve ever seen before. Yes, there are temples (and I thought I was sick of temples), but these are different: the red bricks set stark against the chartreuse fields of lentils and sesame, more than eight hundred years old and absolutely stunning. Pictures can’t do it justice – and neither can words like stunning, mysterious, breathtaking, or Indiana Jonesy. You’ve really just got to see it for yourself.

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And if you can afford it (I can’t – being a travel agent had it’s perks!), you absolutely must book a $250 trip with Balloons Over Bagan.

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As it turns out, Bagan has more to offer than just gorgeous vistas and thrilling balloon rides. There are also palm trees. Okay, the sight of palm trees probably won’t excite most of you, but how about the taste of palm trees? In Bagan you can visit little palm-farming communities, taste the toffee-like palm sugar they produce, quaff the “sky beer” they ferment, and sip the palm rum they distill.

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The sky beer is like a cross between traditional cider and traditional lambic – its wild, fruity sourness makes it exceptionally refreshing, and really good with a plate of Yangon Restaurant’s fried chicken, smoldering in the heat of pulverized garlic and chilies.

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Remember how I said Bagan redeemed the entire trip? Okay, well, I lied. After visiting the palm farm we drove for two nauseating hours to an equally nauseating mountain, Mt. Popa. After climbing Mt. Popa’s 777 steps, each one of them covered in unpredictable macaques along with copious amounts of their piss and shit, you are rewarded with an ugly temple and a shrug-worthy view of the surrounding area (you can’t even see Bagan). Oh, and did I mention you have to do this barefoot, since the whole mountain is considered part of the temple? Give me a break. Nope – no break. After Mt. Popa it’s another two-hour drive to Salay, site of an equally unimpressive wooden monastery and a hideous, gilded, twelve-foot lacquered Buddha. And the dirt-road drive back to Bagan? Please – don’t remind me.

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I left Bagan suspecting that nothing would top it in the next five weeks of my trip – and nothing did, but that doesn’t mean that Mandalay wasn’t really cool, too. The workshops here are incredible – this is the destination for Oriental knick-knacks to decorate your dining room/body: bronze, gold, silver, jewels, woodwork, puppets, embroidery, tapestries, silk, cotton, lacquer – Mandalay has all of it in spades.

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And while you’re there, make sure you take a trip to Amarapura to see the world’s longest teak bridge – cooler than it sounds.

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Whatever goodwill this trip earned in Bagan, it totally squandered in our next destination: Kyaing Tong. Kyaing Tong is probably a fine place to visit if you like rat-infested hotels without enough hot water and extremely awkward encounters with impoverished tribal villagers; but otherwise, steer clear. I suppose there are some deluded tourists who think it will be fun to “discover” these people, but at this point most of the villagers, including the children, are accustomed to being objectified and whatever little interest they have in interacting with tourists quickly dissipates once you’ve handed over the candies and medicines that Lonely Planet has instructed you to bring. Phooey to visiting hill tribes – but the treks did offer some nice views.

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Then again, they aren’t as nice as some of the views to come: next week it’s off to Pindaya, Inle Lake, and Ngapali Beach – the best beach I’ve ever been to.

Jorvik ヨーヴィック

26 Oct

It seems to me that the English in general have a very high tolerance strange affinity for camp and kitsch. The four-meter-tall statue of Freddie Mercury on Tottenham Court Road, the Charles Dickens theme park in Kent, and the endless pages of High School Musical 3 coverage in the free papers all seem to suggest that kitsch is as much a part of English culture as kawaii is of Japanese culture.

Nowhere is this more apparent than at the Jorvik Centre in the charming city of York. York is so far north it may as well be in Scotland, and it has a castle, and cool old city walls, and attractive buildings dating back to some ridiculously early period. Of course, practically every sizable city in England seems to have a castle and cool old walls and buildings, so what what really makes York special is the Jorvik Viking Centre. Around the same time The Specials gained national fame for “Ghost Town,” York was making headlines for the discovery of huge amounts of viking bones and artifacts below the city streets. The vikings apparently pillaged York in the early 900s, and the chilly, wet Yorkshire soil acted as a sort of refrigerator for all their stuff, preserving it neatly for a millennium or so. In 1979, a bunch of archaeologists decided to dig it all up, and the unlikely outcome of this massive excavation is the Jorvik Centre, a viking museum-theme park that feels like something that could have been an EPCOT Center reject.

Visitors are taken into a time machine that dumps them in the year 927, a few decades after the initial viking invasion of York, at that time called Jorvik (pronounced “you’re Vic”). Here they are loaded into a helmet-shaped gondola that tugs them through the viking settlement, complete with horrible animatronics, considerably better architectural recreations, and weird smells. Actually, make that weird smell – the literature on the Jorvik Centre says that visitors will be able to smell distinct things – viking food, viking poo, etc. – but really there is just one, overbearing odor through the whole thing, a sort of musty, yeasty, vaguely cheesy odor.

Following the viking settlement tour there are cabinet-style displays and employees acting like vikings who give little talks and demonstrations about viking material culture. This part was actually pretty interesting. I especially liked the information about the vikings’ diet – who knew they ate so many oysters? – and the interactive “Are you a viking?” quiz, which allows visitors to see how closely they resemble the vikings physically, culturally, and gastronomically. There was a queue for this and I was too impatient to find out whether or not I am a viking by the Jorvik Centre’s standards. But screw them, anyway – I don’t need their seal of approval!

I also liked the viking skeleton they had laid out which detailed all his wounds and grotesque ailments. The skeleton had about a dozen injuries from spears, arrows, and clubs, and the placard merely stated that he “probably” died in battle. Really, probably? The man had a spear wound that severed two of his cervical vertebrae. Ouch.

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