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DECEMBER 14, 2010

ARTS & ENTERTAINMENT

Double Trouble: Real Food Nation By Maria Acciani and Whitney Will

mashed Yukon gold potatoes ($12.95). Instead of fries with the burger, we sampled their In the chilling months of organic pinto bean soup with the year, the cold and early roasted tomato salsa right on darkness cause a fountain of top. To wash it down we had a pea coats and scarves among hot mug of apple cider ($1.95) the student body, not to men- and some Kombucha ($3.95 tion the contraband space from Santa Fe Tea Co.). heaters. There is melancholy We sat down and watched in the air; the confluence of the people while we waited watching everything die, and for the food to arrive. A man the comfort of huddling to- sitting near us wore a skirt, gether for warmth. On a crisp a turban, and a shirt covered evening such as this, we drove in sequins sewed in the shape into the dark of a butterfly in search of and carried some comtwo purses. fort food. He colored After an the otherentire age of wise preman (roughly dictable astwenty minsortment of utes), we armiddle-aged rived at Real Santa Fe Food Naartsy adults tion, sitting and ecojauntily aside conscious Old Las Veday-laborers gas highway. that need a By the time haircut. The we left, the Located at 624 Old Las Vegas walls were drive there Highway (505) 466-3886 decorated in seemed like a local artist’s nothing compared to the bliss quilting. in our world. Our food arrived very First of all, this place is quickly; the steaming apple cihip: chalkboard menus, seat- der and warm stew were an aring from counters to tables omatic dream of the coziness to cushions on the floor, and of autumn. The beef broke a staff which is exceedingly apart at the prompting of a approachable, knowledgeable fork, encouraging guilt-free about the menu, and helpful indulgence due to it being loin making choices by offering cal and grass-fed. The mashed samples. potatoes were not overworked The food is sourced lo- or gooey but serenaded the cally and organically without taste buds with hints of salt. inflating the price. The resA pickle, tasting suspicioustaurant grows an acre of its ly homemade, accompanied own organic produce. They the burger. After the first bite, offer meat, vegetarian, and Maria declared this burger to vegan options, as well as glu- be her telos and judged her life ten-free. A wide range of teas, complete after the exclamacoffee, espresso, beer, and tion “cheesus Christ” in referwine are available. The res- ence to the French feta. The taurant is all levels of casual: soup was warm and the tortithey serve three meals a day lla strips on top added a lovely in the café, offer take-out, crunch. and, on Wednesday through This food is the opposite Saturday after 5:30 pm, table of Marc Antony. No “empty service reigns the place. And flourishes” or “unsteady efour favorite part: the drive- forts for glory” here. This thru. YES. Vegan food from a place offers the Brutus of food: drive-thru. Take that, Burrito virtuous, but unlike Cato still Spot. makes one feel good. The porAfter several mini-spasms tions are not overwhelming. of delight over the range of the menu, we ordered the spiced Maria Acciani is a Sophomore at lamb burger with French feta, St. John’s College, Santa Fe. She tomato-pepper relish on fo- can be reached at mjacciani@ caccia ($12.95, meat sourced gmail.com. Whitney Will is a in NM), and the beef stew Sophomore at St. John’s College, with carrots, mushrooms, Santa Fe. She can be reached at leeks, red wine, and a side of whitneyiwill@gmail.com

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Out and About: SelfGuided Photography Tours

By Caroline Gorman

I’m no expert in photography; I have neither a theoretical nor a practical knowledge of cameras. But photography can be appreciated in a non-technical way, and often it’s the perfect escape from campus. These four galleries combine permanence, geographic proximity, and general appeal: Teresa Neptune (728 Canyon Road) Teresa Neptune’s black and white photos are full of crumbling adobe buildings, canyon walls, cacti, and cowboys. My favorite photo that-should-be-hackneyed-but-somehow-isn’t has a wooden fence and gate in the foreground. On top of the gate’s high crossbar, a bull’s skull, complete with horns, looks out across a very long and empty plain. There are also several skilled photos of a rectilinear house silhouetted against a wind-worn and almost sinuous canyon wall. Only recommended for those who harbor a romanticized notion of the southwest. Ronnie Layden Fine Art (901 Canyon Road, across the street from the Teahouse) Ronnie Layden’s photos are the product of his extensive traveling: Indian temples, traditional geishas, Roman arches. He is particularly adept with fog (his technique for creating it on sunny days is to breathe onto his camera lens) and some of his photographs are simplicity itself: gargoyles peering out of the fog, the lines of a skyscraper being gently effaced by the fog. My favorite, though, is far from simple. It features an abandoned French cathedral at night: the exterior lights are point upward, so the light enters the arches and illuminates the vaulted ceiling, which is reflected in the irregular pools of water on the ground with perfect ragged-edge placidity. His paintings, on the other hand, pose an interesting question about how well a photographer’s skill transfers to other mediums. The artist is almost always present, happy to have a visitor, and eager to talk about photography techniques. While you’re visiting Canyon Road, you should also visit the Chalkfarm Gallery (729 Canyon Road). While most of the gallery is

eerie and predictable ‘fantasy’ art, the gallery hosts one artist who justifies the entire building: Vladimir Kush (pronounced “koosh”). Full of exuberant symbolism and strange lands, his work is often mistakenly called surrealism. His website calls his artwork ‘metaphorical realism,’ and the metaphors about time, mourning, and order in creation are too explicit to be surrealism. His work is truly fantastic: he introduces new creatures (snail people who read as they slide towards the sea) and new landscapes — the clouds have strings and can be orchestrated by a crowd, flowers gather for a last supper, and a lone boatsman rows through the bark of a tree. His work is ordered, pure, happy, and mathematically symbolic. And for those reasons, strangely comforting. Now I’m going to mention a place that may not be in easy walking distance, but has to be mentioned while we’re talking about photography: Monroe Photo Gallery (112 Don Gaspar, a block away from the plaza). There are two ways to approach the iconic images at the Monroe Gallery. Don DeLillo’s White Noise mentions a farmhouse whose sole claim to fame is that is it the most photographed farmhouse in America. The tourists who visit it are taking pictures of a picture. You can look at the Kennedys at the beach, Muhammed Ali in the ring, Marilyn Monroe in the white dress, and think about how things become icons, how certain moments and objects get taken out of the flow of time to become changeless and eternal. But this is necessarily accompanied by also seeing the real flow of events under the few moments that became fossilized: you see Jackie Kennedy bite her lip, you can count Gandhi’s ribs. This immersion in the real, everyday flow of things provides another kind of iconic image: the less-famous moments which imperfectly exemplify a time, a place, a way of being — sailors kissing nurses, a circus tent gently billowing to the ground, an over-packed station wagon on an empty road. Caroline Gorman is a Senior at St. John’s College, Santa Fe. She can be reached at carolinekgorman@ yahoo.com

Holiday Dinner Tonight in the Dinning Hall from 5 p.m. until 7 p.m.

High Noon in the Library

By Elaine Fortuna

Our generation grew up with the family-friendly, animal-centric Disney version of Robin Hood. But just as Disney started his career, Warner Brothers made a version of the English legend that is still considered a classic. It is no wonder, since it stars one of the greatest swashbuckling actors of all time, Errol Flynn. Flynn earned consideration as a star three years earlier in the pirate film Captain Blood. Hence, the studio pulled out all the stops; an epic musical score, a cast of hundreds, and even color film, still quite unusual in 1938. Warner Brothers spent their money wisely, for The Adventures of Robin Hood is a wonderful film. It follows the basic story, which we all know from childhood, but is interwoven with adult themes like preju-

dice and loyalty. Occasionally the film can get a little preachy on these matters, but the script is wise enough to stop just as the preachiness begins to drag down the film. The rest of the film is a glorious combination of set pieces, sword fights, and love stories. I hate to sound like a trailer voiceover, but the film really does have something for everyone. Action! Humor! Romance! Lovely Costumes! Talented Actors! A Good Script For Once! The film may not be as philosophical as The African Queen, but then again, not all films need to be. This film is a good way to spend an hour and a half, especially if you need to unwind after paper writing. Elaine Fortuna is a Senior at St. John’s College, Santa Fe. She can be reached at etfortuna@sjcsf.edu

Collegium Tonight in the Great Hall starting at 7:00 p.m.

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