Archive for January, 2009

Lawn bowling, French style

Monday, January 26th, 2009

petanqueIf you hang around the towns of southern France, eventually you’ll run into a game of pétanque, also called boules. It’s played in parks, or often, on small hard plots outside the local bar. (This facilitates the frequent accompaniment of a glass of Pernod–and the the usual bet on the game: another Pernod.) The game is simple. The first player throws out a small wooden object ball, called the cochonnet or “little pig,” and follows by throwing one of his boules as close to the little pig as he can. The rest of the players throw their boules, which are about the size of a baseball and made out of steel, until one of them is closer to the cochonnet than the first player. The game continues like this until all boules have been thrown. You score one point for each of your boules which ends up closer than your opponent’s closest ball. Play until one side get to 13.

Unlike the Italian bocce ball or the English lawn bowling, pétanque requires no “court.” Any area of sufficient (about 12 by 30 feet) size will do just fine.

The balls weigh about 28 ounces (800 grams). They are typically thrown with the palm facing down, the better to impart a backspin which limits the ball’s roll. Also strict rules say the feet must be together when the ball is thrown. In fact, the name pétanque comes from Provençal words meaning “feet together.”

The best boules are, of course, French. You can buy plenty of cheap varieties, but the ones you’ll see most in France, and the ones we’ve used here for more than twenty years, are made by Obut. They’re available through www.petanqueamerica.com.

Let Last.fm recommend new music

Monday, January 19th, 2009

sinatraIn case you’ve always relied on just few friends to recommend new music, you might want to expand your list of friends. last.fm, while not necessarily news to anyone who has been on the web looking for music, is an easy way to do just that. With hundreds of thousands of users, last.fm has built a huge database of musical tastes based on their users’ preferences. You can start by typing in an artist you like, and recommendations for other artists you might appreciate will pop up. Based on all these recommendations, you can create your own library, and even your own “radio station.” Finally, you can just listen to your “library” or your station on your computer while you’re doing all the rest of the stuff you have to do while chained to your computer.

If you don’t want to bother retyping the names of your favorite artists, last.fm can connect to your iPod via a downloadable piece of software. It picks though your song lists and makes recommendations.

Only a couple of caveats: the navigation is a little convoluted, and sometimes there are bandwidth problems. Sometimes when you’re surfing around the site, you’ll lose the song you were listening to and there doesn’t seem to be any easy way to get back to it. (This problem can be solved by just opening another window and doing your surfing there. Just don’t start another song or you’ll have two going at once.) Also, buffering is sometimes slower than you can play the song, so it will interrupt itself and you’ll get a little dead air while you wait for the stream.

The site supports itself with advertising, subscriptions, and selling mp3 downloads of songs. You might want to consider a subscription (2.50 euros per month–about $3.27 US at today’s exchange rate.) If you subscribe, you get unlimited listens to a song–non subscribers can only listen to a song three times–and you won’t see any ads.

Our best tip: start with Frank Sinatra and see where he takes you.

Bust Magazine, when you want to know what she may be thinking

Tuesday, January 13th, 2009

Bust Magazine Cover

Bust bills itself as the magazine for “women who have something to get off their chests.” Now far be it from us to even think of women’s chests, but since they started it…

Actually, Bust is one of the few women’s mags that is intelligible to men. It’s “independent,” which means it’s not owned by one of the big publishing houses. As such, its pages are filled with features that seemingly appeal to women who might have more on their minds than just clothes, makeup, and men. If you look at the staff listing, you’ll note that the entire staff is women. Same for all the freelancers who write the stories. (We hope that some poor guy at least gets to empty the wastebaskets.)

You’ll find too that the stories are about women–particularly accomplished women, or at least interesting women. Musicians, designers, writers, business women, and heavy metal fans are all profiled intelligently. There’s not a paean to Colin Farrell to be found. And we like that because we find women interesting, too. Especially those who don’t give a damn about Colin Farrell.

Another thing we like about Bust is its earthiness. Its recent holiday gift guide was full of imaginative economical gifts picked by their staff, whom we’ve come to trust to be insightful at the same time as being reasonable. Almost all the gifts were under $100, but all of them would reveal the thoughtfulness of a giver much more than his current recession-emptied wallet. Bust’s advertising reflects this sensibility as well. Lots of independent designers of clothing and jewelry advertise here. Neither Dolce nor Gabbana are to be found in its pages.

More evidence of Bust’s style is its not-so-tacit admission that women are interested in sex. There are the expected advice columns, of course, but they tend to assume the reader is already having sex. The thrust (pardon the pun but we couldn’t resist) of the columns is how to get more out of it. We like that. Our favorite, though, (hey, we are men, after all) is the back-of-the-book “One-Handed Read.” You figure it out.

Gift subscriptions to Bust are highly recommended. If you don’t have a woman who’d appreciate this mag, reading it yourself couldn’t hurt your search for one. You’ll be happy you did.