This Friday brings us an eclectic mix of shout-outs, and happenings. First…us.

In Interview
We’re not necessarily the types to toot our own horn much…we’re not even the types to type the word “toot” unless it’s part of a CLASSIC joke, but we were lucky enough to sit down recently with Amy Schroeder. Amy is the famed founder of one of our all-time favorite magazines, Venus, and she’s now gone on to start the DIY Business Association, which “empowers, educates, and connects creative small businesses and self-employed people to help them grow their businesses.” Cool, right? We attended their inaugural conference in Brooklyn at the end of June, and Amy was kind enough to ask us to do an interview for her site on small business client relationships, the start of raven + crow studio, and how being a jerk isn’t worth it. For serious. Check it out here, and stay tuned to DIYBA for more exciting events and news.

Red Hook Wed
One of our all-time-ever favorite artists and people is Jane Hyder Buck of the letterpress studio, Foxy and Winston. Jane’s been doing beautiful cards, baby clothing, bags, and wedding invites for years. So we were psyched when we saw this wedding invite map she designed for a Red Hook wedding. Beautifully awesome.

Vegan Nitty Gritty
Here’s a nice article in the Huffington Post from author Maya Gottfried on going cruelty-free and how it changed her life.

No Mo Moo’s Blues
Speaking of cruelty-free, check out this story of a recently rescued calf at Woodstock Farm Animal Sanctuary. We were able to meet Kayli the calf this week and she truly is adorable. Nice job, WFAS!

The Air Up There
Finally, check out the crazy nuts aerialist, Seanna Sharpe on the Williamsburg Bridge earlier this week. She may have been charged with a felony offense, but this is pretty amazing nonetheless. Best of luck to her and her partner as they suss all of that out. And we sincerely hope you all have a great weekend!

Wild Flag • Future Crimes
You know how every band you ever liked in college has gotten back together in the past few years to play crazy over-priced shows and make you kind of feel bad for how old they are and—worse—how old you are? I know, right?

What if, instead of doing that, a bunch of your favorite musicians from your favorite bands started a NEW band that played NEW music? Like that band Eric Bachman, Mac McCaughan, Davey von Bohlen, and Björk started, Smokejumper. Or the one Carrie Brownstein, Rebecca Cole, Mary Timony, and Janet Weiss started, Wild Flag.

Okay, that first one’s 100% made-up, but how crazy would that band be? The second one, however, is as real as the massive cloud of humidity that’s settled upon New York City and most everywhere else in the US today. But much, MUCH more awesome. Timony (of Helium fame, for anyone who’s having trouble harkening back), who now lives in DC, and the other band mates (Brownstein + Weiss of Sleater-Kinney, most notably, Cole of the Minders), who live in Portland, were evidently hesitant to proclaim this a ‘new band’ at first, understandably. As their Merge bio puts it:
“Wild Flag wanted to figure out dynamics, hear how the songs breathed in a live context, build cohesion and unity, and emerge as a singular force prior to putting those sounds onto tape. Wild Flag always intended to grow organically, never wanting to take for granted that an audience existed based on previous endeavors. So, instead of recording an album and then playing shows, they went on various tours, playing tiny club shows in the US and building up a fervent audience of their own.”

So kinda the opposite of what all these other old bands are doing—”Hey kid…who is now an old man…come see us play all those old songs. You liked it then, you’ll like it now. We can drink $9 Buds.” Or something. Admirable, but how do they SOUND?

So far, so good, we say. Of the three songs released so far, one’s a pretty tripped out, psych-y version of what I would assume to be a modern day Helium song, with Timony taking the lead vocals; one’s a rather blissfully simple nod to the more classic Sleater-Kinney sound (this week’s Song of the Week); and the most recent one—”Romance”—seems the most unique so far, blending a whole lot of recognizable sounds with some retro-sounding backing vocals and handclaps and plenty of new…just goodness. High-five to the new-old-new!!!!

Wild Flag’s playing all over the place this fall to support their debut full-length that….HEY!…is coming out on our anniversary. Well now we HAVE to pre-order it. Let’s see, 1st is paper; 2nd, cotton;…and yeah, 8th—indie rock super-group albums! What are the odds?

Today’s Journal of the Movement of the World is an object study of my grandfather’s old pocketknife. I’ve had it for as long as he’s been gone, and it’s warm, worn edges and weathered  steel remind me of him. The older I get, the more keepsakes like this seem to mean to me, especially when they bring back such welcome memories of a man I loved so much—cutting up and handing me slices of Granny Smith apple; sharpening its tiny blades at his basement workbench and filling the air with a hot metallic smell; or just turning it over in his hands, sitting and watching the summer day glide by on his back porch. Would that I could put my self by his side there now.

Being from the south originally, there are a number of things I miss, now that I live in the home of the Yankees. There’s the random, and, now, sometimes unsettling friendliness of strangers (we got seriously FREAKED OUT one time in the mid-west when a stranger passed by us and suddenly, unprovoked, said ‘hello’); there’s the easy calm of the south and the seemingly supernatural slowing down of the clock; and then the impromptu, unassuming means of entertaining—swimming holes, house parties, garage shows…. Yes, we obviously need to get out of town for a bit, but, point being, the thing I miss most of all is the food.

Being vegan, a lot of traditional southern food’s a total no-go. But, having grown up around it and having those tastes imbedded into my gustatory memory, they’re foods I’m constantly trying to replicate and improve upon in their vegan version.

This past weekend, in the brief calm that came in the eye of the storm of awesomeness that was this past holiday weekend, Katie  and enjoyed a much-needed lazy Sunday morning, taking our minds on a quick trip to the south. We made vegan bloody marys, kicked back, watched some World Cup, and whipped up a mean batch of homemade biscuits and gravy. In doing so, I was reminded of the fact that our ‘buttermilk’ biscuit recipe, originally posted on a friend’s blog—the Discerning Brute—in 2009, had been buried a bit in the e-stacks of interweb pages to come thereafter. Thus, with today’s post, we’ll re-publish said recipe and correct it a bit from our original post.

These warm, savory, buttery blocks of awesomeness were a mainstay of my extended family from Virginia and something that could be found on the table every Sunday and holiday. Being the transplant that I am, though, this particular recipe is an adaptation of a recipe from the Waverly Inn in the West Village, published by GQ a while back.

They’re best right out of the oven with some choice fruit preserves, smothered in a nice vegan gravy, or just eaten straight-up. Though we made a couple of leftover ones into some MEAN tempeh sandwiches yesterday. The trick with cooking these is to keep the mixture as cold as possible when making them and to touch them (warm hands) as little as possible so that the bits of margarine—which make them flakey—don’t melt before they’re baked. Make the whole batch and them freeze what you won’t eat for later. And this recipe can be doubled if you’re cooking for some sort of vegan army.

• 2 Cups All-Purpose Flour (we like King Arthur brand)
• 1/2 Tbsp Sea Salt
• 1/8 Tsp Baking Soda
• 1 1/2 Tbsp Baking Powder
• 1/2 Tsp Sugar
• 1/4 Lb. (about 1/2 Cup) Cold Vegan Margarine (non-hydrogenated, ideally with no palm oil—here’s why)
• 3/4 Cup Almond, Soy, or Oat Milk (ideally, unsweetened)
• 1/4 Cup Apple Cider Vinegar

First, combine the dry ingredients in a large metal bowl. On a cutting board, dice the margarine into small cubes, about one inch square. Really try to touch them as little as possible, using a utensil to slide the cubes off the knife, and toss a little flour onto the pieces as you add them to the bowl of dry ingredients so they don’t stick together.
Take a stiff rubber spatula and mix the dry ingredients into the margarine, using the spatula to firmly break the cubes into smaller, pea-sized pieces, cutting the margarine into the flour mix. Be very thorough with this part, making sure you break up all the cubes into tiny pieces. This is what makes the biscuits flakey.

In a measuring cup, mix the milk and vinegar together to simulate a buttermilk and let it sit for a few minutes. If you’re not a huge buttermilk fan, use less or no vinegar, compensating with the milk so the total mixture equals one cup. Slowly add this to the flour-margarine mixture as you stir with the spatula. Once it’s mixed together, the dough will look pretty wet, which is a good thing with this recipe.

Now, flour a clean counter-top or cutting board and turn the dough out onto it. Sprinkle some flour on top of the dough and, using your hands, gently fold the dough over itself three or four times, evening it out and flattening it down a bit each time.
Using a rolling pin, gently roll the dough out so it’s about 3/4 to 1 inch thick. You can form an oval or keep the edges rough, for an old-school, uneven look. Using a knife, cut the biscuits into rough squares a little smaller than the size of the desired finished biscuits. I usually make mine a little big—about 4 inches square.

Put these on a cookie sheet and refrigerate them until you’re ready to bake at 375 degrees. They should only take 10-15 minutes, so watch them carefully, waiting until they get a golden brown look.

Now kick back on that imaginary front porch and git eatin!

Okay, okay, okay. We know, Reader—It’s not Monday. But we here at Kindness of Ravens are hella patriotic, and we simply could not bring ourselves to soil the reputation of our fine nation by stooping to such a thing as blogging on the 4th of July. Come that day, if you find us blogging…the terrorists really have won. Are bloggers allowed to write ‘terrorist’ again yet? Hm. I hope so.

Anyway, Reader, as you’re working through that post-holiday procrastination to-do list, prolonging the ever-important task of avoiding true responsibility and productive work, add listening to this week’s Song of the Week right to the top there. Brooklyn’s We Are Augustines (who, like last week’s artist, also have a lovely site) formed among the smokey ruins of the short-lived band, Pela. Shortly after the demise of that band, two of Pela’s main contributors—Bill McCarthy and Eric Sanderson—moved on to the new project that would become We Are Augustines. McCarthy wrote “Book of James” about the suicide of his brother, James, which happened soon after the turbulent times that led to the end of Pela and creation of this new project. The song is a driving, emotional piece, played with a raw intensity and sung with a truthful rasp that are all brought together to create a superb, sincere, and simple sound.

You can get the digital version of their debut album—Rise Ye Sunken Ships—over on the iTunes, and you can hear another nice track and watch a video of people making out in Williamsburg below. Check out their site for some interviews, lyrics, show info, and less make-out-y videos.

We’re super-proud of New York for passing the Marriage Equality Act. Being design nerds, we show that with…design. Der.

Congrats to New York—we all got a bit more free this weekend, gay or straight. And congrats to all of our gay friends. NOW GET GOIN’! We want some super-awesome weddings to go to, stat!!!

Björk • Crystaline

Holy shit, Reader. We’re kinda reeling of late, recovering from our minds continually being blown and then reassembled in new and exciting ways, over the weekend by a ton of DIY BA conference awesomeness—more on that later—and now by the queen of the weirdly beautiful, Björk.  Sit back and enjoy this amazing, so-far-from-disapointing new track from her forthcoming studio album/Web art project, Biophilia (due this September). Our tip: Stick around for the break-beatingly superb ending of the song. Call us overly optimistic and good-mooded today, but we’d say it’s mind-blowing. MIND-BLOWING. Also mind-blowing, her spaced out, crazily designed site. Beautiful and understandably innovative work from m/m paris and Toronto’s Jam3, who are evidently alien robots form the future.

Pin-Up Pandas wanted to wait for summer-proppa to arrive before saying hello this month. Mmmm. Burrito.

 

Via this TRIPPED out tumblr.