Our newest...

So, while by no means a hater, my boss, Emilio, dislikes Coldplay. Paul Simon, Bob Dylan, and all the other classics, he is into, but just don't think about mentioning Chris Martin in the car, without expecting to see his face go sour, followed by some remark to get serious about your taste in music. So when he denied me permission to use a Sufjan Stevens song in this video, saying not to take it personally, I chose to even the score by selecting none other than a poppy Coldplay song, for the final video of a class he will be teaching in Portland next week Saturday. While I do enjoy the song, we both gathered around the computer this morning to see what I had concocted over the previous couple of hours, he rubbing his  hands together, and me holding in a smirk, that would become laughter as the artist of the song was revealed in the opening notes. 

I suppose anything was better than Sufjan's Chicago, as Emilio noted that he liked the video, and that it would work; which now means that I will more assuredly select something out of the classic rock genre for my next video, to again grant myself some leeway for these alternative ears.  Until then, the song is Hurts like Heaven, and accompanies video I shot in May of our machinery at the hulling station. Hope you like. 

One of our newest (shot over the course of this passed harvest)

RP207 - Basics of Coffee Processing (class toward completion of Roaster Guild Certification)

Green Coffee Processing: Size Grading

Video from this weeks dry milling at Beneficio El Manzano. 

Set to Idioteque by Radiohead. 

720 minutes to bloom, Coffee Flowering: Finca El Manzano

90 minutes in 90 seconds...

Varietal Experiment Part 2 - 'Picking'

Second part of an experiment we're working on at the plantation. Really learning to enjoy video making/editing.

Music - Manu Chao '15 Homens'

It has been some time....

First go at new editing software. Intro clip to a film we're hoping to make on an experiment with different varieties of coffee.

Happy Thanksgiving

Depulping Intro Video: October 31, 2011

"Where's your string?"

(I set pen to page, squared up to my failure; from the notion that blogging is easy, living is hard. If my world is grey, the people written about are painted solely from the motivation to draw from a colorful source).

I built a fence for my father, the summer after my freshman year of college, that, despite his hesitations, is still standing to this day.

There are a few beams, I'm confident he wanted dug deeper, but, at the time, he didn't have the time to stay, and help me through it, only 15 minute intervals between meetings, inspections, and orange-cranberry snack breaks at Dunkin Donuts; which, nearly always began with, "auhhh Michael," rolling his eyes, "I wanted the beams on the inside," or, "auhhh Michael," with hands in the air, "these posts need to be at least two more inches off the ground; the grassline is gonna grow right over the base, and then they're ruined;" meanwhile, grabbing a brick and two-by-four, he suggested I position it beneath the fence, standing on the two-by-four which had, by that point, been placed onto the brick, creating a teeter-totter like effect, hoisting the fence to the desired two inches into the air, where he then recommended I screw it into place; all before, "Oh! I'm late," running quickly back through the house to his truck.

But the one command, I still hear, anytime leveling is in need, is the one to stretch a string.

As if I didn't have enough on my hands, attempting his fulcrum-hoisting strategy, with screw gun in right hand, and six panel, double sided fence held in place with the other, he would call it from nearby windows, or out the screen patio, where he would stand, and watch through, "stretch a string Mike; you need a string; how are you gonna know when it's level if you don't have a string Mike?"

I love my father; I think the fence is fine. That question seems to come to mind, when watching projects like the one today; and when mindful of my life's, metaphorical fence, being unleveled.

The construction is moving quick, and I'm scrambling to learn how to take and edit video, while trying not to overdue things i think are nice.

Bare feet concrete

Drying patio construction at Beneficio El Manzano.

Ever since moving to El Salvador, I've wanted to capture cement mixing in some form. No matter where you go in the country, at every construction site, you will find men mixing their concrete in this manner.

They start by creating a pile of cement mix and sand, before hollowing out the center; at which point they pour water, creating a pool within their man-made crater. They then slowly, and always in pairs, work the the mix from the outside, into the middle, until water has meshed with mix.

I've always loved watching it, and noting the far greater implications for the development of societies. If the states are cement trucks, mixers, and work boots, rural El Salvador is this video, and barefoot.