Prometheus and the Invisible.

Fire has come a long way since the day of the Promethean gift. I am reading in today's New York Times of a recent experiment to bend light waves around an object so that the object, a beach ball say, disappears -- at least to one's sight.

It was the Titan god, Prometheus, who started man on this quest to conquer his domain, when he, Prometheus, stole fire from the lightning bolt of Zeus and gave it as a gift to mankind. Zeus punished Prometheus because he feared it would make man like gods.

But equipped with fire, we began our first steps to conquer the world around us. Now thousands of years later Zeus' lightning has been harnessed, wired, transmitted, and even re-directed.

We can be not only warm in winter, but cool in summer, well-lit in the day and night, transported without the effort of walking, and entertained without the effort of thinking. All good things but things which give us a false sense of mastery over the natural order.

The grand and insignificant can easily humble us -- a hurricane cuts off the electricity in subfreezing weather, or a couple of birds fly into a jet engine -- either way, and the unforgiving natural laws conquer us. The separation between life and death is literally inches, seconds, degrees, or molecules away. The fragility of our existence is staggering.

The more we conquer this world the more we separate ourselves from its grim reality and the Olympians who can swallow us and leave no trace.

So I am conflicted about science and progress. The good I enjoy, the evil troubles me. And its effect on the mind and soul is "to be announced" many years from now.

Maybe Zeus was right.

Houston Street Bar. Great for a Party.

Brinton and I went to Houston Street Bar and Patio after our evening at Zambrano's and found a great place to hang out, watch a game, or meet up with friends.

Houston Street Bar is tucked between Zambrano's and Bar 9, across the street from Bent. It offers a beautiful rooftop patio, an abundance of flat screen televisions showing any game imaginable, and the owners said they would be happy to change the channel if there was a particular game we wanted to watch. Upstairs, there are two projectors showing games on the side of the building -- very cool. (Editors note:Can you say Final Four?)

One thing sets Houston Street Bar apart from the other bar/pubs -- they do not serve food -- but they let you bring food in or have it delivered. I love this idea. Order a pizza or appetizers from Cef next door, or have Pizza Hut deliver wings, while you sit on the patio and enjoy your beer, game, and friends in a cool urban setting. We asked them about having parties on the rooftop and they were very accommodating -- you provide the food and order the alcohol from them.

We really liked this place and will definitely go back.

Houston Street Bar & Patio
902 Houston Street
Fort Worth, TX
(817) 877-4727

Today is the Feast of the Annunciation.

A Byzantine icon of the Annunciation from Ohrid, early 14th century



In Christianity, the Annunciation is the revelation to Mary, the mother of Jesus, by the angel Gabriel that she would conceive a child to be born the Son of God. Some Christian churches celebrate this with the Feast of Annunciation on March 25, which as the Incarnation is nine months before the feast of the Nativity of Jesus, or Christmas.

From Wikipedia. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Annunciation

Zambrano's: Great for Food & Wine Lovers.

Guest post by Becca

Brinton and I decided to take advantage of a night out without the kids and went downtown last night.

We were looking for somewhere we could sit outside and not feel rushed. We went into the Omni Hotel (which is really amazing) and looked through their lobby of restaurants and bars only to decide that we wanted to patronize a local restaurant. The Omni was a bit too corporate for our mood.

We decided on Zambrano's, the local wine bar started by Cef Zambrano. Cef was the Somelier at Del Friscos before starting his own place -- and it is enjoyable to learn from someone who really has a passion for what he does --seriously guys, forget Wine Styles! Zambrano's, is the real deal. I was in the mood for a Rose, but did not know which one. The waitress retrieved Cef and he told us about some bottles he had in his cellar which were very reasonably priced at $25 per bottle. We chose the Sawyer Rose of Merlot from Napa and loved it! In fact we loved it so much we finished the bottle. (Editors note: just one?) For a meal we had an appetizer, and split the Garden Vegetable Pizza and Creme Brulee. Total cost: about $60.00.

Brinton and I have been visiting wine bars lately looking for a place we feel comfortable. We did not like Winslows. I wanted to leave the minute I arrived because it is too pretentious. I didn't feel like I could drop in casually with Brinton and just get a drink. On our last visit, we asked the manager/owner(?) for some help in choosing a wine and were told, in so many words, to buy the most expensive wine on the menu. When we told him our budget, he demured and suggested we buy wine by the glass. Not quite what I was looking for. We finally chose a moderately priced wine on our own and purchased it by the glass. We were approached more than once about buying the bottle. Needless to say we bolted as soon as we were done.

We have tried Wine Styles which is fine, but I don't really like the chain feel. Wine Styles is a franchise, and feels like it.

Put a Cork in It, on Park Hill, is cute but I received no help in the wine-choosing. I was overwhelmed by all the wines, and started wishing I was at Costco where I could check the ratings.

Pop's Safari is great --love the comfortable chairs! But I could do without the heavy cigar smell. I have to wash everything when I get home because the smell is so strong.

We will definitely go back to Zambrano's. The service was exactly what I was looking for. Also, Cef is licensed to sell retail, so you can call him for a special party, or have him hand pick a wine within your budget.

Z WINE CELLAR
910 Houston Street
Suite 110
Fort Worth, Texas 76102
Phone: (817) 850-WINE Hours:

Mon-Thurs (4:30 pm - 11 pm)
Friday (4:30 pm - 1 am)
Saturday (4:30 pm - 1 am)
Closed Sundays

http://zambranowines.com/

The Plantation Model I Built -- kind of.

My brother recently posted pictures of his daughter's science project. It is a model of our solar system that he and his daughter built, well, together. It reminded me of the school project I was assigned many years ago -- and built -- with my mother's help.

My mother had an artistic temperament, and artistic ability. Her handwriting was something out of the Official Guide to Perfect Handwriting. I remember mom-addressed Christmas cards with each name and address perfectly written. In green ink, from an old dip-and-write fountain pen, no less.

But I had never seen the real artistic skill in action until my fifth grade history teacher assigned each student the task of building a model southern plantation. I was prepared, as any kid would be, to glue a couple of pillar-type sticks to the front of an old show box, paint it white, and call it a day. Mom would have none of it.

First, a sturdy board foundation was pulled out of a crawl space, then some white paint. The foundation was painted, and a shoe box was turned upside down and wrapped in stiff white paper with a smaller box glued on top. Holes were cut out for windows and doors. Walkways were painted on the board and greenery glued down. On and on it went until the final touch of any respectable southern plantation: the pillars were installed, which were made from unused wallpaper turned inside out, dampened and rolled tight, like pillars. They were perfect.

I remember bringing my uber-plantation into school with some pride but also a little embarrassment, thinking that others would know that I had a lot of help. But my most vivid memory was thinking to myself -- how could my mother create something like this out of household leftovers and enjoy herself doing it?

When I look at the picture of my brother in front of his daughter's solar system, I know.