Archive for March, 2006

Snow Day

Friday, March 24th, 2006

I’m a little late getting this in, but it *snowed* here (where “here” = “San Francisco Bay Area”) a couple of weeks ago. The link has some really cute video clips of local kids sledding down steep side streets not a mile from where we live, and of other kids amazed at the really cold white stuff all over the place, and how picking it up makes your fingers go numb. Turns out the last time it (officially) snowed here was thirty years ago, so most local kids had never touched snow before in their lives. It stuck overnight, but was all gone by the middle of the next day. Good thing, too, because steep roads and inexperienced drivers don’t mix very well with snow and ice…

In other news, I ate the world’s two most expensive tacos last week. I was asked to attend a luncheon near Seattle on Friday - even though I had to work in San Francisco the rest of the week. So on Friday morning I got up at 04:00, got into a cab at 04:30, got to SFO at 05:00, boarded my flight at 05:30, took off at 06:00, and landed at SEA at 08:00. I got to the site around 10:00 (after picking up the rental car and driving over an hour), and headed to the luncheon itself around 11:00. Lunch consisted of two “make-your-own” hard-shell tacos from the buffet table, and a plastic bottle of diet soda, consumed while some nice people said some nice things about all the hard work many of us there had done on a recently completed project. Then, because I was booked on the 16:07 flight back, I got back into the rental car and headed straight back to SEA. Unfortunately, after boarding my flight, the co-pilot reported a mechanical problem (right engine fuel pump failure) resulting in a 3-4 hour delay, so we all had to go back into the terminal and wait it out. I ended up taking off around 20:00, getting back to SFO around 22:00, and getting home around 22:45. LONG day, that. Oh, and I then submitted an expense report (round-trip airfare, rental car and fuel, food, and taxi rides to/from SFO) totalling almost USD$600 for the trip. Which works out, of course, to roughly $300/taco. Devoting an entire day of your life to eating two $300 tacos? Priceless.

Trivia Time: On another recent trip to that neck of the woods, I had lunch at a hotel right beside Paine Field Airport. The chef came by our table, and we chatted a bit. He pointed at a very large transport plan we could see parked on the tarmac, and mentioned that it took a crew of SEVENTEEN - the result being that they were putting up a party of seventeen Russians at the hotel. The interesting trivia bit is that it turns out Russians (well, these Russians) just LOVE sausage. So much so that at breakfast on their first day there, they cleaned out the hotel’s entire supply. The kitchen staff notified the head chef, who placed some rush orders with their suppliers to try to keep up with the demand. Apparently, the total Russkie breakfast sausage consumption was three *cases* of sausage, EACH DAY. “Three five-pound cases of sausage?” I asked, somewhat aghast. “Nope. Three TEN-pound cases of sausage. Almost two pounds of sausage per person. And that on top of all the eggs, bacon, bread, cheese and fruit they ate.” It’s a wonder the transport plane was able to lift off…

Finally, in wedding-planning news, Em has tasked me with making up a playlist to fill the time between when people first start to arrive at the venue and when the band takes the stage. She’s doing absolutely everything else related to planning and preparing for the wedding, so I figure I should at least be able to throw some mp3s together. The playlist duration should be four hours, tops, so maybe 80 to 100 (2- or 3-minute) songs or so. In keeping with the look and history of the venue, we want “period” music, ideally from the 1930’s. Since I’m lazy a populist at heart, I figured I’d ask you folks to do my homework for me solicit input from the readership. Anyone have any recommendations for songs from the 1930’s that would make good wedding reception music?

Hipster

Wednesday, March 8th, 2006

How cool is the internet? Last weekend, I mentioned Patrick Roddie’s beautiful book Hips in a blog post on this, my humble personal blog (with its worldwide readership of five, maybe even six people). Then just yesterday, none other than Mr. Roddie himself pops by to leave a comment on that post. I’m not sure how he found me - either via the referrer logs of the server(s) hosting the page I linked to over at Chronicle Books, or else via some active search for links to that page, and/or links containing key terms in general (like “Roddie”, “Hips”, and such). I can’t find that post in Google at all (not yet, anyhow), so I’m kinda stumped. I may just have to e-mail him to find out… And while it’d be *very* cool to hire him as our wedding photographer, (a) we’ve almost sealed that deal with Jason Raposo, and (b) I don’t think that when he made the offer, Mr. Roddie realized that the wedding is going to take place roughly 2,500 miles from San Francisco. But I do know that I’m going to seek him out at Burning Man, and see if I can get him to autograph my copy of Hips. :)

Speaking of being away from San Francisco, I’m posting this entry from a conference room about 680 miles from San Francisco. You can get a bird’s eye view of the *very building* I’m sitting in via the super-cool Windows Live Local (formerly known as Microsoft Virtual Earth). This is Microsoft’s answer to Google Maps, and while each service has its strengths and weaknesses, there are two features of the Microsoft offering that everyone MUST check out. The first is the “bird’s eye view”. While all the major mapping services have satellite views of varying currency/quality, Windows Live Local has *aerial* shots. So instead of looking straight down, from space, you’re looking down at a (roughly) 45-degree angle, from a (relatively) *very* low altitude, and zoomed in *super* tight. They don’t offer bird’s eye views of all map areas, but the major metro centers in the US have good coverage, and I’ve already killed a few hours gazing at bird’s eye views of various landmarks, natural wonders, friends’ homes (I’m not linking to those - you five all know where you live), and so on. You can choose between two different zoom levels, and (by clicking on a compass in the left nav bar) change the orientation so that you’re looking down from the north, south, east, or west. The other cool feature, still very much in preview mode, is a massive database of STREET-LEVEL photos, that you can navigate (using your arrow keys) as though you were actaully driving (or walking) around on the map surface. They’ve only got parts of downtown Seattle and San Francisco available right now, but it’s so much fun to just play around with that I just don’t care. It’s not all that useful yet, even if you’re in one of the two cities listed, but it’s truly thrilling to get an idea of what the near-term future holds for online maps and directions. Can you say “virtual self-guided walking tours”?

Speaking of nice views, we ended up going to Daniel’s Broiler last night, instead of Monday night. On Monday, it was McCormick & Shmick’s. Not bad, for a chain, but not quite as good (nor, in fairness, as pricey) as Daniel’s. Quick recommendation: Daniel’s Broiler is an *excellent* steakhouse, with beautiful views - the location we went to is in downtown Bellevue, on the 21st floor. Ask for an end cut of the prime rib - if you’re lucky, you’ll be served by the very same (Buddhist) gentleman that waited on our party. It’s horrible, I know, but being served a perfect slab of rare meet by a smiling vegan just put me over the top…

I also found out (over dinner at Daniel’s, as it happens) that Salish Lodge is much closer to Seattle than I’d thought it was. That means I *really* have to get there on one of these Seattle trips. Apparently, their breakfasts are the stuff of legend. And if it looks familiar to you, you’re probably - like me - a fan of Twin Peaks.

Seattle Syndrome

Monday, March 6th, 2006

I’m stuck in an all-day training session in Bellevue, WA - the first of five straight days. At least I have my laptop, and a wireless connection, so I can sneak in some quick posts during the lulls. :)

Also, they’re taking us all out for dinner at Daniel’s Broiler tonight, which is supposed to be a really killer steakhouse in this neck of the woods. Sorry to all you vegetarians and vegans out there. But if it’s USDA prime, then it’s meat - meat for the beast.

Oh, and Ducky just sent me a sweet link - I might as well share that. Check out this ad, they’ve recreated the opening sequence of The Simpsons as a live action (plus some special effects) clip. Thanks, Ducky!

One more cool video link before I jump back into this training session. Someone tossing boiling water up into some VERY VERY COLD air in Saskatchewan - poof! Much as this looks like a very coolfun thing to do, it reminds me of why I now live in San Francisco…

I Know Letterfu

Sunday, March 5th, 2006

Okay, the title is a lame (is there another kind?) Matrix reference.  But for reasons beyond my ken, I just love letterfu.  I’ve printed out a few pages, so some of you will be getting letters from me soon.  I’m off to Seattle tonight (my cab should be here in 10 minutes), and back on Friday, but I’m taking the letters and stamps with me, so I can mail them from there.  Can you imagine?  Old-fashioned *paper* letters??  What a nostalgia kick.  Props to letterfu for the inspiration - the sweet origami letter designs made we want to skip e-mail for a bit and send people something tangible.  :)

Beware the IV Nones of March

Saturday, March 4th, 2006

Today is March 4th - but apparently in Roman times this date would have been referred to as the IV Nones of March. The 15th, infamously, is the Ides. The 7th is (this was new to me) the Nones. And the 4th (this was somehow even newer to me) is the IV Nones. See - I learned something new today, and you probably just did as well. If that was old news to you, well… you get a Gold Star. Either way, head on over to this infoplease article on the Ides of March - you’re bound to learn something new. And isn’t that what killing time on the intarweb is all about? Okay, maybe sometimes?

Me, I also learned that the only way to actually blog anything, ever is to *literally* move the line that reads “Blog.” to the top of your to-do list. Ignore the internal howls of protest. That other thing can wait a few minutes. Then again, I told Kevin I’d meet him for a beer in a little bit, so maybe that other thing really can’t wait that long - but hey, I’m here and I’ve actually typed something, haven’t I?

In other news, Emylene has recently taken up knitting. We watched half (that’s a long movie!) of The Aviator today, and she knit the whole time - except when she purled. She even joined a “knitting gang” - the Soma Stitchers. I don’t know if this means they cruise around in (knitted) biker jackets with “Soma Stitchers” stitched (forgive me) on the back, but I hope she doesn’t fall in with the rough knitting crowd… They carry these wicked long needles, ya know?

Oh, and in my last post, I did say I’d post links to some burning man pics. I take “better late than never” to heart. So here, many months too late, and not like anyone cared in the first place, are some very cool “Burning Man Photo” links that I’ve known and loved. There are obviously many more, but these are just a few I’d tell someone to start with. Oh, and please note that some Burning Man images are *not* what some people would consider “work-safe”.

In other news, Em and I are getting married on July 1st at The Carlu. If you’re reading this, and think we’ll forget to invite you, well… who knows? We might. Emylene’s real sharp, but me, well - I’ve got a head like a ping-pong ball. Drop me a line and remind me. We haven’t actually sent out (paper) invitations just yet.

And finally, I just noticed that I made heavier use of italics in this post than at any. other. time. in my life. Don’t know why - just did. I’m usually far fonder of using *stars* for emphasis (yes, I know they’re not “stars”), but not tonight it seems. Weird.

Wow - it’s 19:40 already! I’d better get going, before Kevin heads out without me. Ciao.