Michael Mandiberg has the same sunlight problem that I do. Unlike me he’s actively trying to solve it, with both mirrors and sheet metal. Whereas I choose to simply embrace my seasonal affective albinism.
PS. CNHB, more optimistic than I.
It’s still a few days til Fat Tuesday but I’m getting ready for attempt to make a King Cake for my sister‘s birthday. It’d be a lie to say I wasn’t a little nervous about this, fortunately CNSMHB are going to come help out. A king cake is a traditional New Orleans cake celebrating both sugary food coloring and consumption of tiny plastic baby Jesii.
As is my wont, preliminary visual research design was done on flickr. Surprisingly accurate and yet unverifiable assessments of a range of two-dimensional king cakes long eaten have led to the conclusion that the more complicated cakes (ie, saraide’s braided cake here on the right) are tastier than standard boring round cakes.
Preparing to pull off a novel (to me) cake is a little intimidating, so I reach zen by contemplating the giants of past cake success. Jenni is still idolized (in some circles) for her bowling ball cake. Allison earned massive peanut butter props with her giant hamburger cake. SJH was so successful when we deconstructed her lime cake that as of it’s now it’s the #10 google result. This Texas Longhorns beer cooler cake pays homage to great moments in tailgating. Actually looking at all these is making me more rather than less concerned. One cannot hope to join the pantheon of such greats.
A little Tokyo Pinsalocks video from a show in Shimokitazawa (where they played with the Crispy Nuts).
The on camera TX1 audio leaves a little to be desired in high decibel situations. I think a possible solution is to have some sort of pocket-sized portable audio recorder with a built in attenuator (like this Edirol R09 – I think this is what Matt Searles from Asymmetricbizcult told me he uses). I never cease to enjoy deluding myself by thinking that yet another bit of technology is the solution to all my problems.
Volume 8! I almost can’t count that high. Whether it’s okonomiyaki or monjyayaki, it triggers salivary responses in me just watching it. Oh man I need me some more.
This episode is the first restaurant-based deconstructing dinner. Next up, sausages uncased!! Or not. See em all!
Despite what I said about the photos for the most part sucking, some of the sumo ones turned out to be pretty good in an non-ironic enjoyment big-boy homoeroticism kinda way. Here’s the full set.
A new uncool unkind unfun reality has crept into Allston life. Tuesday nights (aka the singularly decent non-work worknight of the week) this semester are otherwise logistically occupied and can’t be spent either on open screen or pipeline.
And worse, friggin Ramsey has up and moved to the promised land of medical marijuana and tiger attacks leaving the rest of us here in the icebox of the country.
Have I spent years putting off the drudgery of maturity just to have this carefully constructed fiction come to this sad end? A new plan is needed. Wednesday night must somehow be redeemed. The floor is open to ideas.
I’m not finished editing and uploading entirely but I have to say so far I’m a little disappointed in the still photographs I came back with. The high dynamic range shots in Japan HDR Flickr Pool (including this one of the Tokyo Tower from heiwa4126) are much, much better.
It would be convenient to blame the TX1 (a number of otherwise interesting shots are marred by high grain or slight motion blur) but it’s more fair to say it’s my own fault for overemphasizing video and making still photographs a secondary priority. Next time, I will bring two dedicated cameras and make more of an effort.
Got a sad email from Kiva on the results of the recent political instability on entrepreneurs there. There’s no specific word on Christine Chepkorir Sang. I’m very grateful that our own Christine is safely back. All open loans to Africa are here.
We have recently completed auditing the riot’s impact on our clients and as of yesterday about 4,900 of our clients had been badly affected by the riots:
– About 1,532 of our clients were displaced and both their homes and business premises burnt down. This population is currently housed in church compounds and police stations.
– Another 2,479 clients had their business premises burnt down or looted leaving them with no source of income at all.
– 833 clients had their homes looted or burnt down and about 56 clients are missing and feared dead or critically injured.
And I, her. Am very glad to be home.
Shinjuku is several orders of magnitude more frentic than the brand of chaos that normally permeates my life in Allston. I find it actively hard to think thoughts more complicated than ‘Wow’ amidst this crush of light, noise and crowd. If Boston is quiet by comparison, Kansas is so far away (physically, cognitively, emotionally) it might as well not even exist.
One small day in the life before rocking out. The Friendly Toast is the best breakfast place I’ve been to since landing in Boston. Portsmouth (home of Chutney Flats) is the perfect mini-me Boston road trip.
This is not the first time I’ve noticed Yo La Tengo hanging around semi-incidentally in the background of my videos. It’s a mystery. One other credit – easily 75% of this was shot by AZ, thanks!
It’s been bizarrely warm in Boston this week, inducing massive inappropriate paroxisms of spring fever. Work? On a day like today? I’ve even been leaving my windows open (it’s January friggin 9th!) to clear some of the dog related funk out of my house.
The downside of this gorgeous temporary climate shift is the thawing out of the long dead street rodents, frozen since early November. This week they’re making rapid progress along their inexorable path from three dimensions to two. At first I found this to be unbelievably disgusting, now, somewhat of a gruesome curio, definitely not to be stepped on.
Allston, I love ya, but I can’t wait to leave.
Just a little late, Lee’s birthday cake gets deconstructed post Bangin’ Boca Bar Birthday Bash. In today’s small world coincidence, our co-chef for the evening Lisa is Ahree Lee’s sister-in-law – her brother is Nathan Melsted.
If you’re interested in temporally specific miscellany from my upcoming trip to Tokyo check my new temporary blog q813. Or heck throw the q813 feed in your feed reader and get the mind-numbingly exciting updates in pseudoreal (quasireal?) time. And you might as well add my main quasify feed at the same time if you haven’t already. Cool.
Judging from fan apparel and a half empty student section the Jayhawk to Eagle ratio at Conte Forum for the Kansas/Boston College game was about 50/50. Tyrese Rice held the game close for about ten minutes before the Jayhawks (particularly an emotional Darnell Jackson) blew it open near the end of the first half. After that we were pretty much cheering for breakaway dunks. In the end the Jayhawks won 85-60, moved to 14-0, and proved they’re not just a football school (mmm, yeah). Next they’ll head on towards the Big 12 conference schedule. All in all a pretty good weekend for the Boston-based Kansas expat community. Here’s a bit of the view from section MM row 16.
Orangey goodness is not just for Juliuses (Julii?) anymore. Congrats to the Kansas Jayhawks, 2008 Orange Bowl champs. Rock Friggin Chalk. NP reminded me that he scored tickets for us to see KU whomp BC this weekend, should be great.
????! A short recap video of last night’s First Night celebration. It’s unclear if the part at the Hynes Convention Center (aka the family fun-free zone) was worth $15 though we did see a bit of Harry and the Potters that regrettably didn’t make the final cut.