Thanksgiving, clearly the foodie-est of all the holidays. A brief look at recent food triumphs and failures around the quasi-verse.
The dog seems to have survived her seven hours in the American Airlines gulag well. There’s no visible physical and minor psychological damage (we’ll be able to work through that in counseling). We got in late last night and (your bed vs my bed issues aside) have been getting along pretty well, sorting out our respective positions with regards to the new living situation. I say I’m the boss, she says someone who claims to be the boss should be able to shut off the damn heat. I’m also re-remembering why I like the forced mobility of having a puppy all over again. Today we walked a prospective running route down through Golden Gate Park, past a buffalo pen that eventually will provide material for a better cross-over post tagged both as charasmatic megafauna and urban wildlife. We also found a pretty cheap nine hole public golf course on the other side of the buffalo (key phrase with ambiguous interpretation: Alcohol must be purchased on premises). Then on to Ocean Beach where we ran into a two hundred person mob of what must have been a yappy dog meetup (none taller than six inches allowed?). My peoples are not so organized yet. All in all a good day #1. Tomorrow, The Presidio!
As is custom, an annual moment of gratitude. I’m thankful for my family – specifically my parents who with characteristic kindness were (without comment) willing to wake and take me to the airport at 4:30am. I’m thankful for my various sisters & their assorted hangers on. I’m uber-thankful to see the fuzzy one after a too-long break, thankful for getting to see both NYC & DC during the holiday. I’m thankful to have been able to see so many CNY & EP friends over the break (& Z!) and am immensely thankful to finally get my girl out to California (& to VC for rescuing both of us from SFO).
I’m also thankful for Team HB for a fun and motivating realsgiving race at the Gobble Gobble Gobble this morning, thankful the city of Somerville has fairly modest hills, thankful for the grandma rocking the double stroller who passed me on the homestretch. I have to say though – grandma, if I see you (or your ilk) at the Bay to Breakers, you’re going down.
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A long, interesting, difficult day. Up stupid early at 3:30, went down to our sub-branch of the FDA to present some work stuff, then over to the really quite stunning Union Station to meet up with Z before heading back to Boston on the Acela Express. It’s a great way to travel, infinitely more comfortable than being shoehorned into an airplane with the added benefit (one hopes) of having a lesser chance of accidentally cratering in an unsuspecting neighborhood. I don’t think it’s as scenic the Pacific Surfliner but fun nonetheless. The parts of Baltimore and Philadelphia you can see from the Acela are really impoverished, blighted looking places – they make the brief swing through Wilmington, Delaware look like Dubai by comparison. Things got really interesting (or annoying, obnoxious, and surreal) after Providence when we ran into several extended periods of sitting around waiting for the Amtrak guys to restring some wires that were “ripped down”. My speculative journalism credentials let me definitively say that either too tall trucks were wreacking havoc or (green!) meth-heads were out looking for recyclables. Two plus hours later, having swapped the gorgeous Acela for the creakity Northeast Regional cattle cars, finally getting back in Boston was enough to make all still awake happy.
The stupid long transit day went something like this: bus (MUNI 38), bus (43), train (N-Judah), bus (29), bus (29, reverse direction), bus (28 to Daly City), train (BART to airport), train (AirTrain), airplane (SFO-JFK), bus (NYAS), walk from Grand Central to upper midtown, various escalators, chutes/ladders & firemen poles, walk back to Port Authority, long-haul bus (Peter Pan to South Station) and (finally) a car for the last ten miles to Burlington. It’s good to be here, good to be back with her, good to be stationary. I am not driving to Montreal tonight.
In yet another thing in a long series of mundanity that only matters to me, I managed to fix the busted DSLR tonight (perfect timing for my little trip to NYC* tomorrow). I was playing with the body with the lens off tonight, and could see that one of the bits of the shutter was sticking about 3/4 of the way down (which made perfect sense given how odd looking the exposures have been. I set the camera to a 30″ exposure, reached in and gently flicked the edge and it popped right up. Took a bunch of test shots, all seems to be well. The downside of which being it weakens my already underpowered case for a Canon 5D Mark II*.
In other photo-wise news, I’m looking forward to seeing CNHB’s shots from her gig at the SRI Charter Member’s meeting tonight (in conjunction with the GreenBuild Conference). I notice the GreenBuild guys are having a 5K race tomorrow to conclude their program – don’t they realize any optional burning of calories for fun, sport or celebration of life is not environmentally sound? My reductio ad absurdum-dar says let’s do the math showing that exercise by it’s very nature is not and cannot be a green activity. There’s a lotta fuel going into making those calories you’re burning up there racers. At least they’ve wisely opted not to loop over the Longfellow as any sudden motion or stiff breeze may well cause that to collapse into the Charles*.
Dragging up more good stuff as I work my way through the EP archives. From 2005, this is The Occasion. They’ve long since broken up and moved on to new projects.
In my sleep-addle-ness time-zone-delayed existence I completely missed the WMBR fundraiser this year. It’s still possible to pledge through the 19th (next Wednesday), and they’re pretty close to their goal so might as well push them over the edge. There’s a bunch of crap to pick from but I like this BOC shirt from twink the best. May we all bleed Down With 8 rainbows!
It’s come to my attention that I screwed up the track order, album art and mix name for Baby Baby Baby. Apologies!
I was amused anyway. To prepare for a successful poster presentation, it’s best practice to conserve starting letters if at all possible. Artificial Auto-Associative Annealing Algorithms Adiabatically Approximate Asynchronous Attractors Along Arbitrary Algebraic Axestime, indeed.
*And yeah, alliteration. But this is ill dawg.
It’s no San Antonio Rock ‘n’ Roll* half-marathon, but the Somerville Road Runners are putting on their 12th annual Thanksgiving Day road race in two plus weeks. The finish line (and post-race debriefing) is at The Burren, exactly what one needs prior to an extended weekend of extended family extended togetherness. It looks like the course goes up from Davis Square and turns at Broadway and Medford, just skirting Winter Hill. Close enough for promotional purposes at any rate. Oh, and yeah – I got new kicks, from Zappos. Rock on.
*Not to be pedantic, but I’m sure I’m not alone in thinking this should spelled be Rock ‘n Roll, Rock n’ Roll or even be concatenated to RockNRoll – anything other than the overly grammatically aware double single apostrophied abomination Rock ‘n’ Roll.
Totally psyched. We’ve finally finished porting the rest of CNHB’s photos over to the hevelonian reboot and in the process have been exploring the enhanced options of our tagging system. Why does this matter? As of right now we’re rocking 1226 posts & 662 different tags, meaning if you’re interested in becoming the world’s foremost expert in a topic we specialize in (say, the Boston Marathon), you’d have to deal with an obscenely large number of posts on that topic, sorted by recency. So it can be helpful to use more complicated tagging calls to drill down to what you’re specifically interested in.
We can look at tags just within a person’s shots. For instance, CNHB’s shots of maija.
We can require two tags to present. For example, both SMHB and Maija.
How about two tags (like above) but from a specific person? Say, CNHB’s shots of SMHB in the rain?
Point being, this can quickly get pretty random (Maija in the snow at sunset in Allston?). Fun tymes.
I had a long-ago rowing coach who said celebrations of any win had to stop at twenty-four hours. After that, our (obvious) greatness was not to be mentioned again. We’re getting close to the end of that window, when the euphoria stops and the hard work of governance starts. But until tonight, here’s something from KKV. She (who never ceased to amuse me by adopting the surrogate middle name Hussein some months ago) was down at Grant Park last night. Be forewarned – there is a non-trivial amount of whooping and a will.i.am overdub (but thankfully no holograms).