K and I were on BART, headed to his company's holiday party along with scores of other well-dressed East Bayers. At MacArthur station, a well-dressed couple got on the train, sat down, and pulled out boxes of holiday cards. They proceeded to spend the next few stops scribbling furiously, checking their (separate) mailing lists, and conferring on whether or not Lisa still lives with Keith and if they still live in California.
I admired their industriousness. Their BART ride could not have been longer than 20 minutes, tops.
The kicker? They were sending Hannukah cards at least a week after Hannukah.
Tuesday, December 18, 2007
Friday, December 14, 2007
What was that noise?
Driving to work yesterday I heard a weird buzzing noise from the the dashboard of the car. (Not the Corolla, but that's another story.) The only other time I've heard this noise has been when I've left the key in the ignition and opened the driver's side door. It's clearly the "You're a bozon!" alarm. What had I done now?
As I approached the office, I noticed a lot of frost on the ground, and out of curiosity asked my dashboard controls what temperature it was outside: 34 degrees F. Yikes!!
The Prius has a neat little freezy indicator light, a snowflake on the road (no pic, Teh Googles have failed me). K didn't believe me when I told him about it the first time.
Brrrr.
As I approached the office, I noticed a lot of frost on the ground, and out of curiosity asked my dashboard controls what temperature it was outside: 34 degrees F. Yikes!!
The Prius has a neat little freezy indicator light, a snowflake on the road (no pic, Teh Googles have failed me). K didn't believe me when I told him about it the first time.
Brrrr.
Sunday, December 2, 2007
Shanghai Chronicle, Day 2
…because there weren’t enough hours in Day 1.
What do I do in Shanghai? I keep moving. Mom sets a challenging pace of shopping, eating, and shopping. Day 0 (usual arrival time: 6pm local, after a 13 hour plane ride) starts with a 1+ hour cab ride into Shanghai. Once I arrive, Mom immediately starts asking me what I want to eat. This time we went to the new tapas bar located in her apartment complex, Zoco. She’s been talking about it this trip. The proprietor (her neighbor, a friendly guy from Barcelona named Miguel) gave us a number of good tips on the dishes. Notable: balsamic vinegar ice cream.
Then bed.
Day 1, I have a conference call at 8:30am. Construction starts noisily upstairs at 9am, and the Jawbone wins. We run some errands and swing by a few clothing stores on our way back to the apartment. We achieve purchase. We then meet up with some friends locally for lunch: delicious won ton soup and vegetables; they have something called “pineapple bread” (which has nothing to do with a pineapple except a vague visual resemblance due to a topping of sugar on the round bun), beef chow fun, and a fish head hot pot. Our other friend has a pork sandwich.
We then hop in a car and head over to the fabric market, a rambling, claustrophobic, 3-story building packed with fabric vendors and tailors in approximately 20 x 20 foot squares. Miles of shops. Miles of fabric. The vendors aren’t as actively confrontational as they are in some of the other, similarly-configured malls; these are also used to foreigners and many speak English to the wide variety of tall tourists roaming the halls. We spend hours looking at brocades, Chinese silks, Thai silks, buttons, coats, dresses, pashminas, scarves, and sartorial sins against nature. A few hours later I’m dreadfully jet-lagged and we stumble out of the building with bags full of loot. We repair to the apartment complex for gelato and an introductory session with the tailor.
Dinner: a local new Chinese restaurant (extension of a well-known restaurant in Hong Kong, apparently) where our friend B orders excellently. We roll home and I have another conference call at 10pm. The jet lag is brutally bad by then.
Day 2, I sleep in and halfheartedly attempt some morning yoga. We have an excursion planned, to the north side of Shanghai.
We first stop at Shanghai’s latest architectural transformation – “1933” – a building that was formerly a slaughterhouse and has now been rebuilt into an expo center and party space, in advance of conversion into retail shops and restaurants. The outside is a beautiful Arts and Crafts concrete façade.
The inside is a confusing warren of passages, ramps (including one labeled “cattle road”), and stairs, overhung with the creepy aura of someplace where things used to be killed. We check out a few of the design exhibits, and beat feet when we get too spooked.
Next we head to WuJiaoChang where Chiang Kai-Shek planned an ideal Chinese community in the 30s, with the intention of rivaling the concessions’ hold over Shanghai. A few large buildings survived the intervening years. We start with the stadium, where this year’s Special Olympics were just held. They’re pulling up the field and it’s gloriously large and deserted. CKS built it in order to prepare the Chinese for their first Olympics in 1936 in Berlin. We drive by another building that has since been repurposed as a school. Its façade is dark gray, almost brown, and clearly shows the passage of time. In contrast, what was to be the “facing” building across an imposing central boulevard/square is now a hospital, and it has been cleaned and preserved. We sneak into the building and admire the ceiling decorations and design details. Another building, the civic center, is now a sports university,
fronted by soccer fields and throngs of students practicing golf swings and playing tug-of-war. The building is in the traditional style, but built out of concrete. It’s impressive.
Finally, we stop by the former aviation club. Soong Mei-Ling (one of the famous Soong sisters and CKS’s wife) was head of the Air Force and wanted to promote China’s air power. The building is in the shape of an airplane, with plane details throughout. The interior has been whitewashed and now houses the pharmacy services.
Throughout all this, we drive blithely into the compounds with our private car, pile out, take pictures, drive away again, and no one gives us a second look. We get a few curious stares here and there, but probably because the blond woman, Mom’s friend A, is giving us great historical detail as we walk around, in Australian-accented English. It’s a good time all around.
Somewhere in there we stop for lunch at a local restaurant, whereupon A (whose interests tends to both the historical and the architectural) finds out that Mom’s cousin B is an architect whose family’s roots lie firmly planted in Shanghai. They have a lively conversation, including B’s story of how his childhood asthma attacks in Shanghai were the key to his family’s escape to Hong Kong during the Communist years.
In the afternoon, we get massages. Really cheap massages. Right across the street. Gotta love the local economics. The tailor swings by to show us some fabric, and we decide to eat locally for dinner. Yum.
What do I do in Shanghai? I keep moving. Mom sets a challenging pace of shopping, eating, and shopping. Day 0 (usual arrival time: 6pm local, after a 13 hour plane ride) starts with a 1+ hour cab ride into Shanghai. Once I arrive, Mom immediately starts asking me what I want to eat. This time we went to the new tapas bar located in her apartment complex, Zoco. She’s been talking about it this trip. The proprietor (her neighbor, a friendly guy from Barcelona named Miguel) gave us a number of good tips on the dishes. Notable: balsamic vinegar ice cream.
Then bed.
Day 1, I have a conference call at 8:30am. Construction starts noisily upstairs at 9am, and the Jawbone wins. We run some errands and swing by a few clothing stores on our way back to the apartment. We achieve purchase. We then meet up with some friends locally for lunch: delicious won ton soup and vegetables; they have something called “pineapple bread” (which has nothing to do with a pineapple except a vague visual resemblance due to a topping of sugar on the round bun), beef chow fun, and a fish head hot pot. Our other friend has a pork sandwich.
We then hop in a car and head over to the fabric market, a rambling, claustrophobic, 3-story building packed with fabric vendors and tailors in approximately 20 x 20 foot squares. Miles of shops. Miles of fabric. The vendors aren’t as actively confrontational as they are in some of the other, similarly-configured malls; these are also used to foreigners and many speak English to the wide variety of tall tourists roaming the halls. We spend hours looking at brocades, Chinese silks, Thai silks, buttons, coats, dresses, pashminas, scarves, and sartorial sins against nature. A few hours later I’m dreadfully jet-lagged and we stumble out of the building with bags full of loot. We repair to the apartment complex for gelato and an introductory session with the tailor.
Dinner: a local new Chinese restaurant (extension of a well-known restaurant in Hong Kong, apparently) where our friend B orders excellently. We roll home and I have another conference call at 10pm. The jet lag is brutally bad by then.
Day 2, I sleep in and halfheartedly attempt some morning yoga. We have an excursion planned, to the north side of Shanghai.
We first stop at Shanghai’s latest architectural transformation – “1933” – a building that was formerly a slaughterhouse and has now been rebuilt into an expo center and party space, in advance of conversion into retail shops and restaurants. The outside is a beautiful Arts and Crafts concrete façade.
The inside is a confusing warren of passages, ramps (including one labeled “cattle road”), and stairs, overhung with the creepy aura of someplace where things used to be killed. We check out a few of the design exhibits, and beat feet when we get too spooked.Next we head to WuJiaoChang where Chiang Kai-Shek planned an ideal Chinese community in the 30s, with the intention of rivaling the concessions’ hold over Shanghai. A few large buildings survived the intervening years. We start with the stadium, where this year’s Special Olympics were just held. They’re pulling up the field and it’s gloriously large and deserted. CKS built it in order to prepare the Chinese for their first Olympics in 1936 in Berlin. We drive by another building that has since been repurposed as a school. Its façade is dark gray, almost brown, and clearly shows the passage of time. In contrast, what was to be the “facing” building across an imposing central boulevard/square is now a hospital, and it has been cleaned and preserved. We sneak into the building and admire the ceiling decorations and design details. Another building, the civic center, is now a sports university,
fronted by soccer fields and throngs of students practicing golf swings and playing tug-of-war. The building is in the traditional style, but built out of concrete. It’s impressive.
Finally, we stop by the former aviation club. Soong Mei-Ling (one of the famous Soong sisters and CKS’s wife) was head of the Air Force and wanted to promote China’s air power. The building is in the shape of an airplane, with plane details throughout. The interior has been whitewashed and now houses the pharmacy services.
Throughout all this, we drive blithely into the compounds with our private car, pile out, take pictures, drive away again, and no one gives us a second look. We get a few curious stares here and there, but probably because the blond woman, Mom’s friend A, is giving us great historical detail as we walk around, in Australian-accented English. It’s a good time all around.
Somewhere in there we stop for lunch at a local restaurant, whereupon A (whose interests tends to both the historical and the architectural) finds out that Mom’s cousin B is an architect whose family’s roots lie firmly planted in Shanghai. They have a lively conversation, including B’s story of how his childhood asthma attacks in Shanghai were the key to his family’s escape to Hong Kong during the Communist years.
In the afternoon, we get massages. Really cheap massages. Right across the street. Gotta love the local economics. The tailor swings by to show us some fabric, and we decide to eat locally for dinner. Yum.
Tuesday, November 27, 2007
Ow.
Yesterday I started the P90X fitness program. You may have seen the infomercials -- it's a many-DVD training program that is designed to lean me down and muscle me up (some, nothing grotesque).
Well, ow.
The first DVD was an hour of pushups and pullups, followed by 330+ reps of various ab exercises. No, I did not finish. I sucked floor mat for a good portion of the workout period, and spent the rest of the time staring up at my disobedient noodly appendages draped helplessly over the pull-up bar.
Mister Cheery Pants on the video kept telling me it was all right to be a weak-ass jello-bellied drag-ass, and that soon -- soon! -- I would be as mighty as he and his fat-free iron-slinging dance troupe.
Mmmyeah.
Ow.
Well, ow.
The first DVD was an hour of pushups and pullups, followed by 330+ reps of various ab exercises. No, I did not finish. I sucked floor mat for a good portion of the workout period, and spent the rest of the time staring up at my disobedient noodly appendages draped helplessly over the pull-up bar.
Mister Cheery Pants on the video kept telling me it was all right to be a weak-ass jello-bellied drag-ass, and that soon -- soon! -- I would be as mighty as he and his fat-free iron-slinging dance troupe.
Mmmyeah.
Ow.
Sunday, November 4, 2007
Last minute Halloween!
What with being sick last weekend, there wasn't much time to throw together a costume. (We were planning to attend a friend's costume-required party on Halloween night.) I briely fantasized about making a Lt. Uhura (original Star Trek) dress, but since I didn't leave the house all weekend, no luck there. Instead, my colleagues at work decided to get dressed up as witches, went to the Halloween superstore for some strategic accessories, and much fun was had by all. 
M helped me style my hair in a gravity-defying pseudo-mohawk, spray it orange, and bought me some enormous orange eyelashes that convinced me I need to wear fake eyelashes more often. And I find the black nail polish to be appealing somehow. Perhaps it's time for a brief goth period for me? Ha ha, okay just kidding.(click on the images for larger versions)
Mom's response: "It's not as cute as the one we took of you when you were a toddler."
Well, duh! ;) I have the same dopey grin at least. Thanks Mom.
When life gives you lemons, play Halo
Or, no trip to Pt. Reyes in October.
We were supposed to go to Point Reyes again last weekend with our friends E&S, but instead both of us got very sick. My version included an inability to eat anything fatty, a generally nauseated feeling, and exhaustion. K's version was mostly about feeling like crud. Since I wanted to be distracted from feeling hungry and K wanted to be distracted from feeling like crud, we played Halo. We finished Halo 3 on Heroic, and started again with Halo (original flavor) and eventually got to Halo 2. Along the way we compared rendering complexity, interface design, and game design. it's very cool to see what has changed (quality of graphics, complexity/diversity of user interface) and what hasn't (basic weapons design and usage, HUD, cooperative play mechanics). NB: the fall-off-the-platform sequences at the end of 2 still suck.
Machinima enthusiasts are great Halo users as well, and apparently certain game elements were included in Halo 3 to facilite video creation - like providing an "at ease" stance when the Master Chief is carrying a weapon (he's not aiming his gun so you can see his face, making it better for dialog scenes). The guys from Red vs. Blue appear to have contributed some humorous moments during actual gameplay as well.
E & S did manage to get to Pt. Reyes on Saturday, whereupon their double-bagged trail mix was eating by an enterprising mouse. (Apparently the rangers knew about this and warned them, but no one quite counted on just how enterprising the mouse was.) They had a really good time, as expected. While we didn't exactly have a really good time, we were at least distracted for a time from feeling like crud. I was still tired into this last week, and kept resting.
We were supposed to go to Point Reyes again last weekend with our friends E&S, but instead both of us got very sick. My version included an inability to eat anything fatty, a generally nauseated feeling, and exhaustion. K's version was mostly about feeling like crud. Since I wanted to be distracted from feeling hungry and K wanted to be distracted from feeling like crud, we played Halo. We finished Halo 3 on Heroic, and started again with Halo (original flavor) and eventually got to Halo 2. Along the way we compared rendering complexity, interface design, and game design. it's very cool to see what has changed (quality of graphics, complexity/diversity of user interface) and what hasn't (basic weapons design and usage, HUD, cooperative play mechanics). NB: the fall-off-the-platform sequences at the end of 2 still suck.
Machinima enthusiasts are great Halo users as well, and apparently certain game elements were included in Halo 3 to facilite video creation - like providing an "at ease" stance when the Master Chief is carrying a weapon (he's not aiming his gun so you can see his face, making it better for dialog scenes). The guys from Red vs. Blue appear to have contributed some humorous moments during actual gameplay as well.
E & S did manage to get to Pt. Reyes on Saturday, whereupon their double-bagged trail mix was eating by an enterprising mouse. (Apparently the rangers knew about this and warned them, but no one quite counted on just how enterprising the mouse was.) They had a really good time, as expected. While we didn't exactly have a really good time, we were at least distracted for a time from feeling like crud. I was still tired into this last week, and kept resting.
Sunday, October 21, 2007
"Normal" Life
At the risk of invoking the Doom Gods, I'll say that life and work have been somewhat calm recently. The week of vacation did me a lot of good. Family time was fun and relaxing (mostly). Camping was very relaxing. Work has been going through a brief lull where I'm neither traveling a ridiculous amount nor working on a LOT of projects at the same time. I'm learning to make time for quilting and house cleaning again. (Who knew that ironing could be so relaxing?) I even managed to go shopping with my girlfriend R this past weekend and bought about 50 wrap dresses.
Trust me, I am enjoying it while I can!
The India tour I was planning to take with Mom in January was unfortunately cancelled due to lack of interest, so we are in a flurry of considering new options. K and I may check out Shanghai for Thanksgiving. We may head to Italy in January. The planning period with endless options is enjoyable and (because I am who I am) somewhat brief. I'm looking forward to the next adventure!
And with the A's out of the running, I'm really hoping the Red Sox win the World Series. Go Sox!
Trust me, I am enjoying it while I can!
The India tour I was planning to take with Mom in January was unfortunately cancelled due to lack of interest, so we are in a flurry of considering new options. K and I may check out Shanghai for Thanksgiving. We may head to Italy in January. The planning period with endless options is enjoyable and (because I am who I am) somewhat brief. I'm looking forward to the next adventure!
And with the A's out of the running, I'm really hoping the Red Sox win the World Series. Go Sox!
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