Sunday, June 29, 2008

Why is Mexican food so good?

This place rocks. Just north of Santa Cruz on the 1, we popped in for a burrito refill. What makes a good burrito great?

This time it was the use of cabbage instead of lettuce. Way more crunch factor and more flavor too. I think I'm going to get cabbage on all my burritos from here forth.

Guacamole is very important too. The more crap they add to it the worse it gets. I think the best guac consists of avocados, lime juice, salt and pepper.

The horchata here is amazing too. I think I'm going to start making that stuff at home. Me likey horchata.

Saturday, June 28, 2008

Nor Cal Fires

This is how dark the sky has been in Napa and Lake counties lately. The smoke has been so thick that you could look right at the ruddy/gray sun without blinking.

As I drove through the hills, I felt like I was in a horror movie; or, a sci-fi movie rather. The anticipation of my enevitable abduction added an extra thrill to the sinuous mountain road.

That, and the jerk-off in the red pickup truck tailgating me.

My Pontiac is alive, and sometimes it speaks to me.

Someone pointed out that the console in my Pontiac G6 with the V6 has a face. Unfoutunately, now I can't look at the thing the same. It's like those optical illusions with the, "is it a glass, or two people looking at eachother?" Or the, "is it a young girl or a witches face?"

Illusions are facinating.

Aside: the psych test called the Rorschach, you know the one with the inkblots... In order to protect the integrity the images are not only copyrighted but strictly enforced.

The ones you see in the movies and TV are false. Otherwise someone could Tivo LA Law and prefabricate their responses before their exam.

Wednesday, June 25, 2008

Tourist Crap

Because I live in San Francisco I see tourist crap everywhere I go. But lately, I've been paying more attention to it. I read somewhere that SF brings in roughly $14M each day in tourist revenue. I wonder what percent of that are cheeky T-shirts, mugs with silly phrases on them, and key chains that live for a few years in the junk drawer before they get sent to the dump.

We are all guilty of buying this crap and we wonder how we'll ever recover from our trade deficit with China. Like a proud parent, there must be someone who smiles when they see this stuff, knowing how much it has lined their pockets.

Here is a prime example of tourist crap. Enjoy.

Snapping people snapping people

I'm contemplating starting a photo-essay of people taking pictures. Like a really bad joke, I still warm at the irony. If the eyes are the windows to the soul, then the camera lens is the tacky curtains (?). I already said my fascination is like a bad joke, lay off.

Wednesday, June 18, 2008

Tuesday, June 17, 2008

The Secret Life of Baggage Handlers

These are some of the most mysterious people in the airport. Through rain, snow, sleet and hail, they load and unload the cargo bins while you sip Heinekin in your climate controlled cabin.

I've seen them out there plugging away in the most brutal weather and yet have only had my bag lost (well, delayed) once in at least two hundred flights. That's a pretty good record as far as I am concerned.

Let's all give them a round of applause.

Or, why don't you go put on a reflector vest and go help?

Fort Point

At the base of the Golden Gate Bridge lies a left point break. It takes a massive amount of swell for it to break and works best on a low tide. Being in the heart of The City, it also gets unbelievably crowded.

There are rocks, grumpy locals and presumably sharks. A dropping tide can create a 6-8 knot current that can pull you out to sea.

The wave isn't particularly good either. There is a big stupid rock right in the take off zone on the best sets. You either have to take off behind it and risk not making it around. And if you do make it, you come around only to find that someone else didn't think you would and dropped in on you anyway.

Or you take off behind it and risk being that guy.
Nevertheless it is the closest spot to my house, I could walk there, and so that's where I check first.

Here is a mediocre wave at a mediocre spot on another gloomy day in San Francisco. The surfer's name is Chi. Enjoy.

Yoda statue

Yes. This is a bronze statue of yoda.

It is in front of Lucasfilm's studio in the Pesidio of San Francisco so it isn't as if some Star Wars crazed fan dropped $15,000 on it to park between their pink flamingos.

It is; however, about an 13 on a cool factor of 1-10 and there is a tiny voice inside of me trying to get me to leave burnt offerings of some sort.

"Those aren't the droids you're looking for..."

May the force be with you.

The $1200 blender

As we we're poking around the restaurant supply store, we came upon this. Eureka, the $1200 blender. Oh what a fine and mighty margarita you could make. Just think of how smooth the dacquri could be. Have we ever had a blended drink prepared in such a vessel?

What makes it so expensive I began to myself. How much faster could it be than our $40 blender, which is a nice one if I don't mind saying so. Currently I could make a batch of pina colada in about 30 seconds. Surely cutting that down to even 5 seconds wouldn't warrant such a price tag.

Would it last forever? Out shine the life of 30 more mild-mannered blenders of the domestic variety? Can it blend incredibly hard objects? But then, please explain, whey you would want to eat these incredibly hard objects.

I'm at a loss, maybe I'll write a letter to ask them. Then again, maybe some things are better left a mystery...

Airline travel

This is our Southwest plane to DC, well, BWI (Baltimore-Washington International) to be specific. We got our tickets free with frequent flier miles and found something kind of funny. Online our ticket showed Oakland to BWI with one stop - but it didn't tell us where. Nothing at all.

It wasn't until we checked our bags, and asked no less, before we found out we'll be stopping in Kansas City, Missouri. So we're off to "KC MO," as the locals call it, and I'm writing this on the plane. Yes mom, the wireless function is turned off.

We taxied out and oddly paused for a moment in the queue. Someone got on the PA and announced that a passenger had gotten on our flight by mistake! They didn't really want to go with us to KC MO! They instead wanted to go to Las Vegas, no doubt with big plans, big big plans there.

With the natives restless, we taxied back. I heard someone grumble, "what a jerk!" I thought this would be fitting for one of their commercials, "Wanna get away?"

As the wayward passenger ran up the aisle, she declared her sympathy for us and how she wasn't sure how the scanner had let her on. She also stated how despite her mishap, believe it or not, that she was a frequent flier. We all had a good laugh.

It is such a powerful skill knowing how to disarm a crowd. Off we go.

Freeway fire

I snapped this the other day as I drove through the fire and flames on the side of I-80. It looked far more impressive in person and I was amazed at how the heat penetrated the car.

Most people would be quick to blame a careless smoker flicking their butt out the window. The patch of scorched earth was tightly localized and directly adjacent to the highway.

I'd like to think it was probably a common house cat. Everyone knows how mischievous they are; always up to no good.

Airline travel

This is our Southwest plane to DC, well, BWI (Baltimore-Washington International) to be specific. We got our tickets free with frequent flier miles and found something kind of funny. Online our ticket showed Oakland to BWI with one stop - but it didn't tell us where. Nothing at all.

It wasn't until we checked our bags, and asked no less, before we found out we'll be stopping in Kansas City, Missouri. So we're off to "KC MO," as the locals call it, and I'm writing this on the plane. Yes mom, the wireless function is turned off.

We taxied out and oddly paused for a moment in the queue. Someone got on the PA and announced that a passenger had gotton on our flight by mistake! They didn't really want to go with us to KC MO! They instead wanted to go to Las Vegas, no doubt with big plans, big big plans there.

With the natives restless, we taxied back. I heard someone grumble, "what a jerk!" I thought this would be fitting for one of their commercials, "Wanna get away?"

As the disheveled and wayward passanger ran up the aisle, she declared her sympathy for us all and how she wasn't sure how the scanner let her on. She also stated how dispite her mishap, believe it or not, that she was a frequent flier. We all had a laugh.

Off we go.

Monday, June 16, 2008

Homebrewing

The is the air lock on a fermenting batch of Belgian Ale. It allows carbon dioxide to escape without letting germs in with a simple cap floating in water. Works like a charm.

I've been brewing at home for more than 13 years and learned something amazing not too long ago. I've been quite aware of the "German Beer Purity Law" called Reinheitsgebot for many years but it was only recently when someone pointed out the obvious.

My memory was that it only allowed for water, hops, barley and yeast. But put forward in 1487, it actually predates the discovery of yeast! (Note: Germany wasn't a nation-state either)

Yeast may have been first observed in 1680 by Leeuwenhoek (almost 200 years post Reinheitsgabot) but it wasn't until Pasteur in 1857 that it began to be understood (even later, after almost 400 years!)

For hundreds or thousands of years there must have been such a magic to beer. No wonder people are so superstitious.

Gay Marrage

As I drove past city hall this morning, it dawned on me that tomorrow California will begin issuing marriage certificates for same sex partnerships. Pardon me if I'm not using the proper terms here.

On NPR, they were discussing the topic and brought up some very interesting thoughts. It wasn't THAT long ago that love was even a deciding factor in who you marry so "allowing" same sex marriage is quite avant guarde. People used to marry for political and social gain.

This whole thing is going to get played out like a 5 day cricket match in federal court sooner or later but this is the historic begining. Notice the stack of news vans huddled outside waiting to pounce on their first sound bite from the first couple to exit, feeling both vindicated and giddie.

I'm so for gay marriage, I probably sound indifferent, but I'm actually quite excited about everything. Excited in a "finally" kind of way. Like when the Red Sox finally won a World Series.

The Giving Tree

Anytime our landlord thinks someone threw away something that still hold value, he'll hang it from the tree out front. Today we see a black bag with a pair of shoes inside. Garbage day is tomorrow so this is the 11th hour for these shoes.

I like the idea of recycling but to take it this literally is kind of creepy. We tend to think of our garbage can as an absolute final resting place but in reality it is only the beginning of a whole new journey. Good luck shoes, I hope your new owner is better then the last.

Saturday, June 14, 2008

Phonebooks in the foyer...



These phonebooks have been sitting here for months - note: two diffrent brands. Does anyone even use these anymore? I haven't touched one in likely 8 years. Although, I think you can still prove Christ's strength by tearing one in half if you're in Orange County...

The beginning