Adventures with Marathan

Foodie SIN

2008-10-19T06:33:00.000-07:00

I'm finishing up almost 24 hours here in Singapore on my way between Tokyo and Delhi. Somebody asked what I was going to do here and I think I said "I don't know; eat", which was pretty accurate. I arrived quite late (1am) and leave quite late (2a next day) and mostly walked, ate, and slept. (OK, I did spend a chunk of the afternoon at the Asian Civilisations Museum, taking a tour of the gallery ... under the theory that educational growth is important too.)

Some highlights:

My distaste for seafood is as usual limiting - there have been a bunch of things that look like they'd be tasty to others that I've passed on ... but it wasn't a total bust. Freshly-made almond soya milk with chewy tapioca balls, tropical fruit, and variety of dim sum pieces for breakfast. Oh, and chilled green tea- I think I'm addicted after a week in Japan, though it felt odd not to buy it from a vending machine on the street.

Late afternoon snacks at the food hawker center near my hotel was a heaping plate of Satay. And I do mean heaping - I think I made the equivalent of a beginner's mistake at Dim Sum.... I ordered so much from the first stall that it was hard to get much from subsequent places. However, it was quite pleasent to sit under a covered roof as the rain poured and eat some hot and smoky chicken and beef satay, cucumber/onion, and rice cake meal.

When "Automated" isn't 24/7

2008-10-13T04:28:00.000-07:00

So I'm in Tokyo for the week on business. My flight into Narita landed a bit later than planned and so ran to catch the bus to the hotel. Knowing there was a post office/ international ATM near the hotel, I didn't worry about having no Yen with me.

Why the post office? Most of the ATMs in Japan only take domestically issued ATM cards, but the post office is also a bank, and has ATMs. But here's the rub: the ATM closed at 17:00. Silly American, why would you assume an automated banking machine would be open 24/7?

Fortunately I still had a few hundred Yen on my PASMO, and so could take the train to a bank a few stops away...but really.

Fourth of July

2008-07-20T19:35:00.000-07:00

So while many were celebrating our nation's independence from the Brits, Jonathan and I were enslaved to our home. He (with help from Josh) worked on removing clay from our new planting areas... who knew we could make pottery from the "dirt" out back?!

Always in need of my own project, at some point this spring I proclaimed that we were going to repaint the downstairs bathroom. I've had about all I can take of realtor beige. So, with help from Carrie, the downstairs bathroom is now blue (with white ceiling), a new mirror and light fixture. I also opted not to hang the door on the upper cabinet (reflected in the mirror) -- it's a cute "spa" look....

Not bad for a weekend's work, eh?

More on the patio

2008-07-20T19:22:00.000-07:00

Okay, so Jonathan's feeling sheepish that the patio is "messy" but (shhh -- don't tell him I said this) even messy it's so much better than the Swiss Cheese that used to be there -- it looks great. So, in an effort to share (even messy) views of the work we've done, I'm including some photos here.

Below is the view you have after stepping out of the sliding doors (from the kitchen). Beyond the table (note new umbrella!) is a big planting area that is Jonathan's Purple Plot.

In case you're interested, here's the detail of the pavers.

Jasmine, Eggplant, Zucchini, Lavender, and Pavers

2008-07-20T11:50:00.001-07:00

Wow, it's been awhile since we've posted anything...

We've undertaken several home improvement projects this summer. One closest to completion has been our backyard, which many of you may remember was previously our rotting wood deck; that's now gone, and has been replaced by concrete pavers, landscaping, and drip irrigation.

It's still a work in progress, but the infrastructure is in and I've done a bit of transplanting. Here are a few updates:

Our Japanese eggplant is growing nicely, and--since protecting it with Sluggo--seems to be safe from the snails. Chiu-Ki gave us some of her extra Zucchini seeds, and we're batting 0.660 in terms of seedlings. We've named them "right" and "left", but through a catastrophic turn of events, and the usual degree of obfuscation, the plant on the left is actually "right".

In a nod to downtown Palo Alto parking, we've named this region the "purple zone", with a variety of flowering plants, including our recently transplanted lavender and jasmine:

Set your expectations appropriately since you know how frequently we update this blog, but additional garden details, photos and tracking can be found on (you guessed it) the web's latest Gardening 2.0 adventure: MyFolia. Check it out.

Short stay in Paris to wind down...

2008-03-20T14:30:00.000-07:00

My Spring '08 world tour is winding down after almost a week here in Paris. Work was quite productive here with with colleagues, partners, and customers, but fortunately I had a little time to wander around the city and and enjoy a brisk early spring here. I love to explore cities by just walking...though obviously much more fun with Katz around. It's been almost five years since were were last here ... and I had almost forgotten how beautifully the historic buildings are lit, so that was a real treat. And as a bonus, in most places at night there weren't too many tourists -- the Marais and even the Ill de la Cite were surprisingly peaceful.

Our office is near Trocadero by the Eiffel Tower, and I so was quite surprised by the hordes of tourists even in 8-12 degree weather. On Tuesday evening I thought I might try to blend into the crowd and take the elevator to the top for a view of the city at dusk ... but the queue was so long and I wasn't terribly patient, so I decided to go for two other tourist activities instead -- avoiding sidewalk landmines, and having a warm crepe fromage from a street-side vendor.

Other than going for evening strolls, I haven't had much time to explore the city on this trip. But I have had a few wonderful meals. On Wednesday night I went to a lovely restaurant in the western part of the city: Les Jardins de Camille with lovely food, good company, and a wonderful glass wall with a view of La Defense and the Eiffel Tower. I guess I can say I've never gone to the top, but have seen the twinkly strobe lights at the top of several hours...

For my last full meal in Paris, I was in an intimate bistro in St. Germain called "Au 35", located on 35 rue Jacob. This was fitting end to the trip - a salad with duck confit, a sublime chicken pastilla with a spiced honey sauce, and an assortment of cheeses for dessert. Very tasty food, with reasonable prices in a convenient location.

Asia Travel Update

2008-03-08T05:38:00.000-08:00

I guess it's been a few days since I last blogged. I spent most of the week in Tokyo for business. I did make some time to do a little sightseeing, and also got to go out and eat some good Japanese food. I had tried to go to Sen, but unfortunately the owner is sick and they're only doing lunch at the moment, and the reservations are booked through April...so we went to Nagamine instead which was great.

On Thursday morning before I left Japan, I went to the auction and fish market at Tsukiji at 4:45. It was an interesting experience to see huge numbers of marlin, tuna, etc, auctioned off to a growing crowd of fishmongers...but I actually had a lot more fun wandering around the warehouses of vegetables and fruit. (This may be related to the fact that I don't eat seafood. Though in general the market didn't smell too much.) While walking around I ran into two friends who were taking a nap:

I arrived into Hong Kong on Friday for a meeting with one of our customers, and went to dinner with a colleague afterwards. I'm staying on the Kowloon side, which is a first for me, but has been pretty convenient, even though I spent most of my day on Hong Kong island today. I started early and took the express bus to Stanley to try to beat the crowds, and found a really nice (blue; surprise) shirt for about 80HKD. I enjoy treasure hunting at Stanley, but it's always hit-or-miss, so I also picked up a few shirts from my tailor while I was in town here.

I guess today's theme was, fittingly, dim sum. Based upon Chiu-Ki and Francois' suggestion last month I went for dim sum at Maxim's above city hall. When they suggested it initially I was quite puzzled, because I didn't understand that "City Hall" is not a government building as it would be at home. It's a municipal building that has performance venues, and other meeting places...with a number of shops and restaurants above. Maxim's is on the second floor with a wide swath of windows with a view of the harbor. At least where I was seated, I didn't get much of the view ... that would've meant I couldn't see the carts going around. The food was very good -- classic dim sum items...most of which I can visually identify, though only about three or four by name (Char Siu Bao; Siu Mai; Har Gow). Dim sum really needs a large crowd such that one can sample variety, so going alone today limited my options.

I wandered around Hong Kong a bit longer after lunch and then came back to Kowloon to go to two museums: the science museum and the Hong Kong history museum. The science museum had a bunch of interactive exhibits about E&M, energy efficiency, and a number of other topics focussed on life in Hong Kong. One interesting thing was how the energy efficiency exhibit talked about advances in appliances...and right up there with air conditioners and washing machines was "rice cookers"; induction-based cookers are much more efficient than stovetop cooking.

Without a doubt my favorite part of the museum was a little room that showed a bunch of "process" videos. For example, there was a five minute video showing a tour of an instant noodle factory, going through mixing the dough, steaming, frying, weighing for quality control etc. A number of other region-focussed videos too: making bean curd and soya milk, making moon cakes, as well as making ice cream and a bunch of other ones.

These brought back memories of my childhood. I loved sesame street and PBS (and as y'all can attest, still do) but one of my favorite segments was the crayon video. This was a fifteen minute tour of Crayola -- starting with a girl drawing with crayons and then staring at a peach colored one. The video of making crayons is actually on YouTube! And it turns out it isn't fifteen minutes long, but barely two--which shows what my attention span was. Anyway, I may no longer be doing engineering work, but I've always been an engineer at heart.

I spent a few hours in the HK history museum, seeing how the government presents the history of the opium wars, British occupation, etc, and then went back to Hong Kong island for dinner. I went to what I think was Marah and my favorite restaurant here -- I think this is my fourth time now? I'm a little embarrassed by the name-- it really is called "Dim Sum", and is located at 63 Sing Woo Road in Happy Valley. But the food is that good. In fact, it was featured on a recent episode of the PBS show "Gourmet Diary of a Foodie". Their char siu bao also includes bits of roast duck, and their pak choi/mushroom dumplings are tasty with an good/interesting mixture of textures that I haven't been able to find in California (yet).

Anyway, that's an update from here in Asia. Tomorrow I fly on to New Delhi for business.

Contrasts during a Sunday in Tokyo

2008-03-02T02:58:00.000-08:00

I had a wonderful Sunday in Tokyo. I woke up a bit early - about 5:30 here, and called home to California for a bit; did some online banking; tried unsuccessfully to fall back asleep; and then finally decided to shower and head out. The default jetlagged-tourist event here is to head to Tsukuji, the wholesale fish market, but it isn't open on Sundays, so I had to come up with my own plan.

Breakfast was a bit of a scavenger hunt. To start I had a lovely hot bowl of udon at the Ebisu train station. It's a great little haunt where one gets to choose from a set of doughy fried vegetables and other toppings for a bowl of hot noodles. My favorite this morning was the bundle of fried shimeji mushrooms. I think I might go slurp there again tomorrow on the way to the office. I then went north on the Yamanote line to Harajuku, where on the first Sunday of the month at the Togo Shrine is a flea market. Not quite Portobello Road or Stanley Market, but a small little place where locals have brought arts, crafts, and dated music records. I got to wander around a bit and skip the mostly closed shops on Takeshita-Dori on a nice, brisk, sunny Tokyo morning.

After that I decided to wander around a bit. I think I walked about 8km this morning, heading via Aoyama Cemetaryon to Roppongi Hills, and then eventually back to Ebisu via Sengakuji near Shinagawa station. (I will admit the last part of the walk was not quite as planned, but I got distracted and then a bit lost on the way back to Ebisu and didn't have a detailed map of the area and couldn't read the Kanji describing the chome I was in...but it was fun.)

I happened to wander by the Prada building in Tokyo while walking this morning. The Herzog /de Meuron building was something that has been on "my list" for a number of years, but finding it this morning was really serendipity. When I walked by at 9:46, it was pretty quiet and the store wasn't open. The building has sets of flat, convex, and concave diamonds of glass that undulate in the light and offer almost "funhouse mirror" reflections of the area. I spent maybe 10-15 minutes just wandering around the building looking at the different light and reflections. I'm not quite sure why, but I was almost endlessly amused watching this woman go back and forth polishing the glass.

I spent the afternoon with Fuji-san and his wife Chiko-san. We went to the Tokyo-Edo museum to get a feel for the city history of Tokyo since 1603. It was interesting to see the development of the city as a view of Japanese culture and expansion. In some ways it was similar to the Barcelona city history museum that Marah and I visited last October--the museum showed progressive maps of the city, with depictions of the reclamation of Tokyo Bay. We had a tour guide for a bit and a young couple from eastern India joined us. The guy from India clearly had studied Japanese history quite a bit, and offered several comments and opinions during the tour. They did note many customs-like taking shoes off before entering a home, and keeping a small shrine inside one's house- transcended cultures and countries.

The couple had an interesting point about Japan (esp. juxtaposed with India), though without an accurate quote this may not convey the nuance. "You rely on electricity a lot," said the young woman. I really was not sure what she meant nor how to respond. She clarified, that in India they would rely upon stairs in buildings but here in Japan they have elevators and escalators for everything. (I didn't really interject about this transcending Japan, US, EU, ...) Chiko-san and I were both puzzled.

After the museum we headed over to the Senso temple, and then went in search of a Tonkatsu (deep fried pork cutlet) restaurant he had heard great things about. When we found it, there was a sign that indicated it was closed due to renovations ... which reminded me of the sign that I recently saw at my favorite Columbus Bakery in NYC. (For those of you without the history, it was a tasty place on 82nd/Columbus with a cool "Toasty Man" logo. Unfortunately, the silly people didn't appear to be upfront about so-called renovations, and have since closed/changed ownership.)

Oh, but I digress. We went to find another Tonkatsu place, and had a tasty dinner. They're both lovely people, and I had a great time with them in the afternoon. Meanwhile, it's just about nine o'clock here and I think I'm going to try to stay awake for a few more hours such that I can make it through my day at work tomorrow.

Around the world in 22 days...

2008-03-01T05:33:00.000-08:00

Here's the start of another round-the-world business trip. On "Leap Day" I hopped on a United flight from SFO to Tokyo. The rest of the trip will take me to Hong Kong, New Delhi, Singapore (briefly), and then on to Europe.

The flight to Tokyo was pretty decent, and oddly enough, I actually enjoyed the meal. I was a bit scared, since it was one of the "designed by Charlie Trotter" menu items--in past experience the big T logo means "Truly disgusting"...but it was an apricot curry braised lamb shoulder, with Israeli couscous and spinach. We didn't take off on time since the folks on the ground decided to hold out for 20 passengers connecting from Denver, but we made up for it and arrived roughly on schedule at 15:30 on Saturday March 1.

Downtown Tokyo is 60+ km away from the Narita airport. Last time I took the "Narita Express" train, which while speedy required a change either at Tokyo or Shinagawa...and with baggage is really a stupid thing to do at rushhour since the trains are packed. So instead I took the "limo bus", which brought me straight to the Westin. Very easy, but took two hours. That's on par with what the train would've taken, but after a 10 hour flight (in first), it's not terribly fun to sit on a bus and get motion sick while reading two months of old NYTimes dining sections.

More details later.

Strawberry Daikon

2008-01-21T20:18:00.000-08:00

We're currently "boxsitting"; our friends who have a subscription to a weekly organic produce box are away, and so we offered to prevent the veggies from going to waste. The contents are unknown to us prior to pickup, so it's a bit of organic russian roulette. (We lost the bet last week and cooked with some form of ___nip to disastrous results, but have since found some happy freecycling south Palo Alto people who are wiling to take surplus turnips and fennel.)

According to the description accompanying this week's box, we inherited several strawberry daikon. We weren't quite sure why these green and white things were called strawberry daikon, since I've only seen long white daikon before. I figured it was simply the shape. But as I decided to make a daikon slaw with the slice-twelve-fingers-mandolin tonight, it immediately became clear: they're a beautiful bright pink hue inside. And no, any pinkness you see on the unopened daikon to the right is simply the light reflecting in the photograph.

So, perhaps this blog entry will float to the top of Google Image results for the next hapless strawberry daikon soul...

Yo ho ho...

2008-01-15T15:07:00.000-08:00

Supposedly I'm making a lot of progress. Until today I'm not sure I would have agreed.

Saturday (procedure +1): Recall in above post - it was really rough being outside. Even with my eyes closed and sunglasses on, the daylight felt way too bright. My eyes were dry, and it was a bit tough to read. As expected, it was an ordeal to have Marah add the cocktail of drops to my eyes.

Sunday (procedure +2): We generally took it easy here, and it was kind of a repeat of Saturday for me. While I could certainly "see", my vision was getting blurrier - it was uncomfortable to watch TV, impossible to read, and generally pretty frustrating. I'd even say boring. In the late morning, one of my eyes was in significant pain. The cocktail certainly helped, and eventually we figured out the appropriate "comfort" order to insert the drops into my eyes. To get out of the house mid-afternoon, we made some returns at the local bevy of home improvement stores.

Anyway, I think we went to bed around eight o'clock, which wasn't such a good move. I wasn't tired, and tried to read, but my vision was really bad. Substantially worse than my eyesight prior to surgery. I couldn't figure out what the right level of light was to read printed material, nor could I figure out the appropriate distance. And, since I went to sleep so early, I was up for several hours in the middle of the night, panicking over my eyesight ... wondering if I was going to be in the minority of people who end up with poor results in this non-guaranteed process.

Monday (procedure +3):

After the regimen of drops upon waking, we headed over for a checkup with the doctor. My epithelial cells are healing well and making good progress. Epithelial cells in my left eye have basically healed over and it looks like a "zipper" as they try to reconnect in-line. My right eye is healing a little more slowly, and there is still a central area without the cells. This at least explains my blurry vision. The plan is to go back first thing on Wednesday morning to have the contact lenses taken out, since my eyes will have sufficiently healed. The word from the doctor is "it will get better every day", so presumably my anxiety is unfounded, and my hopes were a bit unrealistic.

I decided to work from home on Monday rather than sit and sleep the day away ... a mix of being on the phone with colleagues, and occaisionally trying to read the computer screen for email. Concentrating on text on the computer was really tough. My eyes seem to be doing better overall - I was able to skip the optional "comfort" (pain-killing) drops today. By bedtime, I was able to read under the right lighting conditions, but opted for a large-print [it's all relative] book of Roz Chast cartoons.

Tuesday (procedure +4):
I forget if it was this morning or just before bed realized that the blurriness and frustration was likely due to the asymmetrical healing of my eyes. If I closed my right eye, I could see small text at a distance quite well. I guess my brain is trying to interpret the good-left eye along with the bad-right eye data, which is causing some of the mental focus and straining that I'm doing. Anyway, this was a great confidence booster this morning, and I hope augurs well for recovery post-contacts tomorrow. Meantime, I've considered fashioning an eye patch and finding a parrot to sit on my shoulder as I rule the high seas...

When it rains it pours...

2008-01-12T12:30:00.000-08:00

OK, so Friday was the scary day. Yes, I've been preparing for the eye "procedure" for a bit - 1000mg of Vitiman C since January 1st, and started my six-day regiment of Methylprednisolone on Thursday. I was preparing for it to be simply a day of working in the morning, the "procedure", and then recovery. However, when it rains it pours.

You see, on Wednesday, the *counter people* called - they decided to come between 8 and 10 on Friday to install the new countertops, backsplash, sink, and bar. Of course, they arrived closer to ten and well, they just finished up around 3:15! Ugh. Well, fortunately, "Phase One" of the kitchen is almost complete.

But throughout this I was pretty anxious. The eye appointment was for 4:00, with a 3:30 arrival and prep. I took a valium at 2pm per instructions, which was probably good for the guys installing the counters :) I would claim the drug didn't do too much for me, but Marah said it appeared to loosen me up - as if I'd had a glass (or three) of wine.

Dr Volpicelli came in shortly before four to recheck my eyes, and then we were ready to go. We paraded out of the office, and I followed him into what I thought was the laser room. Not quite. He was stopping briefly for a drink in the coffee room. :) In my defense, I didn't have glasses on, and it seemed at the time it "could" have been the procedure room.

Anyway, the procedure was pretty quick, though I was quite anxious to steadily focus on on the eye-tracking blinking light. The anesthetics took care of numbing me to pain and pressure, but they don't really cover temperature receptors. There were a few times a cold liquid was used - I was staring at a few bright lights, and then this really cold liquid was squirted all over my eyes. Pretty bad "cold headache" - as if I ate too much ice cream or had a really cold drink quickly. Anyway, afterwards clear "bandage" contact lenses were inserted into my eyes. The original plan was for "LASEK" - doing treatment on the surface of the eye. Very similar to PRK, except in PRK the topmost epithelial cells are pushed back into place after the procedure and in LASEK they are discarded. During treatment Dr Volpicelli decided to discard the cells, so I had PRK after all.

After the procedure, we went back to the examination room, and there was a poster on the wall with graphical portions that previously had appeared to be a yellow blob when my glasses were off. Literally right after surgery, I could easily recognize that they were a face with two eyes and a nose. Marah commented that I was actually looking at her in the eye when talking to her (as opposed to generically at her face). So vision clearly had improved...though reading was a bit of a strain.

We headed home afterwards, and I curled up on the couch, had some food and fell asleep listening to NPR for almost two hours. After that, while my eyes were a bit dry, I wasn't in too much pain, and listened to some news on the TV until about nine o'clock. We went upstairs, I preemptively took a vicodin and had plastic goggles taped onto my face such that my eyes wouldn't be too disturbed while I slept. Silly photo:

I slept pretty well - I remember waking up a bit and my eyes felt dry, but I was too tired to deal with removing the goggle things to put in drops. Today I've been taking it easy. I had a follow up appointment with Dr Vopicelli in the morning. I can see reasonably well, but I wouldn't want to drive for a
few days. I can read but often there's haze and double vision -- the eye chart often had a few letter Os and Vs but they looked like an infinity and a W. But I certainly have functional vision and feel comfortable reading.

My eyes are still very dry- it's "hard" to keep my eyelids completely open. Though some of the four types of drops (painkillers, antibiotic, anti inflammitory, ...) sting a bit I'm not really in much discomfort. I am quite sensitive to light - as if my pupils have been dilated, but a bit
worse. Even if I close my eyes and wear the sunglasses I was given, being outside hurts a bit. And so there are some negatives to our house being filled with natural light.

Anyway, back to taking it easy. Today Marah will try to install the plumbing for the new sink , reinstall the garbage disposal, etc, such that we have a functional kitchen again.

Oh, finally for those who want the really gory details ... here are two cell phone videos Marah took of the procedure. Evidently they had a closed-circuit TV in the waiting room. I love the juxtaposition with the toys to the left of the TV. I'm sure young children would love to watch these procedures live. Note that there's no sound from the procedure itself; merely Marah wincing in the waiting room.

Right Eye (done first):

Left Eye (done second):

The Template Man Cometh

2008-01-02T16:38:00.001-08:00

He came, he saw, he templated.

Jorge the template guy showed up around 830 this morning and quickly got to work. We were expecting him to bring sheets of balsa wood to make full-sized templates, but instead he brought strips that he uses to essentially outline the counters, the bar, the backsplash, etc. On the whole everything is sufficiently level -- more or less -- and plumb, except for the area behind the sink. There, I may have been a bit overzealous with the joint compound... and now there's a charming bulge... I knew it was there, I was just hopeful it'd go on a diet and disappear before this morning. I wasn't so lucky, so I'll be sanding a bit tonight and over the weekend to thin it down.

Jorge said it'd probably be about 2 weeks until installation, which would take about 3 hours given the size of our kitchen. (I'm glad we have a small kitchen!) I'm hopeful it can happen while Jonathan's home next week... but we'll see.

Countdown Begins

2007-12-31T11:22:00.000-08:00

No, not the ball dropping -- the countdown until we disconnect the sink for several weeks.

As promised, here are a few shots of our latest parts of the project. First, installing drywall to the right of the range (see right). This was actually around 9:30pm the other night -- I figured since the dry wall was already about the right size, it wouldn't take much to get it in the wall. All things considered, dry walling isn't the most fun but it's sure not hard, especially when what you're doing will be concealed by an attractive backsplash. Our new drill made installation generally quite simple, especially once I figured out which settings gave the drill enough power to get through the drywall and plywood behind it without.

On the other side of the kitchen, we had pulled out the dishwasher, thinking that'd be the best way to access and inspect a couple things on that side. Fortunately, Jonathan realized we could do what we needed to with the small power screw driver and that I didn't need to cut a whole in the dry wall behind the dishwasher. Sadly, this realization didn't come about until after I'd pulled out the machine, disconnected the old copper water supply line, and decided that I didn't much like the look of it. We also realized that the old water damage we'd noticed when we moved in wasn't a sink leak but probably a dishwasher leak, given the damage that was hidden by the dishwasher. It's dry now and nothing to worry about, but was a fun archaeological project. Speaking of digs, we also realized our tile floor is laid directly over the old linoleum.

So, here I am trimming the next piece of dry wall... Our friendly dishwasher is keeping me company in the middle of the kitchen. Re-installation proved entertaining -- but that's a story to tell in person.

So, the place resembles a functioning kitchen again -- so much so, we had friends for dinner last night. I do love my particleboard counters.

Tomorrow we'll finally disconnect the faucet and remove the sink. I'm cautiously optimistic that we'll be able to continue using the dishwasher, since I have a cap for the side of the hot water valve that connects to the faucet -- the real question is whether we'll be able to get the waste line to cooperate.

As we look back on our "Christmas Vacation" I think we're both pleased at our success. The kitchen really is ready for the arrival of the template-making people on Wednesday "between 8 and 10 am."

Master Electrician

2007-12-28T18:06:00.000-08:00

Here's the kitchen as it stands at this moment. The counters are free of tile, grout, and anything else -- looks pretty good, eh?

Between the door to the pantry and living room you can see a piece of green board, water-friendlier dry wall, which I'll use for patching tomorrow. Though we cut it only to get the pieces in the car, this one is a perfect fit, by width to the wall in the photo at left. Handy! I just have to trim the length.

The sink and dishwasher are still working, and I'm optimistic that we'll continue to have them until at least 12/31. The sink doesn't really sit in a cut out so much as there's particleboard installed around and under its lip, holding it up. There are many gaps, so splashing can make for a real mess.

Behind the sink is the half-wall that will be the base of our new bar, under the pendant lights. The backsplash area there is an example of where we essentially cut the tiles off the wall, rather than prying them off. That's where I'll be patching tomorrow. I think I should be able to get a nice long piece going right across, and I'm pleased that it doesn't have to be perfect since it will be hidden by the granite :)

From our excursion to pick up the new barstools on Friday, we also picked up a couple trivets, thinking they'd be handy and look nice in the "new" kitchen. Little did I realize how handy they'd be in the Intermediate Kitchen (see left and right of stove).

Snuggling with the Counters

2007-12-28T18:03:00.000-08:00

Found it! Here's Jonathan, prying tiles off the backsplash, at time more successfully than others. You can see the cleared-off particleboard counters under and behind him.

Josh approves of Jonathan's diligence.

Merry Christmas

2007-12-28T17:11:00.001-08:00

On Christmas Day, Josh, AKA Master Demo, made a repeat appearance. He and Jonathan actually removed all the remaining tile counters and backsplash. Sadly, photos with St. Nick won't download from my phone. Sorry, folks. But we can tell you all about it:

At the suggestion of Kent, our electrician, we took the "easy" route to the backsplash, scoring the dry wall with the intent of prying it off. Great, except that it turned out it wasn't so hard to remove the tiles... so in the end, we made some more dry wall practice for myself. The wall behind the stove received Jonathan's Royal Removal Treatment, and save for some torn drywall paper, is just fine. There's a great photo of Jonathan mounting the cabinets to yank at the tile on my camera...

This isn't the cleanest process, but with diligence, vacuums, and a lot of swiffer wet clothes, we managed to clean off the counters and floors so well we even had Mark & Etta for dinner on Wednesday night.

I'll be patching tomorrow, behind the sink and the wall perpendicular to the stove. We'll take action shots of the holey wall before I get started.

If I'd known how much I'd like particleboard counters, I might have suggested we do this long ago!

Goodbye Tiles, Hello Particleboard

2007-12-28T16:58:00.000-08:00

Tile Demolition, Day One.

Josh came over Friday night... little did he know what was in store. I think we all got a little excited about the prospect of assembling the bar stools Jonathan found and that took us to Kitchen Demo for Saturday morning.

Here, we see Josh, smiling for the camera. He did a great job leading the demolition effort. During this time, I was hanging from the ceiling (okay, not really hanging) patching the aforementioned hole in the dry wall. No photo as yet, but all things considered, I did a good job! Proof to come.

We did think of a few brainy things, like cover the appliances with towels and linens (don't worry, we'll wash them before we have guests again) and moving the new stove out of the way of flying porcelain.

At left is yours truly, posing (so as not to send debris flying toward the camera), but pretty much, that's what demo looked like last Saturday. It was remarkably slow going, as the tiles are set into what I'm calling concrete (it seems much thicker and stronger than joint compound) that had a layer of chicken wire in it for strength .

As you can see, we started trying to remove tile and then jack up the concrete. It was certainly slow going!

Later, Jonathan took a front row seat in the demo process, and he and Josh were a great team. I retired upstairs to do s'more dry wall repairs.

Kitchen Demo

2007-12-28T16:48:00.000-08:00

We've officially started on kitchen demolition. We can't seem to find official "before" pictures, but here is the best we've got -- with one particular incarnation of pendant light, which we've since replaced.

The hole in the ceiling was an access point for wiring the can lights that I installed over the summer. The raised ceiling there is where the original fluorescent light fixture was.

The pendants hang where a cabinet once did -- that came out in the spring.

Please notice existing counter tops -- white tile, with grey grout.

Japan Travel

2007-11-04T15:06:00.000-08:00

Just a quick post before I head off to the office today. I'll see if I can flesh this out a bit later with additional details...

The past few days have been pretty exciting - conference session and meetings for work went well last week, and then on Friday evening I hopped on the Shinkansen for about two hours heading west. It was off to an awkward start, as I had to take the monorail to the commuter line to get to the main Tokyo station...and at 6pm it was literally packed. My 6 minute trip on the commuter line was an exercise in Brownian motion with my small duffel bag and backpack.

On Friday and Saturday nights I slept in Nagoya, using it as a base for sightseeing. Saturday was spent in Kyoto (a short ~ one hour Shinkansen west of Nagoya) wandering around. I was able to practice my Japanese a bit, which was cool. I visited two temples: Kiyomizu, up on the hill overlooking the city, and Ryoanji, a quieter place with a famous rock garden and fountain with a famous inscription. Lunch was an おいしい　やさいのたべものだけ(delicious vegeterian meal) at a place recommended by the NYTimes. On Sunday I took a local train to a bus to go to Meiji Mura, a superb outdoor architectural museum. It has several Meiji-era buildings that were moved piece-by-piece and reconstructed in a huge park near a mountain lake. (Perhaps I'm missing some subtlety but I would translate the Kanji characters of the adjoining city, Inuyama, as "Dog Mountain"...) To me the star attraction was the lobby of Frank Lloyd Wright's Imperial Hotel, which was well worth the visit.

東京　に　ようこそ

2007-10-31T02:45:00.000-07:00

The good news is that I had a direct flight to Narita. Unfortunately, there wasn't a direct connection to my hotel today ... so I took the Narita Express train to Tokyo eki, and wandered around with luggage to transfer to another JR train Shimbashi station, only to wander around looking for a monorail to get to my hotel. I'm sure there was a better way, which might have included taking a taxi, but at least it kept me awake for the journey.

I had a little time this afternoon to wander around the Ginza shopping district. One interesting tidbit - I ran into a Krispy Kreme shop in a basement of a mall. I was kind of surprised at the long queue, but evidently it's popular. Only after I left the mall via a different exit did I realize the extent of the popularity. There were hundreds of people, and the end of the queue said "1:30"!

More later -- ちょっと眠いですから

Avignon

2007-10-26T08:30:00.000-07:00

After a lull in connectivity, we finally managed to secure "weefee" in our hotel in Avignon. We've had a lovely few days here, using this as a base to do plenty of exploring and olive oil acquisition. (You wouldn't expect us to bring home normal stuff, would you?) Tomorrow, we drive back to Barcelona, which we expect to take ~4 hours, plus a stop in Figures for the Dali museum.

Nice K-bab

2007-10-22T09:03:00.000-07:00

We planned a full day: up and out early to get to the daily market in downtown Nice. We were famished, and saw rows of fresh flowers, vegetables, soaps, herbs, cured olives, sun dried tomatoes, cheeses, tasty bread. I sampled and bought some basil-cured olives (yum) and sun dried tomatoes, and we bought some foccacia for breakfast. Marah wasn’t terribly thrilled with this so early, so we had some tasty muesli with yogurt and hot drinks for breakfast, and headed on a hike up the hill to the Chagall museum.

I’m not sure I’ve ever been a great fan of Marc Chagall, but the museum was quite nice. (Yes, the day was filled with awful, obvious puns.) The garden outside has some olive trees that were fairly old, and an interesting variant of thyme – a very un-delicate plant, almost rough like typical rosemary bushes. Inside, there were a number of biblical murals – some however reminded me very much of the classic 1970s hagadot that my parents (still) use.

After the Chagall museum we hiked up to the top of the hill to some Roman ruins, a park, and the Matisse museum. Matisse spent the last ~50 years of his life here in Nice, and while most of the work here was from the latter part of his life, the museum does a good job demonstrating the progression of his style.

In the afternoon after our museums, we headed back down the hill towards our car. Marah was a bit tired halfway down, so we stopped at a park bench where she lay down to take a short nap, and I got to finish one of the New Yorkers that we brought. We found a bar in the old town to try some Socca, the local chickpea flour-based crepe. (I thought it was pretty tasty, especially with a dab of added pepper.) And to cap off the day, we went for a long stroll along the promenade by the ocean. Marah described it as very Miami Beach – expensive hotels, wide walkway, and beautiful colored ocean….though one of my favorite parts was watching the planes swing just a few hundred feed overhead as they turned to land in the Nice airport. After walking several miles by the beach, we stopped to sit and read as the sun went down. I started reading the food issue of the New Yorker, though Calvin Trillian’s exploits in Singaporean street hawker cuisine (or perhaps the wind picking up as the sun set) made us ready to head back towards the restaurants for dinner. We had a lovely meal at Royal Kebab (the “K-bab” of Nice, folks) with kebabs, tasty aubergine dip, etc…and then called it a day.

Road Trip!

2007-10-22T08:54:00.000-07:00

We drove from Barcelona to Carcassonne via Montserrat and Girona on Friday, and Carcassonne to Nice – really, Villefranche-sur-Mer on Saturday.

The drive between Barcelona and Montserrat is “30 minutes” plus slow time zig-zagging up the last hill to the monastery. Well, it took us more like three hours. In fact, it may have been even more than that. It was awful. We had general directions from several guidebooks, but not turn-by-turn directions, and Spain is not as well-marked as France. So, we went in circles – big blipping circles. We asked for directions three – no, wait, FOUR – times: the gas station, another gas station (where when I walked in, I said (in Spanish): “I think we’re lost. We’re trying to get to Montserrat,” and the manager-type gentleman said, “no, you’re right. Go straight, then left, then right, and you’re there.” Ha. HAHAHA. A road-construction worker, almost asked one of the three road-side hookers (who qualified for social security), and a truck driver who was stuck
in a backup along side us. Not sure exactly what happened to get us there, except that I’d given up and Jonathan said, well, let’s just try this. And lo and behold. Note to future travelers: get explicit directions before taking the “short drive to Montserrat.” We did manage to make it in time for the 10-minute “mini-mass” where the boys’ choir sings. We grabbed a pretty good lunch, and headed north.

I was very interested in stopping in Girona, and we managed to have a nice, short trip. I enjoyed the Jewish Museum there very much – and hope that on our way south, or on another trip, we might be able to spend more time walking around this beautiful mountain town with incredible history.

Eventually, we were back on our way toward France – a friend had said it was just 2-3 hours from Barcelona to Carcassonne; she didn’t take the “scenic route.” Getting a sense of the quality of life in the car on Friday? Yeah, not good. We (I, okay, me, my idea) thought it would be nice to take the A-whatever part way, and then drive along what was, according to the map, pretty, almost equally fast highways that would be more scenic. Well, I don’t even know how long that took. It was awful. No, wait. The first two hours on the pretty route were great. Before the sun set, there were beautiful vistas – vineyards, crops, farms, and gorgeous mountains. But then it was narrow, windy, windy (I mean both spellings) and dark. Whimper. LONG drive. We arrived around 8:45 – putting new meaning to “we’ll keep the light on for you” – and managed to scurry up to the fortified village in time to find few if any restaurants open, or appealing. That said, just as we give up, Jonathan stops at a menu, we ask if they’ll seat us, they agree, and we’re in. And, highlight of the evening, it was the restaurant we’d planned to go to had we arrived on time… four hours earlier.

All this sets the stage for our drive to Nice. We took all the A-whatevers. I have never “pagaed” so much for tolls. I think we paid more than $30 – a lot more – but it was well worth it. In spite of occasional rain, we made great time. So much so, that we managed to arrive to the “greater Nice area” by early afternoon and made a great stop in St. Paul du Vence, which has come to be known as where Marc Chagall is buried. His grave is in a Christian cemetery – and was fairly hard to find… what caught my eye was a very simple sepulcher with scores of small stones on it. The headstone is virtually covered by a rosemary plant. St. Paul a lovely mountain town and the site of a museum called the Fondation Meaght, which houses an exceptional collection of modern art and sculpture. Having spent the entire morning in the car, the hike to the collection was nice, and walking through the very swanky art gallery-filled main-drag was a pleasant change.

From St. Paul, it was a short 20-minute drive to Nice itself, and the directions to our hotel in Villefranche-sur-Mer took us along side the swanky shores of Nice. Even in the off-season, as apparently this is, the boardwalk and street in the mid-afternoon were both packed. Our little hotel – very, very simple – is located across the street from the port of Villefranche, which has highly entertaining views of the huge cruise ships which pull into the port – not to dock, just to moor. I think that’s what I mean. The captives remain on the boat.

And look – we match. Totally unplanned.

"Light Rain"

2007-10-18T13:07:00.000-07:00

We were up at 4 this morning to catch a flight to Valencia -- really, we were catching a flight to see the Calatrava complex of museums and return-- and we did. But I think we weighed more on the return flight. No, the food wasn't that good. It rained that much. Rain was falling, and just as we would say, "well, that's the worst of it," it pours... harder. Buckets. Sheets. Cats, dogs, mice, foxes, elephants. The skies opened up... and rain just fell. My favorite moment was when I realized it was raining onto my hood, down my jacket, and straight down my pants. Remember the blue color that ran onto my bag last week? Well, now it's on the inside edge of my raincoat, too... and my legs. I am a smurf. I am blue.

The folks in Valencia didn't think anything of the rain. In the Calatrava museum, I pointed out -- rather panicked -- a huge puddle on the floor. I realized the guard couldn't care less. Then we realized why -- every building leaked. There were puddles throughout the museum (though I do think I pointed out the largest one). There were puddles through the metro station. There were puddles in the airport. The escalators dripped. And no one seemed one bit bothered. Custodial people just went around mopping. All day.

Rough life - working and eating in Barcelona

2007-10-16T15:12:00.000-07:00

Life's rough - I've been working at MAX here in Barcelona. In fact, I presented my session today to a fairly packed room. I think it went pretty well: the response during and after was upbeat, and the few people who filled out the comments forms were overwhelmingly positive.

For dinner tonight we headed over to Inopia, based upon a suggestion from a recent Mark Bittman piece in the NYT. Evidently it's run by Alberto Adrià, so for several reasons this is the closest we'll get to El Bulli on this trip.

We asked our waiter to select some tapas that he thought we'd enjoy based upon our brief constraints: no seafood (I know, I know, when in Barcelona...), and no meat from "above the neck". (Some things not to be done twice--here an attempt not to repeat my experience inadvertently ordering lamb brains in Madrid in 2005.) Anyway, the waiter did a wonderful job - some olives; croquettes; fried bread-covered meat things with tasty pimiento sauce; deep fried eggplant with a "honey" - closer to molasses glaze; lamb and pork brochettes; and for dessert, today's special: chilled figs with a yogurt sauce and orange zest. Quite good.

BCN1

2007-10-15T10:29:00.001-07:00

We arrived in Barcelona last night. Our hotel is part of the conference center where Adobe Max is -- I don't quite understand how old the area is, but certainly the convention center area is fairly new, and way off to east of the typical tourist areas.

While I never like waking up with a sinus headache (I believe my exact words were, whispering, "oh my god, I feel like I have a hangover"), I am glad when it happens in a place I can walk only a few minutes and pass several pharmacies who are more than happy to help. I was also delighted to explain my symptoms in spanish, and (better yet!) be understood. Two pills down, 10 to go, but at least I can move my head now. (I should have thought of the KXO diagnosis method last night -- especially irritable? achy? stuffy nose? watch out for a sinus infection.)

Pill #1 + latte + a hot bath = just enough push to get me out the door with the laundry in search of a lavanderia. Of course, this being predominantly a business area, there isn't much in the way of self-service laundry. So, I made my way to one of the addresses I'd found -- schlepping a loaded duffle on the metro -- only to find nothing even resembling a laundry mat on the block. Sigh. Not to be outdone, I asked at the next best option (the local cobbler) who said (all this is in Spanish, remember): "well, I'm not sure... let me think. I don't know. But.. maybe... well... go there and there and cross and maybe I think on the left." Thank you... Anyway, did walk a block or two and found a grocery store (hooray) on one side of the street, and self-service laundry machines on the other. Success! I tossed the stuff in (not my jeans, of course, because I realized yesterday that the blue stuff on the green bag is the color from my jeans RUBBING ONTO THE LEATHER!!!! VERY annoyed. Some did come off. Not all... will be remedied upon return to CA.

Anyway, I say, "see you in thirty minutes" and make my way to The Palau de la Música Catalana where I hope to acquire tickets to the Requiem performance we tried to buy tickets for in the states. I'm moving along, me and my map, happy to be in Barcelona -- scenery, people, happy clam. Somehow, I overshoot and walk about twice as far as I was supposed to, missing the Palau entirely, sweating bullets because it's 70+ degrees and I'm hightailing it in khaki pants. As the mail man for directions (he has no idea) find a hotel and the desk guy sets me straight -- "20 mintutes" he says. He's never walked with me. 7 minutes later I'm in line (dripping!) and secure two tickets for 10/28, our last night on the trip together. Hooray!

Opted to take the metro back to the lavanderia -- I was only 45 minutes later than I said I'd be -- tossed the washer contents into the dryer and went to the market for some juice. Returned to the dryer never having warmed up (20 minutes of spinning), so, since the operator had left for siesta, I figured the best thing to do was schlep the laundry back to the hotel. Wet laundry... much heavier than dry laundry. Got back to the hotel and am now sitting in, well, a large drying facility, with clothing hung from, draped over, or hooked on every shelf, ledge, or rod in the room. ... I hope something dries by morning.

Dachau

2007-10-15T10:21:00.001-07:00

Being at Dachau felt, to me, surreal. While we were both upset to be there -- inside a concentration camp, inside "bunkers" and replicas of the buildings where prisoners "lived", walking along the "street" where some interactions between prisoners were allowed -- I found being in the bunker -- a building that was a prison within the prison, really-- to be the most upsetting. I didn't realize for a while that I had tears running down my face. That said, I didn't find the "museum" exhibitions at the camp as upsetting -- or as informative -- as exhibitions I've seen elsewhere and in the states, including the Holocaust Museums in New York and DC. It was hard to be there, but I am glad that we went.

Aventures in the Alps

2007-10-15T10:08:00.001-07:00

On Saturday morning we picked up our rental car . As I'm certain Jonathan will want to give plenty of detail, suffice it to say I really liked our charming C Class, which we named Clara - we did, of course, have to call her something when we thanked her for giving us directions.

Favorite moment in preparing for this short trip:
M: "I wonder what I should wear..."
J: "It'll be warm. It's south of here."
M: "It's south, but it's in the MOUNTAINS."
J: "Oh.... right."
I got away with an undershirt, a shirt, a pull over, a wool cardigan, a wrap, gloves, and a hat. Didn't need it all, but glad to have had it. It was probably about as cold as it was on Thursday morning in Munich, where, in spite of jeans and three layers one of which was the wool cardigan, I was glad to have gloves to stay warm! Anyway...

While I'm told the purpose of renting the car was to drive to Schloss Neuschwanstein, I believe the desire to go there had a lot to do with driving on the autobahn. Again, details to J -- check back later. We visited both castles in located in Schwangau: Schloss Neuschwanstein and Hohenschwangau, though Neuschwanstein was a more impressive castle and a better tour -- more furnishings; more beautiful castle and siting; more details about Ludwig, the castle, the furnishings, the location, etc. throughout the tour.

Nice house

2007-10-12T20:42:00.000-07:00

Friday I spent at two museums. First, I headed toward the second address I'd found for the Jewish Museum in Munich (first address was a destination for Thursday -- couldn't find the museum). While the museum wasn't there, either, I did find a sign, pointing me toward St.-Jakobs-Platz, where the museum is a cube -- much like the Jewish Museum in Berlin - except the ground floor of this one is entirely glass, with quotes and comments on the walls, including "isn't there one just like that in Berlin?" Indeed. The museum extends to the basement as well as two levels above the glass box, though these are recessed and not obviously seen from the street. There were three exhibitions; the permanent exhibition is about Munich's Jewish history and community.

After another stop at the market, I made my way to the very modest Residenz, the largest downtown palace in Germany where more than 130 rooms are open for visitors. (May I say that after about room 100, one starts to wonder if one will ever be allowed to leave the building.) Having been built and expanded upon by several members of the Wittelsbach family, the building now includes architecture and decor representing the Renaissance, Baroque and Rococo periods. While some of the castle is in fact original, even particular furnishings in the particular rooms -- including wall coverings -- much is not, but does date to the period (or, even, to another part of the castle). The self-guided tour frequently reminds the listener that it is this way because "it was destroyed in The Second World War." That got tiresome, quickly.

Did someone say Zabar's?

2007-10-11T15:32:00.000-07:00

While Jonathan was enjoying BMWland, I made my way around the old center of Munich (between naps). While I'd hoped to get to some museums, I found walking around for a couple hours (and napping) an excellent way to spend the day.

Having read about it, I was delighted when I stumbled over Zabar's Uber East. That is, Dallmayer, a food purveyor "since 1700." (Yeah, okay, a smidge older than Zabar's.) It was a great pitstop the early afternoon -- with nooks devoted to specific products -- pastries, breads, meats, produce, fish, tea, coffee, lots and lots of lox being sliced before my very eyes (note to self for next year), and some tasty pistachio cookies for sampling :).

The other major stop of my walking tour today was Munich's Viktualienmarkt, the two-hundred year old food market in the old city center, with hundreds of stalls devoted to everything from meat and cheese to honey (yes, a store devoted to honey) and fresh fruit juice. I enjoyed a couple bretzel rolls, fresh from the oven (better crust-to-inside ratio than a regular bretzel) along with some chevre (another stall) and a tall glass of fresh grapefruit juice (yet another stall). An excellent lunch.

See, feel, hear, smell, taste BMW.

2007-10-11T12:32:00.000-07:00

I spent most of my morning in some meetings for work with some folks from BMW. Interesting opportunities. After that, I returned to our Munich office to catch up on some work for several hours before returning back to BMW to check out their museum.

The museum is in a temporary tent currently as the main building is under renovation. Workers are also finishing up construction on the BMW Welt, a large building devoted to the BMW brand experience. It will have BMW food stations, the full model line, and a bunch of other stuff. It looks like a pretty cool building ... alas I won't be in town when it opens next Saturday. Oh well - pencil it in for my next trip to Munich: visit the full museum, take a plant tour, and visit BMW Welt to be inculcated to the ways of the yuppie.

On the Road Again..

2007-10-10T08:53:00.000-07:00

Between two flights, I've seen more movies in the last 48 hours than I have in several months: Waitress, Because I Said So, and part of the Simpsons movie.

We landed in Frankfurt -- I slept for just a couple hours on the plane -- and are doing our best to adjust to the nine-hour time difference. Our modus operandi for our first day adjusting to the time difference is to do as much [sleep-] walking as possible to help us stay awake. Today's destination was Römerberg, the heart of what used to be the medieval quarter, and the German Architecture Museum. About the former, the NYT writes, "the half-timbered houses are picture-perfect, and well they might be, since they were meticulously rebuilt after being flattened in World War II." It was, indeed, picture-perfect. We then mozied to the Deutsches Architekturmuseum, which was not all we'd hoped for -- doesn't bode well when the museum is in a down right boring building. We had some Thai/Japanese/Vietnamese (yes, all-in-one) food for lunch near, but not at, Klein Market, back near Römerberg.

In line with our assorted passport control shenanigans of the day (see J's posts for clarity), we also managed to take the wrong train as we were attempting to return to the airport. Not a problem -- we got off, and headed back to the prior stop when we realized it. And then, between stations, the train came to halt. There was police activity and we weren't moving. That made for a few moments of "what if we miss our flight [that's in six hours]?" The train resumed movement, we boarded the correct S-Bahn, and returned to the airport, to more of the passport control dance. We did manage to return to the lounge, and collect our luggage and... I took a 2+ hour nap. At least I feel human now.

I'm not sure whether we're "in" the EU or not at the moment- all the in-and-out of passport control (and an official two line strike through one of our stamps) - but we're off shortly to Munich.

Willkommen nach Deutschland [Repeat]

2007-10-10T07:58:00.000-07:00

Really, welcome to Germany again. We had many hours in Frankfurt before our flight to Munich, so we opted to walk around the older part of the city and visit the Deutsches Architekturmuseum. We had a bunch of carryon luggage we didn't want to deal with (laptop, change of clothing, ...) so we decided to leave them in the Lufthansa Senator lounge where we first went after we landed. It's upstairs in the B-pier--safe, free, convenient. Well, turns out it wasn't so convenient: when we came back to the airport we had to go through passport control again so we could leave the EU to retrieve our bags! So, as I write this, I guess we're technically back "in transit", and will soon enter Germany for the second time today.

Update: When we passed through passport control again, the immigration office came up with a decent - and presumably legal - solution. He took a pencil and made two small lines through the corner of the "departing EU" stamp. Perhaps this is the international equivalent of missing the coin bucket at the tollbooth, honking and driving forward blindly?

Willkommen nach Deutschland

2007-10-09T22:54:00.001-07:00

A short blog while camping out on the carpeted floor in the Frankfurt airport. On Monday Marah and I flew on a United flight SFO-JFK, slept a bit at her parents, had a quick lunch and then headed out for our Lufthansa EWR-FRA flight.

The flight to New York was really productive for me - plugged my laptop in and threw together a first draft of my slides for my talk in Tokyo later this month, and caught up on a bunch of email and reading. And at the risk of sounding like a total snob, it finally answered my age-old question: "Is there really a difference between flying First Class and Business Class on the United p.s. flights?" In short, no. The seats are a little bit better -- they're the same as the Singapore Airlines SpaceBed seats. The food was almost the same as what Marah was served in Business, and the new "Charlie Trotter" menus aren't very good. OK, enough travel snobbery for now. Well, almost. The 747 flight to Frankfurt was pretty much the usual...though we were seated at the nose of the plane, and while it's generally pretty quiet up there, Marah almost jumped at the loud sound of the landing gear retracting after takeoff.

OK, off to shower and spend the day in Frankfurt. Looks like it will be a dreary day here.

Drivin' along with bales of hay...

2007-10-07T17:16:00.000-07:00

The photo doesn't quite capture it -- the straw storm coming off the back of the pickup truck (left lane) as we headed toward SLO... Sadly, we couldn't capture the aroma as we passed fields of onions. Driving through salad country was fun, and of course from Hearst Castle we got plenty of design ideas. I absolutely plan to floor a future home in gold leaf. Good grief.

Countdown

2007-10-04T19:01:00.000-07:00

We're packed not just for our big trip, but also for what was to be The Trip in October -- we're off tomorrow to San Luis Obispo to attend Robbie and Leslee's wedding. I expect the highlight of our southbound drive to be our stop at Hearst Castle tomorrow afternoon. This is the first time I've driven south of Monterey, so it should be rather entertaining... or if you hear cries of "how much longer??" you'll know who it is...

Marathan's Travels

2007-09-30T17:27:00.000-07:00

We're packing now and preparing the final details for our little three-week Fall 2007 adventure together in Germany, Spain, and France. It's slightly complicated by our "return home"to the Bay Area, as Marathan will split up. Marah heads to SFO by taking the obvious, direct, western route...and Jonathan will take the slightly more circuitous route heading east and stopping for ten days in Japan. We think it'll be exciting, and will keep you posted on our progress.