My triumphant return to Dublin has been mildly hampered by a sore throat and head cold (courtesy of the always-generous Max). Ugh. But I'm definitely on the mend, and I have a feeling that the package I got from LDB today will help speed up the healing process: bear pepperoni and venison sausage, the spoils of the Kisor's hunting trip last fall! I'm really excited to try it, albeit in a mildly disturbing way.
Speaking of mildly disturbing: pictures from Walt Disney World on Picasa Web.
And a very happy to birthday today to my brother--have a beer on me!
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Thursday, January 18, 2007
Monday, November 27, 2006
Anecdotes from Thanksgiving
What a great Thanksgiving! It was especially great thanks to a fun-filled visit from Paul and Kristy. Turkey, the Guinness Factory, a day trip to Kilkenny--pictures online at Picasa Web.
It was a cold Thanksgiving weekend, with some rain of course (this is Dublin, right?). But the warmth in this apartment was amazing. A heartily handful of Max's co-workers joined us for turkey (figure 1) and football, brought to us by slingbox.
Figure 1
The only thing missing were dogs to eat the turkey bits that humans don't want and cats to eat the turkey bits that humans do want, directly from their plates.
The Guinness Factory provided delicious beer and top-notch views of the city, while our rental car--a Nissan Micro--provided wrong-side-of-the-road fun for everyone. We drove to Kilkenny on Saturday and strolled around and just absorbed the quaintness. Castles were seen, pub food was indulged in, and yes, good times were had by all.
Now that I'm back in Dublin and house guests have gone home, the routine is starting to reemerge. Work, gym, and hopefully blogging every day. We'll see. Keep your fingers crossed.
It was a cold Thanksgiving weekend, with some rain of course (this is Dublin, right?). But the warmth in this apartment was amazing. A heartily handful of Max's co-workers joined us for turkey (figure 1) and football, brought to us by slingbox.
Figure 1
The only thing missing were dogs to eat the turkey bits that humans don't want and cats to eat the turkey bits that humans do want, directly from their plates.
The Guinness Factory provided delicious beer and top-notch views of the city, while our rental car--a Nissan Micro--provided wrong-side-of-the-road fun for everyone. We drove to Kilkenny on Saturday and strolled around and just absorbed the quaintness. Castles were seen, pub food was indulged in, and yes, good times were had by all.
Now that I'm back in Dublin and house guests have gone home, the routine is starting to reemerge. Work, gym, and hopefully blogging every day. We'll see. Keep your fingers crossed.
Tuesday, November 21, 2006
Back in Dublin
More than a little jet lagged, I'm back in Dublin. And guess what? It's c-o-l-d cold! Max tried to warn me. He said it was cold enough for thermals. I decided he was being wimpy. I was wrong. He was right. Brrr.
The night before I was scheduled to leave, Miru decided he didn't want me to leave, so the he willed the festering wound behind his ear to fill with puss and explode. Apparently, Milhouse (prime suspect) had bit him at some point during the week, and it had become an abscess. The resulting shaved-neck kitty is pretty funny, but also too gross to show on this blog (even though I know you're all dying to see kitty gore). But here we are at the emergency vet.
And here we are running away from oral antibiotics and warm compress the next morning.
I still left on schedule, but I was full of kitty guilt. Fortunately, I was also full of turkey sandwich. A great guilt fighting agent.
My brother and his Kristy are coming tomorrow to celebrate Thanksgiving. I'm really looking forward to showing off my fancy Dublin lifestyle and our cute little European apartment. I think we're even going to rent a car and go find some sheep. Sheep!
The night before I was scheduled to leave, Miru decided he didn't want me to leave, so the he willed the festering wound behind his ear to fill with puss and explode. Apparently, Milhouse (prime suspect) had bit him at some point during the week, and it had become an abscess. The resulting shaved-neck kitty is pretty funny, but also too gross to show on this blog (even though I know you're all dying to see kitty gore). But here we are at the emergency vet.
And here we are running away from oral antibiotics and warm compress the next morning.
I still left on schedule, but I was full of kitty guilt. Fortunately, I was also full of turkey sandwich. A great guilt fighting agent.
My brother and his Kristy are coming tomorrow to celebrate Thanksgiving. I'm really looking forward to showing off my fancy Dublin lifestyle and our cute little European apartment. I think we're even going to rent a car and go find some sheep. Sheep!
Thursday, June 23, 2005
Pictoblog
I got the first 3 rolls of film from NYC-DC developed, 2 Holgas and an Action Sampler. Some highlights:
My brother brews beer in his Williamsburg, Brooklyn apartment. The whole dang place is filled with metal coils and giant glass jugs and things that create various types of carbonation. It's a great place to take pictures of light reflecting off of things. Things like beer-making equipment.
From the top of The Empire State Building, through the haze.
There should really be a warning on maps of Washington DC and Metro stations and hotel lobbies warning tourists NOT to use the Washington Monument as a directional landmark to try and find their way to or from somewhere. It looks the same on all 4 sides so it's incredibly disorienting. You might think you're walking from the Lincoln Memorial to the Smithsonian via the Bureau of Engraving, but you're actually walking form the Lincoln Memorial to the White House via some messed up path known as "The Eclipse." And since, by city ordinance, no buildings can be taller than the capital building (3 or 4 stories), there aren't a whole lot of other tall landmarks to use as directionals.
I'm just saying.
My brother brews beer in his Williamsburg, Brooklyn apartment. The whole dang place is filled with metal coils and giant glass jugs and things that create various types of carbonation. It's a great place to take pictures of light reflecting off of things. Things like beer-making equipment.
From the top of The Empire State Building, through the haze.
There should really be a warning on maps of Washington DC and Metro stations and hotel lobbies warning tourists NOT to use the Washington Monument as a directional landmark to try and find their way to or from somewhere. It looks the same on all 4 sides so it's incredibly disorienting. You might think you're walking from the Lincoln Memorial to the Smithsonian via the Bureau of Engraving, but you're actually walking form the Lincoln Memorial to the White House via some messed up path known as "The Eclipse." And since, by city ordinance, no buildings can be taller than the capital building (3 or 4 stories), there aren't a whole lot of other tall landmarks to use as directionals.
I'm just saying.
Thursday, June 02, 2005
Friday, December 17, 2004
Lobster and Bacon Sandwich
Those are the four words I would use to describe Minneapolis, if I had to do so. The combination of vacation in Minneapolis and a gnarly case of strep throat have kept me from functioning properly for the last week. But you can't get rid of me that easily! I'm back, and swallowing no longer makes me cringe!
As you can tell from the picture, Minneapolis is cold. It actually snowed Sunday night! But apparently, it got much, much worse, as Ira sent me this the next day:
Screw that! I like boots and scarves and stuff as much as the next guy, but I also value my sanity which, as it turns out, requires the daytime temperature to be at least 15-20 degrees above freezing in order to operate as advertised.
As you can tell from the picture, Minneapolis is cold. It actually snowed Sunday night! But apparently, it got much, much worse, as Ira sent me this the next day:
Screw that! I like boots and scarves and stuff as much as the next guy, but I also value my sanity which, as it turns out, requires the daytime temperature to be at least 15-20 degrees above freezing in order to operate as advertised.
Thursday, December 09, 2004
The Gopher State
Tomorrow I'm off to Minnesota, The Land of 10,000 Lakes--supposedly, the state with more miles of coastline than any other state in the Union (excellent trivia tidbit)--to visit these lovely people. In a serendipitous merging of weekend vacation plans, we will be enjoying the company of this lovely person as well. Unfortunately, we won't be visiting the Spam Museum. Still, I would put money on us spending more than a healthy amount of time at the Mall of America, in all of it roller coaster and peak-holiday-shopping-season filled glory.
Pray for us.
Pray for us.
Monday, October 04, 2004
Someone's in the kitchen
I don't cook much. I like to bake, but not so much with the cooking. That's why it was a super big deal when Leor and I cooked dinner last night for 5 members of our familes (his folks, my folks, and my brother Paul who was in town from Brooklyn to watch the A's lose.). Among other things, we cooked this Wasabi Chicken, oh my lord it was tasty. So if you're feeling kitchen happy, and you're looking for an excuse to open the sake you got as a housewarming gift nearly a year ago, this may be the recipe for you!
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