Back in March I participated in an event called Pecha Kucha where I presented 20 slides in less than 7 minutes on my trip to Japan. Although you cannot see the photos, Alfredo (the conductor of the Atlanta chapter of this event) has hosted the audio portion of my presentation on iTunes as a podcast.
It's always weird to hear your own voice. I have yet to watch my entire USBC performance for this reason... well, and because anxious nerves turn in my stomach as I say to myself "You forgot to do ___!"
Listing to the podcast reminds me of winter and Japan. Memories are flooding.
Please enjoy.
12 July 2008
03 July 2008
pressin party
Aeropress at Octane?!
Yes!
On a Sunday afternoon at the bar amidst drink making and a sunday afternoon rush. It couldn't have been better. Ross (a beloved regular who brought the aeropress) brewed some of Counter Culture's Cafe San Ramon of Nicaragua and then a bit of Espresso Toscano to contrast. The "crema" that emerged on the surface intrigued me, but disappeared before I could get my mouth on it.
Another brewing method seen and tasted. Several more to go.
Yes!
On a Sunday afternoon at the bar amidst drink making and a sunday afternoon rush. It couldn't have been better. Ross (a beloved regular who brought the aeropress) brewed some of Counter Culture's Cafe San Ramon of Nicaragua and then a bit of Espresso Toscano to contrast. The "crema" that emerged on the surface intrigued me, but disappeared before I could get my mouth on it.
Another brewing method seen and tasted. Several more to go.
30 June 2008
teh internets
I used to close Octane three or four nights a week, back when this blog first started. I'd usually come home around 1 or 2 in the morning, depending on how fast we got things cleaned up, and I'd settle in front of the computer screen with a bowl of cereal and lurk on blogs, facebook, and other random and mindless imagery. Tonight, I revisit those nights.
First I start with flickr. Kozy and Dan share their artistic explorations across the world. Deep sea diving and bunny fishes. I get to peek into faraway friends worlds.
Then I'm side swiped into seeing if true will update his blog. Nope.
And then I'll watch some stuff on small moving screens.
and then other sorts of hand games.
And then I end up watching this:
Unsolved mysteries, seriously being the creepiest show to watch as a kid but most entertaining as an adult, has an episode based in my home town??! Featuring the "Pizza Bandits"?! And on top of that, the person who uploaded this video added in an audio clip of someone rapping "Romper Room" which is a show my uncle worked on and had me shop up on as a tiny child.
The evening's internet rampages have ended. Good night.
First I start with flickr. Kozy and Dan share their artistic explorations across the world. Deep sea diving and bunny fishes. I get to peek into faraway friends worlds.
Then I'm side swiped into seeing if true will update his blog. Nope.
And then I'll watch some stuff on small moving screens.
and then other sorts of hand games.
And then I end up watching this:
Unsolved mysteries, seriously being the creepiest show to watch as a kid but most entertaining as an adult, has an episode based in my home town??! Featuring the "Pizza Bandits"?! And on top of that, the person who uploaded this video added in an audio clip of someone rapping "Romper Room" which is a show my uncle worked on and had me shop up on as a tiny child.
The evening's internet rampages have ended. Good night.
22 June 2008
left a mark on my face.
california left me with a sort of refreshed feeling like when you get out of an ice cold shower in summer. shockingly invigorating and grounding.
family I hadn't seen in years gathered to celebrate a graduation, and we welcomed him to the rest of his life.
He will soon be working at a winery in napa... mmmm, napa.
Car rides through the valley of california lead us from sac to the bay then on to I-5 to get to patterson and then gilroy for a final reunion of cousins and their mom (my aunt).
this is what the middle of nowhere looks like.
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I love these boys, Joe and Thomas. The closest in age in the whole slew of family, and the best to be around. We ate at Chevy's and had giant margaritas in the hot sun and felt good to be with family.
Train took me to Mission where I began a twennie-four hour adventure in the so-called "sucka free." Gracious guides Baca and Drew showed me the ropes, fed me antelope and the best tacos ever, and gave me enough reason to want to move back.
From there it was on to los angeles for a few days of relaxing. a sweet tour of the colleges and claremont, the huge city itself, and then a day at the beach left me never wanting to leave california. the garment districts and other areas of downtown I found totally fascinating in their historic grandeur and lack of glamor. We made our way to the bradury, a totally amazingly beautiful building, and the spot for some scenes of blade runner.
got to see a little bit of that devin and that willbur of intelli, sipped on a bit of that Anjilinaka spro, and continued on our way. beaches. guacamole. top model recaps and hgtv loafing.
freshly freckled and worn out from the heat, I came home.
my cat, bruce, greeted me with a present upon my return.
he made his first outdoor catch. a dove. it lay half alive, twitching in the bloodstained and feather strewn hallway. my dear friend erik disposed of the bird outside, where bruce immediately ran to toy with it for a few more hours.
r.i.p. bird.
family I hadn't seen in years gathered to celebrate a graduation, and we welcomed him to the rest of his life.
He will soon be working at a winery in napa... mmmm, napa.
Car rides through the valley of california lead us from sac to the bay then on to I-5 to get to patterson and then gilroy for a final reunion of cousins and their mom (my aunt).
this is what the middle of nowhere looks like.
View Larger Map
I love these boys, Joe and Thomas. The closest in age in the whole slew of family, and the best to be around. We ate at Chevy's and had giant margaritas in the hot sun and felt good to be with family.
Train took me to Mission where I began a twennie-four hour adventure in the so-called "sucka free." Gracious guides Baca and Drew showed me the ropes, fed me antelope and the best tacos ever, and gave me enough reason to want to move back.
From there it was on to los angeles for a few days of relaxing. a sweet tour of the colleges and claremont, the huge city itself, and then a day at the beach left me never wanting to leave california. the garment districts and other areas of downtown I found totally fascinating in their historic grandeur and lack of glamor. We made our way to the bradury, a totally amazingly beautiful building, and the spot for some scenes of blade runner.
got to see a little bit of that devin and that willbur of intelli, sipped on a bit of that Anjilinaka spro, and continued on our way. beaches. guacamole. top model recaps and hgtv loafing.
freshly freckled and worn out from the heat, I came home.
my cat, bruce, greeted me with a present upon my return.
he made his first outdoor catch. a dove. it lay half alive, twitching in the bloodstained and feather strewn hallway. my dear friend erik disposed of the bird outside, where bruce immediately ran to toy with it for a few more hours.
r.i.p. bird.
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