we had our inspection yesterday. because we move fast! fast and furious! or is that fast and foolious?
it generally came up really clean. there were small things here and there, but certainly nothing major. besides the monster. and the indian burial ground. oh, and the zombie disco.
at least they didn’t find an indonesian mud volcano:
The mud has buried 12 villages and 20 factories, inundating roads and rice fields and displacing 15,000 people. It is still flowing, at more than 3.5 million cubic feet a day, and no one can say when it might stop.
“After two months, we realized that this was not stopping,” Mr. Bijaksana said, “so we started trying to figure a way to stop it.”
The idea is to jam the gullet of the geyser with 1,000 or more balls linked together like charm bracelets, in bunches of four, the biggest of them weighing about 175 pounds.
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Chief Sgt. Sumarono, a soldier stationed at the team’s media center, told The Jakarta Post that local soothsayers had said spirits who lived in the crater would be angry after being hit by the giant concrete balls.
“The mud explosion happened because the spirits in the crater are angry,” said Sergeant Sumarono, who like many Indonesians uses only one name.
“The insertion of the balls will only spark more anger. The soothsayers have already said there will be a new and much bigger burst. I believe this.”
offered 14k under asking. but was putting 20% down. didn’t really expect it to get accepted.
and it wasn’t.
but it was countered at 5k under asking.
eep.
we said yes? i think we’re in escrow. pending inspection this afternoon, we may be oaklandites in three weeks.
hello raider nation!
so whappen?
well.
after spending most of the day fretting and going back and forth over all the different options, we were ready to make an offer on the incredibly gorgeous glenview craftsman house, despite it not having a dishwasher. or really room for a refrigerator. and having small closets. and a furnace from the depression era that might go at any minute. but then we looked at the disclosure which told us about some pest and drainage and foundation work that would cost about $40k. which is fine, because we thought it might go for $50k over asking, meaning that we would just factor that in and maybe bid $10k over.
but it all added up to be too much. it was gorgeous gorgeous GORGEOUS, but maybe that was the caveat that broke the camel’s back.
plus it turned out that the upper rockridge house hadn’t had any offers yet. which was weird, because we were all sure that it was the most desirable of them all and was sure to go immediately. so we threw in a lowball on it and we’ll see what happens.
this way, if by some miracle it does get accepted, even if we’re here for a couple of years and not in lost angels, we’ll feel like we got a great deal in a really great neighborhood. and we can move away just as the squidlet is about to start school, making sure we miss out on the best part of the house. because we’re stupid that way. maybe.
now we’ll just wait and see, but we should know by noon.
we’ve been furiously looking at houses. while we’ve been casually browsing listings and visiting open houses in the city the past few weeks, we went out with todd to seriously look at a lot of stuff in the east bay on saturday.
after seeing something like ten houses, we narrow it down to four:
i think we’ve narrowed it down to the upper rockridge or glenview house, and offers are due today at 4 and 5pm respectively, so we just need to figure out what to bid.
then there’s this other wrinkle into the mix from last night: i finally talked to the SE manager down in socal, just hitting him up about what opportunities there would be should i want to relo down to lost angels in the near or far future. he says that it’s a perfect time, as they actually have an opening that would be perfect for my job skills. three accounts, the main one which they’re just breaking into, but is slated to be in the top account program in two years, and needs both technical expertise as well as relationship building. it’s not a step up job-wise, lateral at best (perhaps on a slight down ramp), and a little down at worst, but certainly pretty good considering the big move.
just when i spent the last week convincing myself that i could live in oakland, now lost angels is a real opportunity.
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excuse me while we freak out here.
ok, now that the secret’s out, i can explain a little about the craziness:
all in all, i’m amazed. but i can’t help thinking that i should have moved to lost angels already so she doesn’t have to make these decisions.
stop. just please stop. you’ve broken into my car at least four times in the last four months. every time it’s the same thing. you come in, throw all the shit around in my car, find nothing, and then just steal the thing of the most incremental value. last time it was my fastrak, which obviously does you no good because everyone knows that i would just cancel it immediately. and then this time you took my small green nalgene bottle with the K7 and TRUE stickers on it. great. hope you enjoy my spit.
i know it’s hard to remember things when you’re going through crack withdrawal and you’re just trying to find something to sell so you can score, but maybe you can think back to EVERY OTHER TIME you robbed my car and didn’t find anything of value inside. and realize that THERE’S NOTHING OF VALUE INSIDE. BECAUSE I DON’T KEEP ANYTHING OF VALUE INSIDE MY CAR.
just STOP.
it’s pointless.
please.
thanks,
the owner of the green miata
ok. finally. here’s the big secret:
jan 26th:

feb 16th:


march 6th:




continuing the theme of painful mornings week, i went to the dentist yesterday. 8:30 am for a bright and early appointment! no better way to start off the day than to have a couple of numbing shots and then people sticking sharp implements into your mouth. which, coincidentally, is what service calls with customers can be like at times, but without the numbing shots.
the dentist’s office has those standard fluorescent lights you see everywhere, but the cute thing is that the plastic covers have pictures of skies: clouds, shots of floating balloons, kites flying. it’s almost like looking up through a skylight.
unfortunately, all i can think of is that last final shot in brazil where you’re looking at the beautiful sky, and then jack’s head pops up through the delusion:
Mr. Helpmann: He’s got away from us, Jack.
Jack Lint: ‘Fraid you’re right, Mr. Helpmann. He’s gone.
with all the things that are being done to my teeth in search of beauty and the search of cosmetic perfection, when i’m in there getting things alternately laquered on and scraped off i can’t help wondering if my dentist is getting carried away and i’ll end up addicted to the dental equivalent of cosmetic surgery, reshaping every little bit to achieve a deluded ideal. at least my teeth haven’t been sharpened to a point yet. but what if my teeth end up like the new scary jenna jameson?
after:
ugh. we went to our accountant yesterday to do our taxes.
UGH.
it’s frightening. maybe if you get me drunk enough i’ll tell you how much we owe. for how much we owe, you could buy a new car. or a really really really nice used car. or perhaps a small island somewhere. i’m pretty sure you could buy a water buffalo. or at least a llama.
the problem is that we make a little too much but we live in sf, which means that we’re too poor to buy a house that we want, so we end up with no real deductions. and even all of hmc’s work deductions don’t really help, because at a certain point they bump us up against AMT, which i’m pretty sure wasn’t designed to get us but was designed to get people like paris hilton.
AND YET WE ARE GOTTEN. and they run free, terrorizing our tabloids.
so i think it’s clear. we need to buy a house or something. just to make it better. or get into a fight with nicole richie. or make a sex tape. ewwwwww.
speaking of downloading, not to be a luddite, but i suddenly discovered the wealth of online comics last week. i think it was mike talking about wanting to buy 300 so he could read it before he watched it, and lamenting that he was something like reserve number 16 of 16 at the library, which is where i usually get my graphic novels. and then it occurred to me to look for it on the torrents, and lo and behold!
honestly, i didn’t even read it yet, as i actually ended up also downloading the entire dc comics infinite crisis saga, which took me about four days to read, between all the prequels and crossovers (villians united, the rann-thanagar war, the omac project, the return of donna troy, etc. etc.). the best part was how far comic book piracy technology has come. not even something as cumbersome as a pdf, you can actually download the whole book scanned in cbz format, and then read them with nifty readers such as comical or my new favorite, comic rack, which keeps a whole library for you, and keeps track of what you’re reading, what you haven’t read, and keeps your place in the series.
next up: paul pope’s batman year 100, the infinite crisis aftermath 52, and then the entire series run of transmetropolitan and sin city.
so much for productivity.
interesting summary of david byrne’s sxsw talk around the future of music distribution:
AUSTIN, Texas (Billboard) - Former Talking Heads frontman
Byrne gave a presentation entitled “Record Companies: Who Needs Them?” at the South by Southwest music conference in Austin, Texas, Thursday. He offered a slide show that predicated digital sales would outstrip CD sales by 2012.
That year will be the “tipping point,” much like the mid-to-late ’80s when CDs overtook cassette sales. Once download sales became the norm, Byrne said, it will allow manufacturing and distribution costs to approach zero. “That is a fact,” he said.
He said at that point, record labels will be faced with a sort of choice — to ramp up marketing services to use music as a loss leader for tours and merchandise revenue, or aim only for international stars of the ilk of Britney Spears.
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But Byrne seemed to imply that labels are not changing as rapidly as they need to be. He pointed to the royalties artists receive on each CD sale, and put the number at about $1.60. He said the royalty rate is essentially the same with an iTunes sale.
“There’s no manufacturing or distribution costs,” Byrne said, “but somehow the artist ended up with the exact same amount.”
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But first, he said, labels will have to remove their digital rights management (DRM) copyright-control technology. He said he buys most of his music online via eMusic, or obtains it illegally, due to the file constraints on files sold on iTunes. Byrne predicated that once DRM is removed, iTunes will no longer “have a monopoly,” and labels will be better prepared to deal with Web sales.
on the other hand, it certainly does seem to be putting people out of business. namely, the actual cd pirates:
If the likes of the MPAA, RIAA and IFPI are to be believed, file-sharing is causing worldwide havok, costing billions of dollars and creating unemployment. It’s true that some people are feeling the P2P effect; they’re called ‘physical pirates’ and one of them says that file-sharing has ruined his business.
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According to Tony, the first 2 hours of every Saturday and Sunday morning at the local flea market always proved the most exciting. “We’d take 60 cases of CDRs down in the van and as soon as we got there a crowd would swarm around us. We had no competition and it was obvious the punters had no other suppliers. Inside 30 minutes, 90% of the stock would be gone with some customers taking 2 or 3 cases each, presumably to sell on. After 3 hours we were cleared out and on our way home, always with huge amounts of money.”
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Tony is very clear about why his rags to riches story has gone back to rags again. “File-sharing, P2P - call it what you like. When you asked a customer why he wasn’t buying anything, 9 times out of 10 it was ‘BitTorrent this, LimeWire that’. Add that to the fact that huge numbers of PC users have burners and fast broadband and its obvious why I had to get out and earn a living another way. We had it good for a while but I don’t think those days are coming back.”
i know this has already been floating around, but i loved this crazy article in mojo about hypermiling, which is all about insane driving techniques to achieve incredible miles-per-gallon rates:
“Why are you doing that?” I ask from the backseat. “It’s called ridge-riding,” he explains, using another term he’s invented. He ridge-rides to let people behind him know that he is moving slowly. I imagine it’s also a way to avoid dying plastered to the grill of a semi. Ridge-riding, Wayne explains, saves gas in the rain, as it gets the wheels out of the puddly grooves in the road created by more, let’s say, traditional drivers. “People are burning fuel to throw water in the air,” he says, adding that you can hear if you’re driving in the road’s grooves or out of them.
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“Buckle up tight, because this is the death turn,” says Wayne. Death turn? We’re moving at 50 mph. Wayne turns off the engine. He’s bearing down on the exit, and as he turns the wheel sharply to the right, the tires squeal—which is what happens when you take a 25 mph turn going 50.
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Wayne is paying attention to the road, not the banter. He’s had to turn the engine back on earlier than he usually does after taking the death turn. “I hit the turn at 50, 51,” he says. “I should have hit it at 52.”
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The morning after I arrive, Hobbit and I squeeze into the front seat of the Ranger to join Wayne on a milk run. He starts the truck—well, gets it rolling—by releasing the emergency brake and putting the gearshift in neutral before jumping out and pushing the 3,330-pound vehicle down his sloping driveway with the engine off. He jumps in and, without braking, turns right, swerves around a dead skunk in the road, and then takes a left turn—again without braking—to a stop sign. Ahead, the light is red. “This is a long light,” he says. “I’m screwed. We have to throw it away.” “Throw it away” is the phrase Wayne uses to describe what most of us do with gasoline. We throw gas away when we accelerate fast, when we turn on the air conditioning, when we leave heavy stuff in the trunk, when we drive with a roof rack, when we don’t change the oil, when we underinflate our tires, when we roll down the windows, when we speed, when we brake, or when we idle.
admittedly after reading this article, i may have tried some hypermiling techniques while driving to work. it helped that i was driving hmc’s jeep liberty, as 1. it’s got a mpg gauge so i could see how i was doing, and 2. it’s more naturally suited to not doing those gas burning sudden stops and starts. not that i would do anything foolish like coast in neutral down long hills on the freeway or offramps or anything, but i did manage to get the mpg up from 16.5 to 17.2 in just a couple of days.
on the other hand, i can’t really do hypermiling in the miata. it’s just antithetical to the whole point of driving a miata in the first place. beep beep zip bang!
this from new scientist:
Lack of sleep can affect people’s moral judgement, a new study shows. The findings could have implications for people in positions of responsibility, whose decisions often have life or death consequences, such as overworked medical professionals and sleep-deprived soldiers.
William Killgore and colleagues at the Walter Reed Army Institute of Research in Silver Spring, Maryland, US, set up an experiment with 26 healthy adults, all of whom were active-duty military personnel.
The participants were presented with a variety of hypothetical dilemmas, first when well rested and later, after staying awake for 53 hours. Situations included complex moral quandaries such as having to choosing whether or not to let one person die in order to save the lives of several others. Less weighty dilemmas without a moral component were also included, such as “is it OK to substitute ingredients in a chocolate brownies recipe?”
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The findings, along with previous brain-imaging studies, suggest that sleep deprivation has a particularly debilitating effect on decision-making processes that depend heavily on emotion. “When people go for more than 24 hours without sleep there are dramatic decreases in brain activity in the prefrontal cortex [the area of the brain involved in processing emotions and decision-making],” says Killgore. “It basically goes to sleep.”
Sleep deprived participants also showed slight shifts in what they deemed appropriate actions compared to when they were well-rested. The changes were more pronounced in individuals who scored lower in “emotional intelligence” tests. Killgore believes that those with a lower emotional capacity to begin with may have less resistance to the affects of sleep deprivation.
there’s so much crazy shit going on i can’t really even keep up. it’s like that old game klax, which was one of those puzzle games during the tetris era, where these colored tiles came at you, and you had to flip them and stack them into point-scoring lines. except that all the tiles are crazy things happening and none of them are the same color.
unfortunately, i’m not prepared to talk about any of that now here. one thing i’m not saying, and the other thing i don’t know if i can say yet. the great thing is that either one on their own is huge, but combined, they’re like a SUPER MEGA POWER UP where they make the implications of the other just go nuts! high score, baby!
i’m all down with being more green, and we’re even trying out seventh generation recycled tissues right now (bleah), but now you’re attacking orange juice? you bastards! from the guardian:
Whichever way you slice it - whether you drink your OJ fresh or from frozen - oranges are an ethical minefield…
Spain is the largest single source of UK citrus fruits, but 59 per cent is now imported from outside the EU - the bulk of oranges from South America. So getting our five-a-day entails serious carbon emissions. This is a new consideration for the fruit industry; in 2003 a Marks & Spencer advert boasted that its pineapple juice was rock star enough to travel from Ghana into British stores in just 48 hours, bagging the company a World Juice Innovation Award (yes, there is such a thing).
These days juice snobbery is rife, concentrate being the poor relation to freshly squeezed. In energy terms, frozen orange concentrate could be a more efficient means of getting your daily fix if it weren’t for the fact that concentrated juice is usually pasteurised (this is very energy intensive). Making a litre of fresh orange juice requires 958 litres of water for irrigation and 2 litres of tractor fuel. Then there are the pesticides. Orange production uses more than any other food crop, with obvious potential knock-on effects for both the biodiversity of the orange groves (bear in mind some 8 per cent of the world’s agricultural land is already irrevocably damaged) and the health of low-paid and unregulated fruit-picking staff. One Oxfam report found independent orange farmers in Thailand financially crippled by loans taken out to pay for insecticides, and in poor health from spraying for 44 weeks a year.
As with other commodities, orange-juice production favours the multinational over small producers: Tropicana - the label that appears in most British fridges - is owned by PepsiCo. But small independent farmers are starting to fight back through certified fairtrade orange juice, principally from Cuba (www.traidcraft.co.uk or www.fruit-passion.com, and from most supermarkets). A number of supermarkets now also sell fairtrade loose oranges and other fruits (www.fairtrade.org.uk), and these are the ones you should use in your juicer.
Use a manual juicer (such as the iconically designed Mighty OJ) and you won’t even have to worry about using extra mains electricity (and the extra CO2). But there is a downside to juicing your own fruit, particularly oranges: you throw away skins and husks that have used up energy travelling thousands of miles, so it could be argued that it’s not as efficient as buying ready-squeezed in, say, a recyclable PET bottle. But considering that 25 per cent of all fruit is thrown away rather than consumed, the issue shouldn’t necessarily be to juice or not to juice, but rather making sure you eat all the fruit you buy in the first place.
from cnn: Grenada band leader loses job in Chinese anthem gaffe
Inspector Bryan Hurst will not lead the Royal Grenada Police Band while investigators determine how his ensemble came to play the anthem of Taiwan instead of its rival to open the $40 million Queen’s Park stadium on Saturday, according to police spokesman Troy Garvey.
Garvey said the inquiry into the diplomatic gaffe will “utilize all the resources” of the Caribbean island’s national force and that Police Commissioner Winston James was expected to formally apologize to Chinese Ambassador Qian Hongshan.
Qian and scores of blue-uniformed Chinese laborers who built the stadium were visibly uncomfortable as Taiwan’s anthem reverberated inside the 20,000-seat venue, which will host matches during the cricket World Cup beginning next month.
Chinese Embassy officials did not immediately return calls for comment on Tuesday.
Meanwhile, the Chinese delegation did not attend a reception hosted by the Ministry of Foreign Affairs for foreign dignitaries Monday evening.
China and Taiwan split in 1949 amid a civil war, and Beijing claims the democratically run island is a renegade province that should not have diplomatic ties with other countries.
The Asian rivals have both campaigned aggressively to win the allegiance of Caribbean nations. Grenada switched diplomatic allegiance from Taiwan to China in 2005.
see all these exciting things that have been going on? like snakes eating toads for their poisonous venom! this from new scientist:
Deborah Hutchinson at Old Dominion University in Norfolk, Virginia, US, and colleagues, found that snakes on Ishima had bufadienolide compounds – toad toxins – in their neck glands, while those snakes living on the toad-free island of Kinkazan had none.
The snakes are unable to synthesise their own toxins, so they can only have derived bufadienolide compounds from their diet. Hutchinson’s team confirmed this by feeding snake hatchlings either a toad-rich or a toad-free diet. Toad-fed snakes accumulated toad-toxins in the nuchal glands on the back of the neck; snakes on a toad-free diet did not.
“Rhabdophis tigrinus is the first species known to use these dietary toxins for its own defence,” says Hutchinson.
What is more, when attacked, snakes on different islands react differently. On Ishima, snakes stand their ground and rely on the toxins in their nuchal glands to repel the predator. On Kinkazan, the snakes flee.
“Snakes on Kinkazan have evolved to use their nuchal glands in defence less often than other populations of snakes, presumably due to their lack of defensive compounds,” says Hutchinson.
Moreover, baby snakes benefit too. The team showed that snake mothers with high toxin levels pass on the compounds to their offspring. Snake hatchlings thus also enjoy the toad-derived protection.
i’m sure there’s some lesson here that we could maybe pass on to the leatherback turtles, but i can’t think what that is.
i’ve said it before, and i’ll say it again: there’s only one inviolate rule about strip clubs: don’t eat the food. and yet, this week’s nytimes visits penthouse executive club to sample the, uh, meat:
It may be laughable when someone says he gets Penthouse magazine for the articles. It’s no joke when I say I went to the Penthouse Executive Club for the steaks.
Over the years I’d read reports that this pleasure palace, on a stretch of West 45th Street closer to the edge of Manhattan than most diners venture, peddled more than one kind of seductive flesh. And I felt obliged — honestly, I did — to check it out, knowing that great food often pops up where you least expect it.
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As it happens, Robert’s has some of the very best steaks in New York City.
Its atmosphere, granted, isn’t for everyone, and it has other shortcomings as well. The men who actually wait on the tables are less attentive and personable than the women who hover around them (and, it should be noted, vanish quickly if shooed away). The prices of some dishes, pumped up to reflect the entertainment on hand, might also be called topless.
But no matter what your appetite for the saucy spectacle accessorizing these steaks, you’ll be turned on by the quality of the plated meat.
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At Robert’s Steakhouse I got char, richness, depth and a more pronounced degree of aging, an unmistakable tanginess that accentuated and stretched out the beef’s flavor. I got it in the bone-in strip steak ($53), the rib-eye for two ($104) and the porterhouse for two ($106). All of these had spent at least 6 and as many as 10 weeks in a special vault where their custodian, Adam Perry Lang, rigorously controls the humidity and the air flow.
Mr. Lang, the restaurant’s executive chef since it opened in 2003, is a serious carnivore. He divides his time between Robert’s and Daisy May’s barbecue, which is nearby and which he co-owns. His résumé includes Guy Savoy in Paris and Daniel on the Upper East Side.
What’s he doing with lap dancers? Let me rephrase that: what’s he doing in the same theater as lap dancers? He said in a recent phone conversation that he’s getting more control over the food than he might at another restaurant.