tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22166084253883813462024-03-05T03:23:06.769-08:00Beans to EmeraldsA Journey from East to WestUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger227125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2216608425388381346.post-81700682367100784002010-03-05T08:45:00.000-08:002010-03-05T09:02:39.658-08:00My first film<iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dyoyM4wi5X0jlpBm3dmDo_MyUhxPKJJFaLmcgwRcxNmm8NQLGyxd1r6NUb9UBIS-T0N5zbBMvJYRC9MF-hr3Q' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br /><br />Here's my final project for one of my courses; it was intended to be the final version, though our instructor said we have another week to improve it. I sent it to the brewery just for fun, and they put it on their facebook page and a local beer blogger put it on his blog, which is kinda cool/embarrassing. It's very much a student film (audio/video quality isn't great) but I worked really hard on it so I'm proud of it.<br /><br />Anyhow, this is what I've been doing instead of blogging for the past 3 months.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2216608425388381346.post-89842985833225761862010-02-24T11:10:00.000-08:002010-02-24T13:00:58.208-08:00A note to my blog<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Oh, hello little blog. You may think I've forgotten about you, but I haven't. Sure, there are some other blogs that are playing very important roles in my life right now, but you're still number one in my heart. I look forward to the day when I will be able to post to you more frequently, but for now let us both be content knowing the special place we hold in each others' souls.</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2216608425388381346.post-84072885350422324092009-12-23T14:22:00.000-08:002009-12-23T14:35:41.496-08:00Winter Break<span style="font-family:arial;">I'm still alive (knock on wood) and managed to survive a challenging quarter. It actually ended more than a week ago, but I've been in recovery mode. It's nice to have some time to relax- I'm still working 20 hours a week, but without classes, reading and the two heinous group projects assigned by both courses (one that came with frequent marathon meetings) I'm feeling a lot freer. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">I haven't really done anything I promised myself I would do. The apartment is only marginally cleaner, the scarf I promised David for Christmas last year is still not finished, I haven't done any art or cracked open any books. I have a blog post for my program's blog due on the 27th and have only today begun emailing people for quotes- really bad timing. I supposed I should focus on what I have done though: I've baked some good cookies, cooked some good food, completed my Christmas shopping, done a fair amount of work on David's scarf, rejoined the gym and started to get back in shape, and come to the somewhat difficult conclusion to stop writing my Examiner beer column because I don't have the time or the money to drink and review all that beer. Oooh, and I just bought (well, my parents just bought me) a new camera: I found a great deal on a digital SLR. I've been writing weekly blog posts for work, and my 5 year old point-and-shoot isn't cutting it. It's supposed to arrive tomorrow, so prepare for tons of pictures of the Cobra. </span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2216608425388381346.post-68111311481475184042009-10-16T12:27:00.001-07:002009-10-16T12:36:06.865-07:00Busy<span style="font-family: arial;">I suppose sporadic posting has become a reality instead of a passing trend.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">I started my 3rd quarter a couple of weeks ago, and so far my classes are interesting. One is a required research class with all the new students (65 of us) and the other is a web interactivity class which I have high hopes for. I've even made a friend or two, people I met over the summer but now talk more with and actually hang out with outside of class, which has been nice. What's different about this quarter than previous quarters is that I felt overwhelmed immediately after the first class. My first quarter, I wasn't working for the first few weeks, so I wasn't really busy until halfway through the term. My second quarter, I only really had big assignments due at the end. This time, I was hit with a massive paper two weeks in. Factor in a 4-day trip to North Carolina for a wedding that didn't actually happen and a project at work, and you've got a slight raise in blood pressure. The apartment is a mess, I've only written a few beer posts since I've been back, and my willingness to do anything other than heat frozen dinners has decreased. But I'm having a good time. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">So, yeah.</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2216608425388381346.post-84452921705590864472009-09-28T18:45:00.001-07:002009-09-28T18:57:09.805-07:00Cutest. Story. Ever.<span style="font-family:arial;">My cousin Shawna and this kid named Trevor were buddies growing up. At age 12, Trevor tells his mom that he is going to marry Shawna. But Shawna likes other boys, and she's really pretty, so the other boys like her. She dates a few in high school. At 18, she has her first kid and then marries the father. She has another kid with him. Her husband treats her poorly, but since they have a couple of kids, she's stuck. Then the husband hits a deer on his motorcycle and dies. Shawna is now a widow at age 23, but her friend Trevor is there to support her. She mourns her husband for as long as she needs to, then she starts to see Trevor as more than a friend. They begin to date. She and her kids move in with him. And they just got engaged.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">I don't know if that's the whole story or even the true story, but it's a cute story.</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2216608425388381346.post-45595156343776644312009-09-26T12:06:00.000-07:002009-09-26T13:31:14.313-07:00California<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBjy41diQr0bNo7O6CEPli9oJlJWfFNv5m-k7pjNm06A9jDT465JQW-9XKg6HvurM2OJSHBI1HU1TPb_mtD9kPWJLYkhZBfP3pEIM6zlo42_I726OqR6k-QNhEh9y0rVcfq4rtTabZtJk/s1600-h/DSCN4174.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBjy41diQr0bNo7O6CEPli9oJlJWfFNv5m-k7pjNm06A9jDT465JQW-9XKg6HvurM2OJSHBI1HU1TPb_mtD9kPWJLYkhZBfP3pEIM6zlo42_I726OqR6k-QNhEh9y0rVcfq4rtTabZtJk/s400/DSCN4174.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385875715443706866" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">I went down to California to visit my folks last week: flew out on last Wednesday and flew back on Tuesday. My hometown is one of those places where everything is always changing and yet nothing ever really changes. Stores and restaurants are always going in and out of business, but even though the news ones are different, they are exactly the same. A few years ago, the trend was bubble tea. Then all the bubble tea shops turned into frozen yogurt shops. Next time, I'm sure the frozen yogurt shops will be cupcakeries. If a start-up folds, there is a new one to take its place. Ugly McMansions are torn down and replacements are constructed. A new wave of students comes and goes but they are carbon copies of their predecessors. Everything -cars, phones, gadgets, clothes- is modern, expensive and cutting edge, which means that while there is constant change in the material, the conceptual remains stagnant. In mathematical terms, were you to take the derivative of my hometown's change equation, you would get a constant. Correct me if I'm wrong on that one, math people.</span> <span style="font-family:arial;"><br /><br />Anyhow, on the first day I was there, we drove to Santa Rosa to meet up with the parents of one of my dad's former patients. The patient is now in her mid-thirties and has a fused-glass studio. She does some of her own work, but mostly she teaches glass fusing classes. It's kinda like a paint-your-own ceramics studio (in fact, she shares the space with a pain-you-own ceramics studio): she has the supplies, and she helps people make stuff. I wish we would have had time to make something (though then we would have had to ship it, so probably not worth the hassle) but we wanted to make a 3 PM tour of a nearby brewery. That was pretty cool: a free sampler of their beer (the equivalent of a pint, plus more if you count that it was pretty high ABV beer, plus more if you count that my dad and I split my mom's) followed by a brief (10 minutes) tour of the facilities. I was only moderately embarrassed to be doing it with my parents, mainly because when the tour guide passed around hop pellets for us to smell, my dad ate it. He broke the pellet in half, sniffed part of it, put it in his mouth, chewed, and then did the same for the other half. Then he turned to the guy sitting behind us dry-hopping a cask with whole hops, asked him for one, and proceeded to eat that too, leaf by leaf. Since he was still hungry, we stopped in San Francisco on the way home so my dad could get a sundae at Ghirardelli Square. Every time we are in San Francisco, we inevitable end up at Ghirardelli because they have the best sundaes in the world and my dad really, really likes ice cream, especially with hot fudge and whipped cream.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">The next morning, I went for a jog and then hiked the Dish trail with my mom. Stanford used to have these big radio telescopes to search for aliens (I believe it was part of the SETI project- another reference to a course I took my freshman year of college: I am on fire). The telescopes are no longer used to look for ET; instead, they are props in a scenic path along the rolling foothills of the Santa Cruz Mountains, frequented by inhumanely athletic college students, skinny powerwalkers, and yuppie moms desperately trying to get their post-baby body back. So, my mom and I were a little out of place. We came back, chilled for a little bit, and then I hopped on the train up to SF to meet up with Jessica for a night of debauchery (if 2 beers is considered debauchery).</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">I met up with her on Market Street around 5 after walking from the train station, about 2 miles. We did a little shopping (she needed a new watch and I needed another pair of running shorts). She has been staying at her parents' condo, which is on the 32nd floor of the Four Seasons hotel and has insane views of the Bay and downtown. She took a nap and then we figured out what to do. I had a plan already: Haight Street pub crawl. My beer peeps had told me of a couple of great places to go, both on Haight Street. Even if you have never been to SF, you are no doubt familiar with the Haight (as in, Haight-Ashbury). Back in the 60's, it was full of dirty, strung-out hippies, and today it is still full of dirty, strung-out hippies. But, there are also plenty of trendy boutiques and restaurants, making it an interesting mix of white-collar and tie-dye collar. Anyhow, we got some sushi then walked to the first bar, a cute brewpub called Magnolia, where we ran into this girl we used to go to school with. Weird. We had a beer, then walked to the next bar, a dirty, metal-playing, graffiti-bathroomed beer bar that despite the dive-y atmosphere still attracted the same type of clean-cut person as the cute, non-dive-y bar. Go figure. We had another beer then caught a taxi home.</span> <span style="font-family:arial;"><br /><br />The following morning, Jessica wanted to go to the Mission District to look at a bike. She has this obsession with Peugeot bicycles after the bike she rode in the Netherlands (despite having flown over the handlebars on said bike and broken her arm). She liked the bike, so she bought it. After realizing that my blood sugar was getting low (not physically dangerous but unpleasant and cranky), we walked around the Mission for a while looking for a suitable place to eat. We got some sandwiches at a way-too-crowded-for-what-it-was cafe and ate them in the park. There's a name for the park (Dolores park?) but I can't remember it. We went back to her condo, where she finished packing, since her summer was over, and we headed back home. I went out to dinner with my parents and called it a night.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">I can't really remember what we did Sunday. Went to the Farmer's market... Oh yeah- back to San Francisco! My dad left for a week at his job in New Mexico around noon, and my mom and I saw the King Tut exhibit at the DeYoung museum in Golden Gate Park. That was awesome: tons of Egyptian relics, all in great condition. Then we went to Alive, this amazing raw food restaurant for dinner.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">On Monday, I had my first-ever facial: interesting experience. It was very relaxing, except for the extraction part, where they manually cleanse your face of impurities. The woman doing it had to whip out a needle for some of them; in theory, being stabbed in the face with a needle isn't all that fun, but she was very gentle. Basically, she slathered a variety of goo's, creams and rubs all over my face, and told me to wear sunscreen. It was cool, and I know my mom paid a lot of money for it, but I'm not sure if the cost was worth the result. I hung out with my mom the rest of the day, and then we met up with Jessica and her parents for dinner.</span> <span style="font-family:arial;">The next morning, my mom drove me to the airport, and by 3, I was home!</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2216608425388381346.post-25835444202810600222009-09-14T11:58:00.001-07:002009-09-14T12:27:40.677-07:00Family Reunion<span style="font-family: arial;">Oh boy, what a fun summer it's been! Except for taking a full courseload and all. Summer quarter has been over for a few weeks though, and I've been enjoying having extra time to relax.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">Last weekend was the big family reunion. It wasn't really that big, since my dad's side of the family is fairly small. He has two brothers and one sister, and only one of those has any kids: one cousin (Betsy) lives in Seattle, and the other (Josh) lives in LA and works in the, umm... film industry. Anyhow, my Aunt Fran flew out from Maryland (her husband stayed behind), my dad flew in from California (my mom stayed behind), and my Uncle John and Aunt Becky came up from Colorado; my Uncle Bill and Aunt Susie live in town, so they acted as tour guides and chauffeurs. My dad and Aunt Fran got in on Thursday afternoon, so we walked around the Sculpture Park before being joined by David and Betsy and heading over to Westlake Center for a Public Option rally. Then we went to Happy Hour at a Japanese restaurant for dinner and hung out for a little bit before coming back to our apt with my dad.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">The next morning, I did a couple hours of work, then we went to Best Buy because my Uncle has a temper and somehow killed his computer. I've said it before and I will say it again: my family is very tall. One 6'8" guy draws sideways glances, but two of them together draws stares; my dad and Uncle Bill are both this height, so going out in public is always fun. Anyhow, after a successful best Buy adventure (my Aunt and Uncle left with a netbook, which, now a week later, they still have not figured out) we headed out to the Locks for lunch and to watch the salmon. We hung out again at my Uncle's before going to another Happy Hour for dinner. David joined us after that, while we waited for Uncle John and Aunt Becky to get in.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">The following morning, the siblings headed out somewhere to visit some other relatives, and Aunts Susie and Becky headed to Bill and Susie's place on the Hood Canal. David and I chilled here. I can't really remember what we did, but the following morning we too headed to the Hood Canal. It was raining pretty hard, so we stayed inside, played cards, drank beer and ate food. The old folk shared family stories, most of which involve a shared dislike for their father, who apparently was kinda a jerk. Uncle Bill just turned 65, so we celebrated that as well.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">We stayed the night, and the next morning my dad headed to Anchorage to see my brother, and David and I headed home. Yesterday, which was my Uncle's actual birthday, my Dad stopped in on his way home from Alaska, and we all went out to celebrate again. We hung out over there for a while, then came back here. I'll see him again in a few days: I'm going home for a week starting Wednesday.</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2216608425388381346.post-38648076399728304482009-08-16T14:43:00.000-07:002009-08-16T14:49:03.906-07:00My other blogs<span style="font-family: arial;">I haven't updated here in a while, though I've still been busy blogging:</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">Something for my program's blog: </span><a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://flipthemedia.com/index.php/2009/08/seattle-p-i-launches-neighborhood-blogs-bloggers-react/">http://flipthemedia.com/index.php/2009/08/seattle-p-i-launches-neighborhood-blogs-bloggers-react/</a><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">My final project for US Digital Media Law: </span><a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://truthinblogging.wordpress.com/">http://truthinblogging.wordpress.com</a><br /><br /><a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://hpitlick.wordpress.com">Various musings on Digital Media</a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2216608425388381346.post-79120165630353284422009-07-22T17:13:00.000-07:002009-07-22T17:23:07.694-07:00Family reunionMy dad and all of his siblings are going to be in Seattle next month; my one uncle just moved back, and the other three are paying a visit. My aunt and uncles all went to UW, so Seattle is a natural meeting place. I'm thinking about making a short documentary of the get together, as the oldest of the bunch is 69 and it may be one of the last times they are all in the same place. Knowing my family, it probably (definitely) won't be a very interesting movie, but at least they are all very tall.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2216608425388381346.post-83774298407548302542009-07-16T21:18:00.000-07:002009-07-16T21:32:15.165-07:00I'm on a boat!I went into my internship today and S. asked me if I wanted to go out on the boat today; she and B. own a 36-ft. sailboat. Oh heck yes! So, after work, the whole gang all went to the Marina and went sailing on Elliott bay with beer, snacks and good times. Pretty freakin' sweet. Kinda reminded me of a certain SNL short:<br /><br /><object width="560" height="340"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nBdUXXMQmMo&hl=en&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nBdUXXMQmMo&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"></embed></object>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2216608425388381346.post-38876568901959469002009-07-08T14:44:00.001-07:002009-07-08T14:45:24.555-07:0012:34:56 7/8/09<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIcJxg9l7fB7uqXd5ntnemKBnZob1MK2hyphenhyphenuNH9OK2Lp3kv1yTIbhEqVhSZ1mXmfL9Aj7gMTSy963A3-mZ_n9PltAdLA8r59IJQGJN8JzUuNP9eAfknswB-U6LKilkUpgxyG7EaAzyDl5U/s1600-h/123456789.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIcJxg9l7fB7uqXd5ntnemKBnZob1MK2hyphenhyphenuNH9OK2Lp3kv1yTIbhEqVhSZ1mXmfL9Aj7gMTSy963A3-mZ_n9PltAdLA8r59IJQGJN8JzUuNP9eAfknswB-U6LKilkUpgxyG7EaAzyDl5U/s320/123456789.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356208649584085810" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">I'm a dork.</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2216608425388381346.post-11578584981999670382009-07-06T11:49:00.000-07:002009-07-06T12:01:39.109-07:00New Neighbors<span style="font-family: arial;">I've never had much desire to own my own house. Sure, it would be nice to have a garden or be able to customize my kitchen, but mostly I've been content to be a member of the landless proletariat, mainly because I'm lazy and have other things I want to deal with besides maintenance. However, upon being woken up at 2:30 AM (on a Sunday night/Monday morning) to our new downstairs neighbors' thumping bass beats made me reconsider. After a half hour of enduring the noise, I went out into the hall to investigate. The original plan was to just see where the noise was coming from and then alert the manager in the morning, but I decided to be bold and just knock on the door. A young gentleman with his shirt unbuttoned half-way to his navel, highball glass in hand, answered the door.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">Me: I'm your upstairs neighbor and your music is keeping us up. Do you think you could turn it down? It's 3 in the morning.</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">Young Gentleman: Sure, I mean we already turned it down once, but I can turn it down again. I heard a lot of noise up there so I just figured we had loud neighbors. Must have been someone else.</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">Me: Yeah, must have been someone else. We're in bed. Please just turn it down.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">Of course, he didn't turn it down, so we listened to his techno bass beats for another 15 minutes or so, which at 3:00 in the morning seems like an eternity. David is going to call the manager today, and if it continues I have no qualms about filing a noise ordinance against the little shit.</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2216608425388381346.post-60834857193564633172009-06-29T15:57:00.000-07:002009-06-29T16:13:25.700-07:00New (temperary) toys<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9nYajcjst02YnokMNR0cqdhv6qBXMtu3g-mQY2Zw3inCkpwwRujSGievcfo44MRuzxHEbeGAX36_IjZRwQRW1nn6AZHQhIkI2tiZkjWW3fcpjLapYQ7L-qkJZ3KpAxnhOfIIyBXnHHCc/s1600-h/DSC_0026.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9nYajcjst02YnokMNR0cqdhv6qBXMtu3g-mQY2Zw3inCkpwwRujSGievcfo44MRuzxHEbeGAX36_IjZRwQRW1nn6AZHQhIkI2tiZkjWW3fcpjLapYQ7L-qkJZ3KpAxnhOfIIyBXnHHCc/s320/DSC_0026.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352887974998733858" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">I'm borrowing a couple of pieces of equipment from the Communications dept right now: a logitech USB mic and a Nikon D80 digital camera. I'm a little in love with each of them, though initially I was really frustrated since neither come with a manual and both needed some figuring out. I had to reconfigure some stuff on my computer to get the microphone to work; it's not great audio quality but not terrible either- better than just the internal microphone. They run about $25, so I think I am going to invest in one so I can do more podcasts, since checking out equipment is a bit of a hassle.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">The camera, on the other hand, runs around $1,000, so I will not be investing in one any time soon but will check it out repeatedly until I graduate. It has both manual and automatic options; I had to think back to my high school photography class in order to get decent pictures (apertures, f-stops, etc) but I am really pleased with the results. </span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2216608425388381346.post-8988059377061593342009-06-27T17:39:00.000-07:002009-06-27T18:12:56.877-07:00A Tree-hugging Hippie Vegetarian Rant<span style="font-family: arial;">I'm tired of people telling me that I should eat meat because it tastes good. It's like saying you should use cocaine because it makes you feel good.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">Every time I go in for my internship I am asked another question about what I do and do not eat. My coworkers are all foodies, and they have a very Western idea that only food with animal products can be gourmet. I suppose I understand: meat has traditionally been a global luxury, therefore "meat" is still equated with "good." My favorite cuisine has long been Indian food, even before I went vegetarian. Indian cooking does use a lot of animal products; even if there is not meat or cheese the dish is often prepared with ghee (clarified butter), but because Hinduism reveres cows and supposedly respects all creatures, I've found Indian dishes to be very vegetarian-friendly and still delicious. Also, since meat is scarce in many places, the vegetarian dishes of these regions are spectacular. India, China and Ethiopia come to mind.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">At the same time, I'm pretty much convinced that PETA, Greenpeace, etc are all right-wing conspiracies to make the American public look down on the environmental and animal rights movements. The local PETA group hired a homeless man at the Pride festival today to hold a sign saying "Save the Cows- Go Vegan"; how does that make veganism look? First, I don't give a damn about the cows. Don't get me wrong- I like cows on an individual level, but cattle are a huge detriment on the environment. Second, the alcoholic, most-likely mentally-ill man who begs for money and cigarettes outside of QFC should not be the face of the movement. Again, I am not trying to pass judgment on this person as an individual and I do not know his story. My point is that PETA should be making a convincing argument for their case. PETA is essentially applying for a position in people's lives; if an applicant walked into a job interview having not showered or changed his clothes for days, the company would immediately show him to the door; a man in a suit would have a chance. If PETA truly wants change, they should be transmitting a convincing message of legitimacy.</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2216608425388381346.post-78979407611044967332009-06-21T21:41:00.000-07:002009-06-21T22:07:15.117-07:00My Great Alaskan Adventure<a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8FxJ4vSQU0_wNP5arbDA1O8ekn_UYTNz6DsTmZGJwYkViwKd3KetHGn2tF1-rKis4x6K-mfUrY9fpsv35rGXJCsMrfsOeoL-iM7N3Ax4u5aUW77UOKgKUisbdAOfaC_YdVKASANtiUEU/s1600-h/DSCN3724.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8FxJ4vSQU0_wNP5arbDA1O8ekn_UYTNz6DsTmZGJwYkViwKd3KetHGn2tF1-rKis4x6K-mfUrY9fpsv35rGXJCsMrfsOeoL-iM7N3Ax4u5aUW77UOKgKUisbdAOfaC_YdVKASANtiUEU/s320/DSCN3724.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350008309506141746" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">I spent a few days last week visiting my brother in Anchorage. He's been up there for about 3 years for school, though he stays on during the summer as well. This summer he is working as a dishwasher in his school's cafeteria. He had to work almost every day we were there, but since his shift is 5:30 AM to 1:30 PM we still had the afternoons to do things. Plus, since the sun never completely sets, the day seems like it has more hours.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">The first day whole day I was there (Wednesday), we went to the Native Heritage Center, which has an outdoor exhibit with recreations of 6 different native dwellings. Then we went for a hike:</span><br /><a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfmr8ZDRfcGur4gyDXglx44gtidJP-rZ9aaYYjeF6Z1zVyPxPwtAzrx_5znQ7qKJFqnuGo2Q23_xS3o091kKcZIyKGhXHYTq7pQEu3a5sa9L1UGMbKe8EX8X7eOnNuATSxJuDCrwIOSgQ/s1600-h/DSCN3665.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfmr8ZDRfcGur4gyDXglx44gtidJP-rZ9aaYYjeF6Z1zVyPxPwtAzrx_5znQ7qKJFqnuGo2Q23_xS3o091kKcZIyKGhXHYTq7pQEu3a5sa9L1UGMbKe8EX8X7eOnNuATSxJuDCrwIOSgQ/s320/DSCN3665.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350008304318594802" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:arial;">His band played that evening, so we went to see them; they were pretty good- very different from bands Carl has played from in the past. The next morning, I biked to the Anchorage Art and History museum and the Russian Orthodox museum. The Russian museum was small and pretty lame but free and interesting enough, and the Anchorage Museum had a great exhibit detailing Alaskan life through the years, from the ice age to the present. When Carl got off of work, we drove to Seward, which is about 3 hours away. Along the way, we stopped at the Alaska Wildlife Conservation Center. There were all sorts of cute and uncuddly creatures (bear, moose, musk ox, elk, bison, caribou, etc) but my favorite was this little deer:</span><br /><br /><a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3-5O_uGzhM_lCEGTvV0qFWBwThJ2EoyKsv0IlC2mKn_B1r2H4XHFy0km5Zga4MXN_6BBuHig7Rw0TzLGm_WQbFwwG_Rk6fSrKXFMt_rpNIXY0u__StpWeDGM5E7ActxyWJshxQVzfEtc/s1600-h/DSCN3763.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3-5O_uGzhM_lCEGTvV0qFWBwThJ2EoyKsv0IlC2mKn_B1r2H4XHFy0km5Zga4MXN_6BBuHig7Rw0TzLGm_WQbFwwG_Rk6fSrKXFMt_rpNIXY0u__StpWeDGM5E7ActxyWJshxQVzfEtc/s320/DSCN3763.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350008316222742258" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:arial;">Seward was an ok little town; pretty small and kinda boring, but the drive was worth it:</span><br /><a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-paFXiGhLXn0ppcvQHp65Anwksi_Wggw1EKOCSgyJ-Xj7uYgE9SOCUsLVHkE3YTWc4EoAkQjMesOe73XbDOwBxm2B13rHsYByogn_aPKRzpnY6WNnksOjdlwjN-gxyp92nNb4EiPdaB8/s1600-h/DSCN3595.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-paFXiGhLXn0ppcvQHp65Anwksi_Wggw1EKOCSgyJ-Xj7uYgE9SOCUsLVHkE3YTWc4EoAkQjMesOe73XbDOwBxm2B13rHsYByogn_aPKRzpnY6WNnksOjdlwjN-gxyp92nNb4EiPdaB8/s320/DSCN3595.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350008299373367650" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">I saw a couple of bald eagles in the trees, which was the first actual wildlife I had not paid to see. We had dinner at an Italian/Greek restaurant and Carl took me to a beach, where we skipped stones for a little bit. The scenery was pretty much what you think of when you think of Alaska:</span><br /><a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLfEB9opcM4ZuA335ZavKL5KEEY_a_7VOyhULE6cX5YmqYXedGb-7Gj85uHA1WPGPpkx8g0eqIztYH6tbpx6fWJhrZfJlAuQFgN0Jmw7GQktXlDHUPV8idguC5usy0Io7-26h4giaan-M/s1600-h/DSCN3789.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLfEB9opcM4ZuA335ZavKL5KEEY_a_7VOyhULE6cX5YmqYXedGb-7Gj85uHA1WPGPpkx8g0eqIztYH6tbpx6fWJhrZfJlAuQFgN0Jmw7GQktXlDHUPV8idguC5usy0Io7-26h4giaan-M/s320/DSCN3789.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350010902897526290" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">We got home around 11 and watched some YouTube before going to bed. Carl didn't have to be at work until 10 the next day, and I went for a nice bike ride through Earthquake Park (the landscape was altered by the 1964 earthquake) until he got home. We went to the gym, and then the drinking began. We hit up the Midnight Sun brewery and then went out on the town. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Saturday morning, we woke up, rehydrated, talked about how hungover we were, and then drove to the airport. So, in a nutshell, that was my trip! It was fun. Today, we went to the Washington Brewers Festival (more beer...) and tomorrow classes begin again!<br /></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2216608425388381346.post-82726171819849254862009-06-09T13:16:00.000-07:002009-06-09T13:18:05.318-07:00School's out for summer...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWXbMHyceWPA_0lbALfnYfmekrocrMJCe1LvYJaXJFY0GwG615RxMYFICy3TGzYazyTtCEVd8goB873Ikq59h-Zm2q0Jf4AfWL_1_iUJRtCgUljt8P_hDoUW1E5_g21mv93z6KFw8ag74/s1600-h/cobra+books.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWXbMHyceWPA_0lbALfnYfmekrocrMJCe1LvYJaXJFY0GwG615RxMYFICy3TGzYazyTtCEVd8goB873Ikq59h-Zm2q0Jf4AfWL_1_iUJRtCgUljt8P_hDoUW1E5_g21mv93z6KFw8ag74/s320/cobra+books.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345424520433796402" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">...only I'm taking summer school.</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2216608425388381346.post-90924802363901604142009-06-05T15:51:00.001-07:002009-06-05T16:03:39.472-07:00National Donut Day!<span style="font-family:arial;">Today was National Donut Day. Translation: free donuts! I went on a donut run (literally: walked about 1/3 of it though) to Mighty-O donuts, my favorite donut store. They're vegan and organic. Along the way, I saw a few things, like a paper crane girl:<br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOIdNIcqqucBXulqqvntUMbTdZuD3nmdcQPz-i1h4dEEufTNTmaSsY06GhbhkeZIi4-eKXOZCylgH9DToF608JV2wkUTImOo5dpSBopk1ynuoQ6Mm8HDhnEnDdai6tku5i6hAiyKsTx74/s1600-h/sadako.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOIdNIcqqucBXulqqvntUMbTdZuD3nmdcQPz-i1h4dEEufTNTmaSsY06GhbhkeZIi4-eKXOZCylgH9DToF608JV2wkUTImOo5dpSBopk1ynuoQ6Mm8HDhnEnDdai6tku5i6hAiyKsTx74/s320/sadako.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343980644679167250" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">a severed head:</span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpRWP2yt30OSq-sj-7wejJc_zU6wOXkrF6P6QjOnTT5zvyhwRx9OD6gz8h6ImZTFntze73DLx20_3aeJSXBS-NmU_E4GJ37Yca5TD_EwjOxYYPsmUD3a5644h8ON6hL14INDulZa4NpTg/s1600-h/Head.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpRWP2yt30OSq-sj-7wejJc_zU6wOXkrF6P6QjOnTT5zvyhwRx9OD6gz8h6ImZTFntze73DLx20_3aeJSXBS-NmU_E4GJ37Yca5TD_EwjOxYYPsmUD3a5644h8ON6hL14INDulZa4NpTg/s320/Head.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343980642837461810" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:arial;">and the angriest cat ever:</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRwHTeVsMARofGBp1MS746KGIPuJPOifjFt23b0ex688ZDfI-N8HMvWoWUf3zSmwdiRhsVm6Wv5VWD91Eg7OleqvY1IA4ZdFabMlm6LGUjcMlPE4GOrnFJuNVddp2pU8ldtQY6f5gQs1A/s1600-h/angry+cat.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 312px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRwHTeVsMARofGBp1MS746KGIPuJPOifjFt23b0ex688ZDfI-N8HMvWoWUf3zSmwdiRhsVm6Wv5VWD91Eg7OleqvY1IA4ZdFabMlm6LGUjcMlPE4GOrnFJuNVddp2pU8ldtQY6f5gQs1A/s320/angry+cat.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343980644989166882" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"> After about an hour, I made it to the donut mecca.</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg42-0hAJ-5XMaPdZW3HH1dLRvWWVHznrGWu0o4-NGrTtmUBtLah5X_yCbDa4hegvqJJ4jRR12aK6DkNjHEYYdU19HZAcBwv3eBqydBD0FKVWqUbql9kQ5i-He2b4BJppjvaQw67BSael8/s1600-h/mighty-o.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg42-0hAJ-5XMaPdZW3HH1dLRvWWVHznrGWu0o4-NGrTtmUBtLah5X_yCbDa4hegvqJJ4jRR12aK6DkNjHEYYdU19HZAcBwv3eBqydBD0FKVWqUbql9kQ5i-He2b4BJppjvaQw67BSael8/s320/mighty-o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343980651376628658" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">They had free mini donuts; I took a glazed and bought a regular-sized cocoloco, a chocolate donut with cinnamon sugar.</span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkcBEwj2PCgkieFWe_Pc4T-6XFXxW_quh9uwR61LrSdo_lZThCV63ikpqPeD6-nA6vhM4RhRzW55gF7iMJJFOOkbl_T9sh6-CTf_hkWqW7QaCTxD7kgzL9YbTlnDMD-DLlZpYurA2WhyphenhyphenI/s1600-h/free+donut.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkcBEwj2PCgkieFWe_Pc4T-6XFXxW_quh9uwR61LrSdo_lZThCV63ikpqPeD6-nA6vhM4RhRzW55gF7iMJJFOOkbl_T9sh6-CTf_hkWqW7QaCTxD7kgzL9YbTlnDMD-DLlZpYurA2WhyphenhyphenI/s320/free+donut.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343980650702539106" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">You can also watch them making the donuts:</span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEGdwkXdeRMcu8v5CW55Nx9ZC4QcAhCaYVgBjflrCY5DKAcnW2o431fQHubGK8OTfxqS6ORhHgG9psU12rCyQVxPU2x6yZjLRoXLQJ62Se2so1KiCLgmOmzswBDWSAQr1nLdpfFrERRlc/s1600-h/donut-o-matic.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEGdwkXdeRMcu8v5CW55Nx9ZC4QcAhCaYVgBjflrCY5DKAcnW2o431fQHubGK8OTfxqS6ORhHgG9psU12rCyQVxPU2x6yZjLRoXLQJ62Se2so1KiCLgmOmzswBDWSAQr1nLdpfFrERRlc/s320/donut-o-matic.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343981040009734082" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:arial;">The mini are probably better than the regular because they have more crispy surface area, but both are quite good.</span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSqvUqoCIeQ2MbuQNvcWXvyLZS8El1_k1JrE4U4l7MJekQBGSzc65K_eqg7p3au0shSNwCx8ZzgbFfY-eQmpow99d17y6GvJq3FGwwMLjnSEzQx05YVfStJXRKLLLDSPjjnrAM2SkllU0/s1600-h/donuts.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 286px; height: 250px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSqvUqoCIeQ2MbuQNvcWXvyLZS8El1_k1JrE4U4l7MJekQBGSzc65K_eqg7p3au0shSNwCx8ZzgbFfY-eQmpow99d17y6GvJq3FGwwMLjnSEzQx05YVfStJXRKLLLDSPjjnrAM2SkllU0/s320/donuts.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343981037006460210" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Mmm... donuts.</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2216608425388381346.post-31600956571636119352009-06-02T14:43:00.000-07:002009-06-02T14:45:11.982-07:00Podcast!The final version of my personal podcast- I'm screening if for class tonight!<br /><br /><div><br /> <object classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000" codebase="http://fpdownload.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,0,0" width="210" height="25" id="mp3playerdarksmallv3" align="middle"><br /> <param name="allowScriptAccess" value="sameDomain" /><br /> <param name="movie" value="http://www.podbean.com/podcast-audio-video-blog-player/mp3playerdarksmallv3.swf?audioPath=http://dinnerandabeer.podbean.com/mf/play/8ws7px/DinnerandaBeer_EpisodeOne.mp3&autoStart=no" /><br /> <param name="quality" value="high" /><param name="bgcolor" value="#ffffff" /><param name="wmode" value="transparent" /><br /> <embed src="http://www.podbean.com/podcast-audio-video-blog-player/mp3playerdarksmallv3.swf?audioPath=http://dinnerandabeer.podbean.com/mf/play/8ws7px/DinnerandaBeer_EpisodeOne.mp3&autoStart=no" quality="high" width="210" height="25" name="mp3playerdarksmallv3" align="middle" allowScriptAccess="sameDomain" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" /></embed><br /> </object><br /> <br /><a style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; 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Today is the one year anniversary of our plane ride out here! Crazy. So far I'm really glad we moved. I like Seattle a lot, and things are going pretty well right now: I'm learning a lot in school, keeping busy with my internship, and having fun with David. <br /><br />The quarter is almost over, which is hard to believe- they go by a lot faster than semesters. I'm taking two classes over the summer, which hopefully will put me in the position to graduate in Spring '10, about a year from now. Over my break I'm going to go visit my brother in Anchorage for a few days. I've never been to Alaska and am looking forward to seeing it. It was kind of a last minute decision. I didn't get a good deal or anything, just realized that this might be one of the last opportunities I have to go there before he graduates in December. I wish David could come too but he has to work; we're pretty close to Alaska though so it won't be hard to go again.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2216608425388381346.post-81581351761399118692009-05-27T14:38:00.001-07:002009-05-27T14:53:25.079-07:00Dinner and a Beer<span style="font-family:arial;">Here's the draft of my personal podcast for class:</span><br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='28' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxSUZpg9zsxqiM0FVyc9h7BHZcTDOSBT0ofGu3FqH7oiRE6BShkG5cXM8FVL6PI7lSIiOntlSBT5x8R8zzDMQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2216608425388381346.post-18588065614630063222009-05-24T20:15:00.000-07:002009-05-24T20:52:41.338-07:00It's academic<a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwLqwWOjYMo4q_o1jv2e6JFjVeK20-pnkqt13udAhP88rDbfmuxJxlD8AAUcltKq46a3347B7SU4ETk0p07lIRjiZ7YYPI6FJhvbUS6BJT9MyozN-Ond6l8sBWvLswZt8czLDR2sONLTA/s1600-h/Explore+Seattle+Image.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwLqwWOjYMo4q_o1jv2e6JFjVeK20-pnkqt13udAhP88rDbfmuxJxlD8AAUcltKq46a3347B7SU4ETk0p07lIRjiZ7YYPI6FJhvbUS6BJT9MyozN-Ond6l8sBWvLswZt8czLDR2sONLTA/s320/Explore+Seattle+Image.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339595173411584018" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-family:arial;"><br />I've been editing audio all day for my podcasting class; one project is a personal one on food and beer, and one is a group one on Seattle tourism. Here's my part of it:<br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='28' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxuvrYlpI6rASkRJXU-LRJf3fM4eY8KvqFKc8_5e5zSvK5kTsVVMzkO02dp7k67Hvy8PmUE2Ofs9RXm4cpfkA' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br /><br />Editing audio is easy but takes a lot more time than you would guess (unless you would guess that it takes a lot of time, in which case you are correct). I had some problems recording last week; I don't really know anyt</span><span style="font-family:arial;">hing about equipment, so everything so far has been trial and error. I've recorded directly to file with portable recorder, into GarageBand on David's Mac and with Audacity on the PC though se</span><span style="font-family:arial;">veral different microphones (even stupidly bought one at Radioshack), all with little success: it sounds like I'm under water no matter what I try. However, I think I've got them to a point that I feel comfortable with, though they are still a work in progress. I was hoping to have everything finished by this weekend, but I need to re-record a few clips. I'm still in pretty good shape: have a group presentation for </span><span style="font-family:arial;">my other class on Thursday, which I am a little nervous about but feel that we're on our way to doing a good job. The assignment that I was most worried about was posting to the department blog, and I got that out of the way on Friday. You can read it <a href="http://flipthemedia.com/index.php/2009/05/the-food-blog-code-of-ethics/">here</a>.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">We went for a hike yesterday near Mt. Si with Devin and Catherine. It was nice to get out of town and into the outdoors; plus, Devin and Catherine are fun to hang out wi</span><span style="font-family:arial;">th. We couldn't make it to the top of the trail because there is still too much snow (well, technically, we could have, but it didn't seem worth it) but it was still a really fun day. My camera died before we even started the real hike (we had a false start with a lame "nature trail") but I did take a few pictures:</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5QavSxOEjThhvsfouVhb6_sO4CYq8tXv2mVniLqdlv4YPqHdLVVghHgBXNXcU1qE_whlwdHNTEh0YgHSgvPd3Iff0ZDcthxpJNesNyzpbic2YfaMaeq4IpXlgav-WJw77ULBz6xcfvW8/s1600-h/hike.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5QavSxOEjThhvsfouVhb6_sO4CYq8tXv2mVniLqdlv4YPqHdLVVghHgBXNXcU1qE_whlwdHNTEh0YgHSgvPd3Iff0ZDcthxpJNesNyzpbic2YfaMaeq4IpXlgav-WJw77ULBz6xcfvW8/s320/hike.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339599858805429474" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_99boGKj9yzI-MGCFdRdd7fC22c_qmbRGyaapwL2kAMTW8BXLdEHWTCd9Q-Om2k3rvcd5rFB6HUSXyuENpOKlApPI5nkC3_hpF7W077-G-jye5UpuDDpUzVf2uS5jOpMPhUSccRX5Lyo/s1600-h/woods.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_99boGKj9yzI-MGCFdRdd7fC22c_qmbRGyaapwL2kAMTW8BXLdEHWTCd9Q-Om2k3rvcd5rFB6HUSXyuENpOKlApPI5nkC3_hpF7W077-G-jye5UpuDDpUzVf2uS5jOpMPhUSccRX5Lyo/s320/woods.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339599854792300850" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Finally, here's The Cobra with her idol:</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVpNYVGk-I3v5mhWnWP7MEYWQCq1R8EKIisGlr6wHNOcuVhuh3oZQoUedbnORLtD_q0f_J-SlUKU5YGVDTRNFD9t8SuvGwTo0bWt5llJ___nTQ2GzRibpIT7EpFippk4WNxYGxYj9eEcg/s1600-h/Cobra+and+Morris.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVpNYVGk-I3v5mhWnWP7MEYWQCq1R8EKIisGlr6wHNOcuVhuh3oZQoUedbnORLtD_q0f_J-SlUKU5YGVDTRNFD9t8SuvGwTo0bWt5llJ___nTQ2GzRibpIT7EpFippk4WNxYGxYj9eEcg/s320/Cobra+and+Morris.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339600309383317314" border="0" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2216608425388381346.post-62463634707773420642009-05-17T19:03:00.001-07:002009-05-17T19:29:08.793-07:00IFBCSo... my first post in nearly a month: I've been pretty busy with school and my internship. The work isn't too hard, though it is challenging and keeps me on my toes. It's basically just a lot of stuff all at once. <br /><br />This weekend was really cool: the folks at my internship organized the International Food Blogger Conference, so I got to attend it (well, work it). There were a lot of prominent food bloggers talking about everything from writing to photography to ethics and legal issues. My main responsibilities were set-up and maintenance (busing tables, brewing coffee, odds and ends, etc) but I also monitored/contributed to the Twitter feed during the sessions. I got some great stuff out of that which I can use in my classes.<br /><br />One guy, who I will refer to as Inappropriate Twitter Guy, was interesting. He is a food blogger and sex educator (something tells me that it's less high school gym class sex-ed and more of something that interested adults pay good money for) and some of the stuff he said was a little weird. The other interns and I got a nervous laugh out of some of what he included the group on. As proof, here is his entire feed from the event:<br />-Great gift bags at #ifbc, though wouldn't it have been cool to include mojito peppermint lube: <a href="http://store.babeland.com/safe-sex-lubes/babelicious-lube?kbid=828">http://store.babeland.com/safe-sex-lubes/babelicious-lube?kbid=828</a><br />-someone finally talking about sex at #ifbc!<br />-On the plus side: easier access to men's restroom than women's restroom at #ifbc (but i'm willing to make men's coed)<br />-Overheard at #ifbc: Food porn is good, but real porn is better.<br />-Careful. At #IFBC, food porn session is talking about hand...shots.<br />-Did I miss the "porn" part of the food porn session? #ifbc<br />-Sex educator in me should applaud the pineapple at today's IFBC breakfast. One of the best foods for our sex lives. #ifbc<br />-FINALLY! Someone used "porn" with the right meaning. #ifbc<br />-(BTW, some porn people rock, too.) #ifbc<br />-In response to my pineapple comment, people at break asked other good sex foods, so I offer: kiwi and celery. #ifbc<br />-And...chocolate is an aphrodisiac...banned for women during Aztec times. (I think this is when the feminist movement really began!)<br /><br />Umm... yeah. The rest of the event was great. As you might expect, there was plenty of excellent food, most of which was not designed for the animal-product adverse (there were some definite veg-haters in the room), so I pretty much just ate bread. Not a problem: bread is probably my favorite food in the world, and this was good bread. Still, I'm glad it's done and I can spend the week focused on school. I need to do the recordings for two podcasts, a ton of reading and some stuff for a group project focusing on a social media strategy for Habitat for Humanity. Plus, I really, really want to cook a whole bunch now.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2216608425388381346.post-66962791288869616902009-04-26T20:32:00.000-07:002009-04-26T20:34:56.449-07:00WeirdI'm working on a group project for my podcasting class. We're doing a podcast that focuses on Seattle culture. In the course of my research I came across this piece of info about Frances Farmer, an actress who was involuntarily committed to mental institutions: "Frances Farmer went to West Seattle High School and the University of Washington. At one time she lived at 312 Harvard Ave East which is believed to be behind the current Washington Mutual on Broadway." That's where we used to live! Crazy.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2216608425388381346.post-84330000934053768292009-04-25T23:08:00.001-07:002009-04-25T23:27:46.421-07:00We built a houseUmm... kinda. David and I volunteered at Habitat for Humanity today, as part of the Bates' (my alma mater) Day of Service. We got a ride to the site from two Bates girls who live in Capitol Hill and go to my gym, though I didn't know either of them in school. We spent most of the morning carrying and putting up drywall, and the afternoon doing the same. All in all, I think we did two walls and put up 8 roof brackets in 6 hours. I'm not super gung-ho about alumni events, so this was more an excuse to do some volunteer work. After a two hour nap after our return home, we've almost recovered, though my knee has just started hurting because I accidentally whacked it with the back of a hammer on the site. Whoops.<br /><br />The new internship is going well, as are my classes. I pretty pumped up for both of them, though the increasing workload has got me a little worried. This week is going to be a little intense with deadlines, but I've been working at it (as in, I did homework on both Friday and Saturday night while David played his computer game) and feel that I've got a decent handle. I don't intend to make weekend nights work nights, it's just that with Habitat for Humanity taking up all of my Saturday and some moving yet to be done tomorrow, I wanted to make sure I got everything done. Working at a food website has got me really excited for new things to cook, so I'll try to make time for that too. I've managed to work in exercise by walking everywhere, which also saves a few bucks in bus fare.<br /><br />The apartment is also pretty sweet, with a few slight drawbacks. I don't mind not having a garbage disposal, though having one would be better. The oven doesn't cook evenly, but as long as you rotate the food it's fine. Plus, having gas instead of electric totally makes up for that. The only thing that is worse than our other place is that water pressure in the shower is a little weak and the water doesn't heat up very well. David had to tighten the screws on a couple of the cabinets, since they would swing open and The Cobra would get in them and knock stuff over (like the trash). I heard a scratching in one the other morning and opened it up, expecting to see a mouse; instead, The Cobra came out. I must have shut her in without realizing it. It's kinda funny to see her pawing fruitlessly at the doors. She seems to really like the place.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2216608425388381346.post-82620833353922232602009-04-21T20:01:00.001-07:002009-04-21T20:01:38.952-07:00ScribeFire<div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'><font face='arial'>This is a test of ScribeFire, a Firefox add-on.</font><br/><br/><div class='zemanta-pixie'><img src='http://img.zemanta.com/pixy.gif?x-id=263c1889-8efb-8d29-b3bf-61684c584d05' class='zemanta-pixie-img'/></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1