Friday, December 23, 2005
To paraphrase Steve Martin in the classic Saturday Night Live Christmas sketch: "If I had just one wish this Christmas, it would be for all the children of the world to sing in peace and harmony." Not in Burbank.
This note goes out to the woman in the Burbank airport bookstore, who wedged herself and her child in between me and the magazine rack I was perusing: "I just need to check a price." So, the woman and her child look for a price on a miniature airplane, while I stand patiently. Well, soon they discover that there are LOTS of planes, and I discover that these two don't make decisions easily. I stand literally less than a foot from them, staring right through them at the magazines I can't see, while the mom describes each of the planes ("This is Air Force One...it has beds and a dining room...")
I can be stubborn! I stood there for 3-4 LONG minutes I'm sure. No apologies. No "just one more minute". No "we need to choose so this nice man can stop standing here staring at us". Nope. Nothing.
So, my gift to the world...or at least the customers in the Greater Burbank Area: my wish for this woman is that she learn to teach her child about peace and harmony in 2006. Maybe she can break the cycle of people that think there is nobody else in the world.
The poor woman in 1B. She boarded our flight from Burbank to San Francisco as a standby passenger from a later flight that was also delayed. Rain in SF delayed everything for 2-3 hours. Needless to say everyone on this flight is tense--most are trying to connect to other flights for Christmas. So she boards--excited and hopeful--and finds nooks to store her small bags--the one downside to a bulkhead seat.
Well, the doors are closed and then reopened: "Will standby passenger X please gather your carry-ons and deplane". The woman in 1B stands in front of a full plane, gathers her belongings, and asks politely for the reason. In an apologetic (but loud) voice, the flight attendant explains that the plane is simply overweight. I'm sure it didn't help this poor traveler's self esteem, since she was a bit heavyset. Talk about a string of bad luck :(
Thursday, December 22, 2005
But first, my useless fact of the day. I learned from the Channel 7 local news (which is droning on in the background) about what is going on in the stores as the Christmas shopping season draws to a close. According to the live report, "the men are better prepared this year. They are here with lists and know what they are looking for." And we need 24x7 news why?
So, what are these men buying? Well, I humbly suggest the BEST white elephant gift I have ever drawn: the Pig Crumb Vacuum (thank you Denise). I mean, who hasn't finished a meal only to find the table covered with food crumbs? Well, China Incorporated has sent us boatloads of these pink plastic pigs. Along with thousands of other gifts to re-gift. So, the theory is that by offshoring this stuff, we reduce prices so that we can buy more for less...but more of what?
So, to counter the crass commercialism bombarding me here in the airport, I submit three photos that remind me of holidays past.
Hint hint hint.
By the way, this does not top the funniest sign I saw in the same building a couple of years ago. It was an ad for the building's in-house barber shop. The tag line? "If you're bored at work, why not drop by for a haircut." Classic.
On my flight to San Diego this week, I read a 15-20 page paid advertisement for the City of San Jose in the United Hemisphere magazine. Here are the subjects of the photos and headlines in this paid advertisement--my assumption being that if you want to entice readers to travel to your city, then you draw them in with the San Jose equivalent of the Golden Gate Bridge! Well, you decide:
- Santana Row (an upscale, outdoor shopping mall)
- a farmers market
- the San Jose Sharks (the local NHL hockey team)
- pictures of the restored downtown shopping district
- the San Jose Symphony
- scientists using beakers
- the Technology Museum
- people drinking wine
- a plaza with playful fountains that spray you when you walk by
- an remodeled airport minutes from silicon valley companies
- home to Apple, Google, eBay, Cisco, and Adobe
- the headline: "50 miles south of san Francisco"
- a convention center
- the San Jose Grand Prix (1.6mi circuit through downtown)
- Children's Discovery Museum
- Winchester Mystery House
- brown grassy hills for mountain biking
- many hotels
- san Jose university
Uh, huh. Hmmmm. "Well, honey. I've got the brochures. Instead of going to San Francisco this year, I booked us a room at the San Jose Hilton. Did you know they are only 50 minutes south of San Francisco? AND they have scientists!"
I DID learn two cool facts from this advertising section:
- 58 companies with market capitalizations over $1 billion are headquartered within 12 minutes of the San Jose airport.
- 34% of the nation's venture capital is invested in the region!!
Saturday, December 17, 2005
Fortunately, my friend Pamela, from my photography class, invited us to join in one of her favorite holiday traditions--a big table, crowded with friends, who are all decorating fresh sugar cookies. Oh, and I tried an Old Fashioned for the first time, made "the right way" by Pamela's husband.
Between us, Jeff and I made a couple dozen cookies. And we had a warm indoor-afternoon with friends old and new.
The rest of the day was fairly typical. We woke up a bit later than normal, because we had been out late at my firm's local holiday party--at the top the St. Francis peering down on Union Square. Breakfast, haircut, and a bit of shopping at the Warming Hut, right at the Golden Gate Bridge. Out at the bridge, we regretted not having our camera, because the white caps were quite dramatic, and the waves were splashing up onto the roadway.
Tonight, the wind and rain are quite heavy, so we're huddled in the living room by the fire, watching The Sound of Music...and eating cookies of course.
Tuesday, December 13, 2005
My brother and I felt at home in St. Michaels. We spent winter holidays in front of gramma's fireplace playing cards, and long summer vacations crabbing and swimming in the creek.
My grandmother was a generous woman--at least from the perspective of a well coddled, oldest grandchild :) Gramma infused me with a love of reading, a love of cooking (and a well equipped kitchen), and a love of the Orioles. She also fed my early interests in computers, by giving me my first computer: a Sinclair ZX81 with a whopping 1K of memory and a tape drive. That computer taught me more than any Windows box I've owned since.
Christmas was one of my grandmother's favorite event holidays. She prided herself at having just the right gifts on hand, hand-picked for the individual. Nothing elaborate: Cheez-Its for my dad, cocktail hotdogs for my brother, a bird ornament for my mother, an Orioles trinket for me. She would collect odds and ends throughout the year to put in Christmas stockings. She loved to hear the stories of how each and every gift was used. She loved a good story, and would tell everybody she saw.
I could go on and on and on. I've got a gazillion stories.
In August, we held a memorial service and family day. The memorial service was at the Quaker Meeting House in nearby Easton. Afterwards, the family gathered at the cabin--we're talking 50 people--all talking, eating crabs, and laughing. It was the best party at the cabin in years, and my grandmother is busy telling EVERYBODY about it in heaven.
The pictures below, start with three showing the catching, steaming, and eating of the crabs. Then there is shot of one of the multi-generational tables. Finally, there is a post-party shot of the calm at the cabin.
I remember that Aunt Sallie was an active leader in the community--the Methodist church where my grandfather ministered and the Edinburg community library are two in particular. I remember that the grape vine behind her house was always full. I remember that Aunt Sallie loved cats. I remember she loved history, and that her walls were covered with mementos from the White House, where her husband worked.
When Aunt Sallie died this year, the family held a memorial service at the family church. This is a small, local parish, and every pew was filled. Afterwards, there was a light luncheon in the church hall, with food made by church members.
The family held a small ceremony at the cemetery, where Aunt Sallie was buried next to her husband, and next to my grandmother and grandfather. Then we gathered at Aunt Sallies home for family memories, walks down to Stoney Creek, and many laughs. The highlight for me was teaching my nephew Wade (4 years old) to take pictures with my digital camera--you should have seen the smiles he captured.
Two photos below. One is a photo of a photo of my Aunt Sallie. The second is a photo of the old railroad bridge across Stoney Creek--growing up, my brother and cousins and I were captivated by this bridge and would walk up to it every time we visited Aunt Sallie...although I don't think we ever crossed it.
Then Nancy became family. She would visit with Jeff and me to see our latest garden project. She looked after Dobie and Buster while we were on travel. She shared tips on where we could get good gelato. And she joined our holiday dinners when our families visited.
Nancy had a passion for trying and doing...everything. Nancy had as many hobbies as you could cram into the one bedroom Russian Hill apartment where she lived for 30 years. In addition to being an accomplished photographer, Nancy made jewelry, studied horticulture, played instruments, was a voracious reader, loved food, and had a passion for travel. Her apartment was a museum--with a carefully selected collection from her extended travels in Africa, Europe, and Asia.
When Nancy died this year, it all happend so quickly, that we barely had time to say goodbye. But in the process of visiting Nancy in the hospital, and helping her family to put her affairs in order after her death, Jeff and I became close with some of Nancy's friends from other parts of her life. Its like Nancy planned it this way.
At our most recent holiday show, Nancy's absence was evident. But so was her lasting impact. Friends that she brought together through her life gathered and toasted her memory...and made plans to visit together again.
Below, is a picture from Nancy's memorial service on the Bay. Below that is a photo from the "after party" at Paradise Bay on the harbor in Sausalito--John, Regina, Jeff, Suzette, Joyce, Pat, and Susan offering a toast to Nancy (some of us with an awesome rasberry mojito, which Nancy would have LOVED!!)
Monday, December 12, 2005
I lost three people in my life this year. My dear friend Nancy. My Aunt Sallie. And my Grandmother.
So, I've decided to jot down some stream of conscious memories, before 2006 reprograms those brain synapses with the latest celebrity breakup or infuriating political drivel.
Sunday, December 11, 2005
Last night, I made some cookies that Jeff and I had in Siena this year for the first time. They are called ricciarelli.
We first stumbled on ricciarelli in the middle of a long afternoon walk around Siena. As had become our habit in Italy, we delayed lunch until that magic hour when everything closes in the afternoon--any time after 1:30pm is risky in our experience.
No lunch + steep medieval streets = grumpy!
So, thank goodness for La Nuova Pasticceria, which supplied us with these delightful, almond-based treats. After this run-in, we started to see ricciarelli on desert menus and in other stores. But we never saw them outside of Siena.
In any case, I'm happy to report that our version of ricciarelli is excellent. The next batch will have some orange zest...so I'll have to report on that. Here's a photo of the finished product. These cookies are perfect for Christmas desert with milk. They are chewy and sweetened with honey and vanilla and powdered sugar (yum). Enjoy.
Now, this second sign is typical of the hole-in-the wall restaurants in the Tenderloin District. I particularly like how the word 'restaurant' runs off the page. It reminds me of the posters I made in elementary school. And it certainly gives me confidence that they use only the choicest cuts of meat.
Wednesday, December 07, 2005
The solution for Rattenberg: 30 mirrors mounted on a hilltop in such a pattern that light is directed into select common areas of the town. The cost: $2.4 million.
Now, the 440 residents of Rattenberg believe that bringing sunlight into their town will reverse the decline in population, particularly the young people that move away. Before committing these funds, however, I suggest that the Rattenbergers visit an urban club or disco to watch what young people do when the lights come on at closing time--they scurry, lest they be seen under the unflattering fluorescent lights.
The lesson? Perhaps Rattengerians aren't that good looking, and turning on the winter lights could decrease the population even further. I'm just tossing that out for consideration.
In rebuttal, Buster (below) would like to point out that sunbeams are quite nice, thank you.
Tuesday, December 06, 2005
Monday, December 05, 2005
Then the fun part. We hang our work gallery style. Here are my friends Susan and Roxanne hanging one of my photos.
In all, 10 students plus our instructor displayed approximately 50 works of art for our adoring public. We even hung two pieces in memory of our dear friend Nancy...she made these shows really run like clockwork, and she was dearly missed.
A couple hundred people saw our work over an evening and a day. So many good friends dropped by for some wine and art. I even sold a couple of images. How flattering is that :)
Friday, December 02, 2005
In honor of my brother Cliff's UNBEATABLE version of Chex Mix from last Christmas, Jeff made a batch of his own this week. Now, if there is one snack that I can't put down, its homemade Chex Mix--real butter, Worcestershire Sauce, mix, all toasted for an hour in the oven to coagulate...YUM! We downed this batch in like 3 days tops. (Also in honor of my brother, who made a total of 3-4 entire batches during his week-long visit last year!) Merry Christmas, Cliff.