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LiveBlogging the Great Blizzard of 2009

Friday, December 4th, 2009

Given the extensive coverage the topic has received in major international outlets such as the Austin American-Statesman and KUT-FM radio, I’m sure that you are all aware of the impending blizzard that is set to descend upon the ATX later this morning (assuming the weathermen didn’t get it wrong, again).  In case you’ve been hiding under a rock, here’s the skinny: there is a 60% chance that we may receive up to an inch of snow today.

Naturally, this news has caused panic among some weaker willed individuals.  The University of Texas, for example, felt compelled to issue a pre-emptive notice yesterday afternoon reminding everyone that classes had not yet been canceled, but urged us to check the University’s emergency line before proceeding to work tomorrow for the latest updates.

As you know, here at ROHK we strive for journalistic and culinary excellence of a higher standard, and so, I am sacrificing my own well-being to bring you the latest news about the event that I am sure will be recorded in the annals of history as The Great Blizzard of 2009.

Do check back regularly for updates.

Friday, December 4, 2009

6:10 am: Wake up, get dressed.  In honor of the impending cold snap, I search for a clean sweater, and eventually discover one that my parents bought me for Christmas some years ago.  It was clearly purchased before they moved to Texas because, even before I lost the 10 pounds, it was still at least one size too large and makes me look like a mustard colored burlap sack.  However, today we are going with function above form, following the trend set by world-famous survivalist Jake Gyllenehaal in the documentary film The Day After Tomorrow:

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See?  If Jake can sport an outfit that reveals no muscle definition whatsoever, so can I.

6:54 am: Sitting outside of Beverly’s house.  It takes her longer than usual to come out to get in the car this morning, because she is clearly working up the nerve to set forth in the malstrøm and dodge the sunbeams that are beginning to fall outside.

7:10 am: Realizing that I am driving too fast for conditions, I reduce my speed to 72 miles per hour (114 km/h).  This adds at least 2 minutes to my commuting time this morning, but it’s important to drive safe!  Arrive alive!

7:26 am: Walking from the garage to campus.  It is chilly this morning.  The guy who’s not homeless but wants everyone to think he is who usually sets up behind Einstein’s Bagels is nowhere to be seen.  I hope that he has managed to find a shelter for the not-homeless-but-wanting-others-to-think-they-are.

7:35 am: In the office.  It was a tough last sprint across the West Mall to my building, what with the grounds services golf carts whizzing by, but I did make it here.  Lisa has already begun prepping for the cold weather by cleaning out the oven, which has been left a mess by a previous user/staff member.  This is very wise of her — clearly we may need the electric stove as a heating device if the power goes out once the deluge has begun.

7:55 am: Typing these words.  Outside the window, I can see that it is cloudy.  This is clearly a very bad sign — much worse than it has been on every other cloudy day this week.

8:15 am: The men with the leafblowers are out in the pass-through between my building and the next (which once served as the setting for Café d’Amour in the first Spy Kids movie).  Clearly they have been apprised of the danger that can result from snow falling on top of leaves.  I’m not sure what it is, myself, but as landscaping professionals, it’s their job to know these things.

8:28 am: Discover that emergency provisions are already stocked in the front office: two bags of Chips Ahoy™ and one of Pecan Sandies™.  Skeptics may suggest that they are, in fact, left over from Professor E’s final-class-of-the-year celebration yesterday, but that’s just crazy talk.  Lisa continues preparation of baked goods for this afternoon’s Survivalist Training/Birthday Celebration.

9:14 am: Correction: Provisions are one bag of Chips Ahoy™ and two bags of Pecan Sandies™.  Please make a note of this. This is, of course, in addition to the banana bread that Lisa has made, along with the molasses cookies that are apparently on schedule to be made at noon.

Looking out the office window, I can see that we now have a lower cloud cover than we did earlier.  Possibly this is due to the impending snow.  Possibly this is due to the arrival of the alien/Snuggie™ vanguard that I described in yesterday’s post.  Will investigate further.

The Statesman is reporting that “some” snow flurries have been seen in some parts of Central Texas, and that San Antonio may see a light dusting.  I shall keep the brave people of San Antonio in my prayers.

9:28 am: Discover that #Austinsnow is now being hashed on Twitter.  I have to join Twitter to do this, but the feed is too damned amusing not to share:


10:07 am: Take a break from perusing postings about the first harbingers of wintery doom–is Skol preparing to eat the sun and invoke the long winter known as Fimbulvetr?–to notice that the clouds are looking far more sinister now than they did an hour ago.  At least a five on the Scale of Sinistry, up from a four and a half.

Kim suggests that the gravity of the situation requires that the word “aught” be worked into the title, and that we should refer to this as the “Great Blizzard of Aught-Nine.”  What say you?

10:15 am: Realize that I left my iPod in my car.  In the movies, the guy who goes back for something never, ever lives until the end.  (Well, except in the Final Destination movies, but then Death spends the whole movie trying to catch up.)  Not falling for it.  Take that, Law of Murphy!

11:13 am: Fear not, dear readers!  I remain as fervently committed to bringing you updates as they develop.

It has transpired that one of the bags of Pecan Sandies™ has been devoured by inconsiderate coworkers who do not realize the strategic value that they will play in our survival should the worst be realized and we become stranded in the building.  An investigation with possible court martial is under way.

According to #Austinsnow, the earlier rogue flakes have abated.  We remain poised for a resurgence.

It is very cold in my office.  Am contemplating putting on gloves.

11:32 am: Confirm with Ray that he made it to work safely.  Breathe sigh of relief.

11:47 am: Cabin fever has clearly set in amongst the staff.  Food is being anthropomorphised:

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Also, the Chips Ahoy™ are stale.  We will put them on the back burner for now.

12:12 pm: Hearing Christmas carols being sung on the West Mall.  Assume there’s irony involved in any song mentioning snow.  The Statesman is now claiming that the snow is “on the way,” downgraded from the “it’s already falling” that we got earlier.

Am off to dodge air molecules on the way to find lunch.  Pray for me.

12:26 pm: Back from acquiring food.  Bitter cold, grey skies, no snow.

There was, however, a young man in front of Goldsmith Hall wearing what is either a very large paper boat or a paper papal hat on his head.  Not sure what the purpose is, other than to make people stop and stare.  Which we did.

12:37 pm: Have met the first person today who claims to have seen at least several snowflakes.  There is much praising of his survival instincts.  He has clearly suffered emotional trauma (but not enough to get me to cancel the panel presentation in 23 minutes in which he is supposed to deliver a talk in Persian).

12:53 pm: Ray calls to tell me that it is “snowing heavily” in Round Rock.  The office moves to Defcom 2 in preparation for the snow to begin falling.

12:57 pm: SNOW!!!!!!  There’s at least 15 flakes out there.

1:05 pm: Photographic evidence that the onslaught has begun:

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It’s kind of hard to see, but you can definitely tell if you look under the trees.  There’s a small possibility that some of it’s dust on the window that I shot through, but some of it is definitely snow flakes.

1:47 pm: And now the sun’s out.

1:51 pm: The Statesman is now reporting that winter weather advisory that had been issued for today … has been canceled.

I didn’t even get to go out in it: I’m trapped in my office because there’s a lecture going on outside.  Poop.  On the other hand, it’s a nice sunny day now!  And I left my sunglasses at home.

2:43 pm: My journalistic efforts have been foiled by the final presentations of one of the Persian classes going on in the room outside my office, however, I assure you, I will continue to cover the story until my last breath.  Or until it’s time to go home for the day, one or the other.

2:56 pm: BREAKING NEWS: the baked goods that have been added to the stockpile of supplies in the office include banana bread, chocolate ginger cookies, and both Irish and English breakfast tea.

I have learned from this blizzard that the primary difference between Irish and English breakfast tea is that the former is caffeinated, the latter is not.  (At least, that’s according to the HEB in-store brand — I can’t help thinking that’s not actually correct, but I’m not a tea-o-phile, so can not confirm.)

I have also learned that the air filter on the LCD projector needs to be changed.  I didn’t know it had an air filter and that it could be changed.  Things our sales reps forgot to tell us.  I wonder if this will affect the quality of the breathable oxygen in the event that we become trapped up here.  There are at least two clouds that I don’t like the look of visible from where I’m sitting right now, and that’s before I turn my head too much.  I have a feeling this isn’t over yet, dagnabbit.

3:36 pm: I am startled to see that there is ice buildup on the roof of Goldsmith Hall, which I can see from my office window.  It’s blue and shimmery and … oh, wait.  It’s someone’s jacket.  In fact, now that I look at the photo I took at 1:05, I can see that it was there then, too.

Never mind.

4:07 pm: Whoa!  I’ve gone viral — 600 hits in the past two hours.  Who knew?  The pressure’s on!  (OK, I know I’m supposed to be all Ocean’s 11-style cool and act like this is so <yawn> boring, but I’m just a touch too neurotic for that).

In weather related news, we’re holding at 39 degrees F / 3 degrees C with bright, practically cloudless skies.  I do so hope that the roads have been plowed and salted before I head home–I’d hate to drive in unsafe conditions.  My palms get a little sweaty just thinking about it.

4:23 pm: Time to start powering things down and head out into the wilds.  I shall check in again once I have arrived in the wilds of Round Rock, across the moors of Pflugerville and the towering craggy peaks of Tarrytown.

Stay strong, fellow commuters!  Man shall always persevere over Mother Nature.  (I mean, just look at the Domain.)

4:35 pm: On leaving the building, I see the measures that my fellow Austinites have gone to in order to protect themselves from the blustery weather.  One young fellow is wearing a dark suit, but has elected for the protection of white athletic socks.  Clearly, desperate times call for desperate measures.  Later, I will see another young man so affected by the cold weather that he has had to pull his boardshorts down in order to cover his mid-calf, exposing a considerable amount of plaid boxer short above the waistline.  I feel for him.

4:50 pm: Apparently, the snow has caused a short circuit in the gate at the parking garage.  One poor woman sits there with a line of cars behind her, and is finally forced to back up and go to the pay station in order to make her ticket work.  It’s very sad that such desperate measures need to be taken in order to complete such mundane tasks.

5:02 pm: MoPac expressway.  Cars moving much slower than the posted speed limit.  Possibly due to the weather.  I can think of no other reason why traffic heading north out of Austin would be moving so slowly at 5 pm on a Friday afternoon, especially the weekend before the Red River Shootout in Dallas.  It just boggles the mind.

5:35 pm: I  arrive home and begin searching for things to cover the plants in order to protect them from tonight’s deep freeze.  I now have a basket full of habanero peppers (seriously, what am I going to do with so many habaneros?  I might have to make salsa for the office Chrismukkah gifts.  But, oh no, I’ve said too much.

5:45 pm: I send Ray out to Home Depot so that I can wrap the Christmas gifts that came in the mail today.  I hope they didn’t get wet.

6:03 pm: Gifts wrapped, Ray happily off at Home Depot, I sit in front of the television, open my laptop, and blog this, the last of my updates.  At 6 pm, the winter weather advisory has expired, and I, for one, am considering myself very lucky–very lucky indeed–to have managed to survive the Great Blizzard of 2009.

LiveBlogging has now ended.  Please remain seated until the vehicle has come to a complete stop.  Don’t forget to search under the seat in front and in the overhead bins of you for any belongings you may have brought on board, and have a nice day in town, or wherever your final destination may be.  Drive safe!

Brunch. With Peacocks.

Monday, March 2nd, 2009

Yesterday was one of those days that weekends should be like.

We had a relaxing morning at home.  The inlaws left early, and Mocha was sprawled out on the sofa snoring loudly — three days of entertaining a puppy had zonked her out.  At one point on Saturday, as Freckles was literally running circles around her in the backyard, I told Mocha out loud that she’s becoming a crotchety old lady.  Her preferred position was to sit on the deck and watch Freckles run in circles.

Natalie told me a while back that she wanted to take me to brunch for my birthday, but given our travel schedules, this was the first weekend that we could actually go.  She insisted that we go to Green Pastures, a place I’ve heard about a number of times, but haven’t actually been.  This is one of the things that I find annoying about living in the suburbs: I hear about all of these quirky, quaint, and/or neat places in town, but usually lack the will on the weekends to get in the car, drive into town, and try them.

Like many a business in South Austin, Green Pastures is located in a residential area of the sort that has you questioning whether you’re totally lost in the moments right before you get there.  It’s located in an Old Historic Place, and we in Austin do like our Old Historic Places.

I wasn’t quite prepared to have to dodge peacocks in the parking lot, however.

There’s something very turkey-like about the way peacocks look, almost to the point where I started to wonder if they taste like turkey.  Gobble gobble.

Brunch was a grand affair (much grander once the piano player quit playing her repertoire of songs that were once popular and had appeared on the Muppets at some point or another).

Highlights from the menu:

Smoked Prime Rib with Au Jus, Creole Mustard, and Horseradish Sauce.
Lentil and Red Pepper Salad.
Chilled Seared Duck Breast with Mango Chutney.
Sesame Tuna with Wasabi and Soy.
Artichokes with Parmesan and Sun-dried Tomatoes.
Chicken topped with Prosciutto in a Mushroom Sauce.

There was also a chocolate fountain, white chocolate and pecan bread pudding, several different kinds of cheesecake bars, and milk punch.

What is milk punch, you ask?  Well, let me tell you: it’s a 1/2 gallon of vanilla ice cream mixed with 22 ounces of whole milk, 4 ounces of bourbon, 3 ounces of rum, and one ounce of brandy.  It tastes like a vanilla milk shake and it’s something of a life changing experience.  It certainly is mood changing.

After the meal, over which we lingered, we waddled around the grounds of the estate.  (They rent them for weddings.)  I began taking pictures of peacocks, who are not the nicest birds.  Natalie and Ray were laughing at me as I would attempt to sneak up on a peacock victim, stopping whenever the bird would look in my direction.  “I know he’s going to attack me,” I said at one point.

“Yes, we know,” Ray said.  “We’ve got our cameras ready.”

Thanks, guys.

This one was clearly on the prowl for the ladies, who were clearly not interested.  Honestly, it was like Saturday night on 6th street.

On the way home, I insisted on driving by the iconic “Greetings from Austin” mural that’s been reprinted on every other postcard in town.

The afternoon was pretty lazy: post brunch nap (naturally), followed by television: catching up on Battlestar and Dollhouse, and deciding not to eat dinner because we were still full from brunch.

See, that’s how a lazy Sunday should be.

‘Tis the Season

Tuesday, December 23rd, 2008

I know that friends from around the country will laugh at my admitted southern wimpdom at declaring the weather down here “cold,” but for us, it’s cold, dagnabbit:

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For the record, today is a bit colder.  Oddly, the weather widget I’m looking at says: “Today: High 59, Low 54.  Right now: 40.”  (In Celsius, that’s a high of 15, a low of 12, and it’s currently 6.)  Ech.  What do they know?

It’s also raining right now, which I’m feeling a bit conflicted about, because it hasn’t rained in so long, but I had plans to take the dog to the park today.  (Ray left to go home yesterday, so I’m on my own and a bit bored.  I’ve managed to sit through two of the Austin Powers movies so far, and it’s not even noon.)  She hates getting baths, and I don’t like giving her baths, so taking her to the park when it’s going to be a big mud puddle doesn’t strike me as a lot of fun!

So, instead I decided to bake cookies.  How domestic of me!  I’m not great with the baking, but these came out great:

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These are Chocolate Crinkle Cookies, which I’ve never made before.  However, Bev and I were driving home last week and NPR had this cookie lady on, who described these in a style of narration that I can really only describe as semi-pornographic.  At one point, Bev and I looked at each other and I said, “I’m starting to feel a little dirty listening to this!” and she laughed and said, “I know, right?”  The narration was a bit lascivious in tone, but memorable enough that when I realized that I was going to show up to the folks’ house empty-handed, I thought, hmm.  I wonder if I have all of the right ingredients in the house?  And, for once, I did!

I also think that after eating more than two of these, you might become diabetic.  They’re really sweet.

So, anyway.  It’s a quiet week, but I’m enjoying it right now.  For many, the holidays are a time of stress, but for me, I’m just going to sit here and be a lazy bum.  The weather is cooperating with that plan quite nicely :)

Happy holidays, y’all!

Anniversaire

Wednesday, September 12th, 2007

Well, two anniversaries of note this week.

Ray and I hit 7 years on Monday. I said I wasn’t going to go into huge amounts of detail about it, and I’m sticking to that. We had a nice evening. I invested in a new iPod, letting go of the old 40 GB iPod photo that Ray bought me in 2004–which, he likes to point out, made me cry (it was sweet, shut up)–in favor of a new 80 GB iPod Classic that actually works.

We went to a place I hadn’t been before, Zax Pints and Plates downtown, which was our first time there and definitely won’t be our last. They had a grilled polenta with bleu cheese and marinara appetizer that was incredible, and I will be replicating it constantly if I can figure out how to grill polenta (oh Brian? any tips?). I think, however, that the Baileys-and-Andes mint chocolates cheesecake would be better off unreplicated at home.

Then, of course, there was yesterday. September 11. 11 Eylul. A date that, for this generation, will live in infamy.

Brian wrote a nice long post about that day.

As I was walking to class with my professor, we walked past the model twin towers that had been erected by the local chapter of whatever looney student organization remains convinced that there was some vast conspiracy theory behind the whole thing. We walked past the little plastic American flags that had been stuck into the South Mall – one for each victim. I read all the news stories about the controversy over this year’s commemorations in New York and the whole bit about whether Giuliani was trying to use this as political clout now that he’s a candidate for president.

And then I moved on to something else.

Even now, as I write these words, it’s hard for me to even try to think about 9/11. Not the day – the day itself was traumatic. I was sitting right here at this very desk still trying to boot up my computer when a coworker came in to ask if I’d “heard something about two planes flying into the World Trade Center.” I remember that the first news source I was able to access was the BBC because all of the other news sites were overloaded with people trying to find out what was going on. I remember going with the office manager across to the student union because at the time we had no cable hookup in the building, rendering our television useless for live broadcast, and hearing all sorts of reports: explosion at the White House, fire at the Pentagon, car bomb at the State Department.

And I remember Dr. Mohammad, who had been teaching when the news broke, sitting out on the West Mall smoking his unfiltered cigarettes. Dr. Mohammad is Palestinian, and he wears a khiffayeh, the black-and-white checkered headscarf, around his neck like a shawl. And he had no idea what was going on. Hillary and I stopped to talk to him, and told him the news, and he said, “Oh. Maybe that’s why that guy just spat on me.”

Shin and I have had a few exchanges comparing post 9/11 attitudes toward Arabs/Muslims with the World War II-era treatment of Asian Americans (who did, frankly, have it worse, since the post-9/11 conversations about concentration camps kinda went away fairly quickly). I’ve had my self-righteous indignation up in hackles since then, and I’ve had a few un-PC moments.

But I’ve really never processed it all.

I’ve never quite dealt with the response to a talk I gave once, wherein one of the attendees–whose constant interjections were so annoying that, had I been a more experienced speaker, I would have asked her to leave–decided to follow up with an e-mail to my Director, a man I respected but feared, telling him that I was an ignorant buffoon and that he should never allow me to speak in public again.

I’ve never quite dealt with the experience of enthusiastically sending out invitations to a workshop, only to be contacted a week later by a columnist I’d never heard of from a neighboring town who’d been sent my correspondence by a third party upset that we were, in post 9/11 America, having a workshop about the Islamic world and weren’t planning to devote equal time to Judaism and Christianity. After all, her forwarded message to him rationed, there is much more prejudice against Christianity than Islam in the US, so why all the attention?

I still thought at this early stage in my career that there was a way to rationally explain things to people in such a way so as to make them understand my argument. I was wrong. The subsequent column–based on a twenty minute interview–contained only three quotes from me, all out of place, all of which were used to represent a position for me that I didn’t espouse.

Then I got tracked down at home by a talk radio hostess who began the live, on-air interview with, “I was shocked–shocked!–when I read this column in the newspaper and found out what’s going on up at UT. Here to explain himself is … ” I have, since they tracked me down at home on a day I was sick and I conducted the phone interview while in bed, jokingly said that my biggest regret is that i didn’t inform the hostess that I was in my underwear. I’m lying, however. My biggest regret is that I let my idealistic notion that somehow, by agreeing to the interview, I would be able to change her perception cloud my judgment. I should have said “No, thank you,” hung up and gone back to sleep. I didn’t.

I know this is all petty in the wake of the fact that real people died on 9/11, and that many more have had their lives effected in ways far more significant than the ways I have. My role in all of this has been different: I’ve been in the front line of trying to explain away the hate. And worst of all, there’s an active movement afoot to try to shut down the departments that do what we do, buoyed, ironically enough, by the argument that we failed to prevent 9/11 in the first place.

So, there it is. It’s been 6 years since the towers fell, since Osama bin Laden’s name went up there with Quisling, Hitler, Cromwell, Tojo, and all the other names that will forever be said with a sneer. It’s been 6 years since we were shocked out of our idyll by watching people die on live TV and being unable to do anything about it.

6 years of putting the thoughts and raw, unprocessed emotions aside and planning to deal with them … later.

Here’s to 6 more?

TGIF

Friday, February 16th, 2007

It’s Friday morning, and it’s freakin’ cold here in Austin. Seriously, it was 25 degrees when I left the house this morning. I’m not leaving my office today if I can help it … brrr! There’s no real reason to do so — some of my coworkers brought in a cake for the birthday I’m ignoring (it’s tomorrow, anyway), and there’s nothing like chocolate to keep warm. Mmmm. Chocolate.

A frightening number of people tuned into my post yesterday about my frustrations with the men I work with and their weird bathroom habits. Should I write about scatological topics more often? Trust me. I’ve travelled in lots of places with really interesting bathrooms. In fact, there was this one time when I was in some itty bitty town in the Sinai Peninsula on a bus going somewhere, and all the guys went around behind the building and peed against the wall because the bathroom in the bus station was so rank. Like, the toilet directly opened into the sewer lines which clearly hadn’t been flushed out in a very long time. OK, I’m done with that. Just thinking about it makes me a little queasy.

So, it seems that today the House may or may not get around to voting on a non-binding resolution that will or will not scold the president for trying to build up troop levels when everyone and their dog both here and in Iraq is saying it’s a bad idea. Now, normally I’m all for people standing up to the president, but I have this feeling they’re going to produce something that’s so watered down it will amount to something more akin to a swab with a cotton ball than a slap on the wrist. Not that he’ll pay attention to the resolution anyway … well, at least until it comes time to decide which one of the Republican candidates he’ll endorse next year. I see a lot of other bloggers getting very up in arms about this. I don’t understand why – maybe I’m too jaded, but it’s not going to make a bit of difference. Not now, not ever.

Speaking of stupid … things … can someone please explain to me why it costs more to fly from Austin to Albuquerque than it does to fly from Austin to Los Angeles? Can I book a flight to Los Angeles and just get them to let me off as we’re going over Albuquerque? And how come a certain airline’s “special sale fares” look exactly the same as the “normal fun fares” I saw when I looked this all up last week?

At any rate. Tomorrow is another day — and another year for me, although I’m going to pretend otherwise (denial ain’t just a river in Egypt). I hope you’re keeping warm and that there’s chocolate of some sort … ooh, chocolate martini …. in your future.

Happy Friday!

 

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