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12 of 12: December 2009

Saturday, December 12th, 2009

I was a bit stunned to realize that it’s December already!  Winter has moved in somewhat, as evidenced by the blizzard we got a week ago down here in the ATX, but listening to NPR, I was shocked by the realization that it’s only been a year since Bernard Madoff entered the lexicon – indeed, it’s only been a year since the word “bailout” was introduced as well.

Does that mean it’s been a long year?  Or a short one?

This is my 11th 12 of 12 for the year—my perfect record was ruined because I didn’t manage to do one in October (it would, frankly, have sent me ‘round the bend).  Bah.

9:41 am: Coffee

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Cafe Yaucono, imported personally by yours truly from Puerto Rico, where they know what coffee is supposed to taste like.  (I brought back five pounds of the stuff and vacuum packed it).  Cafe Yaucono was chosen as the unanimous favorite by five out of five supermarket employees quizzed by yours truly as they walked by and were asked, “Cual de estos cafes es lo mejor?”

10:20 am: Time to make the jelly

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As I lamented the other day, shortly before the hard freeze that hit last weekend, I ran out to salvage what was left of the crop off of the chili and pepper plants that started to produce again in October.  What this did was stick me with a half pound of habanero chilis, which are ridiculously hot – most salsas that use them call for half a chili, whereas I had over 30 to do something with. While I like to make my own salsa, the prospect of using all thirty up half a chili at a time was not one that I found attractive.

My Facebook pal Claire – haven’t seen her since high school, but that’s the beauty of Facebook – found a solution online in the form of a recipe for cranberry habanero jelly.  Over the years, one of the taste combinations that I’ve grown to love is spicy/sweet.  Not coincidentally, I’m a big fan of the locally produced raspberry-chipotle sauce, and its cousins that combine mango, ginger and habaneros, and peaches and habaneros.  Problem is, when peach season hit (and it hits nicely in the Texas Hill Country – you can buy a bushel at a roadside stand very cheaply), I had no habaneros.  Now that I have habaneros, the peaches are out of season.  Cranberries are a nice, seasonal alternate.

10:58 am: Simmer down now

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Admit it.  You’ve always wanted to see what a slurry of 3 cups of white vinegar, two cups of seeded, diced habaneros, three cups of diced red bell pepper, and a cup each of fresh and dried cranberries looks like when it’s simmering in a pot.

11:11 am: My Smart Stick is Smarter than your Disco Stick

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I don’t use my immersion blender nearly enough.  This was right before I added the 14 cups of sugar.

11:30 am: A Wet Dog is an Unhappy Dog

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I know I’ve mentioned this before, but Mocha hates water and getting wet.  But she smelled, so it was time for a bath, which involved much sulking.

11:57 am: An Unhappy Dog is a Sulky Dog

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Not to toot my own horn, but this may be the best photo I’ve ever taken of Mocha.

12:17 pm: The haul

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Back at the stove, with the fruit pectin mixed in and the jelly all ladled out into individual jars.  It’s heavy on the spicy, that’s for sure.  I bought a bunch of small jars that will be used as office gifts.

12:54 pm: Boil, dammit

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It took forever for the water to come to a boil so that I could start sealing the jars.  What they say about watched pots is true.

3:20 pm: Can we go now?

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Lunch and a couple of shows on the DVR later, Mocha starts getting a little restless because it’s time for her W-A-L-K, and she’s not going to let us forget it.

7:51 pm: At the Cajun Christmas Party

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Ray’s coworker Elisa throws a Cajun Christmas party every year, ‘cos she’s a born and bred Louisiana girl.  And let’s be honest: Etouffe is just another way of saying “in lots of butter.”  There’s absolutely no bad there.

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For much of the evening, I was seated in front of the rum cake and other desserts.  I was very good … although the yogurt coated pretzels did prove to be my weakness.  Whatevs.  I just won’t eat tomorrow.

10:07 pm: Homeward Bound

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I don’t know why it is that I like playing with long exposures when I’ve been drinking (this one was a 2 second exposure … and, no, I wasn’t driving – give me some credit), but I do.  I think it matches my state of mind.

And that was MY 12th.  How was yours?

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!

*Tin Foil Hat Not Included

Thursday, December 3rd, 2009

An alien invasion of These United States is underway.  Not illegal aliens–space aliens.  Little green men from Reticulon Beta (actually, according to Fox Mulder, the Reticulons are gray, but that’s a quibbling detail).  There may be a tool of the vanguard movement in your house right now.  It may be on your bed.  It may be on your sofa.  It may be … too late.

What is this dastardly weapon that’s taking over America?  I’ll tell you.  Come a little closer.

It’s the Snuggie™.  Not the Slanket, the cheap-ass knockoff that’s suddenly appearing in the SkyMall Magazine®, but the actual honest to God Snuggie.™

“But Chris,” you say, “How can a harmless blanket be the vanguard of an alien invasion?”

Think about it.  Six months ago, we were all laughing at Snuggies, and pointing at the douchebags that bought them, and thinking things like this:

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Now, suddenly–EVERYONE HAS ONE.  They come in designer colors!  They come in PET SIZES.  They have appeared in the checkout line at every department store–even at my local supermarket (et tu, HEB??)  They literally jump into your cart and ride home with you, so that we have now adopted what is essentially the fleece version of a hospital gown (complete with hole in the back) as our new national costume.

Why else would a fad take off so quickly?  It’s like the Macarena and late 90′s boy-band wars rolled in to one massive fad, teenaged girls not required.  Clearly, the only rational explanation is that at some designated hour, the blankets will come alive and kill us in our homes, thus paving the way for the invasion force to take over our bodies.

Seriously, the Taliban wishes they had this kind of access to private homes.  (Actually, they probably don’t — in amongst the many things that no one’s saying about the new push to save Afghanistan from the Afghans is that the Taliban have expressed absolutely no interest whatsoever in conquering America — much like the Viet Cong never did in the 60s).

Think about it.  It explains a lot.  Granted, this could just be satirical rambling on my part, but maybe … well, I’m going to keep a box of tin foil handy.  Just in case …

My Life in Photographs

Wednesday, November 25th, 2009

So, I haven’t posted recently.  Well, here’s the story: on the way home from Atlanta, I was kidnapped by Tuareg nomads who happened to be roaming the luggage carousel at the Atlanta Airport for no particular reason, and I was held for a ransom of three thousand kilograms of gummy bears and a crate’s worth of the 1994 swimsuit edition of Sports Illustrated.  That having been completed …

Ah, who’m I kidding.  I got a cold in Atlanta that knocked me on my back for two days, and then I got to fly to Boston at the ass crack of dawn on Saturday morning for four solid days of meetings, networking, and restaurant food.

Finally, on Monday, I managed to get out of the hotel for a whole two hours to wander up the street to Copley Place, Boston Common, and the Old Granary Burial Ground, home to such American Revolutionary Heroes as Paul Revere, Samuel Adams, and the parents of Benjamin Franklin (who is, I believe, buried in Philadelphia).

Here are some photos from my wanderings:

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Old Granary Burial Ground

Old Granary Burial Ground

Happy Thanksgiving, y’all!

12 of 12: November 2009

Thursday, November 12th, 2009

I’m back!  I missed a month last month — it was very upsetting for me, but it couldn’t be helped.

Let’s launch right in, shall we?

8:06 am: Mopey Mocha

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Y’know, you’d think that it would make Mocha happy when I stay home from work, but it just seems to confuse and depress her…

8:37 am: Smile Pretty for the Camera, Dear

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I snap a photo of Ray and don’t show it to him so that he can’t tell me he doesn’t like how he looks in it.

8:40 am: Bone

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Ah.  That’s why she was moping.

9:00 am: All Hail the Browncoats!

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Shortly before leaving the house, Ray reminds me that there was a Halloween episode of Castle that we hadn’t seen that contained an homage by Nathan Fillion to his previous show, cult-hit Firefly (to whose cult I happily belong).  Sure enough, 12 seconds in, there’s Nathan, strapping on the brown coat and emerging from his room to the consternation of his TV daughter:

“What’s that?”
“I’m a … space cowboy.”
“OK, one, there are no cows in space, and, two, didn’t you wear that, like, five years ago?  It’s time to move on.”
“… but I like it.”

This elicits a squeal of delight from me of the sort that would have made my father very, very unhappy.

9:58 am: Packing

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I’m off to Atlanta for a conference.  I hate taking the large suitcase, and I hate paying to check luggage.  However, I’ve paid a ridiculous amount to ship stuff to this conference, and I’d like to be able to bring any leftovers home.  And, in my defense, the red backpack in the suitcase is all stuff for the exhibit table.

11:57 am: At the Airport

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1:14 pm: Into the Wild Blue Yonder

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1:18 pm: My Overpriced Airport Lunch

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You know you’re jealous.

3:17 pm (Austin) / 4:17 pm (Atlanta): I will not make fun of the guy in the obnoxious T-shirt oh, who am I kidding?

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Yes, I’m going to Hell.  This still isn’t why.

4:36 pm: Baggage Claim

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The good news about the Atlanta Airport is that by the time you take the escalator to the train to the terminal and up the escalator and finally find the baggage claim for your flight, your bags are already circulating.

5:29 pm: Room with a View

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Granted, the room only has this view if you press up against the glass, but it’s something.

7:02 pm: All ready!

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My corner of the exhibition booth is all set up!  Now it’s off to a reception (the word “stultifying” falls short — seriously, why bother having a mixer reception if you’re going to deliver prepared remarks through half of it?), a quick snack in the lobby of CNN headquarters (where I saw a picture of Anderson Cooper!), and off to early bed, because I’ve lost an hour over the course of the day — and need to keep it that way.  I’m on a roundtable at 8 am!

Hope your 12th was lovely!

 

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