Perspectives from the worlds of medicine, technology, and that other thing.

Monday, December 17, 2007

Enough Turkey

Nothing's bloggier than a blog about blogging on another blog. TV happened! Mikey Likes TV talked about it! A [very local] celebrity was involved!

Saturday, November 10, 2007

Butterbarbell Turkeys

Is 408-East keeping the tradition alive? The SF chapter hosts tomorrow and flying standby is cheap I hear.

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Many of us will be out of town or otherwise busy on Thanksgiving proper, and as it's a celebration of things we appreciate, we'll be hosting a pre-Thanksgiving Thanksgiving dinner for the friends of 3005 23rd st. After all, good friends, Guitar Hero, and free food* in a conveniently nearby location make up a good percentage of what you have to be thankful for. Probably double-digits.

We'll be aiming for a 7 o'clock dinner. Tivoed "60 Minutes" is on at 8:00. The backup Indian food will be ordered at 6:30. Get your requests in.

* Now about the food. We can promise the staples: some manner of turkey, potatoes, gravy, wine. We'll also encourage everybody to bring a little something to share. You know... Cranberry Sauce, Jello Parfait, Olde English. Whatever makes it feel more thanksgivingey for you. Our kitchen is available for prep.

This can be productive as well. Think of it as a practice Thanksgiving where you can test your new recipe for spinach-cranberry sauce on non-blood-relatives before subjecting your own gene pool to Necrotizing Fasciitis on game day. It's Darwinism, though some amount of I.D. in dish selection would be appreciated.
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Wednesday, August 08, 2007

More Evidence Yet for Evolution

I should be half dead. Millions richer, but half dead. The principle of self-preservation just cost me several million dollars (and a pair of broken sunglasses).

Barry Bonds's 756th home run ball landed close enough for me to smell the cologne he was wearing when he hit it (BTW Barry, Nautica Competition is sooo 1992 Pittsburgh Pirates.)

Unfortunately, I left unscathed; with nothing to show for the struggle but the passing barroom fame of having been a row above the scrum from which the world's newest millionaire emerged.

But at least I wasn't the only one to whiff:


This wasn't my first dose of Barry Bonds-related history. I'll accept game invitations to an eventual A-rod attempt.

[Update: clarified which homerun it was (the big one.) There are videos linked from the comments.]

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Wednesday, June 13, 2007

I Wonder if "Toffeeright Infringement" Is Next

Before anyone had made friends with Carl Schurz or Bagel Bob, moving to the Upper East Side seemed like a clear-cut bad idea. The only bar within walking distance was The Big Easy [don't bother fact-checking that one, it's the only one], the nearest subway stop was at Union Square, and it was municipal law to tip your doormen and elevator operators double what it would cost to rent an apartment in the hyper-affordable East Village. So, when my girlfriend said she'd be moving there in '04, I scoffed at the idea, saying "Nobody lives up there other than rich white women." Confused by the reference to an apparently well-dressed stranger, she sincerely asked me, "Who is Rich Whitewomen?" A laugh-track was cued, there may have been a slide whistle involved, and a timeless emoniker was born.

Several years and hundreds of invitations to funnel illicit Nigerian funds into America at a handsome profit later, richwhitewomen lives on at various domains. You can imagine my disgust when, after reading a harmless article about 5 Boroughs' Staten Island Landfill ice cream, I found the ice cream named after the Upper East Side: Rich White Vanilla.
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I think we can all agree that Staten Island Landfill ice cream sounds delicious and funny, and that the related boycott is way out of line. But blatantly ripping off my original idea that the Upper East Side is best characterized by richness and whiteness is too much. Someone needs to put a stop to these Pat Boone creameryists, before richwhitewomen goes the way of my former email addresses, cherrygarcia@phantasytour.net and newcoke@theinternet.

Wednesday, March 21, 2007

Shack's Back

If there's ever a topic worth blogging about, it's the opening of the Shake Shack.

The official opening is today, Wednesday, at 11am, but Eater ran a post at around 11am Monday saying the Shack would be soft serving (get it?!?!?) at noon. Realizing this might be the only lunchtime with a tolerable line, I shanghaied two really pretty girls (just like last year) and got on line.

The result was predictably thrilling: a delicious, appropriately sized and salted burger served In-N-Out style on a potato bun. My experience with the Shack last year was a gentle downward slope, from perfect in March to tired in November. The hibernation did wonders, nuff said.

But what made this experience even more bloggable (and what took me 36 hours to produce) is the newly-found and indisputable evidence that I, lowly SS devotee, got served before esteemed foodwriter Ed Levine. Indisputable!, courtesy of Serious Eats' Flickr stream.

Indisputable! (Click for a ridiculously high-qual version and see for yourself.):

Saturday, January 13, 2007

History as it exists inside my head

It is MLK day, so I'll talk about the Martin Luther King, Jr as he exists in my imagination. This is like writing a scholarly work without doing any research, so understand that anything I say here is by definition apocryphal, or not really, depending on who wins when one wrestles with the word apocryphal. For instance, some definitions include the stipulation that an apocryphal story be of dubious authenticity AND be widely circulated and believed to be true. Clearly what I say here will satisfy the first criterion, but it will not likely be widely circulated, nor believed to be true.

That MLK has an official holiday is offensive to his memory. At least he deserves a holiday (remind me to do an entry on columbus day 2007), but if he could see that a country that so half-heartedly embraced his ideals officially honors him anyway, he would be mightily and eloquently enraged.

The holiday that co-opts him remembers his earnest and optimistic battle against segregation, and by proxy against racism in the south. He changed laws and attitudes with moral force and intellect. He was an orator, in a time when eloquence rather than marketing was a unit of political capital. He saved us from some embarassing and backward legislation. This was certainly a movement everyone can agree to honor in retrospect.

The MLK in my mind is not proud of these accomplishments, because I remember the man as he left off. As his knowledge and activism expanded from local to national to global, he began to refigure the scale of the problem of injustice. He travelled to the north and found racism there too, racism that scared him a lot more. This wasn't the cartoonish racism of segregated drinking fountains; this was insidious, systemic, subtle.

He found large black communities already deep in the grip of the cyclical social problems poverty engenders. These communites had been oppressed long enough that a blow had been dealt to their moral fiber. In cities quick to incarcerate a black man and slow to educate him, a cycle of incarceration, crime, teenage pregnancy and drugs had already been established. Fear set in. Had the accomplishments in the south just been to convince the legislature that racism couldn't be codified? How much harder would it be to fight racism that lives in between the laws? The grand scale of history became clear. The 20 year old black man in prison, working eight hours a day for a few cents an hour was still a slave. He was part of the same historical system of oppression and struggle for resources as a Vietnamese family caught in the midst of a war betewen the US and the Soviet Union.

So MLK's activism became global. He began to speak out against issues that made him seem radical. He began to denounce the Vietnam war before this was politically acceptable, and for this he was ostracized and reviled. He was abandoned by the NAACP, who, in their defense, had to play politics. But King was done with politics. He was beholden to the truth, and he understood history well enough to know that the truth he was to speak would cost him his life. Without fear, without the slightest inclination toward violence he presaged his own death.

Today is as good as any to think about this man and what his life meant, but don't let the government fool you into thinking he was on their side.

Friday, December 08, 2006

Cut On The Bias

There are a lot of reasons to love the New York Times, but their ability to call President Bush dumb in the subtlest of ways is what really keeps me coming back. In an article published today about Prezbo's reaction to the Iraq Study Group's general drubbing of his war strategy (the s- word used obviously sparingly), they wore their faded Call Bush Dumb T-shirt in especially bitchy mode:
“'You wanted frankness — I thought we would succeed quicker than we did,' the president said to a British reporter who asked for candor."

If only they had let the recorder run long enough to hear, "If you remember, we asked for candor, stupid!"

As the potency of the Bush regime continues to fade, is anyone else noticing the surprisingly mellower essence of lovable loser? Bush-bashing is hardly even fun anymore!

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Saturday, November 04, 2006

Rasterbate

Rasterbation has been around for several years, but it's new to me. I swear. I never used to do it. Now I can't stop. Some days it's all I can think about. This all started when I found out about the rasterbator.

The concept is simple. A rasterized image is just one that is made into dots. The rasterbator rasterizes any image and outputs a PDF document of dots. You control how many sheets of paper the PDF document should be, and thus how large the final image is. There is no limit to the size. At a distance, an enormous rasterbated image looks photorealistic.

This is great for:
1. Pranks
2. Art
3. Prank Art



Surprised to find me in your room? Don't respond by defiling the rasterbation.



I now have such luminaries on my wall as Nathan Lucash, Lauren Hough, Craig Antosh (ret.), Caitlin Donovan and Daniel Stenson. No Fred Fang.


Google: Rasterbator

Friday, October 20, 2006

A Mashup for a Good Cause

Gap PRODUCT RED (featuring supermodel Christy Turlington and superactress Dakota Fanning):


Meet Gap PRODUCT PINK:


How's that make you feel about AIDS?

(Fast Hugs has more on PRODUCT RED, plus even more about vaginas.)

Thursday, October 12, 2006

Red hair genes up skin cancer risks!!