Flying the Frustrating Skies

Well, I made it to Vancouver in one piece, except for my peace of mind, which didn't really arrive intact.

Changi Airport's Terminal 3 is nice and new, with a lot of a Sea Barnacle theme going on. If you go there, you'd know what I mean. I initially thought that those were Big Brother Security Cams, but there's nothing inside. Found out later that those are Air-Con vents! Nice idea, if visually as appealing as giant barnacles.

I was happily anticipating my Vancouver Tech Comm conference and a few days thereafter of relaxing with friends, so I was in a nice mellow mood when I strolled into Terminal 3. Trying to get my boarding passes at the United counter was slightly trying, when they told me that although my United boarding pass was ready, the Air CanaDUH flight was scheduled for the day after. After a lot of brow-furrowing and exasperated e-ticket pointing, they confirmed that my e-ticket dates were correct, and told me to get the boarding pass for the Air CanaDUH flight in Hong Kong. Hm.. Okaaaay..

The Singapore to Hong Kong leg was fine, plain and uneventful. I even had the entire row of seats to myself. Wish I could have brought that with me though...

I was supposed to fly Air CanaDUH for the Hong Kong -> Vancouver leg. So I got off the United code-share flight, and speed-walked past sloths in human guise to arrive a short queue (yay!) of people, waiting to get boarding passes for the Air CanaDUH flight. And waited.
And waited.
And WAITED.
In the course of one hour, 4 people were served. Bleah! (un-yay!)

Turns out that Air CanaDUH "delayed" the flight to the next morning! ARRRRRGHHH! Pepperdemon and I harangued the counter staff mercilessly for alternatives (I'm imagining that the now-very-long-queue-of-frustrated passengers would have done the same thing). The haranguing must have worked, because an hour later, a frazzled-looking transfer counter person emerged from her cave to pass us Cathay Pacific tickets. Whoo hoo. (at least I got a seat).

Habitat Capitulation

ARGH!

One of life's most stressful, um, stressors has sunk its putrid claws into the conveniently located series of blowholes in my quivering psyche. It's time to.... Ban Jia! (oops, I mean, Move House, or perform a lateral translocation of the locus at which my corpulent collection of carbon, water, trace iron, calcium molecules, assorted protein-amino chains and adipose tissue prefers to dump its butt.)

The reasons for doing so (moving, not butt-dumping) are nefarious and myriad. Suffice to say that prevailing fickle but inexorably southward property market conditions preclude any attempts to imitate a mossy stone (as in, a rolling stone gathers no..).

But Hark! Alert Blog-readers will now have a light-bulb moment, and realize that my butt does have dump itself somewhere, since the favored domicile is now slated for Ownership Transference.

Today, I, the hereforetoknownas the attachee, to which the aforesaid butt is normally attached to, bravely went forth into the seedy underworld of cut-throats, brigands and clueless owners, otherwise known as www.condo.com.sg.

Yes, I registered myself there, searching hopefully-not-in-vain-y for suitable digs for butt-dumpage. Barely had I registered an e-interest in a few properties till/then/before a perfectly-normal-sounding-for-a-property-agent indicated somewhat excitedly through an invisible microwave wave that he had a Great Deal for me! Wow! (No, that was actually meant ironically). Fast work for 2 minutes of surfing... oh well, on to see my first (1st) prospective rental unit!

I hurriedly pulled on some decent clothing (ok, so I tend to slum it at home, big deal), and shuffled out to meet the agent, squinting in the bright Sunday sun while grimacing at three rowdy kids trying to splash hot, chlorinated pool water onto an obliviously roasting Caucasian in an alarmingly skimpy bikini (yes, it was a woman).

Said agent drove me ALL THE WAY, an entirely whopping 200,000 millimeters, to the neighboring condo. (Wow, what a guy.) We did the usual thing, him gesturing ineffectually at the 12 year old apartment's features, I murmuring meaningless nothings in reply etc. After I'd given all the rooms a prefunctionary glance (it was quite decrepit) the slimy protozoa had the wherewithal to try and corral me into signing a rental agreement on the spot. No amount of protestation would deter him, in fact, it only encouraged him to spout more gibberish and circular logic. Yeesh!

I quickly divested myself of his tenticular sales pitch and nonchalantly strolled out of the condo premises. I must admit, it was quite satisfying to see him age 10 years in 3 seconds, but he had it coming. The meeting and the showing of the hovel took a grand total of 5 minutes. Only an idiot (or completely inexperienced prospective tenant) would make a decision on the spot like that.

Bleah. Woe betide any other pushy agent from this day forward! Karrrrrrr-Poui!

Hiatus

Gee that was a long nap!

Lots of things have happened in the time spanning August 2007 and March 2008. Lots of boring work, office conflicts, workplace violence, anti-ethics training, you name it.

So why the sudden, seemingly-at-random resurrection of my blog? I'm going to Vancouver!! WhoohOoOoO! No, not for good. You don't get rid of me that easily.

Nope, I'm just going for the Doctrain West 2008 conference! In case you can't bothered to click the helpfully-provided hyperlink to see what it is I'm talking about, it's a Technical Communications Knowledge Sharing and Networking Conference For People Who Really Like To Use Initial Caps!

Ok, seriously, a Technical Communications Conference, where Technical Communicators (like me) go to hobnob, exchange biz cards, scrounge for possible career contacts, while attending helpful lectures and workshops to improve our skills and knowledge.

Aside from the 4 day conference, I'll also be going to visit friends and generally rubberneck in Vancouver, and blend in the million-or-so Occidentals milling around in Hongcouver.

I might be a little busy recording thoughts from all those seminars, but faithful readers can expect some blog activity! Oh yes, it'll be in early May. I'll try and post plenty pics too.

More Later.

Slightly-less-faux-Muffinery

Woot!

Made another 2 batches of Muffins on Sunday! (Am I on a roll or what? [yeah yeah, go snicker] )

Here's a blur pic. Sorry, but hands were too buttery and oily and zesty to manage a better one.
(Click the pic to see how blurry it is)

I made Coffee Walnut muffins (the darker one) and a modified version of the "Rich, Delicious Orange Tea Muffins", in that I added chopped peanuts. All just for my family to try out, since they like eating nuts, and one in particular really hates raisins. Which has nothing to do with the orange muffin recipe, since it doesn't have raisins in it at all, but I'm just saying..

If I had a picture of Batch#1 to show you, you'd have noticed that these are nicely formed, and symmetrical, unlike the gooey-Mr-potato-head types I made before.
Here's the secret - I used moulds. My turbo broiler is too small for the conventional muffin tray, so I managed to get my oily fingers on some tart moulds. Come see! (again, click the pic for a better view)
It was quite gratifying to see those suckers rise and brown nicely in muffin-like shapes...

And now, some random spot-the-cat-pics.

Aaaand, as a bonus, a What-the-hell-is-this-supposed-to-be pic.

heh! I should submit this pic to Engrish.com!

The almost-Muffin Man

Alas, the tumultuous life of the erstwhile muffin baker!


Apologies to my avid and crestfallen readers, for being too busy at work to blog, for I was... um, yeah, what I said.

Some of you might know that I caved in and bought a turbo broiler, since I was too broke to buy a full fledged catalytic convection oven, and also too broke to pay a carpenter for a cabinet to sit the damned thing in. Also, there's no space among the existing junk and detritus of my life's accumulated experiences to actually fit in a 55 litre oven.

For those of you who are kitchen-handicapped, a turbo broiler is nothing more than a big thermo-proof glass bowl with a heating coil and a fan. The coil heats up to a user-specified temperature, and the fan helpfully circulates the hot air around the bowl, thus cooking whatever is intended to be cooked. It's like a fan-assisted oven, except that it's round. And because it's round, I can't use a standard muffin tray!! :(
But I'm getting ahead of myself.

Ahem.

So, after enjoying a few roast chicken/pork chop dinners and pizza snacks, I blackmailed Pepper for her painfully transcribed-until-her-fingers-wore-down-to-wrist-stumps Muffin cookbook, and greedily scoured the e-pages for a suitable guinea-pig recipe. I mean, of course, a recipe that I could easily try out, not a Guinea-pig muffin. Although, the e-book does have savoury recipes like for bacon and cheese muffins, so perhaps the idea of a guinea-pig muffin isn't too far fetched. Apologies to my vegan readers. Please be comforted in the fact that, in the end, I chose an Orange Muffin recipe, aka Rich Delicious Orange Tea Muffin. (there's no tea in it, it's for Tea).

Virgin baker that I was, and muffin-tray deprived, I set about halving the recipe and constructing silver foil muffin cup supports. Kinda like Madonna's performance bra, except much smaller. And I had 4 of them. And those cups wouldn't have been able to hurt anyone, unlike said person's bra cups, which could put an eye out. Serves the eye right for ogling in the first place.

So, virgin baker that I was, I muffed up the first half-recipe, in that I confused the full-recipe wet ingredient quantity with the half-recipe quantity for melted butter. While the first four muffins that emerged steaming from Muffin Forge™ looked slightly too bronzed (I had to adjust for time and temperature), they actually tasted a little too much like orange scones. And looked rather mutant-like, for muffins, since the dough was deficient in butter.

The second batch turned out much much better, moistrous (heh), more even, and less craggy. Tastier too (with that much butter, why not?). You could say that the first batch was rather like David Niven in the original Casino Royale, and the second batch like Daniel what's-his-craggy-face in the remake of Casino Royale.

So I shall present two sorry specimens to Muffin Mistress™ tomorrow morning for her disapproval.

Unfortunately for one particularly interested reader, this was all that was left... since i forgot to take more pics...

A night at Le Bistrot

Roasted Goat's Cheese!

Poor man's Caviar (the one in the small bucket) - garlic puree, chicken liver mousse and somethings...


Dark Chocolate Tart!

These were just some of the offerings some friends and I feasted on at my friend Thaddeus' newly-relocated restaurant, Le Bistrot. If you're ever in the mood for good, unpretentious french food, drop by!

I had the Goat's cheese entree, and the Pig's Head Galette main course. They don't serve a Ter Tau like an illegal moneylender trying to get money back, but rather it's all cut up, breaded and served like a roasted terrine. It's quite flavourful and very tasty. It's a little fatty, but it's soothing. The stuffed rainbow trout was good too.

I got there early, and worked my way through the various construction sites surrounding the Stadium Waterfront area, and found and this bridge connecting the Waterfront dining area and the expensive condos on the other side of the river. Quite peaceful, and picturesque.

The company was good of course, I had a grand time telling them all about my roommate and Pepper's too.

One of my dining companions runs her own Cookie Bakery. If you need cookies, call Christine!

So much for the Easy Stuff

In case any of you have been wondering why there have been so few entries of late, it's because nothing of real interest has happened to me lately.

Except for work. Then Work, and also WoRk.

However, for my friends outside Singapore, here's a pic of my usual type of lunch at the nearby hawker center (outdoor food court):
Doesn't look like much, but it's mixed veggies, with a chicken thigh in curry and a fried egg (the yolk I dump). Quite yummy, and relatively affordable.

Also, I've posted a pic of my workspace in Cleveland, so I think it's only far that I post one of my workspace here in Singapore:
As you can see, it's not really a cube. on the other side, are two people, and we're sharing 360 degrees worth of space. It's nice open space, but walking through the office is a little difficult. On the plus side, I have a Cisco IP phone and an LCD monitor, and a docking station. You can also see the little kettle I use to heat up water for my french press, and the coffee mug and aforementioned Bodum cafetierre.

Hm. That's about as much as I can stretch it. Looks like I'll have to start scouring my noggin, looking for blog-worthy topics!

Hmm. I could tell you about the bag of potato chips that I bought from the supermarket that turned out to have been surrepticiously 'sampled' by a rude shopper.

I know. How about this:
For those of you who don't know Bahasa Malaysia - it's Lizard Man! and something like "A blockbuster film with a budget of Malaysian Ringgit 5.2 million (USD 1.5m?), and "a Super-hero comedy". Almost collapsed laughing when I saw that.

To the Unknown Coffee Joint

Wouldn't you know it? I was so enthralled by the good espresso that I totally forgot to take a pic of the front of the shop!!! Arrrghh!

In case you're wandering around Suwon looking for the place, go look for this statue's butt:
It's on the left - if you click the pic, you can see a white-ish sign with a hand-powered burr grinder on it. Go get some coffee, you won't regret it! Pity they didn't provide receipts...
I did, however, manage to take a pic of Pepper's Americano - which, unlike the majority of coffee joints, did not come from a brew flask! Shame on Gloria Jeans at the Incheon Airport!!
Crema's gone because Pepper needed it to cool down a bit. And the stirrer was already there..

Walking around in Suwon In Search Of Food yielded some interesting sights, like this Titanic Restaurant:
and a few occurrences of weirdo naming of pubs:
Seeing as how Pepper and I gorged on Cow and Pig the night before, we decided to go simple - at a Ramen place. Of course, I mean having a simple meal, not being nuts at a Ramen place. Although we were a little overwhelmed at the end of the day with this bit of visual overload
made slightly worse by the apparent disorganization
The wall surfaces you can't see in this photo were covered with a gazillion yellow, green, red, pink and purple post-its, with scribblings in Korean and various cartoons. The picture previous to this shows a customer's rendering of some sort of an egg, for a basket of eggs in a basket, that was on each table. Don't know if those eggs were raw, boiled, or preserved. The cartoon does not look reassuring.

Anyway, on to dinner pics:
Free flow Kimchi! (the brown pot with the red tongs (that looks like an unlit candle)). Pepper's dinner is in the metal lunch pot. Her dinner only filled half of it, so she was forced to pour out some onto the kidney bowls. The round pot is
Spicy soup ramen (lamyeun) with an egg in it. Plain, but tasty and comforting (especially when it's 2 degrees Celcius out at night).

Day 1 in Korea

..of course, I actually arrived in Korea at about 5pm the 'first' day, but this day is the first complete day in Korea. So, Day 1 it is.

Pepper and I waited patiently for the 'hotel' shuttle service (it's actually a shuttle taxi operated by the Stay 7 serviced apartments, but... same thing) to appear. We got gestured into a saloon car, and were whisked off in several directions at once. Or so it seemed, anyway.

Our driver and the Marketing Manager/Human Global Positioning System / Impolite pointer of directions brought us around what seemed to be most of the districts in Suwon. We were wildly overcoming centrifugal force while navigating the maze of impatient Korean drivers on their way to being stuck in rush hour. I must comment that drivers in Suwon have levels of impatience surpassing Singapore and New York. Barely 10 nanoseconds pass between the nascent gleam of a green traffic light and the I'm-pressed-for-time-and-you're-a-slow-idiot-driver car honk.

After a lot of gesturing, laughing and u-turning, our Korean Driver/unGPS team finally decide they know where to go and promptly deliver us to a Samsung manufacturing plant. Oops! Wrong building. Attempt number 2 is mildly more successful. They deposit us (after 70 mins of a hot and wild horizontal roller-coaster ride) at the gates of the manufacturing complex and wave us vaguely toward a cluster of boring-looking buildings.

Pepper and I trudge off, confused, but relieved to be let off the Korean Mystery Journey Express. Amidst the monochromatic brown landscape of a pre-spring Korea, this stood out:
No, the building behind isn't the company building. It's a Renault factory.

It was a long walk up to the office, sun-drenched but the slowly rising temperature cooled my overheating pate. Imagine having to climb up this to get to the office. It had to be right at the top...
No wonder most of the office people were slim! (later, we found out that it was because of the cafeteria food).

The day passed quickly as we slogged through our alloted Herculean tasks.
Picture of note. Here's an example of the rubbish bin in the meeting room that was our work area: We got the friendly and helpful Executive Assistant to book us a more knowledgable cabbie, and he got us back to Stay 7 in a wonderous 25 minutes. Hooray for a functioning non-human GPS navigation system!

Pepper and I felt a vague desire to try something ethnic, so we wandered around the area near our apartments for a likely establishment. We avoided overly-dingy looking shops, and the far-too-common Japanese restaurants and fake Western joints. We finally ended up at a Korean BBQ place with an untranslated menu, and no chairs. We were offered "Cow!" and "Pig!" and shown to a large, low table, where we able to use foot/sock odours to whet our appetites. One interesting side dish we had was Raw Crab, preserved in honey/chili sauce. It was cold, sweet and lovely, if not cloying. The Cow was delicious! No pics though - too smokey and oily. Go to any Korean BBQ place, and the food might look the same. Just the freshness of the Cow that varies.

After stumbling away from the restaurant and massaging all the kinks out of our sorry joints, Pepper and I decided to assuage our caffeine withdrawal at a place that advertised fresh coffee.
Man, the coffee was the best I'd tasted! Expertly pulled shots, with loving care lavished on each cup served!

More, next post!

Conjuror of Congees Kimchi

Poor Me.

Having barely recovered from North American Jet-Lag, I headed straight into a sinus infection, then...WHAM! (no, not George Michael and the other guy)..
Office Martinet decides that Pepper and I need to help out some Korean tech writer. So with barely two day's notice, here I am...
OOps! Wrong pic. That's Bucky (black) and Otterboy chowing down on fresh kibble.

Let's try that again. "..here I am".. Ah! Nice 'living room' in Stay 7 Suwon, in Suwon, Korea. Other than empty shelving and and a desk area strikingly similar in its spartan starkness, this is it.
I have a nice little kitchenette, with another desk. But at least this apartment has non-stick cookware. but no knives of any sort. For my alert readers, yes, the pictures are bigger. This is purely for my other readers who have complained that the earlier pics were too small, and they didn't realise that clicking on a pic gives you a niiiiice biiiiiiig pic.

My first night was uneventful, just a little weird - went to the Outback Steakhouse. Huge Language barrier. Fortunately, they had a young-Bruce-Lee like person who spoke a smattering of English, enough to take our order, and give Pepper a doggy bag for a huge plate of pasta she couldn't finish.

The next morning, before being carted off to work (that's a story for tomorrow), Pepper and I initiated our Coffee Quest (yes, the serviced apartment serves breakfast, but their coffee is like dirty water).
Finally found a coffee joint that opened at 7.30 am... but all open and lit, but no one around. We could have gone behind the counter and made our own coffees, but we were too civilised.

One fresh-faced Korean Maiden eventually strolled in, and set about S-l-o-w-l-y setting up shop. While we were standing in front of the counter, waiting for to apologize for showing up late, and to take our orders for coffee. No Such Luck.

After half an hour of watching her putter around behind the counter doing ritualistic coffee things (she was obviously a trained minion, but not a devotee), nothing happened. She continued ignoring us, and continued heating up mysterious containers of steaming liquid, and washing dishcloths in the basin. We left in disgust. No eye contact, nothing. So Thank You Tuck's Espresso, for wasting our time, and congratulations on losing our custom!

More on better joints, next post!

More updates coming

It'll be slower, since there are potentially less alarming or interesting things happening to me.. but you'll never know.

More to come, especially when I iron out my stupid Internet connection at home. Starhub sucks!

The Cloisters

Sorry for taking so long to post this one - 30+ hour travel from Ohio to Singapore is truly a snoozing matter.

So, The Cloisters. What is a Cloister anyways? Something in close proximity (Khalwat)? Something buried deep in a cupboard? Now that the mists have parted, on with my travelogue.
The Cloisters Museum was my last scheduled stop in New York. Decided to use up my Metro transit card and took a long traffic-fouled bus journey from 51st street to 191st. Doesn't sound too far, but with New York's traffic, it was almost a 2 hour journey.
Along the way, I was trundled past the Cathedral of St John the Divine, a Gothic cathedral STILL in construction.
Front-ish view
Back-ish view After a false alightment at Fort Tryon park (yes, Tryon, it's not a typo)
I finally came to the battlements of this wonderful Medieval museum.
The museum was blissfully empty for a while, but a high-school excursion and a tour group with a shrill tour guide put an end to my bliss. I was running from tapestry to chapel to cloister, in a futile attempt to escape the ravening horde. This graven image soon became my constant companion: (praying for succor - think about it)

Barbarian hordes aside, I found delightful views, such as a graven coat of arms of the Porcelot family, very apt for this Chinese Zodiac year. A deserted (for the winter) outdoor cafe area The museum even had a gallery of roundels depicting modern day workplace scenarios: Who knew those crafty medieval artisans also practiced prestidigitation? (take that George!)

But alas, my trip down memory lane was over and I had to endure another traffic-fouled-double-hour seat warming exercise back into the city, only to have to rush to catch my airport shuttle bus. [sigh].

The Morning After
Yes, this was my plane, scheduled to take me from Ohio to Detroit. I kid you not, it truly went pthptpthpthpthpthpthtppththththththppthth all the way, except for when it was trying to land, and the entire cabin started imitating a paper cone subwoofer.

Well, 30 hours later, I landed in wet old Singapore, where everything looked foreign. Adjustment time... I miss Ohio [sob] and the weather there. I was glad to be away from roomie's stinky food though. When I checked the fridge to make sure I hadn't left anything behind, I smelt something suspicious from the packet of raw meat from his half of the fridge. Urk.

It was a walk in the park

but I need some fuel, don't I?
Had breakfast at Burger Heaven (yeesh!) while waiting for MoMA to open up. My first and last corned beef hash...

MoMA was interesting, but a little too abstract for me. So I thought I'd try the Guggenheim. Bright idea eh? Turns out it was a dud, because the entire grade school population was there too.
Decided to abandon the attempt, and had a light lunch on a bench near Central Park. I ate about half of it before I took a pic. It wasn't that light...
I decided to abandon the nearby plethora of museums and trek the Park!
Here's the semi-ubiquitous (hi Jeanette!) icon of the park..
Click the pic to zoom in... trust me.

Central Park is really spectacular, even in the last throes of winter. Even in melting ice, it's beautiful, a reservoir of serenity in a city pulsing with impatience and hypertension.
A saw a few die-hard joggers, sweat rolling ineffectually through plucked eyebrows, expectorant pluming in the cold, hard air.

I deliberately strode and stumbled counter to the recommended counter-clockwise direction of movement in the park. Why? I was already footsore, and I needed to get southwards.
Nice lake.
This morning, I saw my first central park squirrel.
Apparently, he didn't like me interrupting his meal, cuz he tried to brain me with a nut a minute later. Sat down for while to re-tie my shoelaces for the 15th time, and then hobbled (but in a New York fashion) to the Museum of Natural History, to get an IMAX Cosmic Collisions movie, narrated by the other Ole Blue Eyes, Robert Redford. Not enough foot power for an extended tour, but the museum is a definite re-visit for next time!

Tomorrow, the Cloisters!

Fluff is better

Man.

Company was good. It was dramatic, it was funny, it was Sondheim.
There was no band or orchestra or pre-recorded track. They were great!

Mamma Mia! is, by comparison, a sitcom. BUT, The music! It was all re-recorded, but it retained all the little musical gems that any ABBA fan remembers. Lots of old great hits, but put into new context. Kudos to the music arranger, the writer and the cast! It was soooo funny! Visual and physical gags galore! Some of the costumes were so kitschy, they were perfect howlers.

[Sigh] Why can't we have this kind of quality in Singapore?

On a completely unrelated topic, I had dinner at the Montparnasse, chosen from their Pre-Theatre menu, which was a Prix Fixe.

Duck Terrine appetizer (those are two pieces of crunchy toast, not deep fried sow's ears)
Coq Au Vin with mashed potato and chopped salt pork (chicken was dry, but gravy was nicely smokey - it was interesting, but far from the best coq au vin I've had - I'm using the Parisienne version as a benchmark)

And for dessert, Creme Brulee and a Doppio Espresso (why do American waiters always confirm that this is a Double EXpresso?). No pics because the pic I took was ugly.

Phew! Time to rest me poor abused feet. More walking to maybe the Guggenheim, Moma, or the Cloisters...

Oh, if you see footage of the Protest Against the Iraq war in New York, look for me in the background. I'm one of the few thousand people wearing black.
Like the St Patrick's day parade, and maybe footage of ConEd examining some manholes around 55th St. Yes, I walked everywhere today.

Scenes from Six Hours on a Sunday

A selection from all the images for the first 6 hours of my day.

My first breakfast in New York, at Cafe Metro. Food was just OK, but they had surprisingly decent coffee, even if it was a drip brew. Where are all the small specialty coffee stores?
10am, the morning after St Patrick's day parade. There're very few people on the road, and crappy ice is still on the roadside, making walking across intersections an Olympic-class effort. There's the long-jump, the 1 meter hurdles, and the 5 foot puddle crossing.
What may be New York's thinnest high-rise, near Madison Square Park. To be confirmed!
Spot the red birdie!
Virgin Megastore at Union Square! Took me about an hour of walking, puddle-dodging and dangerous-looking-groups-of-men avoidance to get there, but it was worth it. Managed to find Broadway musical CDs and DVDs!
At Union Square Park, on my way to lunch, a big fat squirrel determined to eat nuts, oblivious to any two-legged threat bobbling by
And, the same not-so-little guy from 5 feet away
Lunch! I finally make it to a seafood/crab place - my one indulgence for the day. Other than the Broadway musical tonight, and the potato chips for tea..um yeah. Ahem. King Crab roll, with preserved old ginger (appetizer).
The main course, Seafood Pan Roast with linguini. Very Yummy!
Drama in New York! Concerned New Yorkers peacefully protesting the protracted Iraq war, escalating tensions with Iran, and generally, the Bush administration.
Couldn't tell which building they were circling, if they were at all...
Whoa... Time to rest up for this evening.