Chicken Breast Dijon

“You tell nice stories, and sorry to hear about your mom.”

It’s been almost seven years now, so that didn’t really bother me until a couple hours later, as I was driving home, I realized how much I missed sharing stories with her. I fell into a funk.

It is said that Irma Rombauer wrote The Joy of Cooking to recover from her husband’s suicide. One sure way to crawl out of a funk is to cook something.

I pulled up MacGourmet, wrote down a few ingredients and stopped by Safeway:

Chicken Breast Dijon on a bed of Basmati Rice
Chicken Breast Dijon on a bed of Basmati Rice
Sunnyvale, California

Nikon D200, Nikkor 70-200mm f/2.8G VR
1/10sec @ f/2.8, iso 100, 70mm (105mm)

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A body is meant to be seen…

Seen while getting some brandy for my apples…

A body is meant to be seen…
A body is meant to be seen…
Safeway, Sunnyvale, California

Lumix DMC-LX1
unprocessed raw
1/13 sec @ f/2.8, iso 200, 6.3mm (28mm)

“Like the starlet, a bottle of good Merlot is generally soft, sensuous, and uncomplicated—offering the ripe, jammy fullness of a fine Cabernet Sauvingnon without its complexity or tannic backbite. It is the wine equivalent of Monroe’s sultry, dulcet voice signing “Happy birthday, Mr. President.”—not intellectually engaging but a delight nonetheless.”
—Mark Oldman, “Oldman’s Guide to Outsmarting Wine

Hmm, sounds a lot like my conference talks. Which, coincidentally, are about the only time I get to drink merlot.

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Random thoughts on my way to lunch

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About 10 years ago, the radio stations started playing 80’s music over lunch. Shouldn’t they start playing 90’s music? I mean there are only so many times I can listen to Electric Avenue.

Corollary: I need to find a new radio station. That, or remember to bring my iPod.

Never have anything electronic clipped to your belt, especially a cell phone. You’re not Batman. Besides, you’ll probably regret any photo taken of me five years later—“I thought that was a cool thing to have?”

Corollary: There is no way a headset is ever going to look good on you unless your name is Madonna. Take it off at the earliest opportunity.

Appletini

I got some new martini glasses today. As soon as I unpacked them, I washed them and put them in the freezer. Dave suggested I try to make some apple martinis with them. I try every drink on myself before subjecting anyone else to them, so a quick stop to BevMo, and I find my bartending skills have atrophied to the point of uselessness:

Four sips and I’m buzzin’

Four sips and I’m buzzin
Sunnyvale, California

Lumix DMC-LX1
1/20 sec @ f/2.8, iso 200, 6.3mm (28mm)

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Krugle

At ZendCon during one of my “wander around in a nice inebriated stupor while supposedly maybe promising M— that I’d go see Facebook’s API talk” times, I ended up at the Krugle booth and talked to Mel Badgett their V.P. of Product Management, which quite frankly, was much more interesting than learning about an API I already know about.

I suppose I should talk about Krugle because they gave me a $5 Starbucks gift card which will may have a little use when I’m out with friends who need to get their fix—by my count, that’s just about anyone here in the Bay Area.

For those who don’t know, Krugle is a code search engine, like the one Google has in their labs section. Only probably a fair bit more complete than Google’s because Google and vertical search has been an unmitigated disaster, IMO.
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What happened to the RAZR?

On the way to work today, I heard an radio commercial selling the Motorola RAZR going for $49.95. This might have sparked some interest if I didn’t already know you can make $50 by getting a RAZR with contract. It is really hard to believe that less than two years ago, Bill and I were talking about how the RAZR would be the next StarTAC—he ended up getting a RAZR, though I didn’t.

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That’s why I loved reading the Low End Theory article on the RAZR that was posted today.

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You tell that other boy, not to touch the woodwork