I protest [insert permit # here]

July 24, 2008 8:00 am – 8:00 am

The USA Today reported that the Chinese government will permit public protests during the Olympics, but only in three specially-designated city parks. The catch? Protesters will also need to apply for and be given permits. Chinese activists say it’s not terribly likely that the government will actually grant permits for anything that is even remotely controversial.

So, I guess all we’ll see are people protesting the overuse of MSG in Chinese food, or demanding that George W. Bush and Dick H. Cheney be prosecuted as war criminals.

Like the paper said… nothing remotely controversial.

What’s that burning smell?

July 11, 2008 11:24 pm – 11:24 pm

This evening, whilst riding from Waltham to Lexington to pick up our dinner order from Lexington House of Pizza, I noticed a burning plastic smell. We couldn’t tell if it was coming from inside or outside the car. Windows open… the smell got worse. Windows closed… the smell got worse. When we got to LHOP, I popped the hood, but found nothing. Outside of the car, there was no smell. Definitely coming from inside.

After picking up our dinner order, I decided to do a quick check in the back seat area, and quickly found the culprit. My cell phone charger had decided to short out, apparently. It had actually melted into the console add-on jack where it plugged in. The cord running from the add-in console to the utility plug had heated up, as well, and was stuck to the car’s carpeting!

Why the Sienna’s fuse didn’t pop before all that happened is a mystery. Why three separate in-line fuses also didn’t pop is a mystery as well. Why the Sienna’s fuse finally did decide to pop—long after the plastic melted—is an even bigger mystery.

In any case, my mobile phone charger is history, as is the thing it plugged into. Maybe I’ll spring for the original equipment version from Verizon next time rather than ordering online. I sure hope that the car’s utility plug can be fixed with a simple fuse.

Two more days in the Portland area

July 10, 2008 11:02 pm – 11:02 pm

I missed blogging yesterday because I needed to do some work. Yesterday, we started out at the Portland Museum of Art. There was an exhibit of art about Georgia O’Keeffe. There were also three parts of an apple embedded in the museum wall.

I think it might be a mackintosh. On the opposite wall, you could play checkers.

Well, maybe 3/8 of a game of checkers.

The museum also had some good impressionist pieces, most of which I’d seen before, but which were nice nonetheless.

After art, we decided to head over to Bayley’s Lobster Pound for lunch. They had some pretty nice sized lobster & crab rolls. We bought two lobster rolls and decided to share a crab roll to see how it was. It was pretty darn good. They all were, in fact. Bayley’s is carryout only.

So, we drove about two blocks to the beach and enjoyed our lunch on a bench overlooking part of Casco Bay.

Unlike at Red’s Eats, there was no wait at Bayley’s, and the prices were much lower ($10, as opposed to $17). I’m not positive that Red’s has more lobster, either. Although, at Red’, the rolls were toasted (we went to Red’s for lunch today).

After lunch, we headed back into Portland to take a trolley tour.

Doug, the driver, worked as a cab driver in NYC for 24 years before retreating to Portland. He told a few funnies, and seemed to be fairly well versed in the history of Portland.

As we arrived for a stroll around the grounds at Portland Head Light, he asked “Do you know the difference between a sightseer and a hitchhiker?” None of us knew. “About two minutes,” came the reply. “Be back on the trolley in 15 minutes.”

One woman really took her time—about 30 minutes. He had to circle the drive to get her attention.

Along the way, we saw lots of pretty sights, including the central city UU church, complete with the obligatory literary quote… this one from W.W. Auden, whom I don’t know if was a UU.

Other sights included flowers.

An observation tower that is completely above ground. The base is weighted with stones to keep it in place.

Street musicians.

And other stuff.

A children’s museum, where there is a prominent display of the children of Maine, according to Doug.

The Stone Man.

Another stone man… this one being HW Longfellow.

And lunch, of course.

This guy’s hair and beard could have been bought here.

For dinner, we went to David’s Restaurant. Sharon knows the manager. Karen had the mixed grill, and I had the lobster ravioli. Both were excellent.

Today, we headed off first thing to Red’s Eats in Wiscasset. The line wasn’t too long, so we decided to brave it. The lobster rolls were good, as usual. But, sitting in the sun wasn’t fun. After Red’s, I set a course for New Gloucester, where there is a Shaker village with folk art.

After that, we headed over to the Maine Wildlife Park, which is run by the state. There are a number of caged rescued animals living there. They couldn’t survive in the wild. Otherwise, I would have been ticked. Here are some of what we saw.

For dinner tonight, we decided to try Margarita’s, on St. John. The food was excellent. Karen had the taster’s sampler. I had the original steak fajitas. We both had Shipyard on draft. All was quite good.

After dinner, we decided to do a drive-by to see the area’s three UU churches. We revisited the one downtown, then drove out to the Allen Avenue UU church. Established in 1821, it’s a low-rise building that looks very modern. I suspect it’s been rebuilt a few times. Finally, we drove by the church on Main Street in Westport. It’s a more traditional building. After that, we headed back to the Comfort Inn, where I’m now blogging. The end.

Biding my tongue

July 9, 2008 9:08 am – 9:08 am

About 30 years ago, at a dinner with office and other acquaintances I heard someone say “butt naked” instead of “buck naked.” I was too polite at the time to question it. And, since Al Gore had not yet invented the internets, I couldn’t Google it to see if others had been mis-saying it, as well. Since then, I’ve heard “butt naked” repeatedly, and it makes me wonder about how language changes on the basis of misheard phrases. I just Googled the phrase. I got 1,1950,000 basic hits. When I Google the correct original phrase—buck naked—I get only 900,000 hits.

Sometimes, you don’t know what someone is saying until it’s captioned. Other times, you don’t know what someone is hearing, until they write it down. Today, I read someone write about “biting” their time instead of biding their time. I considered whether to alert her to the fact that she should have said “biding.” But, since I’m not her English teacher and this isn’t an assignment, and she didn’t ask me for a critical read, I think I’ll resist.

I just Googled “biting my time” and got 3,440 hits. Actually, it was 25 hits initially, but I decided to see the whole number, which included “entries very similar to the 25 already displayed.” I’m betting that both numbers grow. The correct phrase—biding my time—currently wins, at 167,000 hits. That number will probably grow, as well. But, I fully expect that “biting…” grows much more rapidly, like an uncontrolled virus.

Maybe this should be called linguistic mutation (linguistic mutation garners 1,190 hits). Having written that make me wonder if someone mishears garner as garter. It’s hard to know how to Google that one to see.

On a whim, I just Googled “biting my dime,” and got no hits. But, knowing how people mishear things, I know it’s just a matter of dime before it takes root. And, of course, once I click Publish in Word 2007, my own occurrence of “biting my dime” will be forever inscribed for The Google to find on the internets. This is not exactly stacking the deck, but it’s close.

Fresh local ice cubes!

July 8, 2008 11:07 pm – 11:07 pm

We went out and about in the Portland area today. I already blogged about the worst lobster roll I’ve ever had. The ambience at Two Lights, however, was pretty darned marvelous. Here are some of the sights we saw.

What’s that sticking out of the chimney?

The original “rock”ing chairs.

Upon leaving Two Lights, we headed for downtown Portland to see the Henry Wadsworth Longfellow house & museum. The men’s room featured a display of prohibition-era posters and art.

For dinner tonight, we decided to go to Dimillo’s floating restaurant.

The food was good, and the view out the window wasn’t too shabby either.

After dinner, we went for a drive to Falmouth Foreside. So, what are they famous for in Falmouth Foreside?

Need a closer look?

Still not convinced?

Yum! You just can’t beat those fresh native ice cubes.

Two Lights – Too Awful

July 8, 2008 5:36 pm – 5:36 pm

We had lunch today at Two Lights Lobster Shack near Portland, Maine. We had clam chowder and lobster rolls. This was absolutely the worst lobster roll I’ve ever had—and I’ve had plenty. This was the first lobster roll that actually was worse than having nothing at all. There were three major flaws with it.

First, the bun had been toasted a little, right… but not with butter. With canola oil. Yuck! Canola oil, to me, has this bitter and very unpleasant during and aftertaste.

Second, the lobster meat itself was practically tasteless. I’m not sure how they managed to remove the flavor from lobster, but they did. It’s like they soaked it in water or something to remove any suggestion that it had ever been anywhere near an actual lobster. Maybe they’re using whitefish instead of lobster? Soy protein?

Third, there was a huge dollop of mayonnaise just plopped atop the lobster, with paprika sprinkled onto it. I was able to remove much of the mayo, but it still permeated the lobster. A tiny bit of mayo is okay—but it has to be blended so that it just barely coats the lobster. Better, however, would have been no mayo at all and butter to dip it into. I’m guessing that whoever decided on canola oil simultaneously banned butter.

So, if you want to pay $16 for 3 ounces of lobster meat that has been pooped on by two tablespoons of mayonnaise, and tastes like a canola-mayo sandwich with no lobster flavor at all, then Two Lights Lobster Shack is just the place for you.

Next time, we’ll go back to Red’s Eats or one of the hundreds of other places that know how to make lobster rolls. Two Lights was too disappointing.

How was the chowder? Karen liked hers. Mine had way too many potatoes (and in huge pieces, rather than small cubes), and perhaps the meat of two clams in about 6 ounces of milk. It tasted okay, but wasn’t nearly clammy enough.

The scenery & location, however, are top notch. No way Two Lights Lobster Shack can mess up the rocky Maine coast, I guess. Well… maybe. I suppose they could dump canola oil into it.

From Boston to South Portland

July 7, 2008 9:38 pm – 9:38 pm

We’re in South Portland, at the Mall Comfort Inn… vegging out in preparation for getting Pizza by Alex in Biddeford for dinner tonight.

I finally uploaded some pictures from the trip to the computer.

On Sunday, we did some sightseeing with Katie, west of Boston. We went to Gropius House in Lincoln. Gropius was a Bauhaus architect who immigrated to the U.S. and built a cool house in Massachusetts in 1938. They used to have parties which were called (I am not making this up) Gropefests.

Our tour guide was a student from Syracuse.

This overhang was built at exactly the right height and size to eclipse sunlight in summer afternoons, and to let sunlight in on winter days.

Today, we revisited Biddeford Pool. This is a view overlooking the rocks off the coast of Maine.

In the other directions were wild flowers growing along the side of the road, between the road and the rocks.

Earlier, we stopped at an outlet mall in Kittery. This was in front of a candy store.

Are those tail fins? Think again.

Earlier still, we had lunch here:

You order your lobsters, then you eat them at one of the brightly colored picnic tables, overlooking the water.

Tonight, we revisited Pizza by Alex, in Biddeford. It’s still the best pizza in the world, but it would be better with beer, which they don’t serve. The founder, Alex Mantis, died this past year. His nephew is now running it.

Peabody, Mass

July 5, 2008 11:09 pm – 11:09 pm

We’re at the Springhill Suites in Peabody, Massachusetts. We left home at about 9:45 am and reached Katie’s apartment at just before 7 pm. Traffic was mostly okay, although we did lose perhaps 10 minutes or so due to an accident in Maryland.

The tire pressure light keeps coming on in the Sienna. The tires appear to be just fine. But, I guess appearances can be deceiving. On Monday, if it’s still happening, I’ll take it to a Toyota dealer in Maine and see what they say.

We had dinner at Anna’s Taquería in Brookline. It was decent, and decidedly not McMexican. Also quite cheap. Three of us left full for less than $18.

Tomorrow, we’re going to ASC, then to Campbell’s for a frozen lunch, then to Costco. We need to do some Italian restaurant research for tomorrow night.

Unlawful detention

June 13, 2008 10:11 am – 10:11 am

I applaud the Supreme Court’s decision from yesterday. I just wish the minority could imagine, for a single instant, that they had been imprisoned for six years without trial or hearing. McCain criticized the decision, saying “these are unlawful combatants.”

But, that’s precisely the point. How do we know they were combatants—let alone unlawful combatants—until there has been a legal hearing that declares them as such? After almost eight years of endless lies, why are four members of the U.S. Supreme Court and John McCain still willing to take this administration’s word for anything?

From where I sit, four years of McCain would be the same as four more years of Bush. The U.S. Supreme Court cannot survive additional Bush appointments. We can change. We must change.

Vote for Obama.

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April 30, 2008 7:18 pm – 7:18 pm

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April 17, 2008 8:05 am – 8:05 am

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February 26, 2008 12:01 pm – 12:01 pm

Push Poll

February 10, 2008 9:47 am – 9:47 am

I received a push poll call yesterday. Caller ID said it was from POLDATRES, calling from 703-263-9092. Googling POLDATRES, it appears that many others got the same call.

The call came in 17:57 yesterday (2/9/3008). They lead with a question asking if the callee has a favorable opinion of GWB. In theory, the Bush question could have been asked to determine which of several tapes to play. People who like Bush would be fed one line of BS, and people who don’t like Bush would be fed a different line of BS.

It would be interesting to compare notes to see if yes versus no respondents actually receive different sets of questions.

In either case, the call I got was trying to talk republican voters into NOT voting for Romney and voting for the Huckster (as far as I could tell) by asking “what if you knew…”-type questions.

The tactic reminds me of Maxwell Smart: “Would you believe that Romney and 5 illegal aliens are standing behind your kitchen door, ready to kidnap you at knifepoint and force you into gay marriage at a combination abortion clinic/wedding chapel in Las Vegas?”

The instigators are much more interested in affecting opinion than sampling it, and I would be amazed if it’s really a poll that’s tallying responses. They gave a disclaimer about non affiliation with any candidate, so I suspect it wasn’t 100% illegal. It was 100% stupid, though.

Frederick Douglass House

February 3, 2008 9:45 pm – 9:45 pm

We ate at the Fireside Grill in Lorton Station tonight. We both had the grilled sirloin. My first one was overcooked and really didn’t seem like a sirloin at all — not much flavor. They brought me a replacement. It was cooked okay, but was still very un-sirloin-like, and way too thin. The veggies were grilled and should have been good, but were seasoned with something that seemed inappropriate for vegetables.

We ate there back on December 28th, and everything was excellent. I don’t know if perhaps the good cooks had tonight off because of a football game, or what. Service was still quite good, but I’d think twice before having beef there again. Although… Karen’s sirloin was cooked perfectly and was the right type of cut. Perhaps they ran out of sirloin and were loathe to admit it.

Yesterday, Karen & I went to see the Frederick Douglass house in Anacostia. It’s quite pretty, and the tour was interesting and educational. Some pictures:

Not a bad view… You can see the Washington Monument.

I don’t know what the odd building is…

This was a strange clock.

ASC and Las Placitas

January 21, 2008 12:16 am – 12:16 am

We went to All Souls Unitarian in DC today. Having over 500 people at a service sure adds to the service. The choir sang wonderfully. Afterward, we had planned to go to a Belgian restaurant, but there was a 45 minute wait. So, we stepped across 8th street to Las Placitas Restaurant. We both had the mariscada, which was excelente. The seafood in it was really fresh, and the flavor was perfect. Their house cabernet sauvignon was also quite good. We plan to go back for their paella sometime.

Vista: Font size not big enough in Windows Mail’s main window?

January 13, 2008 4:27 pm – 4:27 pm

Do you find the default font in Windows Mail’s main window (see Figure 1 — shown after resizing to 12 points) too tiny to read? What? You say the default 9 points isn’t big enough? It’s not big enough for me, either.

Fortunately, it’s not cast in stone. It’s controlled by Icon text size, accessible in Windows’ Appearance Settings.

To change it, right-click on Vista’s desktop and choose Personalize. In the Personalization settings, click on Window Color and Appearance. From there, click on the link to Open classic appearance properties for more color options. Then click on the Advanced button to display the Advanced Appearance dialog box, shown below.


Click the dropdown arrow next to Item, and choose Icon. Set the Font: Size: control to the desired font size, then click OK. Back in Appearance Settings, click either on OK or Apply (the latter if you think you might want to experiment a little before settling).

This setting will also make any text on the desktop itself larger, as well. Now, for me personally, that’s that a bad thing, but you might want to experiment with Item Size: if the larger text results in text being clipped on the desktop or in other place controlled by the Icon Font Size setting.

Mert’s in Charlotte

January 6, 2008 12:07 am – 12:07 am

We’re at the Homewood in Charlotte, NC (on Yorkmont Road). I wanted fried chicken for dinner, and read about this place called Price’s. Unfortunately, they closed at 6 and aren’t open on Sunday. Instead, we went to this place called Mert’s. The chicken was soggy because of proximity to other items on the plate. Katie’s poached salmon salad was good, she said, but Karen’s pork platter was too refined and lacked fundamental BBQness. The highlight, however, was their cornbread. Definitely a winner.

Homewood Suites in Mobile, Alabama

January 4, 2008 1:12 am – 1:12 am

We’re at Homewood Suites in Mobile, Alabama. We rose this morning and went to the Louisiana Arts and Science Museum in downtown Baton Rouge. They had several interesting exhibit, including some pastels on paper by Will Henry Stevens, a modernist who worked in Louisiana. I’d never heard of him, but I did like some of his art.

After Baton Rouge, we decided to have salad for lunch, and ate at a famous American restaurant I won’t mention. With lunch in us, we hit the road for Mobile. Unfortunately, it was a bit late to appreciate the coastal route, so we came straight here.

Once here, we hit the web to see what might work for dinner. We ultimately decided on the Original Oyster House. IMO, it didn’t live up to the billings. The shrimp I had was all overcooked. Katie’s shrimp fettuccini Alfredo was good, but the beans and rice side dish had sausage in it. So much for avoiding red meat.

Rosedown and Oakley

January 3, 2008 10:25 am – 10:25 am

We’re in Baton Rouge, having spent good chunks of today visiting Rosedown Plantation in St. Francisville. Afterward, we walked around the grounds of Oakley in Jackson, Louisiana. We ate lunch at a little place in St. Francisville, called Feliciana’s Seafood.

We had dinner in Baton Rouge at a place called Drusilla’s Seafood. The latter was especially good. Karen had The Matthew, fresh fish pan sautéed crispy topped with a cheese and mushroom sauce. Katie had char grilled tilapia with meuniere sauce. I had the broiled seafood platter. Karen & I shared a split of Coppola Rosso cabernet. Not bad.

We’re at the Quality Suites. This room’s heater isn’t working correctly. I put myself to work turning it off and on for about a half hour. After about 20 tries, it finally stayed on, and the temperature of the room is now up to about 68 degrees (it was 60).

At Rosedown, there were a number of interesting sights…

From Rosedown, we drove to Feliciana’s to have lunch, and then to Jackson to take a look at some historical houses as well as to take a gander at the Oakley House, where James Audubon once lived as a tutor. It was there that he also wrote Birds of America. I haven’t read the book, but I wonder if it included the peacock and turkey.

New Orleans

January 2, 2008 11:11 am – 11:11 am

We’ve just spent our 2nd night on the 6th floor of the Country Inn & Suites in Kenner, LA. Yesterday, we ventured into New Orleans, in search of Storyville. We found it, and were also looking for Louis Armstrong Park. We encountered many closed gates. We were close to giving up, but decided to circumnavigate it in search of an entrance. Our diligence paid off, and we found a solitary open entrance… where there were myriad NO police cars that seemingly live there. In any event, the park is quite photogenic, and we took many pictures.

There’s this larger than lifesize sculpture of the larger-than-life Louis in the middle of the park. Trademark handkerchief and trumpet in hand, he’s watching over the place.

Some Asian tourists, whom Katie told how to get into the park, eventually found their way in, and one of them—who’d brought his sax—decided to play with Louis.

After the park, we drove around to see a number of the old jazz hangouts from Storyville’s days gone by. Unfortunately, many of them had been damaged or destroyed by Katrina. The amount and duration of the damage is mind-blowing.

We hit the Decatur Street area for lunch—Fiorella’s Café. Their fried chicken had been highly touted, but I found it overcooked and pedestrian. Karen & Katie had po boys (shrimp and chicken, respectively), which were also not up to par. Another legend bites the dust.

After lunch, we hit more spots, driving along Lake Pontchartrain and along the Mississippi. For dinner, we decided to have something healthy, so we hit this middle eastern place called Mona’s Café. It was quite good. We finished up our café day at Café du Monde, having beignets, coffee, and hot chocolate. Their beignets are still as good and as messy as I remember.