Friday, September 5

24-Hour Turnaround

Yesterday's funk has passed...

1. I've got a bunch a houses to look at tomorrow.
2. Nothing to be done about this, but at least I'll get back to The HBG in a few weeks.
3. The pageantry is over, now the real battle begins.
4. "It's merely a flesh wound!"
5. Times of clouds and sun, high 71 degrees.

Plus the draft of the report is almost done, I've got good new music to listen to, and the office closes early today. I am, to quote Dan Wilson, feeling strangely fine.

Have a great weekend, everyone!

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Friday, May 30

Music Friday: Music Intelligence Quiz

Here's a fun little music quiz created by eMusic. It's a mix of pretty easy questions and "who the hell knows that?" stuff.

Music Intelligence Quiz

I scored a 141, just below the "musical magician" level. Not sure how the scoring works, since I got 24 right out of 30. I'm guessing some questions are weighted differently than others. If you care, the ones I got wrong were #5, #9, #12, #16, #20, and #27. I'm embarrassed about two of those.

On another musical note, don't forget: Mike Doughty's free show at ABC is this Saturday. It's part of their 11th anniversary festival -- there's live music outside starting at 4:00, and then Doughty and Scrap Livingston play inside at around 9:30, followed by a DJ set by Doughty into the wee hours. Should be a blast!

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Friday, October 12

Music For a Friday Afternoon

(Gym on Wednesday, plus volleyball last night. Ask me about my bruises!)

It's a beautiful day in The Hbg. Time to mix myself a Midtown, sit on the steps, and crank the stereo.

Join me, won't you?

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Thursday, September 27

Restaurant Review: Morimoto, Philadelphia PA

Our anniversary was earlier this month (six years! Holy crap!) and we celebrated by ditching the kids and getting loaded. We did other things, too, like visit the Please Touch Museum, and take Zo to a friend's house to watch the Kipona fireworks, but the centerpiece was the part where we took the train into downtown Philly and ate fantastic food and drank amazing wine, secure in the knowledge that our girls were in the very capable hands of Daryl's aunt & uncle and their three girls.

We went to Morimoto for our anniversary last year, too, and it was great. The only bummer was that Daryl was pregnant -- not a bummer in itself, of course, but it precluded her from eating raw fish or drinking alcohol, which meant her Morimoto experience was severely curtailed. So we decided to go back so we could do it right this time.

I continue to be impressed by the space the restaurant is in. After walking through the frosted front doors off the mean streets of Philly, you quickly feel like you've entered a different world. The dining room is a single, open room with a sushi bar at the back of it. The ceiling is light wood slats, and it isn't flat, it has a bit of an undulation in it. The walls are covered with what looks like cast fiberglass, also in a wave/abstract art pattern. All the lighting is recessed and/or behind the fiberglass panels, so it's all indirect. The tables (the 4- & 6-tops in the middle of the room) are separated by Lucite dividers with lights in them that slowly change color over the course of the evening. The overall effect is one of being underwater, but in a good way. The bar, by the way, is upstairs at one end, and you can sit and look out over the entire floor while you enjoy your pre-dinner drink.

We didn't do that this year, since we were running a little late (what else is new?), so we immediately sat down, ordered martinis, and checked out the menu. We didn't look for long, though, because we had pretty much decided to go with the omakase, which is the Japanese word for "entrust" and is basically Morimoto's "let us feed you" option. The only choice we had to make was which price level to go with, and we went the Goldilocks route, opting not for the cheapest or the most expensive but trusting that the one in the middle would be just right, and it was. For good measure (and due to the fact that we were taking the train home) we went for the mid-range wine omakase as well -- a glass of wine or sake matched to each course.

The meal started with a little amuse bouche. Since Daryl got the same thing I got when we were there last year, I'll just re-print what I wrote then:
The first course was a hamachi tartare, with bits of crunchy onion mixed into it, served with Osetra caviar, mirin, and wasabi, with a yamamomo (tiny red fruit). It was AMAZING -- creamy, a little crunchy, salty, sweet, a perfect combination.
My first course was a small glass of gazpacho with fresh horseradish and an oyster. I think that in this day & age it takes a pretty damn good soup to rise above the cliche of "chilled soup served in a cocktail glass for first course," and this one did. Both our dishes came with a glass of Moet & Chandon White Star NV champagne.

Daryl's second course was very similar to what I had had last year -- last year our server called it the "hot oil" course, but if I remember correctly he was sort of a tool, so let's call it a crudo of hamachi, served on microgreens with fresh cilantro and chili oil. Very tasty, as was my diced scallop, liberally seasoned with black pepper, topped with parmesan cheese, and grilled. Fish and dairy is a tough combo to pull off, but this was excellent.

The wines with this course were fascinating. My 2006 Chateau de la Vielle Tour Bordeaux Blanc was a bit boring in the glass but absolutely came alive when paired with the scallop. Daryl was served a 2006 Whitehaven Sauvignon Blanc from Marlborough, New Zealand, and when the sommelier brought it, he warned her to expect "notes of green pepper and jalapeno." We had never heard a wine described this way and we were skeptical, but she drank it and damned if it didn't have notes of green pepper and jalapeno! Unsurprisngly it worked very well with her dish. Hats off to the sommelier for that pairing.

Third course is where they appeared to have made the largest adjustment over the last year, and it paid off. Daryl's yellowtail looked and tasted great -- the only thing I remember about it (the wines were starting to take their toll) was that it had some bonito flake on it; Daryl's notes refer to it as "fancy yellowtail," which sounds about right, and it was paired with a 1999 Domaine Joseph Matrot Meursault. My dish was Japanese tilefish in a brown butter sauce with green peppers with a fantastic glass of 2006 Keller Estates "Oro de Plata" Chardonnay. This is about the point in the meal where I started to run out of new ways to say "delicious" or "perfect."

On to fourth course: halibut with crab and seaweed and a 2005 Michel Picard Vouvray Chenin Blanc for her; king salmon cooked on a cedar plank with a side of oshitashi for me, along with a cup of Morimoto's own Junmai Daiginjo sake.

Finally we got to the main course. I still remember the Kobe beef and Japanese sweet potato dies I got last year, and was hoping one of us would get that this year. We didn't, but what we got instead was no disappointment. Daryl got lamb in a molasses reduction. All her notes say is "LAMB!" probably due to a combination of the food and an evening's worth of wine. Speaking of which, she got a 2004 Estancia Syrah; pretty impressive for an American wine to be the match for this dish.

My dish was Peking duck done two ways. I had Peking duck in Peking (OK, Beijing) a few years ago and even putting aside that I didn't have sliced liver on my plate this time, and was not expected to drink the liquor that smelled like old socks, Morimot's was way better. It was minimalist duck, just two small pieces, but the slice of breat had all the flavor of the entire breast, and the same was true to the dark meat. It was accompanied by a glass of 2005 Wildekrans Pinotage, which was simply one of the best glasses of wine I have ever had in my life. It was full-bodied, with huge lingering fruit notes. I can envision this becoming a regular in our wine rotation, if I could only find a place to buy it! If you get a chance you should definitely pick it up.

The meal wrapped up with a sushi course (accompanied by a Fukumiysuya Junmai sake) and a dessert (with a Grahams' 10 Year Tawny Port) but truth be told I don't even remember much about them. This meal was all about the main courses and for the second year in a row we were blown away by the food (and this year the service was much, much better as well). I don't know if we'll go back again next year -- we might try to branch out a bit -- but everything served to us makes me want to eat there as often as our bank account allows (which is almost never) and also to recommend Morimoto to anyone in Philly who wants a fantastic seafood-based dining experience.

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Friday, August 10

Weather Geekery

We start a week-long vacation tomorrow (going to the shore! woo!) and in advance of the trip I've been obsessively checking the weather report. After all, when you're planning to spend an entire week at the beach, you want it to be warm and sunny. Especially when ou have a three-year-old, because if it's raining we're going to doing an awful lot of coloring, DVD watching, and off-the-walls-bouncing.

So I've been hitting Accuweather.com daily and checking out the forecast for Lewes, DE. It's been fascinating (to me, anyway) to see how the forecast high has changed for next week as the days go by. For example, on Tuesday the forecast high for Friday the 17th was 77 degrees. On Wednesday, that jumped to 94, but by Thursday that had been reduced to 78, and today they're saying 79. Obviously, the closer you get to the actual day in question the more accurate the forecast is going to be, and expecting a forecast to be accurate 10 days out is a fool's errand.



Still, they offer the forecast, so I look at it. And, me being me, I also enter all the data on a little chart and will keep track of the actual high when we're there so I can see just how accurate (or inaccurate) the forecast was. I bet you all can't wait to see that, but you're going to have to, since I won't be posting anything over the next week. See you at the beach!

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Friday, June 15

Nothing To Get Hung About

Looking for something to do this weekend? What if I told you there were places you could go which would let you do the sort of backbreaking labor that falls into the "illegal immigrants do the jobs that Americans don't want to do" category? Is that something you might be interested in?

Last Saturday the famiy loaded into the minivan and headed to Loysville, where Spiral Path Farm was holding its annual pick-your-own-strawberries weekend. We lurrve Spiral Path; they're an organic farm that has a CSA (Community Supported Agriculture) program -- you pay an annual fee and every week from May to October they deliver baskets of freshly picked organic to drop-off sites throughout the area. It's great to eat tomatoes, lettuce, peas, etc. that were picked the day before, and in this age of increased awareness about farming techniques and food miles I love knowing that my food was grown less than an hour away.

(By the way, apropos of The Omnivore's Dilemma, Spiral Path hipped us to Jujo Acres, who deliver organic and free-range beef and other meats. It's all good.)

So anyway we drove out to Loysville, ready to pick our allotted two gallons of strawberries. It was a beautful day, sunny, with a light breeze, and when we arrived the fields were already full of other city dwellers:



We quickly got to work; I took charge of Zosia while Daryl got back in touch with her Polish peasant roots, picking berries with Genevieve sleeping (and occasionally screaming) in the sling:



After an hour or so, we had our berries and were ready to head home. After some hardcore hulling and culling, we had the loot, ready for consumption in pies, ice cream, or as-is:



One of the main reasons we wanted to do this was to start introducing Zosia to the idea of where food comes from. It's an easy thing to not think about; you go to the market or grocery store or restaurant and get your food, and it's easy to forget what went in to getting it to that point. I don't want my kids to think that food comes from "the store," and we're lucky enough to live in a place where the actual production locations of so many foods are so close by.

Plus we wanted to get out in the fresh air, and give Zo something fun to do. I think she enjoyed it, as you can see from this shot:



Want to go strawberry picking yourself this weekend? Learn everything you need to know, including locations and how to do it, at PickYourOwn.org.

Enjoy!

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Friday, May 25

Memorial Day Weekend Plans

We have friends driving down from Rhode Island for the weekend, so we'll be out and about, taking advantage of what looks to be a gorgeous holiday weekend.


On this Memorial Day, take time to pause & reflect on what our brave men and women are fighting for.

Tomorrow morning, of course, we'll start out with our weekly trip to the Broad Street Market. After that, it's off to explore Artsfest, which is celebrating its 40th anniversary this year. There is always a lot of cool stuff in among the chintz, and of course it's an excuse to eat as many funnel cakes as humanly possible. The rest of the day will probably be spent on City Island, letting the kids blow off steam at the playground and maybe catching a few innings of the Senators-Rock Cats game.

Sunday's agenda apparently includes Hershey Park, where we'll spend hours in line withe hundreds of our closest friends christening the brand new Boardwalk.

Monday will hopefully be a little lower-key, just hanging out in the neighborhood (maybe with an expedition to the top of Mt. Midtown) enjoying a summer cocktail or three.

I hope your weekend is fun and safe!

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Tuesday, May 8

Paradise By The Dashboard Light

When we were living out in the California mountains, one of the things we liked to do on occasion was drive down the hill to the drive-in movie theater in Santee. It was always a fun time, with families enjoying an evening out on the cheap. They showed relatively new movies, and you always got a double feature, which meant, for example, that you could follow up SWAT (a perfect drive-in movie) with The Grind, one of the worst movies ever to grace the silver screen. We usually picked up Mexican food on our way in and enjoyed a nice evening, with the baby (usually) sleeping in the back seat. It was a lot of fun.


Let's all go to the lobby to get ourselves a treat.

We never made it to the drive-in last summer; I think that we figured our girl was at the wrong age for it -- too old to just sleep in the back seat, but too young to sit still and watch the movie. Now, though, with the kid pushing three, I think we'll be heading out to see what central PA has to offer in terms of drive-ins.

My research (which consisted of visiting Drive-Ins.com) turned up four screens nearby:

* Haar's Drive-in, US-15, Dillsburg, 432-3011. Tickets are $7 for adults, $2 for children 3-7. This weekend they're showing Spider-Man 3 (woo!) and Are We Done Yet? (currently rating an 8% on Rotten Tomatoes. Unfortunately they have a link to this fruitbat news site on their site, which is enough to make me not want to patronize them.

* York Drive-In Theatre, 334 Carlisle Ave., York, 792-5223. Tickets are $8/$6. As of this morning, the website and phone message are still touting last week's movies (Meet The Robinsons & Wild Hogs).

* Sky-Vu Drive-In, Hwy. 25, Gratz, 365-3816. Tickets prices aren't shown on their website and there was no message when I called. This weekend they're showing Spider-Man 3 and Perfect Stranger.

* Cumberland Drive-In, 715 Centerville Rd, Newville, 776-5212. The website still shows them as "closed for the season" but the phone message is updated. Tickets are $6/$3. This weekend they're showing Spider-Man 3 (big surprise) and Premonition.

See you at the show!

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Friday, May 4

Also, The Central Message Of Buddhism Is Not "Every Man For Himself"

Just a quick note for everyone planning to head down to the neighborhood Carlos Murphy's tomorrow for some Coronas and tequila: May 5th (Cinco de Mayo) is not Mexican Independence Day. That's September 16th. Cinco de Mayo commemorates the Battle of Puebla, when Mexican forces defeated the French (!) in 1862.

But really, it's turned into another excuse to drink, as if we needed another one. And I'll tell you, with the Kentucky Derby and the De la Hoya-Mayweather fight happening tomorrow, too, it's going to be a day for millions of people to (almost) remember. Just, please do us (and yourself) a favor and don't be this guy:

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Monday, April 2

Old School/New School Pampering in New Cumberland

I spent part of Saturday taking a break from baby preparations and celebrating my birthday. The lovely D-Jo make me an appointment at a massage therapist, and I preceded that with an old-school shave-and-a-haircut. Both places were within a mile of each other in New Cumberland, which made for an interesting contrast.



First up was Semoff's Barber Shop on 3rd Street, as recommended by my friend Brandon. Semoff's is as old-school as you can get, a third-generation barber shop with walls covered with photos, news articles, and memorabilia from the last 50(?) years, including autographs from Joe Paterno and Bobby Knight, among others, and a plaque marking the high-water mark of the 1972 flood. They specialize in military cuts -- it's apparently one of the few places you can get a razor-cut high-and-tight. I certainly didn't go that far, but I got a standard short back-and-sides and as an added treat got a shave as well and if anyone noticed, or cared about, my captive-bead earrings, no one said anything.

It was the first time I've gotten a shave like that and it was niiice. Very relaxing, and I got a great shave to boot. I'm sure I'll be going back there regularly - you can't beat a shave and a haircut for $18. Semoff's is at 205 3rd St. in New Cumberland and their phone number is 774-9816.

My next stop was Stevenson Family Massage, just over the creek. D-Jo had gotten a great massage from Shani a few weeks ago, something which passed from luxury to necessity once she hit the nine-months-pregnant mark. While she was there she made an appointment for me, which was awfully considerate if I do say so myself.

I haven't had a massage in a couple years and was really looking forward to it. I was not disappointed. Shani showed me into the massage room, which is in her house rather than in a storefront. Much homier and friendlier. There was nothing unusual about the massage -- it was your basic relaxing, new-age-music playing, scented-oil using massage, and it left me feeling rejuvenated. I highly recommend her for a massage, and apparently she also teached yoga so check that out too if you're interested. Stevenson Family Massage (her husband Tony is a massage therapist as well) is at 100 Ross Ave. in New Cumberland and their phone number is 571-2993.

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Sunday, December 17

Weekend With The Kiddo

It's 7 o'clock; do you know where your kid is?

Mine (Zosia) is down on the couch, snuggling with her mama (D-Jo) and watching Madagascar for the eighty-seventh time. She's properly exhausted after a trip to the YMCA to play in the pool while I got my ass kicked by a beginners' Pilates class.

That was just the last event in what turned out to be quite a weekend for her. It stated a bit early (6:30, which is about 45 minutes earlier than normal) when she walked into our room and announced that she wanted to snuggle with us. After a half-hour of snuggling which was much nicer in theory than in execution (she's a little wiggly) we came downstairs and she and D-Jo took a shower and we got ready to go to the market.

Our market trips end up being pretty epic these days; we used to be able to just buckle her in and walk over, walk through, buy what we needed to buy, and head home. That was before she became, you know, her own person. Now she wants to help push the stroller instead of riding in it, turning a 10-minute walk into a 20-minute one. We now get breakfast there, usually at Cafe George where the owners fawn over her a bit. By the time breakfast is done she's usually read to be buckled in, but this week she was still go-go-going so we put her to work sherpaing vegetables into our basket. After that she was pretty worn out and consented to ride in the stroller for the duration.

We got home and called the lady who cuts her hair to see if she could fit Zo in that day; she could, but at 12:30. Right in the middle of nap time. Zip-zam, into the car, drop D-Jo off at the spa, over to the haircut place for a quick cut and (as a special treat) to get her nails done. You should see the shade of orange she chose. Unsurprisingly she fell asleep in the car and was easily transferred to bed for her nap.

The rest of the weekend was sort of a blur: walk to the playground, walk home from the playground so she could use the potty, walk to the laundromat where D-Jo was camped out (remodeling has left us momentarily washer- and dryer-less), walk home, set the table, help "cook," dinner, play play play, no bath tonight, into bed.

After a three-wakeup night (two more than usual), she was back in our room early, giving us the impetus to get to the grocery store at a reasonable hour. Then it was home, play play play, lunch, nap, decorate the Christmas tree, the aforementioned trip to the Y, and back home for some brief downtime.

I hear Sasha Baron Cohen singing "I like to move it move it," which means Madagascar is over, and it's time to head downstairs for a little dancing before dinner. After dinner will be bedtime for her and a struggle to stay awake for the Survivor finale for me and the wife.

Move it!

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