I made pork chops, Mei baked an apple pie. A nice pairing.
I made pork chops, Mei baked an apple pie. A nice pairing.
This photo was taken on a beautiful day earlier this week. It has since begun raining again.
Technical professionals have long known to go for “the animal books” from O’Reilly Publishing.
At first I’m like “why do we need a book for Face . . . ooooohhhhh right, Apps!” I like that blogging is a bunch of cute-looking wild cats stumbling over each other, and somebody wrote a book on Skype because hey these things are better in threes, right?
I have always been pleased by the delicious absurdity that some dull San Mateo suburb saw fit to immortalize a government report saying that, if nothing else, the weather in Redwood City is close to perfect.
I shot this out the window of Caltrain on a rainy day.
A photo I took from the Brooklyn Bridge last May. I cropped in on these buildings, did a color enhance and then “sharpen” to help bring out the feeling of the masonry.
Thanks, Jenny, for identifying these buildings as belonging to Stuyvesant Townâ€”Peter Cooper Village.
A color-enhanced Maxwell from May, done in the style of the earlier photo of Maggie.
New York City is full of hustlers. Some prey on tourists. Here, a tree-dwelling Manhattanite offers two backpacker girls some novel photographs and an adorable memory, in exchange for cookies. Of course, a shrewd Brooklynite like myself is not above taking quick advantage of the situation for his own cute photograph, but then the squirrels and I have an understanding.
Back in May I joined a New York Transit Museum tour of the abandoned City Hall station. This was the original Southern terminus of the Lexington Ave line, built on the loop underneath City Hall where trains would turn around and head back North. It was abandoned before long for several reasons, including the proximity of the Express station built at nearby Chambers St when the system was expanded, and also because when the trains moved to having middle doors, the gap on the curved platform became all the more dangerous. Lastly, it is impossible to lengthen this curving station to accommodate the longer trains run on the contemporary New York subway.
There was a plan to move the New York Transit Museum here, but folks became skittish of opening a subway museum beneath City Hall after 9/11.
You can get a quick glimpse of the station by hopping on a southbound Lexington local train at Chambers St. Our tour began at Chambers St, where we boarded the front car of a train ready to enter the loop and were dropped off by MTA staff at the station to take pictures. It was a bit dark for my camera, it is more compelling as a legend than it is in person.
Update: A very similar photo take in 1903.
During my year-in-New-York, one thing the MTA began doing in earnest was to install countdown clocks, which are a really nice feature to let passengers know what trains are on their way and how long before they arrive. But Bergen St also has a little more sentimental value for me because I believe it may be the first New York subway station I ever entered, back in July, 2001 when I visited relatives in Park Slope. My first day in Brooklyn, I got layed off via mobile phone. That same week I trekked up to the World Trade Center towers and figured I’d save my $25 and visit the top next time. New York is always changing, and these countodown clocks help give folks a better glimpse of what may be ahead.
I have fallen off the bandwagon of late, but now that I have freed up some time I’m fixing to retroactively post photos. I make up my own rules.
I visited my team in the San Bruno office on Thursday. We grabbed Taqueria San Bruno, and it was good. The food came out slow so my coworker and I downed two bottles of Mexican Coke each. What is Mexican Coke? Coke from Mexico, made with cane sugar. The other coke we get from Mexico I think mostly originates in Columbia, and that is not my preferred formulation.
I was tipped off that a bag of potato chips was hanging loose in the vending machine. I wasn’t desiring potato chips, but I felt obliged anyway to whap my butt against the side of the vending machine to see if I might dislodge them and therefor acquire one of my favorite cuisines: free food! Many a time in college I procured errant candy bars from the vending machines in the Digital Computing Laboratory building by wielding what I refer to as my magic ass.
Alas, my magic ass did not succeed this time. “Dude, just put in 75 cents, you’ll get two,” suggested a coworker.
“But I don’t want BBQ potato chips. I’m only interested in dislodging free food!”
I did buy a Snickers bar, just because, but it is still in my backpack, uneaten. I’ll wash it down with a coffee at some point.
We had an outing in Berkeley this weekend, but since we weren’t the only ones planning to kick it in Berkeley we parked at Fremont and took the BART in. The architecture here felt to me like an Alien Temple you might see in 1950s Sci-Fi.
This photo was passed through the “Equalize” filter, which brought out more of the colors and also a crispness that made the original look more “muddy.” In my mind, the 1950s were a time of sharp lines and solid colors, and BART itself is a beautiful, optimistic 1950s vision of the train of the future.
Last week I looked in on a project I completed a few years ago, to integrate the Cisco corporate logo with the IronPort corporate logo. Some bricks had gone out-of-order over time and when I attempted to put them back in place I realized that since everything fit just so I couldn’t get it figured out without the blueprints . . . which are stored on my old laptop at Cisco’s main campus in San Jose. So, I took the thing apart and down to San Jose for reassembly. I figure I’ll keep it on display at Cisco for a while, so I removed one row of white bricks to make a 4-brick-deep base.
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