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    <title>Bachelor&apos;s Ball, gosurori-style</title>
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    <published>2009-02-25T07:27:16Z</published>
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    <summary>Last Friday, Azure and I were lucky enough to attend the 104th Annual Bachelor&#8217;s Ball, over at the Beverly Hilton. It&#8217;s been a long time &#8212; too long, honestly &#8212; since the two of us had a big night out,...</summary>
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        <![CDATA[<p>Last Friday, Azure and I were lucky enough to attend the 104th Annual Bachelor&#8217;s Ball, over at the Beverly Hilton.  It&#8217;s been a long time &#8212; too long, honestly &#8212; since the two of us had a big night out, so this event helped make up for lost time.</p>

<p>The Bachelor&#8217;s Ball is a fancy-dress party, and a rather fancy fancy-dress party at that.  It&#8217;s put on by an old L.A. society called (unsurprisingly) &#8220;The Bachelors&#8221;.   There&#8217;s maybe 60 of these unmarried Bachelors, and each invites a table of roughly 10 friends, who in turn costume themselves around a group theme.  As the Beverly Hills venue implies, it&#8217;s a pretty posh affair, the sort of shindig that starts with a cool champagne reception and promptly keeps the open bar wide-open &#8216;til 4 in the morning.  I can toast to <em>that</em>.</p>

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<p>Our longtime friend (and stalwart webhost provider) Andy just so happens to be one of these Bachelors, and his table&#8217;s theme this time around was <em><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gosurori">gosurori</a></em>, a niche Japanese fashion subculture that&#8217;s been stomping around Harajuku for over a decade now.  The EGL scene is more of a girl thing, so us guys loosely followed in the vaguely-related &#8220;Elegant Gothic Aristocrat&#8221; style, with a bit of gentlemanly steampunk-ishness thrown in the mix.</p>

<p>Azure and I had way too much fun assembling our costumes over the last couple of weeks.  Since we&#8217;re already unabashed Japanophiles, the Bachelor&#8217;s Ball provided yet another excuse to go shopping in Little Tokyo and explore new joints like the EGL-friendly <a href="http://royal-t.org/">Royal/T</a> cafe in Culver City.  (The maids make a mean mug of Matcha Milk Tea, there, and I&#8217;m not just saying that for alliterative purposes.)</p>

<p>The pictures in our photostream tell the rest of the story.  &#8216;Twas a pretty special occasion, an excellent night out, and a much-needed break from reality.</p>

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<entry>
    <title>Seattle</title>
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    <published>2008-11-10T17:31:50Z</published>
    <updated>2008-11-11T00:03:12Z</updated>

    <summary>We&#8217;re in Seattle for a week. It&#8217;s been raining off-and-on since we arrived; not exactly unexpected. What has been a nice surprise, though, is how stunning the fall colors are around here. I&#8217;d go so far as to call it...</summary>
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        <![CDATA[<p>We&#8217;re in Seattle for a week.  It&#8217;s been raining off-and-on since we arrived; not exactly unexpected.  What has been a nice surprise, though, is how stunning the fall colors are around here.  I&#8217;d go so far as to call it New England-y, albeit with the disclaimer that I&#8217;ve never actually <em>been</em> to New England in autumn.</p>

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<p>Although it&#8217;s our second trip to Seattle in the last couple months, this is notably the first time we&#8217;ve flown with two kids in tow.  Preflight logistics turned out to be more daunting than the travel itself, though I did get a moment of excitement when (as Murphy would have it) our plane encountered a wee patch of turbulence halfway through Tamtam&#8217;s airplane-lavatory diaper change.  Seeing the seatbelt light illuminate was like hearing a starter pistol fire &#8212; I&#8217;ve never wielded baby wipes with greater speed and dexterity, nor snapped shut a onesie with such machine-like precision and efficiency.</p>

<p>Anyhow, we&#8217;ve been keeping occupied with trips to the playground, zoo, puppet show, and other demographically-appropriate destinations. Most of all, we&#8217;ve just been happily hanging out with friends here.  Which is why we came up in the first place.</p>

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<entry>
    <title>Where to eat in Rome</title>
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    <published>2008-07-10T00:08:59Z</published>
    <updated>2008-11-08T17:57:27Z</updated>

    <summary>Allow me to sweep the dust off this blog, so I can quickly post a list of cheap eats in Rome&#8217;s Centro Storico. I&#8217;ve emailed variants of this guide to traveling friends for a long time now, but somehow never...</summary>
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        <![CDATA[<p>Allow me to sweep the dust off this blog, so I can quickly post a list of cheap eats in Rome&#8217;s Centro Storico. I&#8217;ve emailed variants of this guide to traveling friends for a long time now, but somehow never managed to put it on the web.</p>

<p>Two caveats: First, it&#8217;s been five years since Az and I lived in Rome; two since our last visit. Second, we were mostly vegetarian back then, so our dining staples tended to be pasta, contorni, and pizza. Which is not exactly a limiting diet, in Italy.</p>

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<p><strong>Around Piazza Navona:</strong></p>

<p>My favorite lunches in town are both near Piazza Navona: first, there&#8217;s <a href="http://www.timeout.com/travel/rome/guidevenue/1085/Lo_Zozzone.html"><strong>Lo Zozzone</strong></a>, which makes awesome sandwiches on hot, straight-from-the-oven pizza bianca that&#8217;s sliced to order and stuffed with ingredients of your choosing. The breasola, arugula, and parmesan is particularly popular; I&#8217;d generally go the tapenade-veggie-cheese route, and sometimes order a small second of nutella-ricotta for dessert. Best to arrive both hungry and patient, the lunchtime queue can be a bit of a jostle.</p>

<p>Even better is <a href="http://www.lonelyplanet.com/worldguide/italy/rome/where-to-eat/1000251645?list=true"><strong>Da Tonino&#8217;s</strong></a>, which is officially called Trattoria Antonio Bassetti. I&#8217;m not at all sure if it has a sign, yet, and while I know they upgraded the decor when I visited a few years back (interior lighting used to be a couple of raw fluorescents) it&#8217;s a humble-looking place. The food isn&#8217;t fancy by any measure &#8212; it&#8217;s the <a href="http://www.bridgeandtunnelclub.com/bigmap/outoftown/italy/lazio/rome/trattoriaantoniobassetti/index.htm">simple pastas</a> that shine here &#8212; but the taste of it all is stupendous and superlative. The pasta melanzane (eggplant) and pasta broccoli are my two favorites; in a perfect world their pasta fagiole would be spirited away somewhere safe to serve as the specimen against which all others should aspire. Check out the carciofi and brocolli romano (perfectly saute&#8217;ed with chili flakes and olive oil) as side dishes.</p>

<p>As for dinner, well, it&#8217;s gotta be <a href="http://www.flickr.com/search/?q=Da+Baffetto%20Rome&amp;w=all"><strong>Baffetto&#8217;s</strong></a>, right up the street. Look, there&#8217;s a reason this place is in every single guidebook: Baffeto&#8217;s is very, very good and very, very Roman pizza, with a two-dimensionally-thin crust that&#8217;s crunchily croccante, baked perilously close to the fire, and topped with a type of grated fresh mozarella that I&#8217;m convinced is the key to it all. (Order the Insalata Burina as an appetizer to sample the cheese raw; I&#8217;m personally torn between that and a starter bruschetta every time I go.) Be prepared for gruff service and a wait outside, with plenty of tourists and crowd-control all&#8217;italiana. It may seem gauche, but arriving early in the evening (like, ten minutes before they open) makes for a wayyy more civil experience. Plus, you&#8217;re more likely to get a seat downstairs where you can watch the two cooks work the pizza oven, which I always like. Contingency plan: if Baffeto&#8217;s won&#8217;t work, and you can&#8217;t make it to Trastevere, run with Da Francesco, around the corner at Piazza del Fico.</p>

<p>There&#8217;s also <strong>Da Alfredo &amp; Ada</strong>, which is just down the street from Baffeto&#8217;s and Da Tonino. Another sign-less joint, I&#8217;d always referred to this place as the Three Sisters, since it&#8217;s run by three older women who fuss around each other like siblings. (They&#8217;re not.) It&#8217;s a tiny restaurant with a humble menu &#8212; in fact, don&#8217;t even kid yourself about a menu at all, the schtick here is that the ladies will serve you whatever they feel like serving you. Last time we went, I watched Ada scold a group for not eating their veggie sides; she promptly pulled them off their table and gave them to ours. Behave yourself &#8212; you&#8217;ll get some cookies after dinner if you do. (Check the great <a href="http://www.tastingmenu.com/archive/2004/12-december/20041210.htm">post</a> and <a href="http://www.tastingmenu.com/media/2004/20040318-alfredoeada/index.html">photos</a> at tastingmenu for a second opinion.)</p>

<p><strong>Around the Pantheon:</strong></p>

<p>The best coffee in Rome (IMHO) is <strong>Caffe San Eustachio</strong>. And given that the queue at the bar sometimes goes three deep, it appears others feel the same. <em>Il Gran Caffe</em> is the paragon of espresso shots, though I swear there&#8217;s some cheating going on &#8212; the crema on top is so wonderfully fluffy that I suspect they&#8217;re doing something when they stir in the sugar for you. (A note on that: when the barista barks &#8220;<em>zuccherato?</em>&#8221;, he&#8217;s asking if you want sugar, and the answer is yes.) If you don&#8217;t believe me, check the weird metal guard they&#8217;ve put in to block the view of exactly what happens under the espresso machine. I know <a href="http://www.davidlebovitz.com/archives/2005/09/espresso_di_rom.html">I&#8217;m not the only one</a> who thinks something&#8217;s going on (a teensy hint of hot cream, or bicarbonate of soda, maybe?), but whatever it is, it&#8217;s good.</p>

<p>Also good at San Eustachio is Il Gran Cappuccino, a hefty-in-the-hand cappuccino that&#8217;s massive by Italian standards but seems just about right by me. (For more thoughts on <a href="http://jasoncook.com/2003/05/roman-cappuccio-cappuccino.html">dainty Roman cappucini</a>, see my <a href="http://jasoncook.com/2003/05/roman-cappuccio-cappuccino.html">old post</a> here.)</p>

<p><strong>Caffe Tazza D&#8217;Oro</strong> is nearby, too, and while the <a href="http://www.bridgeandtunnelclub.com/bigmap/outoftown/italy/lazio/rome/tazzadoro/index.htm">decor is sweet</a> and the place is something of a destination, I can&#8217;t say the espresso struck me as being notably better than anywhere else (in Rome, that is).</p>

<p>Gelato is the other staple that&#8217;s abundant around the Pantheon. Like the Trevi fountain, I think the Pantheon looks better at night, and always worth a minor course-correction when taking an evening stroll. Ditto for a few of the cremerias in the area &#8212; there&#8217;s <strong>La Cremeria</strong> right on the piazza, and the venerable <a href="http://www.bridgeandtunnelclub.com/bigmap/outoftown/italy/lazio/rome/giolitti/index.htm"><strong>Giolitti</strong></a> nearby. <strong>Della Palma</strong> wins on quantity (but not quality) and is wonderful to look at; it&#8217;s an OK place if you&#8217;ve got some kids in tow.</p>
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        <![CDATA[<p><strong>Around Campo Dei Fiori:</strong></p>

<p>There&#8217;s a place called <strong><a href="http://fornocampodefiori.com/">Forno</a></strong> right on the square that does <a href="http://www.bridgeandtunnelclub.com/bigmap/outoftown/italy/lazio/rome/fornocampodefiori/index.htm">great pizza bianca</a>, with just the right mix of oil and salt. Easy enough to make a lunch of the stuff, IMHO. There&#8217;s also a place called Aristocampo on the square that&#8217;s known for porchetta sandwiches (pork stuffed with herbs and whatnot, roasted &#8216;til the skin gets crispy).</p>

<p>Campo Dei Fiori isn&#8217;t particularly great for sit-down dining, at least, not if you&#8217;re really going to focus on the food. Come night-time, it&#8217;s mostly a party nexus for international students, busy drinking exotic Stella Artois and the like. However, there&#8217;s a joint called <strong>Filetti di Baccala</strong> just a bit off of Campo dei Fiori that epitomizes the notion of &#8216;<a href="http://flickr.com/photos/reblf/477933105/">core competency</a>&#8217;. Battered and deep-fried fillets of cod are what&#8217;s on offer, here, attentively cooked in massive iron bowls of hot oil. Be sure to order a side of puntarelle if it&#8217;s in season; puntarelle is a leaf vegetable related to chicory that I&#8217;ve never seen outside of Italy. It&#8217;s served cold, curly, and with a oil/salt/vinegar/anchovy dressing that complements the fish perfectly. The little square that this restaurant sits in is quite cute; IIRC there&#8217;s a couple tables outside and a little frozen yogurt place next door.</p>

<p><strong>In Trastevere:</strong></p>

<p><strong>Augusto</strong> (<a href="http://maps.google.com/maps?client=safari&amp;rls=en-us&amp;q=15+Piazza+de+Renzi+Rome&amp;ie=UTF-8&amp;oe=UTF-8&amp;um=1&amp;sa=X&amp;oi=geocode_result&amp;resnum=1&amp;ct=title">map</a>) is a trattoria that&#8217;s popular with locals for both lunch and dinner, and as the lone restaurant in a tiny square, it winds up being a lovely place for people-watching. If you&#8217;ve been walking the cobblestones all morning, and just want to chill a bit with good food and a quarter liter of wine, this is as good a spot as any.</p>

<p>Another nice break is <strong>Valzani</strong> (<a href="http://maps.google.com/maps?client=safari&amp;rls=en-us&amp;q=via+del+moro+rome&amp;ie=UTF-8&amp;oe=UTF-8&amp;um=1&amp;sa=X&amp;oi=geocode_result&amp;resnum=1&amp;ct=title">map</a>), a pasticceria that&#8217;s filled with chocolate eggs come Easter time. <a href="http://jasoncook.com/2003/03/egg-day-valzani-trastevere.html">I previously wrote a post about this place</a>, back when we lived around the corner. Pop inside and enjoy a meringue with whip cream.</p>

<p>Although I&#8217;m a Baffeto&#8217;s fan to a fault, there&#8217;s some phenomenal pizza in Trastevere. Highest on my list is <strong>Pizzeria Ai Marmi</strong> right on Viale Trastevere. Like Baffeto&#8217;s it&#8217;s Roman-style, not Neapolitan, which suits my bias fine. The wood-fired pizza is top-notch, and they do wonderful fresh suppli al telefono and zucchini flowers, which you can&#8217;t get at Baffeto&#8217;s. If you haven&#8217;t had them before, suppli are deep-fried balls of rice (cooked somewhat risotto-style) wrapped around a cheese center. They&#8217;re definitely worth a try; the &#8216;al telefono&#8217; bit refers to how the melted cheese in the center is liable to pull itself into a long, thin string as you try and break off a piece, like a telephpone wire. You can also get zucchini flowers as a deep-fried cheesy appetizer, or as a pizza topping &#8212; either way, you win.</p>

<p>If you&#8217;re looking for more variety, try the reputable <strong>Ivo</strong>, <strong>Pizzeria San Calisto</strong>, or <strong>Dar Poeta</strong> &#8212; they&#8217;re all in Trastevere. You&#8217;re not going to go wrong with any of these.</p>

<p><strong>Around the Trevi Fountain / Fontana di Trevi</strong></p>

<p><strong><a href="http://www.ilgelatodisancrispino.it/">Il Gelato di San Crispino</a></strong> is hands-down the best gelato in Rome. Absolute purists, they&#8217;re written up pretty much everywhere, and <a href="http://query.nytimes.com/gst/fullpage.html?res=9C02E0DC1239F931A25756C0A960958260&amp;sec=&amp;spon=&amp;pagewanted=print">this decade-old NY Times review</a> explains why. I&#8217;m partial to a triptych of whiskey, bourbon vanilla and licorice, though on a hot day the fruit sorbetti are near-impossible to beat. Try the pear.</p>

<p><strong>Prati:</strong></p>

<p>Not quite sure what would bring the average tourist to this area, but I reckon lunch outside <strong>Cacio e Pepe</strong> is reason enough. Again, what we have here is a restaurant that knows what it does best &#8212; namely, pasta with pecorino cheese (<em>cacio</em>) and pepper (<em>pepe</em>). There&#8217;s more to the menu, though I frankly never saw much reason to stray from the eponymous entree, save for the variant of cacio, pepe, and pancetta. Yum.</p>

<p><em>P.S.</em> I&#8217;m going to add to this if other restaurants come to mind, but should you be hunting for more expat recommendations, check out the far more comprehensive <a href="http://www.the-beehive.com/recguide.pdf">Beehive&#8217;s guide</a>, written by our friends Steve and Linda. (Say hi if you stay there!)</p>
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    <title>Where the sidewalk ends</title>
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    <published>2007-05-29T12:04:34Z</published>
    <updated>2008-11-07T22:48:46Z</updated>

    <summary>Home, for us, is a dynamic variable. Its current state would seem to be &#8220;California&#8221;. As such, there are friends and family and sun back in our lives now, all of which we&#8217;d missed. Yet the move is still bittersweet...</summary>
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        <![CDATA[<p>Home, for us, is a dynamic variable.  Its current state would seem to be &#8220;California&#8221;.</p>

<p>As such, there are friends and family and sun back in our lives now, all of which we&#8217;d missed. </p>

<p>Yet the move is still bittersweet for Az and me.  Maybe it&#8217;s because Emelyn had suddenly taken to saying &#8220;home&#8221; in the weeks before we&#8217;d left; she&#8217;d proudly announce it every time we pushed her buggy through the front door.  First words have meaning behind them; it somehow feels unjust that she won&#8217;t really remember Cambridge.</p>

<p>Emmie doesn&#8217;t say &#8220;home&#8221; for our new pad, yet.  Nor do Az and I, when we talk with one another &#8212; I&#8217;ve noticed it&#8217;s still just &#8220;the apartment&#8221;.  But what Emmie does say is &#8220;Emmie&#8217;s room&#8221;, and she says it with happiness and authority in her voice.  That&#8217;s because she&#8217;s got a proper little nursery, now, with a small table and a rocking chair, and a place for all her books.  She can freely wander from the living room back to her room to do, well, whatever she wants.  And she certainly does.</p>

<p>So it&#8217;s a new beginning, once again; yet another foundation of flat-pack furniture and emptied suitcases for our little triumvirate to build a routine upon.  Things feel palpably impermanent, at the moment, but maybe that&#8217;s a positive thing: I&#8217;m thinking this is a good time to just live in the present for a bit.  And a good time to walk down our block to where the sidewalk ends, where we can go see the ocean and the evening sky, and still be home for bedtime stories.</p>

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<entry>
    <title>Ladybug</title>
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    <published>2007-04-20T05:59:49Z</published>
    <updated>2008-11-07T22:49:00Z</updated>

    <summary>One of the places I&#8217;ll miss most when we leave Cambridge is our local, the Cambridge Blue. We took Emmie to the garden there the first week she was home, and she&#8217;s been something of a regular ever since. Here&#8217;s...</summary>
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        <![CDATA[<p>One of the places I&#8217;ll miss most when we leave Cambridge is our <a href="http://www.colc.co.uk/cambridge/gwydir/blue.htm">local</a>, the <a href="http://www.the-cambridgeblue.co.uk/">Cambridge Blue</a>.  We took Emmie to the garden there the first week she was home, and she&#8217;s been something of a regular ever since.</p>

<p>Here&#8217;s some brief footage from a sunny Sunday afternoon last week, as Emmie got a chance to play with all the ladybugs out back.</p>

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    <title>Bye bye, Ugo</title>
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    <published>2007-04-09T15:59:35Z</published>
    <updated>2008-11-07T22:49:16Z</updated>

    <summary>Emelyn is so tall now, she&#8217;s able to grab the windowsill in our bedroom, stand on her tippy-toes, and peer out at the world. This means that part of our early-morning routine- specifically, the part right after I stumble in...</summary>
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        <![CDATA[<p>Emelyn is so tall now, she&#8217;s able to grab the windowsill in our bedroom, stand on her tippy-toes, and peer out at the world.  This means that part of our early-morning routine- specifically, the part right after I stumble in from the nursery, deposit Emmie on the bed, and crawl back under the covers - begins with Emmie sliding back off the bed, running to the window, and chanting &#8216;Ooh-go, Ooh-go&#8217; as she looks across Ainsworth Street to Helen&#8217;s house.</p>

<p>Alas, Ugo the cat died two weeks ago.  This is sad news.  Ugo was a good cat, uncommonly gentle, and Emmie loved her visits with him.  </p>

<p>In fact, &#8220;Ugo&#8221; was one of Emelyn&#8217;s first words.  She&#8217;d point at the front door and say  &#8220;goo-goo&#8221; long before we figured out what she meant.  It shouldn&#8217;t have surprised us &#8212;  Emmie visited Helen&#8217;s house almost every day, and Ugo was always present.  Emmie, for her part, would happily sit on him, chase him, pull his tail and yank all his whiskers.  And he never so much as lifted a paw in return.</p>

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<p>He was kind to me, too:  On that long night when Emelyn was born, I came home alone from the NICU at 4am to find little Uggi sitting on the doormat.  For me, it&#8217;s one of those strange coincidences that&#8217;s almost too hard to explain.  Ugo wasn&#8217;t an outdoor cat, you see; I can&#8217;t say why he climbed his way out of Helen&#8217;s home and garden that particular night, or why exactly he chose to wait on my stoop.  But there he was.</p>

<p>Our house was like a second home for Ugs, I suppose:  We helped looked after him while Az was pregnant; poor Ugo was going through a not-very-nice-time in his life, then, having to wear one of those big plastic collars to protect a wound on his neck.  Contrary to pretty much every other feline on the planet, Ugo would actually purr when you tied that awful collar on.  Maybe he was smart enough to know you were helping him, or maybe he was just gentle to the core.  Maybe both.</p>

<p>To be honest, I only saw Ugo really growl and act like a cat once.  Helen had to travel to a conference in the States, so Ugs had been staying at our house; this was a month or two before Emmie was born.  We were in the middle of a Cambridge summer heatwave, and sleeping with almost every window in the house open.  Ugo took over the foot of our bed at night, and would migrate to the open windowsill as dawn broke, to watch the waking birds.</p>

<p>As for the growls: neither of us actually saw Ugo&#8217;s big moment.  But it&#8217;s easy enough to put the pieces together.  Azure woke from a pounce on the bed and &#8220;those awful chirping noises&#8221;; I woke from Azure shouting at Ugo.  I saw feathers on the bed;  you can imagine the rest.</p>

<p>Yes, Ugo had beaten all the odds:  A greying &#8216;indoor&#8217; cat, hampered by a four-inch plastic collar around his neck, and trapped on a second-story windowsill, had nevertheless managed to catch a birdie.</p>

<p>It was a victory that woke every dormant feline instinct in that cat.   Because no matter how hard I tried, and no matter how much Azure yelled, and no matter how much the poor bird cried, Ugo wouldn&#8217;t surrender his prize.  I wound up chasing Ugi all around the bedroom, down the stairs, around the house, and eventually into the garden.</p>

<p>It ended there, finally, with me prying Ugo&#8217;s jaws open, and a mess of blood and feathers.  Ugo was livid; he growled and growled at me like I&#8217;d never seen.  And growled some more.  He was, in a word, wild.  </p>

<p>For just a few minutes, though.</p>

<p>Other than that he was a softie, always.  He tolerated Emmie better than I could imagine any cat doing; and she loved him for that.</p>
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<entry>
    <title>Egg hunt</title>
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    <id>tag:www.jasoncook.com,2007://1.272</id>

    <published>2007-04-09T14:24:35Z</published>
    <updated>2008-11-07T22:50:10Z</updated>

    <summary>We had a good Easter, yesterday. It&#8217;s a 4-day holiday in the UK, so there&#8217;s been plenty of time to relax and just hang around the house. We&#8217;ve squeezed in a few great bike rides, too &#8212; the weather seems...</summary>
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        <![CDATA[<p>We had a good Easter, yesterday.  It&#8217;s a 4-day holiday in the UK, so there&#8217;s been plenty of time to relax and just hang around the house.  We&#8217;ve squeezed in a few great bike rides, too &#8212; the weather seems to have finally turned, and it feels like everybody in town has decided to stroll or cycle along the Cam this weekend.</p>

<p>Emelyn had a little surprise waiting when she woke from her nap on Easter Sunday:  a little (very little) egg hunt in the backyard.  We actually wound up doing it three times, as Emmie enjoyed it more with each go; she&#8217;s been talking about eggs all morning long today, too.</p>

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    <title>More Valencia</title>
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    <published>2007-04-08T06:19:27Z</published>
    <updated>2008-11-07T22:50:18Z</updated>

    <summary>Here&#8217;s a few of the clips that wound up on my desktop after making our little Valencia video. B-sides, Outtakes, Deleted Scenes&#8230; dunno what to call &#8216;em, but I figure they&#8217;re still worth sharing: --&gt;...</summary>
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        <![CDATA[<p>Here&#8217;s a few of the clips that wound up on my desktop after making our little Valencia video.  B-sides, Outtakes, Deleted Scenes&#8230; dunno what to call &#8216;em, but I figure they&#8217;re still worth sharing:</p>

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    <title>Valencia</title>
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    <id>tag:www.jasoncook.com,2007://1.270</id>

    <published>2007-03-18T21:00:34Z</published>
    <updated>2010-02-04T19:28:48Z</updated>

    <summary>A week after the fact, and I think we&#8217;re finally recovered from the long weekend in Valencia. It&#8217;s a great city to visit for a few days &#8212; really manageable size, nice people, and plenty of toddler-friendly attractions. We only...</summary>
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        <![CDATA[<p>A week after the fact, and I think we&#8217;re finally recovered from the long weekend in Valencia.  It&#8217;s a great city to visit for a few days &#8212; really manageable size, nice people, and plenty of toddler-friendly attractions.</p>

<p>We only ran into one problem, which stung us pretty bad:  the whole idea of &#8216;lunch at 2:30, dinner between 11 and midnight&#8217; doesn&#8217;t mesh well with a strictly-sleep-scheduled baby who naps promptly at 2 and needs to be in bed by 8.  We wound up  foraging a lot of cold tapas and chocolate &amp; churros, which ain&#8217;t half-bad, though the foodie in me quietly wept a few times.  (Comment from Azure: &#8220;<em>Quietly?</em> I don&#8217;t know if you can use the word quietly&#8230;&#8221;)</p>

<p>&#8216;Twas also a learning experience about what to expect from a kid at attractions.  Valencia has a pretty awesome aquarium (<em>L&#8217;Oceanografic</em>) and a small zoo in the city gardens, and Az and I were both super-excited about taking Em to these, since she loves animals so much.  (Without exaggeration, I&#8217;d guess that 40% or so of her current vocabulary is animal names.)</p>

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<p>Yes &#8212;  Emmie had a good time at both the zoo and the aquarium, no doubt.  But while Azure and I had debated whether Emmie would enjoy the penguins more than the giraffes, etc. etc., we hadn&#8217;t anticipated that the show-stealing attractions would be the aquarium&#8217;s crowd-management equipment, and a particular 3-inch-high curb outside the zoo&#8217;s Primate House.  I mean, Emelyn seemed to like the fish, and all, but it became obvious that she&#8217;d have been even happier in a room full of retractable belt barriers and their <a href="http://www.safetyshop.com/products/productcategory.asp?topgroupcode=PE&amp;parentgroupcode=PE39">rope-and-post brethren</a>.  As for the curb, well, it was sized &#8216;juuuust right&#8217; for Emmie to step up and down, and down and up.</p>

<p>This is all on tape, of course.  Here&#8217;s a video &#8212; click through to Vimeo for HD:</p>

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<p>Anyhoo: there&#8217;s a ton of stuff to love about Valencia &#8212; the noise of Las Fallas, the Syd Mead stylings of the City of Arts and Sciences, the constant availability of freshly-fried churros, and so on.  My favorite, though, has got to be the Parc Gulliver in the river gardens.  Pretty much the coolest &#8216;concept playground&#8217; I&#8217;ve ever seen, it&#8217;s a gigantic Gulliver that makes all the children playing on it perfectly Lilluputian in proportion.  The <a href="http://valencia.arounder.com/city_tour/ES000008886.html">folds of Gulliver&#8217;s coats are slides and steps</a>; the ropes tying him down are made for climbing up, etc.  Genius.  (Here&#8217;s Emmie and I on it, and here&#8217;s a <a href="http://maps.google.com/maps?hl=en&amp;ie=UTF8&amp;om=1&amp;z=18&amp;ll=39.462484,-0.359523&amp;spn=0.002464,0.004313&amp;t=k">satellite view from Google Maps</a>.)</p>

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<p>The Turia river gardens are great, overall &#8212; apparently the old river Turia flooded in 1957, nearly destroying the city, so that the city fathers wound up diverting the entire thing elsewhere, and created this long, narrow, meandering park in its place.  The landscape changes every few blocks &#8212; different fountains, little orchards, bike rental shops, grassy knolls and cafÃ©s as you stroll along.  Urban planning done well, which you rarely see.</p>

<p>And that&#8217;s pretty much it.  I suppose it&#8217;s worth noting, just for our own memory&#8217;s sake, that we actually did run into another major problem, and one which didn&#8217;t relate to restuarant opening hours.  Problem was that Emmie didn&#8217;t sleep.  Something about being out of her crib, or hating the hotel&#8217;s playpen, I guess.  It seriously felt like raising a newborn again &#8212; we were up almost every hour to console and coax her back to sleep in our bed.  (Although when she was a newborn, she just mewed or cried, and didn&#8217;t start jumping up and down wildly in bed.) Hence the quip in the opening line about being &#8216;recovered&#8217; from the trip.</p>
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<entry>
    <title>Hola</title>
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    <id>tag:www.jasoncook.com,2007://1.269</id>

    <published>2007-03-12T21:55:26Z</published>
    <updated>2010-02-07T20:23:41Z</updated>

    <summary>We&#8217;re in Valencia for the weekend, on a much-needed break from the grey skies in Cambridge. Emmie is saying &#8220;hola&#8221;, now, and loves nothing so much as a tall glass of cold orxata. She also had her first taste of...</summary>
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        <![CDATA[<p>We&#8217;re in Valencia for the weekend, on a much-needed break from the grey skies in Cambridge.  Emmie is saying &#8220;hola&#8221;, now, and loves nothing so much as a tall glass of cold <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Orxata">orxata</a>.  She also had her first taste of hot chocolate and bunuelos, which was followed with an immediate, unsurprising reaction of &#8220;Mama, more, Mama more!&#8221; repeated three hundred and seventeen times.</p>

<p>Neat city, Valencia.  More soon.</p>

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    <title>Answering machine</title>
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    <id>tag:www.jasoncook.com,2007://1.268</id>

    <published>2007-03-05T07:13:20Z</published>
    <updated>2008-11-07T23:03:04Z</updated>

    <summary>You know the instructions on fireworks that say, &#8220;Place on ground, light fuse, move away&#8221;? Emelyn was doing something along those lines earlier today with the answering machine. She&#8217;s figured out that she can mash the buttons on our phone...</summary>
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        <![CDATA[<p>You know the instructions on fireworks that say, &#8220;Place on ground, light fuse, move away&#8221;? Emelyn was doing something along those lines earlier today with the answering machine.</p>

<p>She&#8217;s figured out that she can mash the buttons on our phone so that, with some luck, it will play back whatever old messages are hanging around.  She&#8217;s scared of how loud the speaker is (it&#8217;s loud) so she generally makes a run for it the moment the phone starts its playback routine.  Then she&#8217;ll stand back and admire her handiwork.</p>

<p>Anyhow, she was awfully pleased to hear Jami on the machine today.  Kept playing a message from Jami again and again, saying, &#8220;Auntie!  Auntie!&#8221;.  She probably did it four or five times in a row &#8212; we caught a few of &#8216;em on video.</p>

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    <title>Snow, ice, and slides</title>
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    <id>tag:www.jasoncook.com,2007://1.265</id>

    <published>2007-02-10T00:40:29Z</published>
    <updated>2008-11-07T23:04:35Z</updated>

    <summary>Wow, what a week. First off, the biggest snow in London for fifteen years saw airports close, trains delayed, and me stay home Thursday - and all that after a mere 5 inches of the white stuff landed overnight. Just...</summary>
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        <![CDATA[<p>Wow, what a week.  </p>

<p>First off, the <a href="http://www.thisislocallondon.co.uk/mostpopular.var.1177270.mostviewed.london_snow_causes_travel_chaos.php">biggest snow in London for fifteen years</a> saw airports close, trains delayed, and me stay home Thursday - and all that after a mere 5 inches of the white stuff landed overnight.  Just a light dusting by most standards, but hey, I&#8217;m not going to pass up a free snow day with E.</p>

<p>I spent a lot less time than I wanted with Emmie on Thursday and, frankly, for the last couple of weeks as I prepared for a significant launch at work.  (&#8216;Twas the bundle-launch of Gmail open signups, Google Docs &amp; Spreadsheets, and Gmail for mobile.)  It&#8217;s something of a shame because she&#8217;s developing so rapidly now - new words and opinions every day.  My personal favourites are &#8216;mail&#8217; (mail), &#8216;whaatch&#8217; (rabbit), and &#8216;yellow&#8217; (yellow).  As for how &#8216;whaatch&#8217; came to mean rabbit, I have no idea, but she says it all the time.</p>

<p>Anyhow, it&#8217;s 11pm on Friday night, now, and I&#8217;m slumped in my seat on the commuter line after a well-timed &#8216;<a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/jsteinback/EuroOccasionalPhotoOfTheDay/photo#5029510272150363714">team</a>-building&#8217; event that consisted of a trip to the Tate modern to ride the <a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/entertainment/6034123.stm">ballyhooed slide installation</a> - a twisting, curving five-story slide that&#8217;s <a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/jsteinback/EuroOccasionalPhotoOfTheDay/photo#5030584945982266962">just as fun as it sounds</a>.  That was then followed by drinks at the Absolut Ice Bar, where everything between the floor and the ceiling is made of ice (stemware, too), plus dinner at some hoity-toity Moroccan joint.  Probably a normal Friday night for a Londoner, but coming from the &#8216;burbs, it was a real treat.</p>

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<p>The plan, of course, allows for Azure to get her payback on Sunday, with an all-day escape to London on her own.  And I&#8217;m looking forward to a full day with Emmie.  Sure, there&#8217;s that niggling fear that she&#8217;ll suddenly freak out without Azure around for such a long stretch (since that normally happens&#133; when?) and who knows how I&#8217;ll keep her mind off of Bod/Boohbah these days (she can repeat those words for hours) but we&#8217;ll manage fine.</p>

<p>For now, TGIF.</p>
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<entry>
    <title>Ely</title>
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    <published>2007-02-07T06:33:14Z</published>
    <updated>2008-11-07T23:05:09Z</updated>

    <summary>We went to Ely weekend before last, one of the nicest Sundays I&#8217;d had in a long time. An unremarkable lunch at the Maltings, some time wandering around a cold cathedral, and a long stretch of me pushing sleepy Em...</summary>
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        <![CDATA[<p>We went to Ely weekend before last, one of the nicest Sundays I&#8217;d had in a long time.</p>

<p>An unremarkable lunch at the Maltings, some time wandering around a cold cathedral, and a long stretch of me pushing sleepy Em around the town square whilst Az shopped at Waitrose.  </p>

<p>Not much to write about, really, but somehow it all came together perfectly.  Plus, I got to play with the new videocamera some more.  Click through to see in HD:</p>

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<entry>
    <title>Boobah</title>
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    <published>2007-01-28T03:05:36Z</published>
    <updated>2008-11-07T23:05:47Z</updated>

    <summary>I&#8217;ll be honest &#8212; there&#8217;s a part of me that regrets ever putting a Boobah DVD in our player. It buys you 25 minutes of sanity in the morning, but payback hits in the afternoon, when Emmie starts querying, &#8220;Boobah?&#8221;...</summary>
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        <![CDATA[<p>I&#8217;ll be honest &#8212; there&#8217;s a part of me that regrets ever putting a Boobah DVD in our player.  It buys you 25 minutes of sanity in the morning, but payback hits in the afternoon, when Emmie starts querying, &#8220;Boobah?&#8221; every 5 minutes.</p>

<p>She&#8217;s pretty adorable when watching it, though.  Here&#8217;s a video:</p>

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    <published>2007-01-27T07:57:31Z</published>
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    <summary>We had our first (and only?) snow of the season on Tuesday. Luckily, I happened to be home that day, and caught Emmie&#8217;s first encounter with the stuff. It&#8217;s all fun and games until somebody gets cold hands: --&gt;...</summary>
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        <![CDATA[<p>We had our first (and only?) snow of the season on Tuesday.  Luckily, I happened to be home that day, and caught Emmie&#8217;s first encounter with the stuff.</p>

<p>It&#8217;s all fun and games until somebody gets cold hands:</p>

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<entry>
    <title>Memorable, indeed</title>
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    <published>2007-01-21T04:24:21Z</published>
    <updated>2008-11-07T23:06:39Z</updated>

    <summary>We finally got ourselves some weather, here. Last Thursday&#8217;s wind storms were apparently the UK&#8217;s biggest in 17 years, shutting down rail networks across the country. Last Thursday also happened to be our fifth wedding anniversary. And so it was...</summary>
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        <![CDATA[<p>We finally got ourselves some weather, here.</p>

<p>Last Thursday&#8217;s wind storms were apparently <a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/uk_news/6278937.stm">the UK&#8217;s biggest in 17 years</a>, shutting down rail networks across the country.  Last Thursday also happened to be our fifth wedding anniversary.</p>

<p>And so it was that I spent Thursday night sleeping on a coworker&#8217;s sofa in London, while Azure and Em hunkered down miles and miles away in Cambridge.  Not exactly romantic, but one to remember, nonetheless.</p>
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    <title>Cheerios</title>
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    <published>2007-01-17T04:38:40Z</published>
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    <summary>Well, we&#8217;re back. It&#8217;s been a rough couple of nights; infant jet lag is a monster. Two nights ago, we were up at 2am watching Emmie dance with herself in the living-room mirror. (By &#8216;dance&#8217;, I&#8217;m describing a full-on, feet-stomping,...</summary>
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        <![CDATA[<p>Well, we&#8217;re back.  It&#8217;s been a rough couple of nights; infant jet lag is a monster.  Two nights ago, we were up at 2am watching Emmie dance with herself in the living-room mirror.  (By &#8216;dance&#8217;, I&#8217;m describing a full-on, feet-stomping, body-spinning affair; it was the first time I&#8217;d ever seen her do that.)  We&#8217;d all woken up at 1:15 PM that day, so I suppose the general lack of tiredness wasn&#8217;t a surprise.  To quote WS, the time is out of joint.</p>

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<p>Emelyn, though, is otherwise unfazed by all the location changes.  This is partly because she&#8217;s discovered a new foundation that she can build her life around, namely,  Cheerios.</p>

<p>In fact, &#8220;Sheerhoah!, sheerhoah!&#8221; is pretty much all she says of late, and in this tone of voice that&#8217;s half-ecstatic, half-imperative.  She&#8217;s got a Tupperware dispenser chock-full of cereal that now gets lugged anywhere she moves.  Of course, her dexterity is a tad limited, so half the Cheerios drop to the floor en route to her mouth.  In other words, it&#8217;s like having a crazy Cheerios-spraying machine in the house, not unlike some wayward Roomba that sheds breakfast cereal all day instead of cleaning it up.</p>

<p>The craziest thing, though, is Emmie&#8217;s wild-eyed zeal for proselytizing these Cheerios.  She&#8217;ll happily walk half-way across the house, Tupperware banging on the walls, just to wave a Cheerio in front of your face and bark, &#8220;Sheerhoah!&#8221; at you.  Disconcerting, perhaps, yet surprisingly effective:  I&#8217;ve had two bowls of Cheerios in the last two days, for the first time in years&#133;</p>
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    <title>At the park, in winter</title>
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    <published>2007-01-07T13:58:59Z</published>
    <updated>2008-11-07T23:07:21Z</updated>

    <summary>Ending a dearth of updates, here&#8217;s a video of Az and Em playing at one of my childhood haunts&#8230; --&gt;...</summary>
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        <![CDATA[<p>Ending a dearth of updates, here&#8217;s a video of Az and Em playing at one of my childhood haunts&#8230;</p>

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<entry>
    <title>What we&apos;ve been up to</title>
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    <published>2006-12-18T09:14:38Z</published>
    <updated>2008-11-07T23:07:40Z</updated>

    <summary>Nothing much, really. As evidenced in this new video: --&gt;...</summary>
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        <![CDATA[<p>Nothing much, really.  As evidenced in this new video:</p>

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    <title>Socal and Norcal</title>
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    <published>2006-12-07T03:00:41Z</published>
    <updated>2008-11-07T23:08:51Z</updated>

    <summary><![CDATA[Just a quick note to say &#8220;Hi!&#8221; from California. Azure&#8217;s bunkered down in LA with family &amp; I&#8217;m up at the Googleplex in Mountain View for a few days. Emmie was pretty good on the flight over &#8212; she slept...]]></summary>
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        <![CDATA[<p>Just a quick note to say &#8220;Hi!&#8221; from California.  Azure&#8217;s bunkered down in LA with family &amp; I&#8217;m up at the Googleplex in Mountain View for a few days.  </p>

<p>Emmie was pretty good on the flight over &#8212; she slept just long enough for me to sneak in a viewing of &#8216;Talledaga Nights: The Ballad of Ricky Bobby&#8217;, a film which seemed expressly designed for airplane viewing.  Her brief kip wasn&#8217;t much, though, and Em had gone completely nutty by the time we finally landed.  I&#8217;ve never seen her so punchy, wobbly and manic as when she toddled her way out of the plane last Saturday.</p>

<p>We&#8217;d gate-checked our stroller, and wound up waiting outside the jetway for a good fifteen minutes.  There was an old security guard on duty, and you could tell that Em had him just a bit conflicted &#8212; she was cute as a button, but every one of her behaviors (an inability to walk a straight line without falling, loud and insistent babbling, the undue interest in pushing the airport wheelchair, and her refusal to surrender her beverage container) matched the classic &#8216;Problem Passenger&#8217; profile.</p>
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<entry>
    <title>Flower</title>
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    <published>2006-11-27T03:59:04Z</published>
    <updated>2008-11-07T23:09:46Z</updated>

    <summary>This is short, but sweet: Emmie walked up to a small Christmas tree in the Cambridge city centre today, pointed out the lights to me, and made the ASL sign for &#8216;flower&#8217;....</summary>
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        <![CDATA[<p>This is short, but sweet:  Emmie walked up to a small Christmas tree in the Cambridge city centre today, pointed out the lights to me, and made the <a href="http://www.lifeprint.com/asl101/pages-signs/f/flower.htm">ASL sign</a> for &#8216;flower&#8217;.</p>

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<entry>
    <title>We are not amused</title>
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    <published>2006-11-19T06:29:21Z</published>
    <updated>2008-11-07T23:14:53Z</updated>

    <summary>So, a few weeks back, Emelyn pointed vigorously at a full-page picture of Tony Snow (White House press secretary) in Time magazine and said, &#8220;Da-da&#8221;. Today, she pulled a five-pound note out of my wallet, stared long and hard at...</summary>
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        <![CDATA[<p>So, a few weeks back, Emelyn pointed vigorously at a full-page picture of Tony Snow (White House press secretary) in Time magazine and said, &#8220;Da-da&#8221;.</p>

<p>Today, she pulled a five-pound note out of my wallet, stared long and hard at Queen Elizabeth&#8217;s portrait, looked up at me and smiled, then pointed carefully again at Her Majesty, and said, &#8220;Da-da&#8221;.  At which point Azure tells me that Emmie did the exact same thing two days ago, when I wasn&#8217;t around.</p>

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<entry>
    <title>Little My lost</title>
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    <published>2006-11-04T04:44:24Z</published>
    <updated>2008-11-07T23:12:22Z</updated>

    <summary>This is a long story. When I was a boy, I spent quite a few summers in Germany, visiting Oma, my maternal grandmother. Those are all happy memories, though like most childhood recollections, they&#8217;re fragmented, now: I can picture Oma&#8217;s...</summary>
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        <![CDATA[<p>This is a long story.</p>

<p>When I was a boy, I spent quite a few summers in Germany, visiting Oma, my maternal grandmother.  Those are all happy memories, though like most childhood recollections, they&#8217;re fragmented, now:  I can picture Oma&#8217;s tiny refrigerator, Opa&#8217;s metal-framed recliner, my <em>Polizei</em> Playmobil set, the miniature boiler above the bath, and a million other details.  People and faces are harder to recall, although there&#8217;s one particular image of Oma at her stove, and a memory of my Opa in his chair (doodling mustaches on faces in a magazine) that still seem clear and right to me.</p>

<p>But the memory that matters for this particular tale is of a book - &#8220;Tales From Moominvalley&#8221;, by Tove Jansson.  Somebody, probably Mom, bought it at Regensburg&#8217;s English bookstore.  Moomin books are justly famous in their native Finland, and the children&#8217;s series eventually migrated throughout the UK and much of Europe (and Japan, as we shall see), but I don&#8217;t think it ever made an impact in the States.</p>

<p>I loved the Moomins, though.  In particular, I liked Snufkin, who wears a dirty green hat and smokes a pipe.</p>

<p>Who is Snufkin?  Hard to say with precision, but he&#8217;s a sincere fellow, who occasionally wanders into the Moomin stories to help the small Moomin creatures get their problems sorted.  I wanted to be like Snufkin back then, and maybe I still do:  he&#8217;s incorrigibly itinerant, unfailingly humble, surprisingly attuned to the natural world, and, most of all, thoughtful in how he deals with others.  Tove Jansson, who wrote and illustrated the Moomin books, drew him like so:</p>

<p><img src="/images/snufk.gif" width="142" height="170" alt="snufkin" /></p>

<p>Good guy.</p>

<p>Now, fast-forward twenty-odd years, and spin the planet to Tokyo, where Azure and I are strolling through quiet backstreets, getting purposely lost.   And who should we find fifteen minutes later, but Snufkin, standing at attention on a junk-filled card table outside some ramshackle toyshop.  It wasn&#8217;t quite Snufkin as Tove Janssen drew him, not quite, but a Japan-ized anime version that was almost more adorable.  </p>

<p>That particular Snufkin was a <em>chokinbako</em>, or piggy-bank, and I simply had to have him.  And for a fast 1,000 yen, I did.</p>

<p>Now, at those prices, we couldn&#8217;t justify buying the whole Moomin set on display, though I&#8217;m guessing we both secretly wanted to.  The one figure Azure really wanted, but stoically declined to purchase, was Little My.</p>

<p>See, Azure had flipped through my old Moomin books some years earlier, taking an immediate fancy to another character, the aforementioned Little My.  Strange, some might say, as Little My is not at all nice.  Not mean or wicked, either.  Little My is simply selfish and mischievous.  She is small and cute and the books say that she fits inside a milk jug, but still, she is trouble:</p>

<p><img src="/images/ltl_my.gif" width="142" height="170" alt="little my" /></p>

<p>See?</p>

<p>OK.  Speed along for a couple years more.  Azure and I are settled, now, and living in Berkeley.  And while things might seem happy on the surface, the two of us have become preoccupied with a curious regret.  My Snufkin bank seems sad standing on its own, and Azure quietly pines for the Little My that we never bought in Japan.  We&#8217;ve had an active eBay search for &#8216;moomin bank&#8217; and keyword variants for months.</p>

<p>Trouble, trouble, trouble.</p>

<p>And then, one fine day, she appears.  We bid.  We bid fast, we bid high.  We bid with a total disregard for sense and sensibility.  On eBay, you see, that&#8217;s what it takes to win.  We won.</p>

<p>This is almost the end of the story.</p>

<p>Snufkin was indeed joined on our mantelpiece by Little My, just as you&#8217;d expect.  The union of those two plastic piggybanks, for whatever reason, meant a lot to us.  (Recognize &#8216;em, yet?  They&#8217;ve stood side-by-side on the <a href="http://jasoncook.com/">masthead of jasoncook.com</a> for years.)</p>

<p>Which brings us to the present.  Mantelpieces have come and gone, continents swapped out from under our feet, but Snufkin and Little My always stay in arm&#8217;s reach, most recently occupying a spot on the banister outside Emmie&#8217;s room. </p>

<p>There&#8217;s been a change, though, of late.  They move.  Now you&#8217;re more likely to find either (or both) in Emmie&#8217;s hands.  Little My, of course, <a href="/photos/galleries/emelyn_part_74/pages/page_6.html">is the favorite</a>.  Trouble times two.</p>

<p>About a week ago, Azure called me at work.  &#8220;I can&#8217;t find Little My&#8221;, she said, which hardly fazed me, since Little My is rarely where you&#8217;d expect her - hiding behind the DVD player, perhaps, or lying on the brick floor of the conservatory.  Thanks to Emmie, she gets around quite a bit.</p>

<p>But, no, Azure explains, Little My is <em>gone</em> gone, last spotted in Emmie&#8217;s arms days ago as she was being pushed in her pram about town.</p>

<p>Watch Emmie with her toys sometime, and suddenly <em>gone</em> gone seems frighteningly plausible - the more Em loves something, it seems, the more likely she is to drop it from her grasp/pram/crib.  It&#8217;s a phase, maybe?</p>

<p>Anyhow.  We were sad.  More than I would care to admit, I know, and ditto for Azure.</p>

<p>That&#8217;s almost the end of the story.  Life moves on, etcetera.  But this time, there&#8217;s a happy postscript&#133; </p>

<p>Spin the clocks backward a day or two or four, until you see Azure, carrying a basket, and pushing a pram through the narrow aisles of Al-Amin halal market, Cambridge.  It&#8217;s the closest grocer to home.   It&#8217;s also the penultimate stop on a Great Retracing Of Steps that Azure&#8217;s been doing in the days since Little My went AWOL.  Watch Azure asking the owner, now, against all hope, if he&#8217;s seen a funny plastic doll, maybe, one with a  trouble-making appearance, just lying around?</p>

<p>&#8220;This thing?&#8221; he asks, pointing an accusatory finger at Little My, who is sitting proudly on top of his cash register, hands clasped in gleeful mischief.</p>

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<entry>
    <title>End October</title>
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    <published>2006-11-01T06:02:56Z</published>
    <updated>2008-11-07T23:12:27Z</updated>

    <summary>We&#8217;re slipping deep into Autumn, over here. As evidenced by this video from last weekend, where you can see the trees starting to turn on The Backs. --&gt;...</summary>
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        <![CDATA[<p>We&#8217;re slipping deep into Autumn, over here.  As evidenced by this video from last weekend, where you can see the trees starting to turn on The Backs.</p>

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<entry>
    <title>Refreshing!</title>
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    <published>2006-10-24T04:46:49Z</published>
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    <summary>Azure taught Emmie a little habit she picked up from her own dad, as a little girl: whenever he finished off a can of Pepsi, Doc would make an exaggerated, telegenic &#8220;Ahhh!&#8221; noise. Something like this: --&gt;...</summary>
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<p>Something like this:</p>

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    <title>Loud, and quiet</title>
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    <published>2006-10-15T22:41:08Z</published>
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    <summary>Speaking of media, here&#8217;s some unadorned footage of Em being loud, and quiet. --&gt;...</summary>
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        <![CDATA[<p>Speaking of media, <a href="http://www.emelyn.net/movies/loud_and_quiet_small.mov">here&#8217;s some unadorned footage of Em</a> being loud, and quiet.</p>

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    <title>Post-pokÃ©mon parenting</title>
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    <published>2006-10-15T19:52:12Z</published>
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    <summary>Azure and I may wantonly create media with Emmie in it &#8212; next up is likely to be &#8216;EMTV&#8217;, a 24-hour cable network supplementing her podcast, blog and photo albums for family &#8212; but we try to be a bit...</summary>
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        <![CDATA[<p>Azure and I may wantonly <em>create</em> media with Emmie in it &#8212; next up is likely to be &#8216;EMTV&#8217;, a 24-hour cable network supplementing her podcast, blog and photo albums for family &#8212; but we try to be a bit more judicious about what media our daughter herself <em>consumes</em>.  That&#8217;s a real challenge, since every picture book these days is about a cartoon that&#8217;s also a movie that&#8217;s also a Happy Meal that&#8217;s also a toy that&#8217;s then advertised on TV during the cartoon that&#8217;s based on the book.</p>

<p>Doesn&#8217;t seem right.</p>

<p>&#8216;Course, I grew up with a <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Greedo#Greedo">Greedo action figure</a> in my fist, and <a href="http://www.x-entertainment.com/articles/0695/">Pac-Man cereal</a> in my tummy and I eventually turned out OK, so maybe the multi-channel branding/merchandising ain&#8217;t no big thing.  Still, I figure if we can shelter Emmie from marketeers for a little bit, well, it wouldn&#8217;t hurt.</p>

<p>All of which brings me to this DVD Emmie is allowed to watch while Mom or Dad makes her breakfast.  It&#8217;s  called &#8216;<a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bod_%28series%29">Here Comes Bod</a>&#8217;, and because it&#8217;s old, it&#8217;s saner and gentler than anything we can find on TV, now.  </p>

<p>Emmie loves Bod.  She calls the TV &#8216;Bod&#8217;. </p>

<p>Maybe you might like Bod, too.  <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Xn4VH7BBIg4">There&#8217;s an episode here</a> so you can see. <em>
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    <title>Adare video</title>
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    <published>2006-10-08T15:56:25Z</published>
    <updated>2008-11-07T23:17:29Z</updated>

    <summary>Autumn is creeping up on Cambridge. It&#8217;s dark when we wake, now, and in the morning it&#8217;s cold downstairs. I made a short video from our trip to Adare, here: --&gt;...</summary>
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        <![CDATA[<p>Autumn is creeping up on Cambridge.  It&#8217;s dark when we wake, now, and in the morning it&#8217;s cold downstairs.</p>

<p>I made a short video from our trip to Adare, here: </p>

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    <title>Adare</title>
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    <published>2006-10-04T06:24:10Z</published>
    <updated>2008-11-07T23:18:00Z</updated>

    <summary>Home again, home again, lickety-split! We&#8217;re all just back from a too-short trip to Ireland. &#8216;Twas Ireland, this time, because twenty-odd of my Cambridge classmates held an unofficial reunion at Adare Manor (county Limerick), and secured us some nearly-decent group...</summary>
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        <![CDATA[<p>Home again, home again, lickety-split!  We&#8217;re all just back from a too-short trip to Ireland.</p>

<p>&#8216;Twas Ireland, this time, because twenty-odd of my Cambridge classmates held an unofficial reunion at Adare Manor (county Limerick), and secured us some nearly-decent group rates in lodgings whose price is otherwise the opposite, i.e. quite indecent.  Sure, Adare Manor is a stately place, and stately never comes cheap, but those folks specialize in surprising, nay, <em>shockingly</em> high prices &#8212;  such sums as will prompt a man to spray his mouthful of Lapsang Souchong across the table when the bill is presented.</p>

<p>Needless to say, our precious little Boo-Boo was in her element.  And I&#8217;m only half-kidding.  You see, there&#8217;s 847 acres onsite, much of it impeccably landscaped, which means that for every perfectly-manicured box hedge, there is a corresponding bank of white river pebbles laid nearby.  And Emmie is really, really fond of pebbles, at the moment.</p>

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<p>It was, in fact, impossible to cover any middling distance at Adare Manor without Emelyn suddenly going horizontal in your arms, wee arms clawing through the air, trying desperately to reach the stones crunching underfoot. </p>

<p>Digression: our child is a bona fide squirmer, now; at this point she&#8217;s simply perfecting her technique (a combination of going rigid and then quickly relaxing her entire body) in an apparent bid to break the world record for &#8216;extricating oneself from a parental grasp&#8217;.  Don&#8217;t believe me?  <em>You</em> try holding her.</p>

<p>To make a long story short, the wily and wriggly Emelyn spent her posh weekend at Adare sitting on the ground, playing happily with the pebbles.  Moving them about, mostly - pebbles that were on the ground were moved to the stairs, pebbles on the stairs were moved into the hedge, and so on. </p>

<p>I could&#8217;ve sworn she admired the view, once or twice, though she might just have been scanning for more Irish pebbles.  Hard to say.</p>
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<entry>
    <title>Stop and write down the roses</title>
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    <published>2006-09-27T15:55:23Z</published>
    <updated>2008-11-07T23:18:11Z</updated>

    <summary>I just did the math and realized I&#8217;m approaching trip #300 on the Cambridge-King&#8217;s Cross mainline. Which means I&#8217;m not too far from 600 hours spent on this train. And that&#8217;s roughly a full month. Of life. (Note to self:...</summary>
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        <![CDATA[<p>I just did the math and realized I&#8217;m approaching trip #300 on the Cambridge-King&#8217;s Cross mainline.  Which means I&#8217;m not too far from 600 hours spent on this train.  And that&#8217;s roughly a full month.  Of life.  </p>

<p>(Note to self: be sure to add that one to the ledger next time anybody asks, &#8220;Where does the time go?&#8221;.)</p>

<p>So.  In an effort to make sure these days with Em don&#8217;t simply bleed together like so many stations whizzing past, allow me to press pause and name some things that are new, of late:</p>

<p><strong>&#8220;Uh-oh&#8221;. </strong> Emmie loves saying this.  Imagine a fast, sharp intake of breath, like Emmie wanted to dive underwater, followed by a too-long pause and a long, exhaled, &#8220;ohhhhh&#8221;.  We hear this one over the baby monitor a lot; at nap time, there&#8217;s nothing Emmie likes so much as to throw bunny out of the crib, and then say &#8220;Uh!&#8230;.ohhhhh&#8221; over and over again.</p>

<p><strong>Selective media consumption.</strong>  Emelyn&#8217;s old pull-any-random-book-and-flip-through-the-pages routine has been supplanted by a more demanding practice:  She now pulls specific picture books from the toypile, and proceeds to toddle your way, waving the book at you.  Meaning, she wants to be read to, stat.  (Or suffer the consequences.)</p>

<p><strong>Crying.</strong>  See also &#8216;suffer the consequences&#8217;, above.  What can I say?  Emmie&#8217;s more prone to crying these days, because it&#8217;s no longer simply about being hungry or tired or teething or hurt.  Instead, Emmie has become sharply aware of the Great Injustices in this world, like &#8216;No Freedom to Chew on Electronics&#8217;, &#8216;Oppression Against Those Who Would Eat iPods&#8217; and &#8216;Failure of The State To Provide Fundamental Right To be Carried And Held On Demand, Regardless of Whether The State Really Needs Two Free Hands At Just That Moment&#8217;.  And so on.</p>

<p><strong>Going Owwwwtside.</strong>  Emelyn&#8217;s internalized the ASL sign for &#8216;more&#8217; to mean &#8216;I want&#8217;, and now she uses it incessantly, along with pointing.  One of her most frequent sign-language demands is [I want] / [points to door].  Additionally, she&#8217;ll also will say &#8220;Owwwhhhht&#8221;, meaning outside.  A lot of the time, she&#8217;s happy enough to go look at some of the nearby flowers, but increasingly, she wants to visit neighbour Helen&#8217;s place across the street, where there is a cat and a chair full of plush toys to visit.  (And Helen, of course.)</p>

<p><strong>The Hat.</strong>  Did you see that bit in the latest video where Emelyn&#8217;s cruising around the living room wearing her bicycle helmet?  Not our idea.  Leave the headgear lying around, and next thing you know, there&#8217;s Emmie standing in front of you, clutching the pink helmet and wanting it put on.  A fashionista, I guess.</p>

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<p><strong>4am wakeup.</strong>  Dude.  Emmie.  What is up with this one?  Please go back to sleeping through the night&#133;  please?</p>
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    <title>A weekend&apos;s worth.</title>
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    <published>2006-09-25T04:08:10Z</published>
    <updated>2008-11-07T23:18:42Z</updated>

    <summary>It was a run-of-the-mill weekend here. Fine by me &#8212; last week seemed altogether too compressed, and it just felt like we needed this one. (Az and Em had been sick all week, and after Istanbul, I was playing catch-up...</summary>
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        <![CDATA[<p>It was a run-of-the-mill weekend here.  Fine by me &#8212; last week seemed altogether too compressed, and it just felt like we needed this one.  (Az and Em had been sick all week, and after Istanbul, I was playing catch-up all week at work.)</p>

<p>Anyhow, the easiest way to describe how we&#8217;ve been keeping occupied is to point to the video.  Really not much going on, as you can see, but we&#8217;re having a good enough time of it:</p>

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    <title>Istanbul</title>
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    <published>2006-09-16T03:41:37Z</published>
    <updated>2008-11-07T23:19:12Z</updated>

    <summary>Not much to tell, save that I&#8217;m in Istanbul for a couple nights, while Azure and Emelyn are keeping an eye on things in Cambridge. I think I&#8217;ll have to chalk this up as one of the weirder 48 hours...</summary>
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        <![CDATA[<p>Not much to tell, save that I&#8217;m in Istanbul for a couple nights, while Azure and Emelyn are keeping an eye on things in Cambridge.</p>

<p>I think I&#8217;ll have to chalk this up as one of the weirder 48 hours in my life &#8212; this is an unapologetically business-y business trip, and as such, I haven&#8217;t seen much apart from hyper-modern office buildings and exceptionally nice restaurants.  </p>

<p>My room, though, is directly on the Bosphorous, and this morning I ate my breakfast <a href="http://www.nisanyan.net/otl_view.asp?id=236&amp;brMode=s2">right on the water</a>, watching a panoply of tankers, ferries, and yachts ply the channel.  And when I got back to the hotel this evening, I had a tiny bit of time left to wander around <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bebek">Bebek</a> &#8212; I&#8217;d been hoping to find a suitable gift for Emmie, but the closest thing I could spot was a onesie that read, &#8220;My other car seat is in a Porsche&#8221;.  </p>

<p>Had to pass on that one.  (If only for strictly factual reasons.)</p>

<p>Dinner was pleasant enough. I needed to avoid a repeat of last night, where I dined awkwardly alone in a very fancy fish restaurant, <a href="http://www.turkishtime.org/26/95_2_en.asp">Poseidon</a>.  So tonight I wound up eating a köfte sandwich, instead, from a snack-hut-thing about a block off the main strip (and maybe 15 yards east of McDonald&#8217;s).  As far as I could tell, this place had everything going for it &#8212; harsh flourescent lighting, a group of old men smoking and sipping tea, Rubbermaid furniture, and a flow of bus drivers who kept darting in and running back out clutching hot dogs.</p>

<p>Like I said&#8230; &#8216;twas pleasant enough.  I even topped off the meal with a wee dram of Turkish coffee.  Though I made the same mistake as I invariably do at Don and Lorna&#8217;s, namely, I got greedy and took one sip too many, and hence wound up with a mouthful of coffee grounds.  Cleanses the palate, at least.</p>

<p>Anyhow.  Home tomorrow AM, and now it&#8217;s the weekend.  Whoo-hoo!</p>
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    <title>What I did on my summer vacation</title>
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    <published>2006-09-05T03:54:17Z</published>
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    <summary>Well, that was awfully nice. It probably doesn&#8217;t sound like much of a holiday - seven days just sitting at home - but for Em and me, &#8216;twas Quality Time of the finest calibre. The best part? On regular weekends,...</summary>
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        <![CDATA[<p>Well, <em>that</em> was awfully nice.  It probably doesn&#8217;t sound like much of a holiday - seven days just sitting at home - but for Em and me, &#8216;twas Quality Time of the finest calibre.</p>

<p>The best part?  On regular weekends, I&#8217;ve noticed that Emmie always tends to be more affectionate on Sundays.  (Azure&#8217;s clued into the same thing.)  After my absence during the workweek, I suppose, Saturdays seem a bit strange to her, like she doesn&#8217;t quite know what to make of the dude who&#8217;s suddenly loafing around the living room.   By Sunday, though, she&#8217;s figured things out again.  Point being, this vacation was like seven straight Sundays.  I had Emelyn biting at my ankles and clambering up my knees pretty much the entire time.  Good stuff!</p>

<p>And good timing, too:  Last week we crossed the threshold between &#8216;Emelyn Can Walk&#8217; (a few cautious steps here and there) to &#8216;Emelyn is Walking&#8217; (such that she now prefers it to crawling, half the time).  I&#8217;d a-been sore had I missed that, and so I&#8217;m tickled that I didn&#8217;t.</p>

<p>In lieu of a Club Med vacation, our big purchase for the week was a Hamax bike seat, now sitting stately on the back of Azure&#8217;s bike.  You never know until you try, of course, but turns out that Emmie is a big fan.  (She just loathes wearing a bike helmet, is all.)</p>

<p>We made three little trips over the course of the week - first a visit to the Green Dragon in Chesterton, where Emmie saw ducklings; then an outing through Grantchester Meadows to the Rupert Brooke, and finally, a simple ride through Coldham&#8217;s Commons, which is a series of fields not far from our house.  Cambridgeshire&#8217;s geography may be flat and unapologetically pastoral, but it makes for some nice cycle paths.</p>

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<p>We did make one trip further afield,  to London.  There we visited with Jen (who grew up on Waldron Island with Katrina) and Soumaila, and their 5 week old baby, Amara.  As Amara is still a very wee and sleepy baby, Emelyn wasn&#8217;t all that interested in her, but she was quite captivated with the open/close button on Jen&#8217;s DVD player, and all the other blinkenlights near the TV.  </p>

<p>The six of us also popped out to Corham&#8217;s Fields, just across the street, which is a really lovely children&#8217;s park near Russell Square.  Emelyn hit another key developmental milestone there, namely, she chased pigeons for the first time in her life.  IMHO, it ranked among the cutest things she&#8217;s done yet, given that she was toddling around in circles, squealing, with me holding one hand and the other one raised in the air, furiously signing &#8216;bird, bird, bird&#8217;.</p>

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<p>That&#8217;s mostly it.   There were some good pub lunches here and there, a very nice evening out at Cotto for Az and me (thanks, Helen!), and, of course, one big healthy dollop of lazy time for me to fritter away with various Nintendo/Apple/Nikon/Sony-branded electronics.  </p>

<p>(* You&#8217;ve watched the videos, seen the pictures, read the blog - but did ya know that I also spent the week <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Advance_Wars:_Dual_Strike">leading a ragtag band of soldiers</a> in a tactically brilliant, if terribly time-consuming, campaign against the treacherous Black Hole Army?  Or that Azure donated some of her own time to aid an <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mario#Biography">Italian plumber</a> and a <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Toad_%28nintendo%29">sapient, anthropomorphic monarchist mushroom</a> joined in a quest to rescue Princess Peach?  We are busy, <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Slacker">busy</a> people!)</p>
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    <title>Blueberries, more blueberries</title>
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    <published>2006-09-02T01:08:54Z</published>
    <updated>2008-11-07T23:39:02Z</updated>

    <summary>For those preferring the naturalistic filmmaking technique of cinéma vérité, here&#8217;s a five-minute-long and mostly-unedited video showing Emmie eating blueberries. And then eating more blueberries. The current working title is &#8216;blueberries&#8217;. Not the most entertaining featurette, admittedly, but as they...</summary>
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        <![CDATA[<p>For those preferring the naturalistic filmmaking technique of <em>cinéma vérité</em>, here&#8217;s a five-minute-long and mostly-unedited video showing Emmie eating blueberries.  And then eating more blueberries.  The current working title is &#8216;blueberries&#8217;.  </p>

<p>Not the most entertaining featurette, admittedly, but as <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Does_exactly_what_it_says_on_the_tin">they say</a> in these parts, it does exactly what it says on the tin.</p>

<p>Seriously, though, the kid is <em>crazy</em> about blueberries.</p>

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    <title>Holiday</title>
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    <published>2006-09-01T09:01:07Z</published>
    <updated>2008-11-07T23:39:16Z</updated>

    <summary>I&#8217;ve been at home all week, having taken the week off work to simply spend some time with Azure and Emelyn. Lots to write about, later &#8212; but I&#8217;ve already stayed up too late compiling this video. Hi! --&gt;...</summary>
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    <title>Hotline</title>
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    <published>2006-08-22T15:15:00Z</published>
    <updated>2008-11-07T23:39:42Z</updated>

    <summary>So Em&#8217;s started calling me at work, now. She&#8217;s long considered our cordless phone to be the very finest of teething toys, and if you leave it anywhere within reach, she&#8217;ll be stuffing it in her mouth moments later. Of...</summary>
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        <![CDATA[<p>So Em&#8217;s started calling me at work, now.  She&#8217;s long considered our cordless phone to be the very finest of teething toys, and if you leave it anywhere within reach, she&#8217;ll be stuffing it in her mouth moments later.  </p>

<p>Of course, the beeping keypad on the aforementioned phone is just icing on the cake.  Emmie&#8217;s definitely clued in to the fact that squeezing the buttons as she&#8217;s chewing on the top of the phone creates a pleasing series of tones, and she therefore works the phone much like one would play a clarinet or recorder - top part goes in the mouth, whilst the fingers busily press all the various keys.</p>

<p>A couple of weeks ago, Emelyn actually managed to call 1-1-2, which is the UK equivalent of 9-1-1, and you can bet they rang us right back.  (They were understanding about the whole matter, and didn&#8217;t send a copper around, if only because they&#8217;d heard Azure in the background saying, &#8220;Who&#8217;s got the phone?  Who&#8217;s got the phone?&#8221; before it hung up.)</p>

<p>We&#8217;ve tried to be careful about things since then, but yesterday at about three, I get an oddly-truncated call at the office that wasn&#8217;t anything but a few seconds of heavy breathing and strange slobbering noises.   Caller ID indicated it was Azure.  I think it&#8217;s enough to say that I felt quite confident that this was not, in fact, Azure.  A subsequent call home confirmed this, a did the telling presence of drool on the &#8216;redial&#8217; button.</p>

<p>All of which is a roundabout way of coming to this:  Call me anytime, Emmie!  Because I miss you dearly when I&#8217;m at work&#8230;</p>

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<entry>
    <title>&quot;Come for the food, stay for the weather&quot;</title>
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    <published>2006-08-21T04:21:32Z</published>
    <updated>2008-11-08T02:05:09Z</updated>

    <summary>Not quite sure what to make of British summer. After an unbearably hot July, it feels like it&#8217;s been raining for most of August &#8212; walking down the streets of Cambridge, we&#8217;ve been smelling the familiar scent of firewood and...</summary>
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        <![CDATA[<p>Not quite sure what to make of British summer.  After an unbearably hot July, it feels like it&#8217;s been raining for most of August &#8212; walking down the streets of Cambridge, we&#8217;ve been smelling the familiar scent of firewood and burning coal.  Great stuff, sure, just not very&#8230; August-y?</p>

<p>Emmie and I made the best of it this morning, at least &#8212; while Azure had a lie-in, I bundled The Boss into the backpack and the two of us jaunted up Mill Road to the &#8216;Nip In&#8217; market where we grabbed a couple of fresh-from-the-oven croissants.  (Emelyn passed on the pastries, having already eaten her peaches-and-apricot breakfast at home.  High-fiber&#8217;s where it&#8217;s at for Emmie this weekend, at least, as she&#8217;s needed a little extra something to keep the traffic movin&#8217;, if you catch my drift.)</p>

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<p>By the time we got home it was 8:45, and time for morning nap.  We read a few Oliver Jeffers books, first &#8212; I&#8217;m a big fan of <a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/images/0399245030/ref=dp_otherviews_1/002-6754858-7500005?ie=UTF8&amp;s=books&amp;img=1">&#8216;Lost and Found&#8217;</a>, while Em&#8217;s mum really likes <a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/reader/0399242864/ref=sib_dp_pt/002-6754858-7500005#reader-link">&#8216;How To Catch a Star&#8217;</a>.  Emelyn, of course, is nuts about almost any printed material, so she was an easy audience, and happily turned all the pages and pointed out the protagonists in every picture.</p>

<p>Our Sunday afternoon was equally mellow.  The three of us went to the children&#8217;s section at Border&#8217;s again, since it&#8217;s pretty much Emelyn&#8217;s favorite hangout.  (Emelyn&#8217;s big discovery there this time was a plush doll of Beaker, the Muppet.)  And then we very briefly went to Cafe Nero, though Emelyn started getting reeeeally fussy, such that our coffee order got changed to &#8216;take away&#8217; by the time we hit the register.  (Emmie apparently hates the sound of milk being steamed.)</p>

<p>Anyhow, if you&#8217;re keen, check out the latest video.  Emelyn&#8217;s always been obsessed with the camera, but we just started realizing the fun you can have by flipping the LCD viewfinder around so it faces out, like the lens.  (Basically, you can see her reaction as she sees herself on the screen.  Which is pretty adorable, if I do say so meself.)</p>

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    <title>Of Bobos and babies</title>
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    <published>2006-08-14T03:46:46Z</published>
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    <summary>Emelyn took eight steps at Border&#8217;s yesterday. Seeing all the books and small people makes her pretty happy, you see, and she wound up distracted enough to actually walk a few feet before suddenly remembering that she can&#8217;t walk. We...</summary>
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        <![CDATA[<p>Emelyn took eight steps at Border&#8217;s yesterday.  Seeing all the books and small people makes her pretty happy, you see, and she wound up distracted enough to actually walk a few feet before suddenly remembering that she can&#8217;t walk.  We never got a repeat performance, but Az and I were plenty proud, nonetheless.</p>

<p>Emmie is also saying &#8216;Bobo&#8217;, which is one of three words used in her favorite story (&#8216;Hug&#8217;, by Jez Alborough).  I&#8217;m admittedly disappointed that a fictional chimpanzee took priority over &#8216;Daddy&#8217;, but Bobo&#8217;s also around the house more.  And, as anybody who&#8217;s read the book will tell you, Bobo could do with a little attention, anyways.</p>

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<p>By the way &#8212; the most adorable thing in the world is to see Emelyn make the sign for &#8216;baby&#8217;.  Now &#8216;baby&#8217; is supposed to be a cradle-like thing you do with your arms, but Emmie&#8217;s version looks more like the &#8216;I love you&#8217; sign in ASL, and when I go out on a limb and say it&#8217;s the Most Adorable Thing In The World, I&#8217;m being totally serious.  Biased and unobjective, maybe, but still quite serious.</p>
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    <title>Thanks, Auntie</title>
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    <published>2006-08-01T16:02:57Z</published>
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    <summary>Auntie is gone, and it&#8217;s difficult to say who misses her the most: Emmie (because she adores Auntie), Azure (because sis made life easy for four weeks), or myself (because Az and I got to run out the door whenever...</summary>
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        <![CDATA[<p>Auntie is gone, and it&#8217;s difficult to say who misses her the most:  Emmie (because she adores Auntie), Azure (because sis made life easy for four weeks), or myself (because Az and I got to run out the door whenever we felt like it, whoohoo!).</p>

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<p>Ah well.  There&#8217;s a million little things to report.  Emmie&#8217;s signing &#8216;bird&#8217; all the time, though she&#8217;s admittedly liberal with its usage (along with the bird in her picture book, she uses it to mean &#8216;outside&#8217; and &#8216;tree&#8217;, too).  She also signs for &#8216;ball&#8217; and &#8216;all done&#8217;, and I&#8217;m betting her next one will be &#8216;PowerBook G4&#8217;.  </p>

<p>Emmie increasingly stands on her own, hands-free, but only if she doesn&#8217;t actually think about it.  (It&#8217;s all reminiscent of old Looney Tunes cartoons, where Wile E. Coyote goes running off a cliff, but never actually drops until he looks down.)  Emelyn will also walk short distances with a minimally-supportive hand-hold, although the moment she figures out you&#8217;re actually encouraging her to walk a bit, she sits down in protest.  She&#8217;s got her own schedule for this stuff&#133;</p>

<p>Emelyn is also turning mischievous - she can turn on the TV, open a laptop latch (rather impressive, that), and she won&#8217;t stop reaching for door handles, either.  We&#8217;ve started re-arranging some of the furniture and toys into a kind of Victor-Hugo-inspired barricade, in response, and that keeps her from most of the consumer electronics.  Baby gates are on order, too.</p>

<p>Well, maybe that isn&#8217;t a million things, after all.  What to say?  Life here just seems to be trucking along like normal; can&#8217;t really complain.</p>
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<entry>
    <title>Todo me parece bonito</title>
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    <published>2006-07-18T05:18:39Z</published>
    <updated>2008-11-07T23:53:39Z</updated>

    <summary>Every summer, they throw a little fete at the Rosie Maternity ward. We discovered this a year ago, because the party kicked off while Azure was checking into the hospital. I was keen to spend a few pounds on the...</summary>
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        <![CDATA[<p>Every summer, they throw a little fete at the Rosie Maternity ward.  We discovered this a year ago, because the party kicked off while Azure was checking into the hospital.  I was keen to spend a few pounds on the Tombola that day, mostly because I didn&#8217;t know what a Tombola was, and partly because proceeds went to support the Special Care Baby unit.  (That had sounded like a good enough cause, then.  Now we <em>know</em> it is.)</p>

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<p>The &#8216;Premrose Fete&#8217; is a tiny affair, really, but with a huge heart.  You can toss coins at a litre of whisky, six goes a pound, nearest coin wins.  Or you can throw wet sponges at one of the doctors volunteering to be a target.  Better still, there&#8217;s a coffee table where you can buy a whole cake for four pounds, and right behind it you&#8217;ll find a few old ladies sitting around and pretending (poorly, at that) to be uninterested in just which of their cakes you&#8217;re eyeing.  There&#8217;s a BBQ, of course, plus a little tent selling <a href="http://jasoncook.com/2005/06/pimms-punts-and-pembroke-college.html">Pimm&#8217;s</a>, and a Lucky Dip with prizes for children and the Tambola for the adults.</p>

<p>Anyhow, Emelyn turns 1 this week.  And so it came to mind that maybe it was time for us to go back to the little party, too.</p>

<p>Suffice to say that Azure&#8217;s coin landed close enough to the whisky bottle that they took down her name, Jami won herself a packet of Christmas incense at the Tombola, and I bought an &#8216;Irish Brack loaf&#8217; from a very pleased old lady.  Then there were some steel drum players, who pretty much appeared from nowhere, and Emelyn smiled and started to clap.</p>

<p>My thoughts exactly, kiddo.</p>

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    <title>A July picnic</title>
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    <published>2006-07-09T05:19:20Z</published>
    <updated>2008-11-08T05:05:49Z</updated>

    <summary>Sometimes you get one of those days so good, it reminds you to be grateful for all the others. Case in point: last Sunday, when Azure, Jami, Emmie and I set down for a picnic on Jesus Green, near the...</summary>
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        <![CDATA[<p>Sometimes you get one of those days so good, it reminds you to be grateful for all the others.  Case in point:  last Sunday, when Azure, Jami, Emmie and I set down for a picnic on Jesus Green, near the Cam.  Now, say what you will about British weather (and <em>I&#8217;ve</em> said plenty) but when it&#8217;s good, it&#8217;s good &#8212; and Sunday was downright great.</p>

<p>There&#8217;s not much story to tell, really.  We carved our way through a bunch of picnic goodies, watched the world go by, and played around with the videocamera &#8212; here&#8217;s a little footage.</p>

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    <title>Hassling the Hoff</title>
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    <published>2006-06-16T08:16:57Z</published>
    <updated>2010-02-08T17:45:59Z</updated>

    <summary>Look, I&#8217;m sure there&#8217;s a funny way to set this up, a way to craft a clever tale which reserves the punchline for the very end, and transforms this little narrative into a ripping yarn. But since this post is...</summary>
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        <![CDATA[<p>Look, I&#8217;m sure there&#8217;s a funny way to set this up, a way to craft a clever tale which reserves the punchline for the very end, and transforms this little narrative into a ripping yarn.</p>

<p>But since this post is overdue enough as is, let&#8217;s just out with the truth, shall we?</p>

<p>Last week, I went to a David Hasselhoff concert in Germany.</p>

<p>No, I mean, seriously, I went <em>running</em> to a David Hasselhoff concert.  Last week.  In Berlin.  Germany.</p>

<p>And now that <em>that&#8217;s</em> out of the way, let me try to set it  all up:</p>

<p>Az, Em, and I have been bouncing from place to place the last coupla weeks.  The ladies went from Indianapolis straight to LA; I returned for a few crazy days back in Cambridge (typically hectic workweek, with a jet-lag twist) then jetted off to Berlin for a week for the Google European Sales Conference.</p>

<p>Suffice to say my corporate overlords are just as post-ironic as any hipster out there; somebody high up thought it would be funny to fly David Hasselhoff over to sing to our company party for a few hours. </p>

<p>I was actually a few blocks away when The Hoff started his set - I&#8217;d snuck out to sightsee and visit the Reichstag, since it was around the corner - but I went running once I realized what was going on.  Alas, that means I wasn&#8217;t standing close enough to be in the <a href="http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=1764278076427622986&amp;q=hasselhoff+berlin">video</a>.  But I was there.</p>

<p>Anyhow, we&#8217;re still moving around.  Right now, the three of us are together in Palo Alto, as I&#8217;m spending the week at the Googleplex.  The ladies joined me at work for breakfast this morning at the <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/brettlider/tags/nonamecafe/">No-Name-CafÃ©</a>.  Emmie had some whole-wheat pancake, organic peach, and scrambled eggs, while I had a blueberry smoothie, kombucha tea, scrambled eggs, and part of Azure&#8217;s breakfast burrito.  Good times.</p>
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    <title>Long day</title>
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    <published>2006-05-30T04:14:59Z</published>
    <updated>2008-11-08T05:07:55Z</updated>

    <summary>Sometimes, the journey is not the reward. Take, for instance, the 30-or-40-odd hour trek that Azure and I endured getting from Indianapolis to L.A. and London (respectively). We woke up at 5am (Chicago time) only to leave at 1am -...</summary>
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        <![CDATA[<p>Sometimes, the journey is <em>not</em> the reward.  Take, for instance, the 30-or-40-odd hour trek that Azure and I endured getting from Indianapolis to L.A. and London (respectively).  We woke up at 5am (Chicago time) only to leave at 1am - Az and Em flew off a couple of hours before I did, but only after enduring a 3-hour wait on the Tarmac.  I can only imagine.</p>

<p>As for me, I landed at LHR around 2pm local time, and am just now catching the 7:45 train home.  Very. Long. Day.  </p>

<p>Cutest bit was this: right after limping into work, I discovered that I was scheduled to interview a job candidate that very minute.  I managed to run into the restroom to brush my teeth, at least, but I can still only imagine what the poor fellow thought of my employer after his interview.  <em>(My god, they&#8217;re all zombies!  Catatonic!  Crazy!)</em></p>

<p>Anyways, if the journey wasn&#8217;t so rewarding this time &#8216;round, the destination certainly was:  our Memorial Day weekend turned out to be a great chance to meet extended family and glimpse parts of the country I&#8217;d never before visited.  Indianapolis was unexpectedly verdant and green, and the local&#8217;s friendliness a contrast to the British reserve.  I also managed to take in (A) a White Castle, (B) a live-bait vending machine, and (C) a sunny morning in a local laundromat that offered the best people-watching that side of the Atlantic. </p>

<p>Better still, we did stuff with Emelyn that we&#8217;ve never had a chance to do in the UK, like go to a big coffee shop for early-morning breakfast.  (Naugahyde booths are one of the things about America that I miss most dearly; I don&#8217;t care if it&#8217;s a Denny&#8217;s or Cocos or a Bob Evan&#8217;s, a real-deal coffee-shop is one thing Euros just can&#8217;t seem to duplicate.)  </p>

<p>Oh, and we can now tick one very minor item off the &#8220;not-a-real-American-baby-til-you-do-this&#8221; list:  Emelyn finally got to try Cheerios, pawing them off the table into her mouth in her not-even-slightly-dextrous way. </p>
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    <title>Illinois and Indiana</title>
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    <published>2006-05-27T20:46:12Z</published>
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    <summary>It was never going to be easy, but the last couple days featured less sleep and more contingency planning than I&#8217;d ever expected. Our flight from Heathrow to O&#8217;Hare wasn&#8217;t much fun, but at least it got off the ground,...</summary>
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        <![CDATA[<p>It was never going to be easy, but the last couple days featured less sleep and more contingency planning than I&#8217;d ever expected.  Our flight from Heathrow to O&#8217;Hare wasn&#8217;t much fun, but at least it got off the ground, which is more than can be said for the (canceled) jump from O&#8217;Hare to Indianapolis.  And yet that&#8217;s still more than could be said for the &#8216;free shuttle&#8217; that was supposed to drive us to a Chicago airport hotel but never showed, supposedly being &#8220;en route&#8221; for hours&#8230;</p>

<p>Anyhow, we&#8217;re here now, having rolled into Indianapolis in a rental Hyundai, a mere 24 hours behind schedule.  Lots of family present to greet us on arrival.</p>

<p>Plus, I should note that traveler&#8217;s luck can go both ways:  Yesterday, Em started shrieking like crazy in the backseat, obviously in need of an immediate diaper change, and what should Dad discover but, lo! - the &#8216;World&#8217;s Largest Fireworks Superstore&#8217; sitting at the next offramp.</p>

<p>For the record &#8212; holding a happy, babbling baby in one arm, and clutching a pack of bottle rockets in the other is a mighty fine feeling.</p>

<p>Happy Memorial Day!</p>
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    <title>Pomp and Circumstance</title>
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    <published>2006-05-18T05:39:54Z</published>
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    <summary>I graduated from Cambridge last weekend. It&#8217;s a little after the fact, now &#8212; I&#8217;ve been back at work for nine months, along with the rest of my class, so the whole affair wound up feeling more like a reunion...</summary>
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        <![CDATA[<p>I graduated from Cambridge last weekend.  It&#8217;s a little after the fact, now &#8212; I&#8217;ve been back at work for nine months, along with the rest of my class, so the whole affair wound up feeling more like a reunion than a mortarboard-tossing end-of-school finalÃ©.  Still fun, though.</p>

<p>Sure, I have my small grumbles about JBS and Cambridge, but one thing I can&#8217;t begrudge the University is its absolute lock on pomp and circumstance &#8212; with nearly 800 years of graduation ceremonies under its belt, Cambridge gets away with some wacky stuff in the name of tradition.</p>

<p>Like, the graduation ceremony is still entirely in Latin.  Which is a good thing, since it precludes the usual guest-celebrity commencement speech.  (Boooring.)  Instead, they get right down to the business of conferring degrees.  (Actually, there&#8217;s one weird bit, first, where the praelector introduces the college, bowing low and doffing his hat at unpredictable intervals.  Hadn&#8217;t seen anything like <em>that</em> before&#8230;)</p>

<p>And this, then, is how the actual degree is conferred:  first, the praelector stretches out his fingers, and four students each grab a digit.  Then, he gives a bit of a spiel about the degree, which in our case was rather funny, inasmuch the praelector couldn&#8217;t remember how to say &#8216;MBA&#8217; in Latin.  After an awkward pause, he mentioned something about <em>Maestrum Negozium et Powerpointium</em> which sounded convincing, and then in turn, we each kneeled on a small pillow in front of Magdalene&#8217;s Master, who would clasp our raised hands while giving us his own little benediction.</p>

<p>By the time I was down on the pillow, I half-expected somebody would pull out a sword and tap my shoulders, too, but in truth, you just get up, make a little bow, and head on out of the Senate House.   I was actually quite joyous in the moment &#8212; but that had mostly to do with the fact that I didn&#8217;t trip over my gown when kneeling or getting up.  It&#8217;s a small but real risk, apparently, and they warn you about it.</p>

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<p>Anyhow, I did fine.  Can&#8217;t entirely say the same thing about Emelyn &#8212; though I will proudly say she did an admirable job of keeping quiet for the first 30 students or so.  She sat stately on Azure&#8217;s lap, flipping the pages of a board books, but after 15 minutes or so, she obviously felt it was time for a little dialogue with her book, instead.  Now, it&#8217;s gravely quiet in the Senate House &#8212; far quieter than we&#8217;d anticipated &#8212; so Az made the call and had our babbling baby whisked outside by Tante Hannelore, in the nick of time.  So it was all good.</p>

<p>In short: a fine weekend.  We took Mom &amp; Dad and the Hearsts over to Ely, too, where there&#8217;s a nice cathedral and some good chippies.  Looking back, we took fewer photos than we should&#8217;ve, but hey, we were having a good time.</p>
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    <title>Soooo big + a Grantchester sojourn</title>
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    <published>2006-05-08T01:54:46Z</published>
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    <summary>Last week, for the record, was one I never quite got the hang of. First, Monday was a holiday in Europe, which sounds dandy, but then I was fool enough to peek at my Blackberry the night before; that unwise...</summary>
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        <![CDATA[<p>Last week, for the record, was one I never quite got the hang of.  </p>

<p>First, Monday was a holiday in Europe, which sounds dandy, but then I was fool enough to peek at my Blackberry the night before; that unwise move kicked off a firedrill featuring poorly-translated press releases and a Spanish telecoms operator (my former employer, natch).  Tuesday was no better; it was a 5:45 wake-up to get to Heathrow, to spend the day in Munich, where I visited the airport, a freeway, and an office building.</p>

<p>Sure, there was <em>some</em> travel excitement &#8212; I came within 5 minutes of missing the last plane out, and this after (and I do not exaggerate, here, swear) our <em>Taxi-fahrer</em> clocked 190kph/118mph getting us to the airport.  Got home right before midnight, so it was cold Wheetabix for din-din.</p>

<p>No time for shopping, obviously, but I brought home a wonderful souvenir, regardless:  my left ear has been plugged for six days now.  [Aargh.]</p>

<p>Anyhow, that&#8217;s just the start of things.    But much as <em>I</em> just enjoyed venting, right there, I&#8217;ve got no right to complain &#8212; Azure and Emelyn were both down with fevers over the weekend.  Emelyn&#8217;s fought one virus or another since Easter, it seems, and I&#8217;m sure nothing&#8217;s easier than taking care of a sick baby than when you&#8217;re sick and alone, yourself.  So a rough week all &#8216;round.  </p>

<p>Better, then, to truncate this post, and point to some videos instead.  Here&#8217;s our triumvirate two weeks ago, outside the Rupert Brooke pub in Grantchester.  It&#8217;s Emmie&#8217;s first time on grass, not to mention her first attempts at describing her own height&#8230; ah, good times.</p>

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    <title>Rome video</title>
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    <published>2006-04-24T16:16:01Z</published>
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    <summary>It was a stay-at-home weekend, as both Azure and Emelyn have a cough-and-cold combo that&#8217;s been pretty rough. (Emmie had some sniffles in Rome, but the doctors think she caught another virus right after, and it&#8217;s been way worse the...</summary>
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        <![CDATA[<p>It was a stay-at-home weekend, as both Azure and Emelyn have a cough-and-cold combo that&#8217;s been pretty rough.  (Emmie had some sniffles in Rome, but the doctors think she caught another virus right after, and it&#8217;s been way worse the second time around.)  Both were running fevers earlier in the weekend, and Azure had to get up throughout the night to feed Emmie, who&#8217;s eating in smaller doses.  Not easy.</p>

<p>On a happier note, staying in gave me a chance to go through the hour of tape we shot in Rome, and make a 6-minute movie out of it.  I&#8217;m starting to understand why family home videos are so maligned- I dumped 13 gigabytes of footage onto Azure&#8217;s Powerbook, and we still had a hard time finding clips where the shaky camera didn&#8217;t leave the viewer seasick, or where my own bubbling, asinine commentary managed to achieve the same effect.</p>

<p>Anyhoo.  Here&#8217;s the goods:  </p>

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<p>Alrighty, then.  Pulling into King&#8217;s Cross as I type; so ends the nice part of Monday morning.  I strongly suspect this&#8217;ll be another Week Of Pain at work - so see you Saturday!</p>
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    <title>Home from Rome</title>
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    <published>2006-04-20T05:03:30Z</published>
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    <summary>And what a skip, hop, and a jump that was&#133; We&#8217;re back from Rome, which was as great as ever. Ditto for Emelyn, who hit the Italians with a shock-and-awe charm offensive so big it deserved State Department funding. (I&#8217;m...</summary>
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        <![CDATA[<p>And what a skip, hop, and a jump <em>that</em> was&#133;</p>

<p>We&#8217;re back from Rome, which was as great as ever.  Ditto for Emelyn, who hit the Italians with a shock-and-awe charm offensive so big it deserved State Department funding.  (I&#8217;m sure Emmie would&#8217;ve toned down the maximum-wattage cuteness if she&#8217;d realized that nearly every Italian man, woman, and child seemed to think she was our darling boy.  The multitudes kept stopping in their tracks to say &#8220;Ciao Bello!&#8221; to her - not <em>quite</em> the same as &#8220;Ciao Bella&#8221;.)</p>

<p>Anyhow, it was a fine time, and thanks to a few years&#8217; worth of Starwood Points, the whole affair was a mighty luxurious free ride, to boot.  We stayed on Via Veneto, in a hotel that was palatial in style and scale.  Emelyn, for her part, quickly discovered she had more space to crawl around than she does at home, and promptly went nuts venturing from the bathroom to the bedroom and back again.  </p>

<p>The clear highlight of the trip from her perspective was the hotel&#8217;s bathroom scale, which she joyously clambered on every two minutes.  A bit obsessive, perhaps, but still a better fixation than her very first object of desire, namely, the cable that dangled from the plasma TV screen.  She&#8217;s her dad&#8217;s daughter, for sure - Emelyn started pulling and yanking on that bit of high-priced technology about 30 seconds after we first entered the room - but Azure and I quickly jerry-rigged a Grand Barricade that kept her from the electrics.</p>

<p>We didn&#8217;t spend the entire time in the hotel, of course &#8212; we pushed across most of the Centro Storico in our five days there.  For Azure and I, the trip was prioritized solely along culinary lines, and we hit pretty much every target on our list.  I&#8217;m proud to report that Emelyn&#8217;s first pasta was from Da Tonino&#8217;s (the staff there not only recognized us, but gave me the kiss-kiss) and her first bite of pizza was equally proper, coming from Pizzeria Da Baffeto.  Nuthin&#8217; but the best for <em>my</em> girl.</p>

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<p>Food and <em>caffe</em> aside, it was a surprisingly mellow trip.  Azure and I both went to bed at 8pm or so every night, since Em&#8217;s crib blocked the door - no in and out privileges for either parent.  The Easter holiday also meant that a lot of the city was closed.  We spent Easter Sunday lunching and lounging in the Villa Borghese with some friends who run a hostel in Rome, and wound up splurging on room service later that night, as every restaurant outside the hotel was shut down or full up.  (Pity the Starwood points didn&#8217;t cover <em>that</em> doozy of a bill.)</p>

<p>Sleeping in is never an option, anymore, but in Rome the mornings were still infinitely more civil than the workweek here.  The most treasured part of my day was rolling out of bed, grabbing Emelyn, and heading down the block to a Bar for a morning cappuccino.  (It was also a chance to learn just how fast Emelyn&#8217;s become &#8212; she swiped my very first cappuccino in Rome right off the bar, and sent the full cup clattering to the floor.  But that also taught me how carrying a baby is like wearing a VIP pass in Italy; the staff were ludicrously gracious about the whole affair.)</p>

<p>What else?  We squeezed in multiple visits to the saints &#8212; San Eustachio for coffee, San Crispino for gelato.  Never went shopping, really, except for a brief look inside La Cicogna near the Spanish Steps, where we saw a Burberry dress for infants being hawked for a mere 275 Euro.  (Not Emelyn&#8217;s size, I&#8217;m afraid.)  Managed to visit Lo Zozzone for sandwiches made on top of pizza bianca right out of the oven, and ate deep-fried zucchini flowers at an Hostaria in the Jewish ghetto.  Can&#8217;t complain.</p>

<p>That&#8217;s all I have to tell.  Though I should add one note, for the record:  Getting there and back was <em>not</em> half the fun.  Emelyn had sniffles and a cough for most of the trip, and the plane ride there was hard.  Going back was worse - first, <em>poverina</em> vomited in the taxi, then Azure and I aged a few years as we almost missed the plane. Once aboard, Emelyn pretty much screamed at any point when she wasn&#8217;t read the &#8216;Are You My Mother?&#8217; book.  She definitely won the Worst Baby On The Plane Award going home; not much else I can say except that she&#8217;s one for superlatives.  (Plus, she&#8217;s got a very good excuse - since Rome, she seems to have picked up a secondary infection that has left her totally miserable, now.)  Overall, the travelling bit was a far cry from our last trip stateside, where Emelyn behaved so very nicely that our kind neighbors on the plane actually sent Emmie a pair of booties from New Zealand a few weeks afterwards.  But that&#8217;s a story unto itself&#133;</p>
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    <title>Rome is where the heart is.</title>
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    <published>2006-04-12T06:45:19Z</published>
    <updated>2008-11-08T05:10:19Z</updated>

    <summary>Must. Stay. Focused. That&#8217;s my mantra, this week &#8212; I&#8217;m multitasking more than ever. (7 product launches in 8 countries in 4 weeks, gah!). Making things worse (or better, just depends when you ask) is the fact that Azure, Emelyn,...</summary>
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        <![CDATA[<p>Must.  Stay.  Focused.  </p>

<p>That&#8217;s my mantra, this week &#8212; I&#8217;m multitasking more than ever.  (7 product launches in 8 countries in 4 weeks, gah!).  Making things worse (or better, just depends when you ask) is the fact that Azure, Emelyn, and I plan to punch out on Wednesday evening and head to Rome for a long Easter weekend.  I can&#8217;t believe how much we&#8217;re all looking forward to this - 5 full days as a family sounds pretty unreal, right now.</p>

<p>Plus, it&#8217;s Rome, of all places.  I&#8217;m clutching plenty of joy in my life, these days, but Rome remains an unrequited love, and leaving the place still pangs me more than I ought admit.  As to <em>how</em> that crumbling, congested wreck of a city ever managed to shift the orbit of my life so many degrees, I have no idea.  Nor do I know just how long we&#8217;ll keep circling it, from afar.</p>

<p>Course, it&#8217;s all different this time &#8216;round.  Azure and I know the Centro Storico like the backs of our hands; either of us could plot you a course across the city that minimizes distance travelled while maximizing gelaterias en-route; knowledge like that dies hard.</p>

<p>Thing is, we&#8217;ve never done it with a stroller.  (And nevermind a <em>baby</em>.)  It&#8217;s not going to be easy.  Hell, the thought of merely crossing the street in Rome just struck fear deep into my heart.  </p>

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<p>The trick, you see, to asserting pedestrian rights in Italy is to conspicuously <em>not</em> look towards oncoming traffic.  Should you foolishly glance at a car barreling towards you, and they see you see them, man, there&#8217;s no way they&#8217;re slowing down.  (They know you&#8217;re not that dumb.)  No, in Italy, what you&#8217;ve got to do is to boldly and confidently step out into the middle of the road, and in a manner that indicates you are either (A) suicidal or (B) lack any peripheral vision whatsoever.  In this case, drivers will slam on their brakes, afraid they might dent their <em>cinquecento</em>, and you&#8217;re golden.  (An easy way to visualize all this is to harken back to the Indiana Jones movie where he blindly steps onto the invisible bridge - it&#8217;s exactly the same sort of &#8216;leap of faith&#8217; pose you need for stepping off the curb.)</p>

<p>So I&#8217;m supposed to do that with a Bugaboo?  Talk about raising the ante.</p>

<p>Then, of course, there&#8217;s the whole <a href="http://www.jasoncook.com/2008/07/rome-da-baffeto-tonino.html">eating-and-drinking thing</a>.  Let&#8217;s be frank, shall we &#8212;  Azure and I are not planning on visiting many museums and churches over Easter - this trip is all about precision-targeted raids at Pizzeria Da Baffeto&#8217;s, Pizzeria ai Marmi, Café San Eustachio, Gelateria di San Crispino, Da Tonino&#8217;s et cetera.  They say the Italians love <em>i bambini</em>, but I don&#8217;t recall seeing a lot of high chairs and sippy cups in any of these spots.  I can happily say that Emelyn remains pretty well-behaved in public, but still, we&#8217;re going to have to make a lot of judgement calls on whether or not our presence at a restaurant is, erm, appropriate.</p>

<p>Roma, <em>ci vediamo subito</em>.  In the meantime, I should get back to work&#8230;</p>
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    <title>Backpacker</title>
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    <published>2006-04-04T15:31:50Z</published>
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    <summary>One of the crazier curveballs that parenting has thrown at me, so far, is that it keeps getting progressively more fun. I&#8217;m mixing baseball metaphors, I know, but it&#8217;s a whole different ballgame now that Emelyn will crawl half-ways across...</summary>
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        <![CDATA[<p>One of the crazier curveballs that parenting has thrown at me, so far, is that it keeps getting progressively more <em>fun</em>. I&#8217;m mixing baseball metaphors, I know, but it&#8217;s a whole different ballgame now that Emelyn will crawl half-ways across the house to sit at my feet.  Newborns are lovely (I&#8217;m already a tad nostalgic), but in the last few weeks Emelyn has become an absolute hoot to be with.  She&#8217;s good company.</p>

<p>This was a good weekend.  It was just the regular rigamarole for the most part (<em>helllooo Grafton Centre</em>), though the three of us had some bonus fun spec&#8217;cing out backpacks.  The weather is finally turning, here, so we&#8217;ve been debating whether to buy one of those child-carrier packs for our jaunts around Cambridgeshire and our upcoming Easter in Rome.  </p>

<p>Emelyn&#8217;s reaction at being hoisted up for the first time was actually a pretty good one - her little head bobbled in almost every direction, just trying to take it all in.  That said, she started whimpering a few minutes later.  Suppose it was a lot to deal with, all at once.  Anyhow, we tried a few more packs later on and she seemed to enjoy &#8216;em thoroughly.  Guy at the store said most kids flat-out wail the first time they&#8217;re strapped into a pack - bet that&#8217;ll kill a sale.</p>

<p>Other than that, well, there&#8217;s not much to say.  The Daily Grind is, once again, on a &#8216;coarse&#8217; setting, but hey, Friday is already one day closer than it was yesterday&#8230;</p>
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    <published>2006-04-03T19:55:04Z</published>
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        <![CDATA[<p>Okeydoke, here&#8217;s some more footage from the videocamera, since the Nikon is busted:  </p>

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        <![CDATA[<p>A fast edit for a fast baby &#8212;  here&#8217;s another crawling video:</p>

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    <published>2006-03-22T08:05:35Z</published>
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    <summary>Another 9:15 haul out of King&#8217;s Cross, I&#8217;m afraid, though I played hooky for a bit this morning - took the 8:45 in, and spent my early morning with Em. Very well worth it, as she decided to crawl about...</summary>
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        <![CDATA[<p>Another 9:15 haul out of King&#8217;s Cross, I&#8217;m afraid, though I played hooky for a bit this morning - took the 8:45 in, and spent my early morning with Em.  Very well worth it, as she decided to crawl about the living room, in a patently-undeniable-this-time-round manner.  Crawling, for real.  Still a hint of the elbow-shuffling &#8216;commando&#8217; style to her movement, I&#8217;ll admit - but it was nevertheless honest-to-God hands-and-knees crawling, from point A to point B.  I don&#8217;t know what other adjective I can use to make the point, here, other than &#8216;veritable&#8217;, maybe.  So, yes, it was veritable crawling in Cambridge today, and we&#8217;ve got video, below.</p>

<p>Emelyn was 8 months, yesterday.  That seems absolutely ridiculous to me, now.  We all hear certain phrases <em>ad naseum</em> our whole childhoods, with &#8220;They grow up so fast, don&#8217;t they?&#8221; being one trope I&#8217;ve always loathed, and yet here I am, suddenly horrified at the blatant truthfulness therein.  Because, honestly, it seems only <em>yesterday</em> that I was plunking British Pound coins into the Kenco™ coffee machine at the Rosie Maternity; now Em is suddenly 8 months old, crawling dangerously towards the fireplace, and I find my own self clutching a free-sample-size can of &#8220;Pepsi Max coffee Cino - low-calorie coffee-flavoured soft drink&#8221; and riding a commuter train out of London.  <em>Mon Dieu!</em>  Where does all the time go, anyways?  (And why do I keep accepting these awful drink samples?)</p>

<p>Anyhow, as much as I could praise the beauty and joy of The Kid for hours, I figure it&#8217;s more fun to leave with a description of something shudderingly annoying.  In this case, it&#8217;s teeth grinding.  Sure, Emmie&#8217;s only got about 4.2 teeth, but she&#8217;s become literally obsessed with grinding the bottom two against her still-erupting front teeth.  To me, the noise is worse than scratching one&#8217;s fingernails on a chalkboard - it&#8217;s improbably loud, and horrifyingly grating.  And then she&#8217;ll up and do it again, not three seconds later.  </p>

<p>Without exaggerating, I&#8217;d guess Emelyn does this about 10-15 times an hour - I can only presume it feels good, since she&#8217;s teething - but hoo boy, it gives you the willies.  Can&#8217;t wait for this little trend to stop.  <em>EEEEE</em>?</p>

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    <title>St. Paddy&apos;s day</title>
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    <published>2006-03-18T05:22:06Z</published>
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    <summary>This week has been an awful one, work-wise, coming right on the heels of us choosing not to move to London. Ironic only in the Alannis Morissette sense. It&#8217;s launch week on a new site that was supposed to go...</summary>
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        <![CDATA[<p>This week has been an awful one, work-wise, coming right on the heels of us choosing not to move to London. Ironic only in the Alannis Morissette <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ironic_(song)#Linguistic_usage_disputes">sense</a>.</p>

<p>It&#8217;s launch week on a <a href="http://www.businessweek.com/technology/content/mar2006/tc20060320_591107.htm">new site</a> that was supposed to go live, like, two weeks ago.  Azure&#8217;s therefore put up with late nights and lousy conversation for five straight days and then, come Friday, I pop off and have a round with co-workers on St. Paddy&#8217;s.  </p>

<p>Not a mortal sin, or anything, but then I miss train, to boot.</p>

<p>So it wasn&#8217;t until 9:30 that I pulled out of King&#8217;s Cross.  That also meant dining at the station&#8217;s disreputable Burger King on a night that Az cooked a great dinner.  Clichéd salary-man tale if I&#8217;ve ever heard one, no?</p>

<p>Emmie&#8217;s been about as helpful as myself, lately.  Of course, three of her four front teeth just broke through her gums, so she has a good excuse for her terrible mood.  As a result of which she&#8217;s also been making this non-stop <em>EEEEEEEEEEEE</em>  noise all day long.  I only deal with 30 minutes or so of it before I&#8217;m out the door in the mornings; Azure on the other hand, is getting 40-hours-a-week worth.  Yikes.</p>

<p>Anyhow.  There&#8217;s a million-and-one ways anything and everything could be worse, so I&#8217;ll leave with a silver lining:   I stayed at home late this morning, so I could see a bit of Em.  I was trying to do whatever I could to stop her aforementioned whine, so I started a little waltz, holding her hand in mine; Blue Danube and then some.  She loved it.  Az came and watched, and Emmie just kept smiling, and for a brief, spinning moment, it was Friday morning in Paradise.</p>
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    <title>Ginger bread at Auntie&apos;s</title>
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    <published>2006-03-08T07:01:02Z</published>
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    <summary>As a kid, I loved reading books that talked about sweets. Desserts and treats always make a memorable appearance in good children&#8217;s literature, or at least, they do in every book I regard as good. Nobody, of course, is better...</summary>
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        <![CDATA[<p>As a kid, I loved reading books that talked about sweets.  Desserts and treats always make a memorable appearance in good children&#8217;s literature, or at least, they do in every book I regard as good.</p>

<p>Nobody, of course, is better at this than the Brits.  English stories always featured some dessert I&#8217;d never heard of, which sounded so good and exotic that I never quite knew if it was real, or utterly fantastical.</p>

<p>Narnia, for example, had Turkish Delight.  Dickens rambled on about flaming Christmas Pudding in  <em>A Christmas Carol</em>, which I adored.  I know a few books that mentioned treacle, which always sounded good, though I had no idea what it was.  Tolkien wrote a whole story about a baker&#8217;s quest to make the world&#8217;s finest &#8216;fairy-cake&#8217;.  And nevermind Roald Dahl - Fox and Badger&#8217;s stores of fizzy cider, plus the <em>scrum-dilly-umptious</em> universe of Mr. Wonka &amp; co.</p>

<p>It&#8217;s still going on.  I bet half of J.K. Rowling&#8217;s global success is due to the inclusion of Bertie Botts All-flavour Beans and frothing mugs of butterbeer in every Harry Potter book.  Who <em>wouldn&#8217;t</em> want a taste?</p>

<p>Now that I actually live in the UK, I obviously go bonkers when I come across one of these fine-sounding treats.  I have to have it.  Like on Sunday - Azure, Emmie, and I went out for tea to Auntie&#8217;s.  Azure ordered Lady Grey and apple pie, but I had &#8220;Hot Ginger Bread drizzled with warm maple syrup, topped with whipped cream&#8221;.  Never heard of such a thing, but boy, it seemed straight out of the storybooks.  </p>

<p>It was <em>awesome</em>.</p>

<p>Emelyn also dined out at Auntie&#8217;s, having some carrot-zucchini-butternut-squash puree. I&#8217;m tickled to report that she was perfectly behaved.  One old Englishman went so far as to wander over to our table, pause, and say, &#8220;Well she certainly doesn&#8217;t shout much&#8221;, with a nod of approval.</p>
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    <title>Two steps back</title>
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    <published>2006-03-01T07:11:36Z</published>
    <updated>2008-11-08T05:12:40Z</updated>

    <summary>I caught Emelyn&#8217;s cold over the weekend. So yesterday I spent the day at home. I&#8217;m actually pleased about the whole thing, now, because Emelyn managed her first crawl yesterday, and I was around for it. As you&#8217;d imagine, Azure...</summary>
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        <![CDATA[<p>I caught Emelyn&#8217;s cold over the weekend.  So yesterday I spent the day at home.  I&#8217;m actually pleased about the whole thing, now, because Emelyn managed her first crawl yesterday, and I was around for it.</p>

<p>As you&#8217;d imagine, Azure and I began hoopin&#8217; and hollerin&#8217; in the heat of the moment.  <em>She crawled!  She crawled!</em>  Having since watched the instant-replay footage on our videocamera, I&#8217;ll now grudgingly admit it wasn&#8217;t the most spectacular display of infant mobility ever seen.  Let&#8217;s just say that Emelyn&#8217;s short program was decidedly cautious, forgoing the triple-axel jump and the lutz for the time being.  Still, she did propel herself a good 16-18 inches from her starting position, clearly using both her arms and her legs.  You couldn&#8217;t exactly categorize her motions as a roll, pivot, or push.  So I&#8217;d call it a crawl.  (Tiny detail:  she can only do this going backwards.  But that counts, right?  Kind of?)</p>
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    <title>Another routine</title>
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    <published>2006-02-24T19:01:02Z</published>
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    <summary>Yesterday it snowed on me as I cycled to the train station, and the fields I pass in the train were all covered in white. Didn&#8217;t last, of course. Looking out the windows today, it&#8217;s almost hard to tell it&#8217;s...</summary>
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        <![CDATA[<p>Yesterday it snowed on me as I cycled to the train station, and the fields I pass in the train were all covered in white.  Didn&#8217;t last, of course.  Looking out the windows today, it&#8217;s almost hard to tell it&#8217;s winter, save for the smoke rising from passing chimneys.</p>

<p>Here is what our mornings are like.</p>

<p>Emelyn starts her day with a DVD (not really - she always spends a half-hour in our bed, first, getting fed and changed and pawing at our faces).   But most days, while I&#8217;m running in circles trying to get ready, Azure spins a few minutes of Baby Bach while she quickly prepares breakfast for Emmie and herself.</p>

<p>It&#8217;s too sweet a scene to leave:  Emelyn&#8217;s in her pajamas, still, wearing her tiny fleece vest and sitting upright on the living room floor.  The boppy pillow is behind her.  There&#8217;s a toy in her hand, of course - lately it&#8217;s been the birdie from her &#8216;Are You My Mother?&#8217; book.  And, yeah, she&#8217;s watching TV with absolutely huge eyes.  Today when I left, the screen was showing a closeup of a lava lamp, with some sonata playing in the background.  She loves it.</p>

<p>I never get out the door without saying &#8216;bye&#8217;.  Emmie shoots me this &#8220;Where do you think you&#8217;re going?&#8221; look.  So I wave, and she grins back.  Azure walks out from the kitchen stirring baby&#8217;s breakfast.  </p>

<p>And then I&#8217;m on my bike, going to the train station.</p>

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<entry>
    <title>Chillin&apos; in the crib</title>
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    <published>2006-02-16T17:08:36Z</published>
    <updated>2008-11-08T05:13:08Z</updated>

    <summary>Emelyn&#8217;s got a proper nursery now, and I&#8217;ve got a wrenched back. Both resulted from moving Emelyn&#8217;s fully-assembled wooden crib outside our master bedroom, half-ways down the stairs, up over the banister, a tad into the bathroom, a flip over...</summary>
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        <![CDATA[<p>Emelyn&#8217;s got a proper nursery now, and I&#8217;ve got a wrenched back.  Both resulted from moving Emelyn&#8217;s fully-assembled wooden crib outside our master bedroom, half-ways down the stairs, up over the banister, a tad into the bathroom, a flip over and under, and then into the guest room.  Mind you, ours is a little English terrace house, so the distance travelled was only twelve feet, but my, what a twisty, turny twelve-foot journey <em>that</em>was.</p>

<p>Course, if you really get down to it, the real reason I&#8217;m suddenly strutting around with this inflexible, zombie-like gait isn&#8217;t because we moved her crib, it&#8217;s because we didn&#8217;t take the crib apart, first.  Now that&#8217;s a quintessential Azure-and-Jason execution, if I ever saw such a thing: after all, why waste 10 minutes dis-assembling a crib when you can spend 90 minutes lifting it over your head?  (And then dis-assembling it to get it through the very last door.)</p>

<p>Anyhow.  Emelyn, for her part, is doing just dandy in her new digs.  She&#8217;s sleeping much better, especially when we first put her down in the evening.  In retrospect, there was probably way too much street noise in our front bedroom, where her crib used to be; things can get briefly riotous when the pub down the street lets out. </p>

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<p>Not a ton of other news to report.  Mobility is the other big change with Emmie, I suppose.  She&#8217;s not crawling, yet, but she definitely understands the roll-to-where-you-want-to-be tactic.  This necessitated the recent purchase of a Graco pack-n-play for our living room; I&#8217;m now fully confident that there will not be a single piece of adult furniture left in our house a year from today.  In fact, I might as well trade in this Thinkpad for a Leapfrog Learning Laptop, right now&#8230;</p>
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    <title>Sweet Potato</title>
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    <published>2006-02-05T07:21:48Z</published>
    <updated>2008-11-08T05:14:36Z</updated>

    <summary>Emelyn got a super-cute dinnerware set with Moomin characters from some friends in Tokyo, a gift which arrived here just in time for her first taste of &#8216;solid&#8217; food (apart from rice cereal, if that counts). She found the taste...</summary>
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        <![CDATA[<p>Emelyn got a super-cute dinnerware set with Moomin characters from some friends in Tokyo, a gift which arrived here just in time for her first taste of &#8216;solid&#8217; food (apart from rice cereal, if that counts).  She found the taste somewhat surprising, I think.  </p>

<p>See for yourself:</p>

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    <title>Rattle</title>
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    <published>2006-02-03T04:32:18Z</published>
    <updated>2008-11-08T05:14:44Z</updated>

    <summary>I know I promised a video about Em eating sweet potato, but here&#8217;s a clip about a rattle, instead&#8230; Hi! --&gt;...</summary>
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        <![CDATA[<p>I know I promised a video about Em eating sweet potato, but here&#8217;s a clip about a rattle, instead&#8230;</p>

<p>Hi!</p>

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    <title>Saturday, Sunday...</title>
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    <published>2006-01-30T17:11:54Z</published>
    <updated>2008-11-08T05:14:59Z</updated>

    <summary>Weekends go by fast. I&#8217;m still not sure how this one is over, already; last I checked it had barely started. At least we made it out briefly on both days, an accomplishment which, considering the cold, was no small...</summary>
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        <![CDATA[<p>Weekends go by fast.  I&#8217;m still not sure how this one is over, already; last I checked it had barely started.</p>

<p>At least we made it out briefly on both days, an accomplishment which, considering the cold, was no small feat.  The highlight Saturday was a quick visit to see 5-day-old Sofia, another MBA-year baby, and a particularly cute one, at that.  Emmie&#8217;s not heavy, obviously, but newborn Sofia just seemed so very <em>light</em>.</p>

<p>On Sunday, we pushed out a little farther, to the other side of town (through Midsummer Commons, past Jesus Green, and over the Cam) for a birthday get-together at Jan and Elsje&#8217;s.  Emelyn&#8217;s wee friend Tabitha was also present &#8212; and Emmie actually squealed with delight upon seeing her.  (Az and Em saw Tabitha again today, but I&#8217;m told that Emelyn hardly seemed interested, and was instead completely preoccupied with Tabitha&#8217;s Marmite sandwiches.  Go figure.)</p>

<p>All my other equally-gripping tales from Babydom revolve around sweet potatoes - baking them, pureeing them and serving them to Emmie.  Rather than narrate at length, I suppose I should just point to this video.</p>

<p>And there you have it.  Happy Monday evening, and to all a good night!</p>

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    <title>Coonskin cap</title>
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    <published>2006-01-28T08:09:00Z</published>
    <updated>2008-11-08T05:15:44Z</updated>

    <summary>I&#8217;m thinking I should take up blogging, again. Some things seem too precious not to share. Case in point: Yesterday, I saw a man in a coonskin cap. I wanted to laugh, but this guy wound up being the scariest-looking...</summary>
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        <![CDATA[<p>I&#8217;m thinking I should take up blogging, again.  Some things seem too precious not to share.</p>

<p>Case in point:  Yesterday, I saw a man in a coonskin cap.  I wanted to laugh, but this guy wound up being the scariest-looking dude I&#8217;ve ever seen on the streets of Cambridge.</p>

<p>He was tough enough without the hat.  For starters, he was real weathered-looking.  Like a big mean sailor.  Something about him conveyed (and quickly) that this gentleman had already &#8216;been there, done that&#8217; when it came to speedy resolution of conlicts.  Pub fight, street fight, prison fight - <i>check</i>.  Fists, beer bottles, butterfly knives -  our man was clearly familiar with all the above.</p>

<p>And, as I have mentioned before, he was lumbering around Cambridge, England wearing a coonskin cap.  Now, that&#8217;s a disconcerting choice of headgear on anyone, but here the effect was downright chilling.</p>

<p>I mean, where does one even procure such a thing?  What haberdashery still stocks this item?  The souvenier shop in Frontierland, for one, but that&#8217;s back in Anaheim, and I&#8217;m convinced this man had not been.  He wasn&#8217;t the Magic Kingdom type, in so many words.   Plus, his wasn&#8217;t a costume-shop racoon hat, it was gen-u-ine mammal.  I think.</p>

<p>This was not a fashion statement.  Nor an anachronistic affectation.  This coonskip cap was, quite simply, one of Nature&#8217;s Little Warning Signs; a distinct cue for other members of the species (human and raccoon, in this case) to keep walking ahead, eyes fixed forward, never looking back.</p>

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<entry>
    <title>Going Bananas</title>
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    <published>2006-01-27T04:59:32Z</published>
    <updated>2008-11-08T05:15:49Z</updated>

    <summary>Hi there. I feel like it&#8217;s been a long, long time since I wrote one of these entries on the train ride home. At the same time, Christmas in California seems almost equally far away. We&#8217;re all slowly getting back...</summary>
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        <![CDATA[<p>Hi there.  I feel like it&#8217;s been a long, long time since I wrote one of these entries on the train ride home.  At the same time, Christmas in California seems almost equally far away.</p>

<p>We&#8217;re all slowly getting back into the swing of things here.  Emmie&#8217;s had a tough time of it - it&#8217;s hard to say if it&#8217;s just jet lag or something more (like upper teeth coming in), but she&#8217;s simply refusing to sleep for more than an hour or two at a time. </p>

<p>The big bummer for me is that Emelyn&#8217;s been eating solid foods the whole week, and I have yet to witness it.  (Well, I fed her her first spoons of rice cereal in LA, but that doesn&#8217;t count.)  Emelyn&#8217;s moved on to super-mashed-up bananas now, and even if I haven&#8217;t personally witnessed her eating them, I can at least attest that her diapers have suddenly taken on a zesty tropical ambience which I can only describe as &#8216;unwelcome&#8217;.</p>

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<entry>
    <title>Giggling</title>
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    <published>2005-12-28T09:19:08Z</published>
    <updated>2008-11-08T05:16:04Z</updated>

    <summary>Herewith find giggles: --&gt;...</summary>
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        <![CDATA[<p>Herewith find giggles:</p>

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    <title>Emelyn and Olivia</title>
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    <published>2005-12-25T07:25:08Z</published>
    <updated>2008-11-08T05:16:13Z</updated>

    <summary>A year ago, Emelyn and Olivia spent a lot of time together in Cambridge, though both ladies were in utero at the time. Last night was one of those moments we&#8217;ve been looking forward to ever since &#8212; a chance...</summary>
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        <![CDATA[<p>A year ago, Emelyn and Olivia spent a lot of time together in Cambridge, though both ladies were <em>in utero</em> at the time.</p>

<p>Last night was one of those moments we&#8217;ve been looking forward to ever since &#8212; a chance for both babies to finally meet each other.  Here&#8217;s a short little video:</p>

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    <title>Snippets</title>
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    <published>2005-12-18T08:50:54Z</published>
    <updated>2008-11-08T05:16:25Z</updated>

    <summary>It&#8217;s been awhile since I&#8217;ve had time to edit and upload any video here. Nevertheless, Az and I figured we ought to post something &#8212; anything, really. So here&#8217;s a few short snippets, in no particular order. All done very...</summary>
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    <title>A grand night out</title>
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    <published>2005-12-17T08:03:48Z</published>
    <updated>2008-11-08T05:16:36Z</updated>

    <summary>Tonight was my first &#8216;night out&#8217; in London; I took leave of Azure and Emelyn to join my co-Googlers for after-work drinks. The occasion seemed special enough: the crew I work with is a frighteningly disciplined/workaholic bunch, so even when...</summary>
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        <![CDATA[<p>Tonight was my first &#8216;night out&#8217; in London; I took leave of Azure and Emelyn to join my co-Googlers for after-work drinks.  The occasion seemed special enough: the crew I work with is a frighteningly disciplined/workaholic bunch, so even when I leave at half-six on Friday to catch the 7:15 train, I&#8217;m usually the first out the door.  The rest stay working until, well, who knows?</p>

<p>Anyhow, blame it on Christmas, Chanukah or just a cheerful holiday spirit, but today we all shut our laptops at six PM sharp, and ran out the door for drinks.  And unlike Cambridge, where the choice of beverages varies between ale, lager, and warm ginger beer, tonight we wound up at some fancy London watering-holes that could actually mix a proper martini.  (Eighteen dollars a pop, once you figure in the exchange rate, but I strive not to play that particular counting-game anymore.  You can&#8217;t win.)  Our office is an a &#8216;posh&#8217; neighbourhood, I guess.</p>

<p>And so now it&#8217;s 11:30 and I&#8217;m still nowhere near home.  Azure gets a gold star for actually encouraging me to do this &#8212; to skip out with my colleagues for the night &#8212; but the (sad? nah, not really) fact is that I&#8217;m happy to finally be on the train home, with less than an hour to go.</p>

<p>It&#8217;s a long day, this.  Emmie woke me at six-thirty-ish this morning, with a few solid slaps to the face &#8212; rather sweet, to be honest.  See, she sleeps well in her crib, now, but since she&#8217;s all bright-eyed and bushy-tailed and super-talkative right around dawn, Azure sometimes brings her into bed with the hopes of getting her to calm down for an extra hour of sleep.  Which brings me back to those face slaps - Emmie&#8217;s in a grabby mood, these days, and while she can&#8217;t move around much, if she&#8217;s lying right between Az and I, she can still wiggle over and flail her arms so that they hit us right in the nose.  With some spririt, too.</p>

<p>I tried my best to sleep though E&#8217;s cooing arrival this morning. But no dice.  Along with a few successful swipes at my nose, she also managed a respectable uppercut to my chin that actually woke me up (for a minute).  Course, all she does at that point is stare at you, with a sort of innocent, &#8220;What&#8217;s up?&#8221; expression.</p>

<p>Yeah.  No doubt I&#8217;ll be getting more of the same in a few hours.  So I suppose sleep would be good thing, right now, on the train, but I&#8217;m too scared to slumber through the Cambridge stop.  </p>

<p>Regardless, it&#8217;s time to shut the laptop.  To mis-quote Zero Wing, &#8216;Main screen turn off.&#8217; &#8212; indeed.  </p>

<p>Happy weekend!</p>
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<entry>
    <title>Back to Britain</title>
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    <published>2005-12-13T17:18:42Z</published>
    <updated>2008-11-08T05:16:46Z</updated>

    <summary>Gah, what a long week. I was only in California four days, but arrived in a poor way; turns out the long-running on-again-off-again cold I&#8217;ve been dealing with is a chronic sinus infection (according to the Google doctor, at least)...</summary>
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        <![CDATA[<p>Gah, what a long week.  I was only in California four days, but arrived in a poor way; turns out the long-running on-again-off-again cold I&#8217;ve been dealing with is a chronic sinus infection (according to the Google doctor, at least) and so now I&#8217;m hopped up on antibiotics and Rx nasal sprays.  Whatever my problem is, I know that my eardrums weren&#8217;t very happy on the plane, and made various squeaky noises in protest.</p>

<p>Unbelievably, then, I trundled back to Heathrow this morning, yet again. (It was my fifth trip there this month, thanks to Google Space).  Reason being that I&#8217;d managed to leave my luggage on the Heathrow Express coming home last Friday - never even noticed until I was well off the Underground at King&#8217;s Cross.  All I can say in my defense is that I was sick and tired at the time, and way too excited about seeing Emelyn again.</p>

<p>She&#8217;s grown, of course.  In the five days that I was gone, Azure discovered that Em can stand up on her own two feet, so long as she has an object to push against.  And her morning chattiness has assumed a more syllabic distinction - along with her trademark &#8220;<em>Awwwwhoooo</em>&#8221; she&#8217;s suddenly mimicking speech a lot better, with &#8220;<em>yaaayaaayaaayaaa</em>&#8221; being the new and improved mantra.</p>

<p>Elsewhere, Emelyn&#8217;s bottom two teeth are indisputable now.  Her hairdo carries a little less presence; I nevertheless remain convinced she&#8217;s a tad fuzzier up top.  She&#8217;s also grown into a few more of her dashing little outfits (but remains undecided what to wear on Christmas Eve &#8212; so I hear).</p>

<p>And that&#8217;s it, mostly  We&#8217;ve had a couple bumpy nights of controlled crying as we try to find a sleep solution that makes Emelyn sleep on her own for more than 90 minutes at a stretch, which isn&#8217;t fun, and we&#8217;re dreading the 11-hour flight home with her, but hey - Christmas-time is close, and we&#8217;re all happy about that.  Hoo-ray for holidays!</p>

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<entry>
    <title>No sleep &apos;til london</title>
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    <published>2005-11-24T20:44:30Z</published>
    <updated>2008-11-08T05:16:58Z</updated>

    <summary>Emmie&#8217;s all smiles, these days. Maybe it&#8217;s due to the holidays, or something, but she&#8217;s giving out these cheeky little grins with a generosity that rivals the reformed Ebenezer Scrooge. All you need to do is walk into a room...</summary>
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        <![CDATA[<p>Emmie&#8217;s all smiles, these days.  Maybe it&#8217;s due to the holidays, or something, but she&#8217;s giving out these cheeky little grins with a generosity that rivals the reformed Ebenezer Scrooge.  All you need to do is walk into a room and her eyes start to sparkle; the fact that she&#8217;s got no teeth only makes it cuter.</p>

<p>Better yet, the opposite rarely happens when you leave - Emmie&#8217;s been pretty good about entertaining herself in our absence.  Dunno if this will change soon; I&#8217;m expecting it might, once she makes the cognitive leap towards &#8216;object permanence&#8217; or whatever.  But right now, things are pretty easy with her.</p>

<p>Sleep, however, remains the sore point.  Emelyn simply isn&#8217;t a fan of the big doze.  It&#8217;s hard to keep her down for more than 45 minutes if she&#8217;s alone, and she gets squirmy and fussy whenever her naps last less than that.  Plus, getting her back to sleep once she&#8217;s up for more than 5 minutes is super-tough, so recent nightlife has consisted primarily of sitting quiet in the living room, and bolting up the stairs if we hear any noise from the bedroom.  (No, no, we&#8217;re not taking a cry-it-out approach&#133; not just yet.  However, our attached neighbors move out in a week, so things may well change.)  </p>

<p>The amusing bit, of course, is that we&#8217;re on an already-noisy street (and this is one thing that&#8217;ll be weird about returning to the US - the sonic buffer of a suburban front yard and a free-standing house will feel a bit eerie, I imagine) so we&#8217;re falling for a lot of false alarms.  The cry of a cat, the squeal of a bike tire, the high-pitched giggle of pub-goers - they&#8217;ve all sent us running for the crib.</p>

<p>Not quite sure this is sustainable.  We&#8217;ll see&#8230;</p>
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<entry>
    <title>Another weekend</title>
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    <published>2005-11-07T17:19:47Z</published>
    <updated>2008-11-08T05:17:06Z</updated>

    <summary>Emelyn drools a lot, now. It happened fast: I don&#8217;t recall her drooling anything at all, and then a couple weeks ago - bang- her hands and mouth became permanently slobbery. More often than not, her clothes are damp when...</summary>
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        <![CDATA[<p>Emelyn drools a lot, now.  It happened fast:  I don&#8217;t recall her drooling anything at all, and then a couple weeks ago - <em>bang</em>- her hands and mouth became permanently slobbery.  More often than not, her clothes are damp when we change her, and she&#8217;s quite the bubble-blower at times.</p>

<p>None of this seems to have diminished her adorability quotient, however.  (At least in my opinion.)  I think this is partly due to her discovering a new series of very cute noises made by putting her hands/toy/bear in her mouth and trying to talk.  (Bear, incidentally, really needs a good washing-up, soon.)</p>

<p>Anyhow, I&#8217;m not sure what odd germs Bear carries at this point, but Emelyn was immunized against another set of nasties last Friday.  Since I worked from home, I had the honor of holding her when the nurse gave her the jabs, which was absolutely no fun for either of us.  I&#8217;m still impressed, though, with how little Emmie cried - she calmed down within a minute, though she whimpered on a bit longer.  Tough girl.</p>

<p>As for excursions, on Saturday, we took Oma on our regular family walk to Grantchester.  It&#8217;s gotten too cold for The Orchard, now, so the four of us hung out at the Rupert Brooke pub instead.  They&#8217;ve just finished a remodel, there, and the pub now features a smoke-free family area, an immaculately-clean changing table, free WiFi, and excellent cod &amp; chips.  Hard to argue with any of that.</p>

<p>Sunday was a more typically British day, in the sense that we didn&#8217;t do much on account of rain.  We took Emelyn out in the Bjørn for lunch, with mittens and hat on.  Her little nose still got red, though.</p>

<p>And I guess that&#8217;s it.  Happy Monday&#133;</p>

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<entry>
    <title>Fish kebabs</title>
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    <published>2005-11-03T04:04:14Z</published>
    <updated>2008-11-08T05:17:24Z</updated>

    <summary>It&#8217;s been a busy week, though I&#8217;m quickly learning that these things all become relative. (How I yearn for a quote-unquote &#8220;busy week&#8221; from grad school days.) I haven&#8217;t seen all that much of Emelyn or Oma for a few...</summary>
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        <![CDATA[<p>It&#8217;s been a busy week, though I&#8217;m quickly learning that these things all become relative.  (How I yearn for a quote-unquote &#8220;busy week&#8221; from grad school days.)  I haven&#8217;t seen all that much of Emelyn or Oma for a few days, but that&#8217;ll change tomorrow.  </p>

<p>See, I&#8217;m taking the morning off to accompany the ladies on a trip to the US Embassy here, so that Emelyn can obtain her citizenship.  (I guess she&#8217;s in some weird limbo at the moment, not unlike the guy from The Terminal.  Emelyn, however, has the advantage of not having to live at the airport.)</p>

<p>Azure and I have been discussing the logistics of this little adventure for some time.  Our appointment is first thing in the morning, so this&#8217;ll be a rush hour journey.  Madness, really.  Plenty of the debate has centered around how we&#8217;ll be trucking Emmie around town; a pram is ideal in some places, but a nightmare in others.  Baby Bjorn-ing is good on for the Underground, but then again unmanageable for long lengths of time.  Right now, I think the smartest option is to take a pram, and pay out the nose for a taxi to take us around town.</p>

<p>Not much else to report, save that the gastronomic adjustment coming back to the UK has been a bit more challenging than the jet-lag.  I get a free lunch at work, so I have no business complaining, but today&#8217;s entrée was (microwave-steam-cooked) fish kebabs.  Honestly, it&#8217;s like whoever makes up our corporate menu is using Mad Libs.</p>
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    <title>Queen-size</title>
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    <published>2005-10-21T03:15:35Z</published>
    <updated>2008-11-08T05:20:22Z</updated>

    <summary>Not much new to report, except a gigantic cardboard box sitting in the living room. We finally bought ourselves a real piece of baby furniture, namely, a crib (or a cot, over here). Emelyn outgrew her Moses basket, and now...</summary>
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        <![CDATA[<p>Not much new to report, except a gigantic cardboard box sitting in the living room.  We finally bought ourselves a real piece of baby furniture, namely, a crib (or a cot, over here).  Emelyn outgrew her Moses basket, and now seems intent on pushing herself out of her pram, too.</p>

<p><em>Updated</em>: A bit later, here&#8217;s Em in her crib:</p>

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    <title>A seat of one&apos;s own</title>
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    <published>2005-10-19T06:05:49Z</published>
    <updated>2008-11-08T05:20:29Z</updated>

    <summary>The worst part about updating Emelyn&#8217;s blog during the week is that it&#8217;s almost all second-hand information. On the weekend, I feel like I&#8217;m watching &#8220;The Emelyn Show - Live!&#8221; with some spectacular new thing happening every hour. In that...</summary>
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        <![CDATA[<p>The worst part about updating Emelyn&#8217;s blog during the week is that it&#8217;s almost all second-hand information.  On the weekend, I feel like I&#8217;m watching &#8220;The Emelyn Show - <em>Live!</em>&#8221; with some spectacular new thing happening every hour.  In that case, it&#8217;s no problem to pound out a few paragraphs detailing whatever Great New Thing she&#8217;s been up to.  Weekdays are all hearsay, though, another matter entirely.</p>

<p>So, no, I haven&#8217;t <em>personally</em> seen it yet (I&#8217;m still on the night train home), but Em now has a tiny little chair to call her own.  I&#8217;ve seen a photo, at least - intra-day news updates come to me via Az - and she looks super-duper-cute in it.  It&#8217;s remarkable how upright she can sit, and in the picture I&#8217;ve seen, she&#8217;s got her bobble-head held up to see the world around her.  I guess Emelyn loved it right away.  Can&#8217;t quite remember what the chair is called, but it&#8217;s all very sleek and Euro-looking.</p>

<p>Other news to relay is that Em seems to have figured out that Azure is, like, the person feeding her.  So instead of staring off into space while having her feed, Emelyn has started to look up at Az, and will try to simultaneously smile or coo at her.  Az says it&#8217;s weird, and I believe it.</p>

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<p>All this isn&#8217;t to say that Emmie and I don&#8217;t get any quality time together.  The two of us trekked to ASDA late last night to get some direly-needed nappies.  I can&#8217;t remember if I&#8217;ve mentioned this before, but Emelyn just <strong>loves</strong> ASDA.  A bit declasse, if you ask me, but then again, where else can one get 4 frozen Yorkshire puddings for just 37p?  Anyhow, we made a fine time of it; I made an impulse purchase of Ovaltine, and Emelyn was enraptured by the industrial-sized fluorescent lights.  As always.</p>

<p>I just got a fancy 3G card for my laptop, so I&#8217;m going to see if I can&#8217;t post this from the train, now.  Bye!</p>
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<entry>
    <title>Don&apos;t wake the baby!</title>
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    <published>2005-10-18T05:46:48Z</published>
    <updated>2008-11-08T05:20:45Z</updated>

    <summary>It&#8217;s been an inauspicious start to the week - I just tried catching the 6:45am train to London, which included a mad-dash cycle ride through the dark, only to be thwarted at the very last minute. So I literally watched...</summary>
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        <![CDATA[<p>It&#8217;s been an inauspicious start to the week - I just tried catching the 6:45am train to London, which included a mad-dash cycle ride through the dark, only to be thwarted at the very last minute.  So I literally watched the train pull out of the station as I ran up to the track, which is one of those things that makes your heart sink.  Rough week ahead, I can tell.</p>

<p>Last week was a bumpy one, too.  Emelyn went into growth-spurt mode on Tuesday, when I was in Germany.  She was feeding every 1.5 - 2 hours, and stubbornly fussing all  the rest.  Azure was operating solo, those nights, so obviously it wasn&#8217;t the best timing.  </p>

<p>I&#8217;d thought I been through a lot on Thursday evening - I flew back via Air Berlin, a not-so-brand-name carrier, and their disreputable-looking transport (a weird Fokker jet from the early 80&#8217;s) delayed my arrival just long enough so that I missed another train - this one being the last direct train home from the airport.  Oh, I made it home, in the end, but not without seeing much of Essex by night (empty, dark, featureless), first.</p>

<p>Like I was saying, if Thursday was bad for me, it was worse for Azure - I noisily barged through the door, only to be greeted a wild-eyed &#8220;Don&#8217;t wake the baby!&#8221;.  Which told me just about everything I needed to know, and was some sound advice, to boot.</p>

<p>In fact, &#8220;Don&#8217;t wake the baby&#8221; is becoming something of a mantra in our lives.  Certainly it&#8217;s on the way to becoming our standard phone greeting to any person who dares call us outside the hours of 11-11:30am.</p>

<p>Still, all this stress and worry somehow seems to disappear on the weekends.  Suddenly it&#8217;s easy enough to put Emelyn to sleep in her pram or the Bjorn; you just have to keep her moving as you go about and do fun things.  Saturday we spent just pushing our way through Cambridge, and hanging out on the grass behind the Wren library, watching the punts go past.  And Emelyn, of course, was on perfect behaviour the entire time.</p>

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<p>We topped that on Sunday by doing even more - Emelyn went for her first train ride, over to Audley End.  (It was pretty sweet, actually, the porter insisted we hang out in the first-class cabin, so that Emelyn could have her lunch.)  There&#8217;s a large manor at Audley End, and some really fantastic gardens to walk around; it&#8217;s dozens of acres.  The only downside is that the actual Audley End house is a good mile-and-a-half from the station, and through intermittently paved paths - suffice to say Emelyn&#8217;s pram boldly rocked the &#8216;muddy SUV&#8217; look, most of the day.  Nice.</p>

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    <title>Barefoot in winter</title>
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    <published>2005-10-10T15:43:34Z</published>
    <updated>2008-11-08T05:24:26Z</updated>

    <summary>Azure, Emelyn, and I all did pretty much the same thing this weekend, namely, sleep, hang out, and eat. Emmie engaged in a fair bit of crying, too, which isn&#8217;t really like her. She&#8217;s still congested from her cold (no...</summary>
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        <![CDATA[<p>Azure, Emelyn, and I all did pretty much the same thing this weekend, namely, sleep, hang out, and eat.  Emmie engaged in a fair bit of crying, too, which isn&#8217;t really like her.  She&#8217;s still congested from her cold (no surprise - I&#8217;m still coughing, too) and I think it&#8217;s waking her up from her naps, and frustrating her, overall.  Can&#8217;t blame her.</p>

<p>My first night and morning away from Emelyn was at least memorable - I woke up in a very Gosford-Park-ish kind of place somewhere in Sussex, and spent the morning shooting skeet and playing with crossbows.  All very enjoyable, too; it must&#8217;ve tapped into some kind of paternalistic hunter/gatherer instinct.</p>

<p>In other news, the descent into winter seems to be picking up speed.  It&#8217;s pitch-dark when the alarm goes off, these days, and the sun has barely cleared the horizon when the 7:15 train rolls out of Cambridge.  It&#8217;s brisk, too - Emelyn and I went for a long walk yesterday morning and I had to bundle her up pretty good before dropping her into the Bjorn.  She still managed to lose both her socks along the way (a recurrent problem) so from here to April, I think it&#8217;s time for wee little shoes to be worn if venturing out-of-doors&#133;</p>

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<entry>
    <title>Back again, with the technical details</title>
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    <published>2005-10-06T16:29:00Z</published>
    <updated>2008-11-08T05:24:32Z</updated>

    <summary>My cousin told me the other week that he accidentally referred to Emelyn as &#8216;Emelyndotnet&#8217;. In which case, I think I should point out that although Emelyndotnet has been rather shaky all week due to technical issues, site namesake Emelyn...</summary>
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        <![CDATA[<p>My cousin told me the other week that he accidentally referred to Emelyn as &#8216;Emelyndotnet&#8217;.  In which case, I think I should point out that although Emelyndotnet has been rather shaky all week due to technical issues, site namesake Emelyn has been doing just fine.</p>

<p>(The long technical story, for those interested:  Emelyndotnet, jasoncookdotcom, and some other domains that Azure and I tinker on are all graciously hosted by our old friend Andy, who happens to own a couple of aging Unix machines that sit in a server cage somewhere outside of San Francisco.  This steadfast pair of machines - incidentally named Chunk and Sloth - have been generally reliable, but are showing their age a bit.  One of them recently went haywire, taking down a bunch of other computers in the same facility; so it&#8217;s therefore being put out to pasture.</p>

<p>As I type, our sundry domains are being migrated to a shiny new hosting facility - thanks once again to Andy - but like any move, there&#8217;s the usual broken plates and glasses and hardcoded-virtual-include-file-paths to be dealt with.  Things should all be swept up by the weekend, though.)</p>

<p>Anyhoo.  Like I was saying earlier, Emelyn (not-dotnet) is chipper as can be.  And really talkative - she&#8217;s taken to cooing at anything and everything she fancies.  Az and Arps went back for a second helping of Pride and Prejudice at the Big Scream showing yesterday, and apparently Emelyn started &#8216;Awoooo Awoooo&#8217;-ing at Mr. Darcy, at a volume that had lots of heads turning and laughing.  (Wish I&#8217;d seen it, too.)</p>

<p>Tonight will be my first night away from Azure and Emelyn; I&#8217;m headed to an overnight work-offsite-thingy somewhere in the countryside.  Next week I&#8217;m in Germany for a few nights and the week after it looks like I&#8217;m in the States.  But as far as travel goes, that&#8217;ll be it for awhile.  Good thing!</p>

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<entry>
    <title>Pints, again.</title>
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    <published>2005-09-30T16:06:26Z</published>
    <updated>2008-11-08T05:24:39Z</updated>

    <summary>Last night found us back at the Cambridge Blue. The fireplace was burning a heap of coal, which I take as a pretty clear sign that the weather&#8217;s changing. We were a group of six - along with Arpi, our...</summary>
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        <![CDATA[<p>Last night found us back at the Cambridge Blue.  The fireplace was burning a heap of coal, which I take as a pretty clear sign that the weather&#8217;s changing.  We were a group of six - along with Arpi, our friend Damien (another high school alum and fellow UK expat) came over for a visit with his girlfriend.  Of course, Azure and I were secretly hoping for a group of seven - the pub cat, Ajax, can usually be cajoled to come and sit at your table, but he wasn&#8217;t around.</p>

<p>And that&#8217;s it.  TGIF: the weekend starts in 10 hours.  More news then.</p>

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    <title>Pride and Prejudice</title>
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    <published>2005-09-29T15:50:10Z</published>
    <updated>2008-11-08T05:24:47Z</updated>

    <summary>I have it on good authority that Emelyn was the best-behaved baby in the house at Pride and Prejudice. Az and Arps said the movie wasn&#8217;t bad, considering the time constraints, and they&#8217;re pretty tough critics - both are big...</summary>
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        <![CDATA[<p>I have it on good authority that Emelyn was the best-behaved baby in the house at Pride and Prejudice.  Az and Arps said the movie wasn&#8217;t bad, considering the time constraints, and they&#8217;re pretty tough critics - both are big fans of the old Ehle/Firth miniseries.  I myself won&#8217;t hesitate to say that, when it comes to role-model fathers-of-daughters, Mr. Bennet ranks pretty high on my list, fictional or not.  (Thankfully, the same does <em>not</em> hold true for Azure &amp; Mrs. Bennet.)  So I&#8217;ll probably go just to see how Donald Sutherland plays the part.</p>

<p>There&#8217;s not much else going on.  Emelyn occupies herself just being cute, and trying to eat her hands.  (She hasn&#8217;t quite mastered thumb-sucking, yet.)  In Cambridge, it&#8217;s getting colder at night, though it&#8217;s an stunning shiny morning from the train today - just flew past some horses grazing in a field, wearing those quilted blanket-things on their backs.  Which reminds me that I better buy a suitable-for-the-office jacket, meself.</p>

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    <title>Monday morning</title>
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    <published>2005-09-26T16:04:11Z</published>
    <updated>2008-11-08T05:24:58Z</updated>

    <summary>I think that for both Az and I one of the weirder adjustments of late has been our return to the whole workweek/weekend lifestyle. There&#8217;s not much to say on the matter, except that 48 hours sure fly by after...</summary>
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        <![CDATA[<p>I think that for both Az and I one of the weirder adjustments of late has been our return to the whole workweek/weekend lifestyle.  There&#8217;s not much to say on the matter, except that 48 hours sure fly by after a long week.</p>

<p>So it&#8217;s Monday morning, again.  Our colds are finally leaving us, though at different speeds.  Emelyn is 99.9% fine now (just snoring louder than usual, is all), I&#8217;m right behind her, and Azure and Arps are both well enough to be coming into London later today.</p>

<p>In fact, we were all in fine shape this entire weekend &#8212; we looped to Grantchester and back from our house on Saturday; it&#8217;s a long walk.  During the week, I&#8217;ve increasingly come to view my commute as a waste of time, but come the week-end, the notion of bunkering down with baby in a crowded metropolis seems equally absurd.  Our weather in the Orchard was absolutely fantastic, the air clean and crisp, and I&#8217;ve never seen the place so crowded.  The four of us spent a long time in the <a href="http://www.emelyn.net/photos/galleries/emelyn_part_25/pages/page_8.html">deck chairs</a> there, and it was getting dark by the time we neared home.</p>

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<p>(Incidentally, Emelyn is finally starting to enjoy her pram, which is making all this movement possible.  I have no idea what she thinks about in there, but a good portion of the time she&#8217;s staring at us and smiling, which is hard to argue with.)</p>

<p>Our Sunday started with brunch at the bistro around the corner, a stroll in the city centre (including a diaper change at Magdalene, under the arches of the Pepys library, no less), and ended with pints in the garden behind the Cambridge Blue.  I don&#8217;t know how much longer the weather will let us do these kinds of things, but for now, it&#8217;s fantastic.</p>

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<p>The plan today is for Azure and Arps (and Emmie, too) to come into London, so they can visit with a friend of Arpi&#8217;s studying here.  Hopefully we&#8217;ll find a baby-friendly spot to all have dinner, and then ride the train home together.  (A first.)  London with a baby is a logistical challenge, one that Azure and I were debating pretty late last night.  After several brave attempts, our friends Matt and Sabine told us that prams and the Tube simply don&#8217;t mix (which I can well believe), but the idea of Baby-Bjorn-ing Emelyn for an entire day doesn&#8217;t seem so ideal, either.  It&#8217;ll work itself out.</p>

<p>Should  be a busy week, in all.  Looking forwards, Az, Arpi, and Emmie are seeing Pride and Prejudice on Wednesday AM.  Our local &#8216;arts cinema&#8217; has this weekly &#8220;Big Scream&#8221; showing (brought to you by Huggies) specially for the baby-toting demographic; I&#8217;ve never been but Az went two weeks ago and told me all about it:  First off, they have a special pram-storage area setup in the lobby, like valet parking.  Then there&#8217;s a Huggies changing table set up in the back of the cinema, and the room lighting is kept on, but really low.  The babies, they can scream all they want.  And they do.</p>
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    <title>Now we are sick</title>
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    <published>2005-09-21T15:50:50Z</published>
    <updated>2008-11-08T05:25:04Z</updated>

    <summary>Azure, Emelyn, and I all have the same nasty cold. Probably something I brought home from the Tube. I&#8217;m wishing I could be more help at home, but as usual, it&#8217;s Az who&#8217;s bearing the brunt of the work. Emelyn...</summary>
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        <![CDATA[<p>Azure, Emelyn, and I all have the same nasty cold.  Probably something I brought home from the Tube.</p>

<p>I&#8217;m wishing I could be more help at home, but as usual, it&#8217;s Az who&#8217;s bearing the brunt of the work.  Emelyn breathes best when upright on Mom, so Azure spent most the night semi-sleeping in a reclining position, cradling Emelyn on her chest.  When Emmie&#8217;s plugged up, she makes some of the saddest noises I&#8217;ve ever heard while nursing.  And her little coughs are just heartbreaking.</p>

<p>Our local surgery (doctor&#8217;s office) is three blocks up the street, so I think Azure is likely to swing by for a quick visit today.  The NHS public health system here has its upsides and downsides, but one aspect I like is how well it works for the small things &#8212; so long as you call a doctor before 9am, you can get a same-day appointment, without having to worry about insurance, out-of-pocket cost, or any of that.  That said, they&#8217;re also a lot less likely to send you home with a handful of pills or blood tests or any clear-cut plan for dealing with things.  Addenbrooke&#8217;s hospital actually has a large plaque when you walk through the frontdoor which reads, &#8220;Whatever it is, it will soon pass&#8221; which, to me, sums up the British medical approach a lot of the time.</p>

<p>I&#8217;ve barely seen Arpi, but I&#8217;m glad she&#8217;s here.  Hopefully the three of us will be more entertaining hosts in a day or two.</p>

<p>Not much else to report.  Emelyn took note of herself in the mirror yesterday, and seemed to quite enjoy her own company &#8212; she laughed and smiled at herself.  She then tried to paw at her mirror-self, which didn&#8217;t work quite as she&#8217;d expected.  <em>Thunk!</em></p>
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    <title>Grabby hands</title>
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    <published>2005-09-20T15:47:43Z</published>
    <updated>2008-11-08T05:25:13Z</updated>

    <summary>Winter hasn&#8217;t come to England, yet, but it&#8217;s certainly lurking close by. Hence Emelyn&#8217;s need to be increasingly bundled-up when venturing outside &#8212; logistically more difficult, though fun, too, since she&#8217;s been given some extremely cute winter outfits by friends...</summary>
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        <![CDATA[<p>Winter hasn&#8217;t come to England, yet, but it&#8217;s certainly lurking close by.  Hence Emelyn&#8217;s need to be increasingly bundled-up when venturing outside &#8212; logistically more difficult, though fun, too, since she&#8217;s been given some extremely cute winter outfits by friends and family.  (Thanks!)</p>

<p>Sometime in the last 48 hours or so, Emelyn discovered her hands&#8217; grabbing ability.  (Until now her fists were reflexively clenched almost all the time.)  Azure first caught her staring at her hands last week, but last night Emmie really went on a roll.  She repeatedly picked-and-grabbed at the outfit she was wearing, intently watching her progress while doing so.  Her actual &#8216;holding&#8217; ability falls slightly short of &#8216;grabbing&#8217; ability &#8212; watching her is reminiscent of those coin-operated amusement crane/grabber things were you try to pick up a plush toy. </p>

<p>Other great news this week is that Azure gets some company at home again &#8212; best friend Arpi has come for a visit.  (Coincidentally, Arpi spent the first few years of her life in Cambridge.)  It should be a good week for all of us, and if things go well, I might just see the ladies in London sometime soon.</p>

<p>As for me, I&#8217;m beginning to enjoy this morning train ride, since it gives me a chance to update Em&#8217;s blog more regularly.  I&#8217;m starting to catch just a bit of the sunrise when the train pulls out of Cambridge into the green belt; as winter approaches I expect to see more and more of it&#8230;</p>
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    <title>Saffron Walden</title>
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    <published>2005-09-19T16:00:17Z</published>
    <updated>2008-11-08T05:25:26Z</updated>

    <summary>Emelyn&#8217;s friend Tabitha, who&#8217;s a few months older, got baptised this weekend. The three of us attended the ceremony in Saffron Walden, which is about a 45 minute drive from Cambridge. It was a nice ceremony, and a great chance...</summary>
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        <![CDATA[<p>Emelyn&#8217;s friend Tabitha, who&#8217;s a few months older, got baptised this weekend.  The three of us attended the ceremony in Saffron Walden, which is about a 45 minute drive from Cambridge.</p>

<p>It was a nice ceremony, and a great chance to catch up with some fellow classmates still living around Cambridge.  Emelyn&#8217;s behaviour in the old cathedral was, of course, very good &#8212; she was wide awake the entire time and made hardly a peep; she was utterly fascinated by the cathedral&#8217;s windows.</p>

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<p>This being a British christening, the next stop was (of course) the village pub.  Emelyn enjoyed the reception plenty, too &#8212; lots of other babies to meet.  As luck would have it, however, we forgot to bring a change of clothes.   Now, while eschewing the actual <em>details</em>, suffice to say that Murphy&#8217;s Law was in effect, and this all became an issue during her diaper change.  No worries, though &#8212; Emelyn remained quite pleased with herself the entire time, and everything turned out just fine in the end.  Alas, her wardrobe is shy one onesie now, which we delicately left behind in a bin back in Saffron Walden&#8230;</p>
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    <title>Smiling, dancing</title>
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    <published>2005-09-09T20:00:26Z</published>
    <updated>2008-11-08T05:27:22Z</updated>

    <summary>Emelyn is smiling. Fleeting smiles, to be sure, but they&#8217;re real ones, now, not the strange &#8216;involuntary&#8217; grins that used to precede her possetting or diaper fill-ups. She also had her big six-week checkup with a doctor, which went swimmingly....</summary>
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        <![CDATA[<p>Emelyn is smiling.  Fleeting smiles, to be sure, but they&#8217;re real ones, now, not the strange &#8216;involuntary&#8217; grins that used to precede her possetting or diaper fill-ups.</p>

<p>She also had her big six-week checkup with a doctor, which went swimmingly.  Emelyn&#8217;s weight is right on the 50th percentile; it even looks like she might be a tall girl.  She is, for now, at least &#8212;  her current length is between the 70th and 91st percentile.</p>

<p>We haven&#8217;t taken many pictures this week, but I&#8217;ve cobbled together a small video to share some of her smiling-ness, and to show off her little dance moves.</p>

<p>All else is good, here.  (Well, almost:  Dad heads to Google in three short days, and is not looking forward to leaving the ladies behind every morning.  It&#8217;ll be a bittersweet change of pace&#8230;)</p>

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    <title>Not quite</title>
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    <published>2005-09-03T21:24:44Z</published>
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    <summary>Emelyn makes a number of small noises, including sneezes, coughs, and many varieties of poopy-poopy sounds. What&#8217;s tricky is that the facial-expression buildup to each of these things is similar; you know something&#8217;s being worked on, but you&#8217;re just not...</summary>
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        <![CDATA[<p>Emelyn makes a number of small noises, including sneezes, coughs, and many varieties of poopy-poopy sounds.  What&#8217;s tricky is that the facial-expression buildup to each of these things is similar; you know something&#8217;s being worked on, but you&#8217;re just not sure what it might be&#8230;</p>

<p>Auntie and Emelyn prove the point, here, in this small video&#8230;</p>

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    <title>Swingset</title>
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    <published>2005-08-20T23:56:00Z</published>
    <updated>2008-11-08T05:27:47Z</updated>

    <summary>Emmie&#8217;s got one of those baby swingsets, now. It sits stately in our living room, where it gives her a good vantage on whatever we&#8217;re doing, whenever we&#8217;re occupied with household tasks requiring an even number (non-zero) of arms. It&#8217;s...</summary>
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        <![CDATA[<p>Emmie&#8217;s got one of those baby swingsets, now.  It sits stately in our living room, where it gives her a good vantage on whatever we&#8217;re doing, whenever we&#8217;re occupied with household tasks requiring an even number (non-zero) of arms.</p>

<p>It&#8217;s pretty fancy.  There&#8217;s a variable-speed motor, it plays 8 different melodies, and it even features 4 disco lights (kid you not). I wouldn&#8217;t be surprised to discover that Fisher-Price have somehow hidden an infant-sized TV remote and sippy-cupholder in the armrest.</p>

<p>See for yourself:</p>

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    <title>Running around town, already?</title>
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    <published>2005-08-18T22:02:16Z</published>
    <updated>2008-11-08T05:28:08Z</updated>

    <summary>Emelyn is starting to lead a busy metro lifestyle &#8212; yesterday she went to Starbucks (again) with fellow-baby-friend Tabitha, lunched with Aunt Jami in the city centre, and then came to visit Dad at the Judge Business School. I&#8217;m now...</summary>
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        <![CDATA[<p>Emelyn is starting to lead a busy metro lifestyle &#8212; yesterday she went to Starbucks (again) with fellow-baby-friend Tabitha, lunched with Aunt Jami in the city centre, and then came to visit Dad at the Judge Business School.  I&#8217;m now concerned that her first words are likely to be <em>&#8216;venti nonfat cappucino&#8217;</em>.</p>

<p>Emelyn had afternoon errands, too &#8212; Azure carried her back from school to the York Street Surgery (just a few blocks from our house) for her bi-weekly weigh-in.  Emelyn is now 8lbs 8oz, which puts her weight right smack-dab at where it&#8217;s s&#8217;posed to be for her age.  Good to know.</p>

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    <title>Grantchester Meadows</title>
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    <published>2005-08-08T22:07:39Z</published>
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    <summary>We all took a rather long jaunt yesterday, walking the public footpath through Grantchester Meadows down to The Orchard. Azure and I used to cycle here on an almost-weekly basis; we&#8217;re quickly learning that we can&#8217;t manage the same sort...</summary>
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        <![CDATA[<p>We all took a rather long jaunt yesterday, walking the public footpath through Grantchester Meadows down to <a href="http://jasoncook.com/2004/09/grantchester-the-orchard.html">The Orchard</a>.  Azure and I used to cycle here on an almost-weekly basis; we&#8217;re quickly learning that we can&#8217;t manage the same sort of speed or spontaneity with baby in tow &#8212; the logistics of diaper mats, baby slings, and tiny-little-hats-in-case-the-wind-blows is still a new world for us.</p>

<p><span class="mt-enclosure mt-enclosure-image" style="display: inline;"><img alt="grantchester_with_baby.jpg" src="http://www.jasoncook.com/postimages/grantchester_with_baby.jpg" width="500" height="332" class="mt-image-none" style="" /></span></p>

<p>I can report that Emelyn and I both survived our first loud-crying-in-public event; yesterday it was  finally my turn to be the sheepishly-smiling dad standing outside the restaurant with wailing baby in hand.  Suffice to say I executed a hot-potato handoff the moment Azure returned from the restroom, Emelyn got her own lunch about 60 seconds later, and things quieted down quickly.</p>

<p>Anyhow.  Emelyn is great, and Azure and I&#8230; incredibly tired.  But we wouldn&#8217;t want it any other way.</p>

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    <title>The weigh-in</title>
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    <published>2005-08-04T23:04:52Z</published>
    <updated>2008-11-08T05:29:39Z</updated>

    <summary>Emelyn and I stepped out early for a morning constitutional &#8212; popping off for a fresh croissant at the Norfolk bakery, and a coffee from Starbucks. It was our first little journey alone together, and Emelyn behaved impeccably, staying soundly...</summary>
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        <![CDATA[<p>Emelyn and I stepped out early for a morning constitutional &#8212; popping off for a fresh croissant at the Norfolk bakery, and a coffee from Starbucks.  It was our first little journey alone together, and Emelyn behaved impeccably, staying soundly asleep with barely a wiggle coming from her sling.</p>

<p>&#8220;Mum&#8217;s having a bit of a lie-in, is she?&#8221; is what the Starbucks guy asked, but in fact, Azure was already up and chatting with an NHS health worker who swung by in our absence.  When we came back, Azure and the NHS worker (an RN) were going through some paperwork, but we shortly got down to the fun stuff: the official weigh-in.</p>

<p>No doubt it&#8217;s a reflection of Emmie&#8217;s modest nature and general propriety, but she doesn&#8217;t particularly like to be disrobed for diaper changes or baths. Getting Emelyn to sit naked on a scale was therefore not much to her fancy, either.  However, in due course Emelyn settled down, and clocked in at a healthy 7lbs 6 ounces, which is 3 ounces over her birth weight, and a good six ounces more than earlier last week.  The nurse was happy with this, so we were, too.</p>
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    <title>Pub crawl</title>
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    <published>2005-08-01T15:31:28Z</published>
    <updated>2008-11-08T05:29:57Z</updated>

    <summary>Emelyn is a rock star. Or certainly parties like one &#8212; up all night, sleep all day. All of which has left Azure and me feeling permanently jet-lagged, though we&#8217;ve barely left our living room. We managed to hit one...</summary>
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        <![CDATA[<p>Emelyn is a rock star.  Or certainly parties like one &#8212; up all night, sleep all day.  All of which has left Azure and me feeling permanently jet-lagged, though we&#8217;ve barely left our living room.</p>

<p>We managed to hit one pub, at least. The <a href="http://www.colc.co.uk/cambridge/gwydir/blue/">Cambridge Blue</a>, one of just two non-smoking pubs in all Cambridge, sits literally around the corner from our house.  Alas, Azure is still stuck drinking &#8216;sparky water&#8217;, but dad, Aunt Sheri and Uncle Jeff managed to enjoy a few pints of Hobson&#8217;s Choice and Woodford Wherry in their baby-friendly beer garden.  (Emelyn, meanwhile, stayed asleep in her sling.)</p>

<p>Most of the time, though, we&#8217;re at home.  Because taking care of baby is, like, hard work.  Az and I have plenty of things to be thankful for, and a big one at the moment is that Emelyn popped into our lives during this long &#8216;summer vacation&#8217; &#8212; probably the last such break we&#8217;ll have.  And I dunno how we&#8217;d manage otherwise.</p>
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    <title>On the move</title>
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    <published>2005-07-26T00:41:09Z</published>
    <updated>2008-11-08T05:30:11Z</updated>

    <summary>Great news today: Emelyn is being discharged from the SCBU and moving next door into Sara Ward alongside Azure. This means a lot less beeping machines around, and a chance for Azure to finally sleep with baby in the same...</summary>
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        <![CDATA[<p>Great news today: Emelyn is being discharged from the SCBU and moving next door into <a href="http://www.addenbrookes.org.uk/neonatal/trans_care.html">Sara Ward</a> alongside Azure.  This means a lot less beeping machines around, and a chance for Azure to finally sleep with baby in the same room.  Tomorrow morning marks a week since Azure entered the hospital for what she&#8217;d imagined would be an overnight visit, so it&#8217;s especially nice that both her and baby are in a (slightly) more home-like environment.  </p>

<p>Emelyn&#8217;s made a lot of progress, fast.  Her mom and dad are very proud of her.</p>
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<entry>
    <title>Moving to England -- What to bring</title>
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    <published>2005-07-04T20:10:08Z</published>
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    <summary>A few incoming MBA students have asked for advice on moving to the UK. About year ago, I asked the very same question to Frank Leahy, who then wrote a helpful blog entry (two, actually) about Moving to England &#8212;...</summary>
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        <![CDATA[<p>A few incoming MBA students have asked for advice on moving to the UK.  About year ago, I asked the very same question to Frank Leahy, who then wrote a helpful blog entry (two, actually) about <a href="http://cornwall.backtalk.com/articles/moving-to-england-what-do-i-bring/">Moving to England &#8212; What Do I Bring</a> and <a href="http://cornwall.backtalk.com/articles/2004/11/">Getting Stuff There</a>.</p>

<p>Herewith a few more details that I can add &#8212; these being oddball points, mostly tailored to Cambridge MBA students:</p>

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<p><b><i>Cell phones:</i></b>  For starters, they call &#8216;em &#8220;mobile phones&#8221; here, and yeah, you&#8217;ll need one if you hope to socialize much.</p>

<p>You need a GSM phone, however &#8212; if you&#8217;re a T-Mobile or Cingular customer in the States, you&#8217;re probably in luck.  However, your phone is still likely to be &#8216;locked&#8217; to that provider; you still need to unlock it to join another carrier.  There&#8217;s an easy way to test this &#8212; if you&#8217;re a T-Mobile customer in the States, stroll into a Cingular phone store (or vice-versa), then ask whether their pre-paid-minutes plans will work on your current phone.  Store reps should be able to swap out your SIM card and try one of theirs.  If it works, your existing phone is already unlocked and ready for the UK.</p>

<p>Unlocking phones is a tricksy business.  It&#8217;s not-really-allowed, but if you live in a big city, there&#8217;s probably some local shop that&#8217;ll do it for fifteen bucks.  Try asking around at 3rd-party places (the storefronts advertising calling plans from multiple carriers) especially if they serve a lot of overseas-immigrant customers.  A couple years ago, I owned a Sony T68i that I&#8217;d used while in Italy; I needed it unlocked so I could join Cingular pre-paid in California.  The first shop I walked into (outside Monterey Park) was happy to unlock the phone &#8212; as a cash-only transaction.</p>

<p>You might also try your luck and wait until you arrive in Cambridge.  There&#8217;s a stall in the market square advertising phone unlocks while-u-wait.  </p>

<p>Of course, the whole point of bringing an unlocked phone to England is to join a &#8216;pay-as-you-go&#8217; phone plan, and thereby avoid spending a single pence on new equipment.  You can live quite cheaply on pay-as-you-go &#8212; you&#8217;re charged only for the calls you dial, not the ones you receive.  And there&#8217;s never any end-of-the-month billing surprises.  Azure and I probably averaged under 10 pounds a month with our pay-as-you-go mobiles, but we didn&#8217;t gab much.</p>

<p>I recently became a pay-monthly customer, though, since I wanted a brand-new camera phone.  As in the U.S., you&#8217;ll get a very nice &#8216;free&#8217; phone here if you sign up for a 12-month plan, usually &#163;30 and up.  Nice thing is, pay-monthly phones are generally provided unlocked (but be sure to ask) so you can use them after graduation, wherever you may live.  One prerequisite may be having a UK bank account set up, however.  </p>

<p>Sticklers for detail will note that I&#8217;ve missed two other options.  First, you can buy cheap locked phones (&#163;29-&#163;99) tied to a provider&#8217;s pay-as-you-go plan; if you choose a cruder phone, and don&#8217;t talk much, you&#8217;ll still recoup the savings (vs. a monthly contract) before the year is up.  Avoid the &#8216;3&#8217; network if you head this route, though &#8212; any minutes you buy will expire every month.  Dumb.</p>

<p>The other option is to buy an unlocked tri-band or quad-band GSM phone, new or used, back in the US.     (There&#8217;s little point to buying a phone over here; the prices generally match the cost of buying a 12-month contract with the phone included.)  Some phone makers, like Handspring, sell unlocked phones directly to customers.  Some stores may, too. </p>

<p>Unlocked phones are also for sale on eBay, though there&#8217;s also a lot of fraud in that space &#8212; be especially wary of overseas sellers with low feedback numbers.  Sellers whose only picture of their phone is lifted from the Nokia website are also a bad sign&#8230;</p>

<p><b><i>Business Suit:</i></b>  Maybe most MBA&#8217;s own one of these, already; I was lucky enough not to.  You&#8217;ll need a suit for client-based group projects, formal halls, the class picture, etc.  I brought an inexpensive no-name grey suit from a discounter, which was a good call.  That suit spent a lot of time getting wet in the rain, picking up road dirt from cycling, and getting spilled on at formal halls and college bars.  Save the nice suit for after graduation.</p>

<p><b><i>Tuxedos:</i></b>  These are called &#8216;dinner suits&#8217;, hereabouts.  Absurd, I know, but getting educated in Cambridge means you&#8217;re likely to need/want one.  There&#8217;s a black-tie Christmas party at the Judge, and the more traditional colleges like Magdalene throw a number of black-tie-preferred events (holiday banquets, etc.) as well.  (Demanding people to wear a tux is, like, no big deal here.)  Toss in a May Ball or two, and you&#8217;ll belatedly realize that buying is better than renting at &#163;35-&#163;50 a pop.  Like most everything else, buying a tux at home is much cheaper than buying in the UK.</p>

<p><b><i>Vaccinations:</i></b>  You&#8217;ll soon get a note from Cambridge telling you to get a mumps vaccination.  The disease may sound as medieval as most of the buildings around here (and is unheard of in the US), but it&#8217;s a virus that&#8217;s very much alive and kicking in English universities.You don&#8217;t want to get this one, <i>especially</i> if you&#8217;re male.  </p>

<p>You&#8217;ll need to register with the NHS on arrival, and can sort out with them how to get your &#8216;jabs&#8217;, but it&#8217;s probably a lot less of a hassle to get this done Stateside.</p>

<p><b><i>Bicycle and accessories:</i></b>  This is a cycling town.  Thanks to the barricades and &#8216;short-cuts&#8217; placed throughout the whole of Cambridge, two wheels are generally faster than four, and bikes are how everybody gets around, rain or shine.  A cheap used bike costs &#163;40 or less, but add-ons like decent halogen lights, helmets, etc. easily add up to that  same amount.  If you already have this stuff at home, toss it in your suitcase.</p>

<p><b><i>Council Tax, etc:</i></b>  The fine print on your rental contact (should you choose to live in private accomodation instead of college housing) is likely to mention Council Tax.  This will come in at about 10% of your yearly rent &#8212; a nasty surprise, if you weren&#8217;t expecting it.  Good thing is, you can probably avoid this charge altogether if your entry clearance visa says &#8216;no recourse to public funds&#8217;.  You won&#8217;t be able to go on the dole, but your tax burden is made much easier.</p>

<p>If there&#8217;s a TV in your house, though, you&#8217;ll also be liable for a yearly TV license, which runs about &#163;100 / $200.  Again, this is unlikely to be included in your rent, so remember to ask &#8212; I hear they are remarkably efficient about following up with non-payers.</p>

<p>And that&#8217;s it.  Well, except for an <b><i>umbrella</i></b> and <b><i>rain jacket</i></b>.  Which are&#8230; useful.</p>
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    <title>Sony K750 meets the Kaiser Chiefs at a May Ball (Updated)</title>
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    <published>2005-06-23T08:35:24Z</published>
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    <summary>LEDs replacing cigarette lighters? That&#8217;s what wound up spinning through my brain as I watched the Kaiser Chiefs play at the Queens&#8217; College May Ball. Not as firestarters, mind. I&#8217;m talkin&#8217; cigarette lighters as rock-ballad accoutrements, i.e. glowing objects to...</summary>
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        <![CDATA[<p>LEDs replacing cigarette lighters?  That&#8217;s what wound up spinning through my brain as I watched the Kaiser Chiefs play at the Queens&#8217; College May Ball.</p>

<p>Not as firestarters, mind.  I&#8217;m talkin&#8217; cigarette lighters as rock-ballad accoutrements, i.e. <a href="http://www.fotosearch.com/bigcomp.asp?path=BDX/BDX360/bxp69782.jpg" rel="nofollow">glowing objects to be held aloft</a> whenever the band plays a <a href="http://online.wsj.com/article_email/0,,SB111102511477881964-INjgINplaF4opyua4CHb6yEm4,00.html" rel="nofollow">song you like</a>.  Because that&#8217;s what happened last night, thanks to the whole cameraphone / digital camera scene.  Stuck towards the back, I could spot each and every viewfinder that popped up above the crowd &#8212; they looked like little glowing blue things, jumping and hopping to the music &#8212; until, poof, they&#8217;d go down for a few minutes and other consumer electronics would take their place.  </p>

<p>You gotta wonder what that looks like from the rockstar&#8217;s perspective.  They don&#8217;t see the screens.  Instead, it&#8217;s half the crowd stomping and going wild, the other half apparently content to stand still and show you their phones&#8230;. </p>

<p>Anyhow.  Haven&#8217;t had time to read that book about the <a href="http://www.randomhouse.com/features/wisdomofcrowds/" rel="nofollow">Wisdom of Crowds</a>, but I&#8217;ve heard the gist of it, and so last night I made sure to hoist my own Sony <a href="http://www.mobileburn.com/review.jsp?Id=1393&amp;source=SIDEBAR">K750i</a> in the air, and waved it like I <a href="http://www.everything2.com/index.pl?node_id=638698" rel="nofollow">just didn&#8217;t care</a>.  Coincidentally, I bought the thing only yesterday, primarily because it&#8217;s the first 2-megapixel camera phone on the market.  The pictures it takes of a Cambridge May Ball look something like this:</p>

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<p>No, not great, but then, lighting was low and there wasn&#8217;t time to RTFM.  But there&#8217;s something I love about the constraints, here.  I know that visually, it&#8217;s like you&#8217;re shooting with Kodak <a href="http://photonotes.org/cgi-bin/entry.pl?id=Discfilm">Disc</a> film and a pinhole camera.   Yet both the form factor and media format are so impulse-friendly that without a cameraphone I doubt these pictures would have been taken.  And they capture plenty of the moment, at least for me. </p>

<p>Speaking of which:  May Balls, wow.  That&#8217;s quite a bit of extravagance for a collegiate get-together; it was like an All-American high-school prom mated with the Opening Ceremonies at the Olympics.  Yes, the Kaiser Chiefs were the big act, but like a circus, there were other acts in other tents, which ranged from jazz to classical to hip-hop and hippie.  Throw in a shiatsu room, a Moon Bounce, a velcro wall, tea tasting, hookahs, Bellinis, burritos, swing boats, fireworks, and a <i>free-alcohol-free-food-free-everything</i> policy that would make even a Las Vegas casino nervous, and you start to get the <a href="http://www.queensball.com/gallery.php" rel="nofollow">picture</a>.  Definitely the wildest black-tie event I&#8217;ve ever been to.  </p>

<p>(The Magdalene May Ball is white-tie.  I won&#8217;t even guess at what goes on, there.)</p>

<p>I wandered home at dawn, which isn&#8217;t as late/early as it sounds.  The sun goes down at 10:30, now, and is up again within six hours.  That, I just love.</p>

<p><b><i>Update:</i></b>  Since a fair number of people arrive here looking for more info on the Sony K750i, I&#8217;ve added some higher-resolution snaps taken under bright light, which is where the built-in camera really shines.  </p>

<p>I&#8217;ve knocked the sizes from the native 1600x1200 to 800x600 in Photoshop in most samples, as I think that&#8217;s a more realistic example of what you&#8217;d mail to friends or post on the web.  I&#8217;ve noticed that the pictures also tend to look much better that way &#8212; there&#8217;s a type of pixel noise in the full-size pictures that becomes a lot less noticeable at email-friendly sizes.  I also include a &#8216;tweaked&#8217; version of the picture that&#8217;s received minor Photoshop manipulation (i.e., Unsharp Mask, Levels, etc.) to punch things up a bit.</p>

<p><b>Cath Kidson Bags example</b>:  <a href="http://www.jasoncook.com/images/one-offs/bags.jpg">Full Size</a>, <a href="http://www.jasoncook.com/images/one-offs/bags_800.jpg">800x600 (natural)</a>, <a href="http://www.jasoncook.com/images/one-offs/bags_800_tweaked.jpg">800x600 (enhanced)</a></p>

<p><b>Antique Iron</b>:  <a href="http://www.jasoncook.com/images/one-offs/iron.jpg">Full Size</a>, <a href="http://www.jasoncook.com/images/one-offs/iron_800.jpg">800x600 (natural)</a>, <a href="http://www.jasoncook.com/images/one-offs/iron_800_tweaked.jpg">800x600 (enhanced)</a></p>
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    <title>May Bumps, May Balls, and Magdalene MBAs</title>
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    <published>2005-06-18T21:00:00Z</published>
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    <summary>I tend to update this page on Saturday mornings. Maybe that&#8217;s because it&#8217;s the one day I stay seated through my morning cup of coffee, tethered by the teensy hangover which will come knocking anytime I hold up my wine...</summary>
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        <![CDATA[<p>I tend to update this page on Saturday mornings.  Maybe that&#8217;s because it&#8217;s the one day I stay seated through my morning cup of coffee, tethered by the teensy hangover which will come knocking anytime I hold up my wine glass for even a single refill.</p>

<p>So be it.  Friday nights are good, here.  </p>

<p>Last night I was happily back at Magdalene, even though the season of Formal Halls is over.  This was a pizza-and-chips affair, instead, with the other Magdalenes who are in the Judge.  It&#8217;s a small group &#8212; there&#8217;s four of us MBAs in college this year, a couple of MPhils, and our strategy prof, herself a Fellow at Magdalene.</p>

<p>Nice thing was, the college <a href="http://www.magd.cam.ac.uk/people/master.html">Master</a> showed up, too.  As you might expect from somebody who&#8217;s also the director of the Fitzwilliam Museum, he&#8217;s a very cultured gentleman.  (Such that, if genteel cocktail-party talk were an Olympic event, he&#8217;d probably lead the field for Britain.)  He&#8217;s also enormously good-natured, and a super-approachable guy; that&#8217;s something I learned after he took a dozen of us MBAs into the <a href="http://www.fitzmuseum.cam.ac.uk/collection/index.htm" rel="nofollow">Fitz</a>, and gave us a quick lecture on how finance, marketing, and management issues affect the Arts today.</p>

<p>Anyhow.  Cambridge is suddenly bursting with festivities, and it&#8217;s belatedly sinking in that The End, as I&#8217;ve always been warned, is nigh.  I feel like I&#8217;ve been running this whole academic year, praying I can make it into the home stretch, and just now realized that it&#8217;s all already behind me.  </p>

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<p>It&#8217;s fitting, then, that our night sky has been rocked by professional fireworks days in a row &#8212; the <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/May_ball" rel="nofollow">May Balls</a> are happening (in June, as always) and will be for the whole of next week.  (I&#8217;m at <a href="http://www.queensball.com/gallery.php">Queen&#8217;s</a> from Monday night to Tuesday morning, meself.)  Simultaneously, there&#8217;s the May Bumps, a week-long rowing competition which is arguably the heart of Cambridge sport.  That&#8217;ll be a blog entry unto itself; suffice to say that some students are walking around wreathed with willow branches, most the rest have Pimm&#8217;s in hand.</p>

<p>Oh, and the sun is out, gloriously.  <i>84 degrees</i>, no joke.</p>

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    <title>Of Pimm&apos;s and Punts.  And Pembroke.</title>
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    <summary>There&#8217;s a correlation between sunny weather and Pimm&#8217;s consumption, in these parts. Correlation, yes, and causality, too. Of course, I&#8217;d never heard of Pimm&#8217;s before landing in Cambridge. I&#8217;d likewise presumed that the locals hadn&#8217;t experienced sunny weather &#8212; I...</summary>
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        <![CDATA[<p>There&#8217;s a correlation between sunny weather and Pimm&#8217;s consumption, in these parts.  Correlation, yes, and causality, too.</p>

<p>Of course, I&#8217;d never heard of <a href="http://www.bbc.co.uk/dna/h2g2/alabaster/A832385" rel="nofollow">Pimm&#8217;s</a> before landing in Cambridge. I&#8217;d likewise presumed that the locals hadn&#8217;t experienced sunny weather &#8212; I mean, how else does one explain the Brit tendency to don T-shirts and miniskirts when it&#8217;s still freezing out?</p>

<p>Turns out the sun <i>does</i> sometimes shine in the British Isles (every second Saturday in June, 11am to 3pm, weather permitting) and last weekend, Azure, <a href="http://angrypirate.com/">Alanna</a>, and I found ourselves reaching for some sunscreen.  And then reaching for the Pimm&#8217;s.</p>

<p>Pimm&#8217;s, you see, is a gin-based liquer, mixed with lemonade and mint and cucumber and fruit slices.  It&#8217;s a quintessentially English cocktail, supposedly the standard method of hydration at cricket matches and polo fields, and I shall readily admit:  it&#8217;s terribly good stuff.</p>

<p>More elegant than a mint julep, and less labor-intensive than a proper Mojito, Pimm&#8217;s No. 1 immediately ranks as one of the best summertime refreshments I&#8217;ve had the pleasure to drink.  (Especially when the only alternative is <a href="http://www.camra.org.uk/SHWebClass.ASP?WCI=ShowCat&amp;CatID=1" rel="nofollow">warm beer</a>.)</p>

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<p>Seriously, though, I believe the weather has turned (mostly), and it&#8217;s been a blast.  We&#8217;ve been cycling/<a href="http://scoblecomments2.scripting.com/comments?u=1011&amp;p=10334&amp;link=http%3A%2F%2Fradio.weblogs.com%2F0001011%2F2005%2F06%2F08.html%23a10334">punting</a>/strolling to the <a href="http://www.jasoncook.com/archives/000208.shtml">outskirts</a> of town, almost daily, then coming home in the evenings to watch the frogs in our neighbor&#8217;s garden, or spy on the hedgehog in our own.</p>

<p>Plus, there&#8217;s been a swirl of events &#8212; this week, the <a href="http://kedro-mba.blogspot.com/2005/06/queen-comes-to-cambridge.html" rel="nofollow">Queen</a> <a href="http://kedro-mba.blogspot.com/2005/06/her-majesty-her-royal-highness.html" rel="nofollow">visited</a> the Fitzwilliam Museum, across the street from the Judge, which interrupted a class or two.  The same night, Azure and I attended formal hall at Pembroke with two other MBAs; it was in the middle of exams, so it turned out that we four were the only diners, apart from High Table.</p>

<p>That particular dinner will stand as one of the most memorable events from my time at Cambridge:  the three long tables of Pembroke&#8217;s hall all barren, except for one, with a single candlestick and four plates at the end.  All the routine, of course, stayed unbroken; there was still a ringing gong and grace in Latin, the standing, and bowing&#8230; whether for four or four hundred, certain things never change, here.</p>

<p>Oh, and yeah, it was &#8216;Mexican Theme Night&#8217;, so then they served us fajitas.  Hah!</p>

<p>And school?  (School?)  Ah, school is still in session, but barely &#8212; my classroom time is all but finished, concluding with a case study on Ben &amp; Jerrys&#8217; strategic alliances in Japan.  My attention has already turned to the individual project over summer; more on that, later.  (There are projects, and then there are, well, other big things&#8230;)</p>

<p>We had a <a href="http://www.jims.cam.ac.uk/perl/search/search.pl?_STATUS=GO_TO_FRAMESET&amp;FILE=/programmes/mba/programme/seminars.html" rel="nofollow">slew of great speakers</a> in the last few weeks &#8212; Tom Glocer, CEO of Reuters, got my vote for being the best of &#8216;em.  He managed to mention <a href="http://webmonkey.wired.com/webmonkey/03/17/index3a.html?tw=authoring">RSS</a>, the &#8216;blogosphere&#8217;, and Gawker in a single sentence, which scored big points in my book.  Honorable mention goes to Lois Jacobs, president of Jack Morton, which has got to be the highest-profile company whose name I&#8217;d never heard &#8212; they quietly produce &#8216;experiental marketing events&#8217;.  Sounds cute and fuzzy until you find out they&#8217;re the crew which produced the opening ceremony at Athens 2004, the Hong Kong handover in &#8216;97, and a buncha other ceremonial stuff you&#8217;d never think was &#8216;outsourced&#8217;.  Suffice to say, Ms. Jacobs&#8217; Powerpoint presentation was slick; by the end, I was bracing myself for a pyrotechnically-enhanced finale.</p>

<p>Or maybe that&#8217;s a feature in the next version of MS Office&#8230;</p>
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<entry>
    <title>Hitchhiker&apos;s Guide To the Galaxy, film vs. Infocom</title>
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    <published>2005-05-08T04:15:02Z</published>
    <updated>2008-11-08T05:32:42Z</updated>

    <summary><![CDATA[So Azure and I saw Hitchhiker&#8217;s Guide to the Galaxy last week. &#8216;Twasn&#8217;t perfect, but at least I can review it in a fitting fashion, like so: &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&#8220;Mostly Harmless.&#8221;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;* &#8230;and glean some satisfaction in that. And, I suppose, there&#8217;s some...]]></summary>
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        <![CDATA[<p>So Azure and I saw <i>Hitchhiker&#8217;s Guide to the Galaxy</i> last week.  &#8216;Twasn&#8217;t perfect, but at least I can review it in a fitting fashion, like so:</p>

<p>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&#8220;Mostly Harmless.&#8221;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mostly_harmless">*</a></p>

<p>&#8230;and glean some satisfaction in that.  And, I suppose, there&#8217;s some reassurance in knowing that this film adaptation won&#8217;t be regarded as the definitive <i>Hitchhiker&#8217;s</i>.  Because in my book, that honor is reserved for the Infocom game.  What else?</p>
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    <title>iPhoto keywords, metadata, and procrastination</title>
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    <published>2005-04-27T20:15:00Z</published>
    <updated>2008-11-08T05:33:01Z</updated>

    <summary>I&#8217;m not sure if it&#8217;s a &#8216;skill&#8217;, a &#8216;knack&#8217;, or maybe an &#8216;art&#8217; (by this point), but I can say that my procrastination abilities have become quite well-honed at B-school. Case in point: we just wrapped up our MCP project....</summary>
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        <![CDATA[<p>I&#8217;m not sure if it&#8217;s a &#8216;skill&#8217;, a &#8216;knack&#8217;, or maybe an &#8216;art&#8217; (by this point), but I can say that my procrastination abilities have become quite well-honed at B-school.</p>

<p>Case in point: we just wrapped up our MCP project.  The MCP is a full-time effort (and then some); there&#8217;s no classes in April because of it.  While every group scrambled to finish on time, my group&#8217;s project was especially back-loaded; lots of analysis couldn&#8217;t even get started until last week.</p>

<p>Goes to figure, then, that I&#8217;d decide last week was also the perfect time to &#8216;tag&#8217; my entire iPhoto library with comments and keywords.  Doing so is the digital equivalent of rummaging through a shoebox full of old photos and writing helpful notes on the back of each picture, explaining who&#8217;s who, etc.  It&#8217;s exactly the sort of ridiculous undertaking that nobody ever bothers with &#8212; unless, of course, there&#8217;s other, more important work that needs doing.</p>

<p>But it brings me around to this:  one thing you hear, working in the web industry, is that &#8220;Metadata Is Expensive&#8221;.  In other words, &#8220;scribbling notes on old photos is time-consuming monkey-work&#8221;.  And I can say, from recent experience, that that&#8217;s true, regardless of whether the photographs are digital or physical.  (Metadata, incidentally, is defined as &#8216;data about data&#8217;; on the web, metadata helps classify, describe, or organize web pages.)</p>

<p>You hear this &#8216;metadata is expensive&#8217; maxim especially in regards to search.  Google, for example, gives a cold shoulder to metadata &#8212; it reads only the regular, visible words on a web page, and ignores any behind-the-scenes attempts to categorize a website.  There&#8217;s a bunch of valid reasons for this, namely:</p>

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  <p>[A] Google patented software techniques which make their current setup pretty awesome 
[B] Early web history showed people will cheat and write deceptive metadata to lure an audience. <br />
[C] The notion that &#8216;metadata is expensive&#8217; to create.  It just isn&#8217;t worth the time.</p>
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<p>Obviously, there&#8217;s a bit of a vicious cycle with that final point:  I can now imagine plenty of people crafting nice, careful metadata code for their websites, if they thought Google might actually use it.</p>

<p>The main reason I&#8217;m increasingly confident in the above statement comes from my own recent behavior vis-a-vis iPhoto:  apart from the procrastination element, I <i>did</i> have some good reason to slather metadata across my entire iPhoto library.   The soon-to-be-released Mac OS X Tiger will supposedly allow me to <a href="http://www.apple.com/macosx/features/spotlight/">search</a> against it.  Given how I value those pictures greatly, it struck me as being worth the effort to organize my photos.  However &#8216;expensive&#8217; it was. (Just a few hours&#8217; work, really.)</p>

<p>But Google isn&#8217;t going to start acknowledging metadata, I think, largely because of reason [A], above.  They&#8217;re on top of the search-engine world right now, and won&#8217;t benefit from rocking the boat.  As for [B], I think the web today is capable of solutions that weren&#8217;t on the radar in the &#8216;90&#8217;s.  And regards [C], well, like I said: &#8216;expensive&#8217; is relative.  People will gladly bear the cost of metadata on things that they personally value, and that extends off the desktop onto the web.  See Flickr.com.</p>

<p>So.  I&#8217;m increasingly of the opinion that if Google doesn&#8217;t do metadata, somebody else will.  In fact, it seems like one of the obvious avenues for second-tier players like Yahoo, MSN, and Jeeves to gain some competitive advantage in the search space.  </p>

<p>And I want to see what that strategy looks like, if it happens.  Especially if it provides me new opportunities to put off doing real work.</p>
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<entry>
    <title>April</title>
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    <published>2005-04-16T08:30:00Z</published>
    <updated>2008-11-08T05:33:11Z</updated>

    <summary>Seems England can&#8217;t completely shake off winter, much as I can&#8217;t free myself from this particularly nasty cold. It&#8217;s brutal, really. Cambridge was grey and drizzly all of last week; meanwhile, I was shuffling across the cobbled streets doubled-over and...</summary>
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        <![CDATA[<p>Seems England can&#8217;t completely shake off winter, much as I can&#8217;t free myself from this particularly nasty cold.  It&#8217;s brutal, really.  Cambridge was grey and drizzly all of last week; meanwhile, I was shuffling across the cobbled streets doubled-over and coughing, like some Dickensian pauper doomed with the consumption.</p>

<p>Well, not quite that bad.</p>

<p>In fairness, there have been intermittent bursts of <a href="http://www.jasoncook.com/pictures/archives/000238.html">Spring</a>, about.  (And I, in truth, am largely on the mend.)  The oft-truant sun swung our way a few weeks ago &#8212; staying long enough to push up yellow daffodils and scatter cherry-blossoms all across Cambridge.  Our garden hedgehog also returned right about then, and has since proceeded to enjoy his evening ruckus in our shrubs.  And now there&#8217;s another woodland creature hanging about our place:  an impressively plump Toad who crawls into our conservatory, since it&#8217;s warm there.  After relocating him back to the garden, we&#8217;ll spot him from time to time; he sits under the fern, mostly.</p>

<p>That&#8217;s mostly it.  School&#8217;s out &#8212;  April is the month of our &#8216;Major Consulting Project&#8217;.  Half the MBA class flew the coop to places like Singapore, Norway, and Venezuela to work for various multinationals.  My team of four hasn&#8217;t left town, not much, but our full-time gig is with Apple, which suits me fine.</p>

<p>Now, if somebody would kindly pass the mentholated cough drops&#8230;</p>

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<entry>
    <title>James Bond, Napoleon, and Organizational Management</title>
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    <published>2005-03-05T23:58:19Z</published>
    <updated>2008-11-08T05:33:19Z</updated>

    <summary>Unintended consequence of the Cambridge MBA: Bond movies aren&#8217;t the same, anymore. Actually, 007 hasn&#8217;t mixed the martinis quite right for some time now. The whole franchise slipped past &#8216;tired&#8217; to &#8216;exhausted&#8217; with The World Is Not Enough. But this...</summary>
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        <![CDATA[<p>Unintended consequence of the Cambridge MBA: Bond movies aren&#8217;t the same, anymore.</p>

<p>Actually, 007 hasn&#8217;t mixed the martinis quite right for some time now.  The whole franchise slipped past &#8216;tired&#8217; to &#8216;exhausted&#8217; with <i>The World Is Not Enough</i>.  But this is beside the point.</p>

<p>No, what happened is this: I hung out with Britian&#8217;s previous &#8216;M&#8217;  (James Bond&#8217;s boss, remember?) for the better part of an hour, chatting about his old job and present-day geopolitics.  The requisite dash of intrigue was provided early on, when our MBA class was told to show up for a guest lecture &#8212; but wasn&#8217;t told who&#8217;d be speaking, for &#8216;security reasons&#8217;.</p>

<p>The former &#8216;M&#8217; has a name, of course:  <a href="http://www.jims.cam.ac.uk/news/spotlight/2005/feb_speaker_dearlove.html">Sir Richard Dearlove</a>.  (And, in reality, apparently the title was &#8216;C&#8217;, not &#8216;M&#8217;.)  Sir Richard spoke about leadership and organizational management &#8212; from the perspective of somebody who&#8217;s managed and led a very <a href="http://www.bbc.co.uk/crime/fighters/mi6.shtml"><i>unique</i> organization</a>.  That said, the core topics he discussed &#8212; training, development, managing culture &#8212; are pretty standard fare in B-schools; I suppose the trick lies in adjusting those ideas to fit your own corporation, or Secret Intelligence Service, what have you.</p>

<p>Anyhow, the regular guest-speaker rigamarole followed the lecture:  mingling, chatting, and a few glasses of hey-not-bad-given-that-it&#8217;s-free wine on the 2nd floor of the Judge. And <i>that&#8217;s</i> where I wound up having a <i>real</i> conversation with Sir Richard and four or five others; much of it centered on the Middle East.  To craft an SAT analogy out of the whole experience, I suppose it was like talking about meditation with the Dalai Lama &#8212; the key relationship being that the other guy is operating with some insight that&#8217;s very much unavailable to you.  Or so you&#8217;d imagine.</p>

<p>Of course, if you read the Judge Institute&#8217;s <a href="http://www.jims.cam.ac.uk/news/spotlight/2005/feb_speaker_dearlove.html">press release</a>, it&#8217;s also clear that this went down in early February.  So I&#8217;m getting seriously behind on the blogging&#8230;</p>

<p>Oh, and speaking of managing organizational behavior: ever wonder why those useless buttons are on the sleeves of men&#8217;s suits?  You know, the ones sewn by the cuff, without a buttonhole, even?</p>

<p>This actually cropped up in Strategy, of all classes.  Turns out the sartorial invention is credited to Napoleon, who&#8217;d observed his lieutenants nastily wipe their snotty noses with their jacket sleeves.  Disliking this vulgar habit, Napoleon immediately mandated that sharp copper buttons be sewn along the sleeves of his uniforms &#8212; serving as a visible (and tactile) reminder not to rub your jacket across your face.</p>

<p>Must&#8217;ve worked.</p>

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    <title>Punch-drunk microeconomics</title>
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    <published>2005-01-23T22:25:44Z</published>
    <updated>2008-11-08T05:34:11Z</updated>

    <summary>The week before last was exams &#8212; a one-two punch of Corporate Finance and Organizational Behavior. I was swaying on my feet the moment I stumbled out of Cambridge&#8217;s Small Exam Hall, but then Az and I went and saw...</summary>
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        <![CDATA[<p>The week before last was exams &#8212; a one-two punch of Corporate Finance and Organizational Behavior.  I was swaying on my feet the moment I stumbled out of Cambridge&#8217;s Small Exam Hall, but then Az and I went and saw &#8216;Million Dollar Baby&#8217;, which pretty much knocked me out for the whole weekend.  (Okay, so the boxing metaphor is corny, but damn if it isn&#8217;t apt as hell.)</p>

<p>I&#8217;ve barely recovered.  Lent term began promptly on Monday morning, which means I&#8217;m now fully back in business (school), and once again filling my cranium with executive-class knowledge.  </p>

<p>Take, for example, this gem that cropped up during an Operations Management discussion:  &#8220;The Price Inelasticity of Fruitcake&#8221; &#8212; i.e., as the price of fruitcake goes up, the demand for fruitcake doesn&#8217;t really drop.  Interestingly, this atypical behavior occurs because fruitcakes aren&#8217;t bought for personal consumption &#8212; rather, they&#8217;re used solely as gift-items for unfortunate relatives.  </p>

<p><i>Ergo</i>, since the only way a buyer can measure the worth of a fruitcake is by looking at the price tag, bumping up the MSRP actually manages to <i>increase the perceived value of said fruitcake</i>.  This, in turn, boosts demand for fruitcake-gift-object, and all in such a way as to offset any drop in demand due to some consumers being priced out of the fruitcake market, etc. etc.</p>

<p>Anyhow.  I trust all this explains why I ain&#8217;t been blogging much, lately.</p>

<p>On a side note, I&#8217;m desperately seeking investors for an exciting, hush-hush arbitrage-ish opportunity.  I can promise fantastic returns &#8212; all that&#8217;s needed is a small sum of cash, up-front, to cover costs of some flour, sugar, and roughly three tons of candied lemon peel&#8230;</p>
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    <title>Judge Institute of Management MBA diaries</title>
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    <published>2004-12-14T19:05:07Z</published>
    <updated>2008-11-08T05:34:18Z</updated>

    <summary>Since I haven&apos;t posted about B-School in awhile, I should at least point to the Cambridge MBA Student Diaries. I wrote about the Orientation phase of this years&apos; programme, here....</summary>
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        <![CDATA[<p>Since I haven't posted about B-School in awhile, I should at least point to the Cambridge MBA <a href="http://web.archive.org/web/*http://www.jims.cam.ac.uk/programmes/mba/life/diaries/diaries_f.html">Student Diaries</a>.  I wrote about the Orientation phase of this years' programme, <a href="http://web.archive.org/web/*http://www.jims.cam.ac.uk/programmes/mba/life/diaries/blogs.html">here</a>.</p>
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    <title>Jonathan Strange and Mr. Norrell</title>
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    <published>2004-12-13T20:00:00Z</published>
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    <summary>About a month ago, I finished Susanna Clarke&#8217;s &#8220;Jonathan Strange and Mr. Norrell&#8221;, though I didn&#8217;t really put the book to rest for three weeks after. It&#8217;s a massive tome; I wasn&#8217;t about to re-read it from the start, but...</summary>
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        <![CDATA[<p>About a month ago, I finished Susanna Clarke&#8217;s &#8220;<a href="http://www.jonathanstrange.com/">Jonathan Strange and Mr. Norrell</a>&#8221;, though I didn&#8217;t really put the book to rest for three weeks after.  It&#8217;s a massive tome; I wasn&#8217;t about to re-read it from the start, but the book demanded immediate re-visits, first a page here, then a passage there.  And so it stayed atop my nightstand, getting better and better.</p>

<p>It&#8217;s a hard book to describe: the 19th-century atmosphere feels as cold as a lake in winter, and a gothic kind of melancholy hangs on every page.  The tangled plot grows like a vine, not a flower; the story doesn&#8217;t discretely blossom before the reader, so much as it entwines itself around one&#8217;s ankles.  And then, of course, there&#8217;s the magic &#8211; this is a book about magic &#8211; which feels inarguably historic, resolutely English, and dangerously <i>fey</i>.</p>

<p>Whatever it is, this book is not your run-of-the-mill fantasy.</p>

<p>There&#8217;s joy in it, too, but that&#8217;s mostly found in Clarke&#8217;s language, not the story itself.  Her publisher has been aggressively hawking this book as &#8216;Harry Potter for Adults&#8217;, but where <span class="caps">J.K. </span>Rowling channels the warm and infectious spirit of Roald Dahl, Clarke delivers a piercing, Victorian wit and humor that&#8217;s better compared to Austen or Dickens.  And while her book deals with the dire, fantastical and otherworldly, the needling jokes are usually sourced closer to home &#8211; like the following, where Stephen Black is unwillingly whisked to a chilling setting by a malevolent fairy king:</p>

<blockquote><p>The light was watery, dim and imcomparably sad.  Vast, grey, gloomy hills rose up all around them and in between the hills there was a wide expanse of black bog.  Stephen had never seen a landscape so calculated to reduce the onlooker to utter despair in an instant.</p>

<p>&#8220;This is one of your kingdoms, I suppose, sir?&#8221; he said.</p>

<p>&#8220;My kingdoms?&#8221; exclaimed the gentleman in surprise.  &#8220;Oh, no!  This is Scotland!&#8221;</p></blockquote>

<p>And so forth.  Anyhow, the book gets a big thumbs-up, from me and Az both.  (And we&#8217;re not just saying that because the author lives here in Cambridge, too.)</p>
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    <title>Cold in Cambridge.</title>
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    <published>2004-11-21T23:15:13Z</published>
    <updated>2008-11-08T05:34:56Z</updated>

    <summary>The days are short of late, and the sky unduly enamored with cold, metallic colors. Brushed aluminum, powdered magnesium, gunmetal steel - ah, &#8216;tis a chic palette, very Euro-styled and all, but frankly I prefer a bit more yellow and...</summary>
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        <![CDATA[<p>The days are short of late, and the sky unduly enamored with cold, metallic colors.  Brushed aluminum, powdered magnesium, gunmetal steel - ah, &#8216;tis a <i>chic</i> palette, very Euro-styled and all, but frankly I prefer a bit more yellow and blue, up above.</p>

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<p>Alas, the only alternative on offer is White: Cambridge&#8217;s first winter snow started coming down in clumps three nights ago.  Az and I live adjacent to the train tracks, near a railroad yard which houses a grove of halogen floodlights, and the sight of the snow floating past those towering lamps was remarkable.  The flakes were larger than silver dollars, and all sopping wet when they hit the ground - I think that by some fluke it had part-ways melted, then weirdly re-amalgamated in the atmosphere.  Watching the snow chunks swirling around the orange lights, you&#8217;d swear they sky was storming with locusts, or something equally sizeable and threatening.</p>

<p>(For all I know, maybe that&#8217;s just what snow looks like, here in England; the only true winters I&#8217;ve ever known were high up in California&#8217;s Eastern Sierra, where the snow gets delivered in an exceptionally dry, light and micro-sized format.  It certainly doesn&#8217;t <i>thud</i> onto the ground like this local stuff.)</p>

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<p>Anyhow, because of the season, I&#8217;m finding that afternoon classes are becoming a touch difficult; it&#8217;s heartbreaking to stare out the <a href="http://www.johnoutram.com/plarge/jucasNEparthu.html">oversized-porthole windows</a> of the Judge and see evening fall somewhere near 4pm.  And since we&#8217;re now in the midst of our ECP project (the ECP is a part-time consulting gig with a local tech company, clients vary according to your study group; my own group is working in the industrial inkjet market) there&#8217;s often group work or travel after the last class.  So like I said, the days are terribly short, but then, they can run awfully long, too.  Wicked chronological cocktail, that.</p>

<p>(Incidentally: Does complaining about the snow show that I&#8217;m a spoiled, stubborn Californian?  Or, rather, does my <a href="http://www.samueljohnson.com/weather.html#664">introductory</a> grumble about the weather imply that I&#8217;ve actually <a href="http://www.bbc.co.uk/weather/features/understanding/britain_01.shtml">embraced a bad British habit</a>?  Tough call&#8230;)</p>

<p>And speaking of the cold, a more <i>serious</i> cold: I cycle past the Scott Polar Research Institute every day, since it&#8217;s around the corner from the Judge.  The museum there is small but good; I visited with my parents, and the laughably crude equipment on display makes you realize just how outrageously tough and hardened explorers like Shackleton, Amundsen, and Scott must have been.  It&#8217;s worth a visit.</p>

<p>What&#8217;s really chilling, though, are the final handwritten letters from Scott and his company, penned after they&#8217;d realized their imminent doom on the ice.  I spent some time staring at them, under the glass.  There&#8217;s an unflinching stoicism there that I found so impressive, so moving, and at the same time, unfathomable and almost alien.  After all, I&#8217;ve just spent a semester hearing the word &#8216;risk&#8217; being cautiously applied in the context of Excel spreadsheets, and then to come across a <a href="http://www.south-pole.com/p0000090.htm">quote</a> like &#8220;&#8230;we have missed getting through by a narrow margin which was justifiably within the risk of a such a journey&#8221;; words plainly written by a man freezing to death&#8230; well, it provides perspective.  Which is a good thing to have.</p>
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    <title>Remaindered: Kings of Convenience, etc.</title>
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    <published>2004-11-08T08:46:09Z</published>
    <updated>2008-11-08T05:36:35Z</updated>

    <summary>I found a note scribbled in the margins of my spiral-bound notebook, &#8220;lifetime pizza customer value 10K&#8221;. Now, whether I was skeptical, impressed, or just a tad peckish when scratching those words, I no longer remember. But I did just...</summary>
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        <![CDATA[<p>I found a note scribbled in the margins of my spiral-bound notebook, &#8220;lifetime pizza customer value 10K&#8221;.  Now, whether I was skeptical, impressed, or just a tad peckish when scratching those words, I no longer remember.  But I did just bother to <a href="http://www.crm2day.com/library/EpFEAEyFpuIBCdXUbD.php">look up</a> the pizza bit on the &#8216;Net.</p>

<p>Turns out the lifetime revenue stream generated by a loyal pizza customer is actually $8,000.  Give or take a slice.</p>

<p>Anyhow, my point is that it&#8217;s these things neat, small, and clever which are most easily forgot, if not written down.  Thusly follows a quick list of not-blogged events from the last month at B-school, which I&#8217;d always intended to jot down, somewhere:</p>

<blockquote><p><i>Kings of Convenience + Call &amp; Response</i>, at the Cambridge Corn Exchange.  Ooh, what a show &#8211; a girl-fronted <span class="caps">S.F. </span>Bay Area rock band opening for a Norwegian duo whose crooning gets compared, constantly and aptly, to Mssrs. Simon and Garfunkel; the entire shindig rocking a converted corn warehouse/market facility left over from some bygone era here in England.  I did the college-student thing, and bought a concert T-shirt, even.</p>

<p><i>Hedgehog, in natural habitat</i>.  Right, so there&#8217;s a hedgehog living in our garden.  Frustratingly, I&#8217;ve only glimpsed the creature once so far, when I was up late in the conservatory, studying Finance.</p>

<p><i>The Master&#8217;s Lodge</i>.  The lushest accommodations in Cambridge are the Masters&#8217; Lodges of various colleges.  And since the Master at Magdalene also happens to be director of the Fitzwilliam Museum, his pad hangs plenty of name-brand artwork, to boot.  A few times each year, he kindly opens his home to all the grad students; on this particular occasion, we got treated to wine from the cellars along with some medieval motets from the Magdalene choir.  &#8216;Twas all an eminently civilized affair, and, yah, I&#8217;m grinning as I say that.</p>

<p><i>Clare Formal Hall</i>.  One of the friendlier traditions at the Cambridge colleges are the formal hall exchanges &#8211; play your cards right and you can wine and dine in the great hall of every college.  Azure and I hopped over to Clare for a bite on a Friday night (no gown required), and couldn&#8217;t help but be amused at being seated opposite a looming portrait of Gen. Cornwallis, a.k.a. the old arch-nemesis of George Washington &amp; Co.  Cornwallis looked just like he did in my elementary-school history books, red coat and all.  What I wondered about, most of the meal, was what went through Cornwallis&#8217; mind, sitting for that portrait: Did he fathom, then, how many future generations might dine beneath, and still recognize, his picture?</p>

<p><i>Evensong.</i>  Still on the college kick, I attended Evensong at Magdalene&#8217;s diminutive chapel the other Sunday.  Not as glorious as King&#8217;s College, maybe, but what&#8217;s remarkable is how little space there is in the church &#8211; the choir numbers roughly 15 students, and I&#8217;d wager the additional seating hardly holds twice that.  So it&#8217;s an intimate service, and personal, and really quite lovely.</p></blockquote>

<p>And now it&#8217;s November, already.</p>
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    <title>MBA study groups</title>
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    <published>2004-10-31T22:25:44Z</published>
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    <summary>The first real lesson from business school isn&#8217;t about supply and demand or Net Present Value. Forget Adam Smith and Milton Friedman, even, because it&#8217;s with French existentialist philosophy that B-school truly begins. Jean-Paul Sartre&#8217;s notion that &#8220;Hell is other...</summary>
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        <![CDATA[<p>The first real lesson from business school isn&#8217;t about supply and demand or Net Present Value.  Forget Adam Smith and Milton Friedman, even, because it&#8217;s with French existentialist philosophy that B-school truly begins.  Jean-Paul Sartre&#8217;s notion that &#8220;Hell is other people&#8221; is the inescapable starting point of the curriculum, here. </p>

<p>Other MBAs will recognize, I suspect, that I&#8217;m talking of &#8216;Group Work&#8217;, a method of learning and assessment rather unique to B-school.  Sure, everybody works in groups, in almost any discipline, but business school takes the practice to a whole new level. </p>

<p>Do I dislike my group?  Hell no.  Dislike my classmates?  Uhh, negative.  (In fact, I just wrote a fawning little piece about them for Cambridge&#8217;s student web diaries, and was being remarkably honest throughout.)  But the tortuous fact is that all these initial projects assigned to our five-person &#8216;study group&#8217; can really be done faster and easier on one&#8217;s own.  There&#8217;s that adage about how one farmer can build a barn in a year, two working together in six months, three in four, and so on - but that heartwarming model doesn&#8217;t apply to five students poking and grabbing at a laptop crunching Excel spreadsheets.  The law of diminishing returns in action?  Recipe for disaster is more like it.</p>

<p>The school admins wickedly love this stuff.  They&#8217;ll readily confess that they engineer study groups to be as fractured and as contentious as possible - and with 104 students from 33 countries, the Judge Institute operates with a massive advantage over its peers in its ability to assemble volatile mixtures of geopolitical / social / cultural / professional backgrounds.  I suppose that, for them, the entire exercise is a thrill not unlike high-school chemistry - mixing and shaking all sorts of stuff, hoping it will go boom.</p>

<p>&#8216;Course there&#8217;s no swapping or shuffling of teams allowed - the mantra is always &#8216;Work with it&#8217;.  And so you do.  </p>

<p>Mostly.   </p>

<p><i>My</i> group has actually been quite the breeze to work with.  We&#8217;re a surprisingly good crew.  There&#8217;s rumors, though, talk-in-the-hallway about other groups less fortunate.  Some have gone begging and appealing right up to the Director, searching for a mediator.  As for myself, I&#8217;ve watched other groups out of the corner of my eye, especially during high-pressure, time-constrained assignments, and spotted, here and there, dynamics like Tom and Jerry in a tussle - just a twirling, indecipherable blur of conflict, radiating cartoon stars, smoking squigglies, and technicolor exclamation points.  (Almost.)</p>

<p>I&#8217;d congratulate myself on avoiding this, but I&#8217;m just lucky, so far.  Conflict is unavoidable when working under pressure.  But I suppose the whole &#8216;learning to work together&#8217; bit will be equally inevitable, for all of us.  Meanwhile, be glad there are no pots, pans, rolling pins or gigantic wooden mallets hanging on the walls of our study area.  </p>

<p>That would be a bad scene.</p>
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    <title>Magdalene formal hall</title>
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    <published>2004-10-12T07:20:30Z</published>
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    <summary>Friday marked my first formal hall at Magdalene. It&#8217;s a tricky event to describe without dipping into Harry Potter comparisons - I mean, where else do you find long rows of gown-bedecked students, dining by candlelight? Sure, the hefty silver...</summary>
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        <![CDATA[<p>Friday marked my first formal hall at Magdalene.  It&#8217;s a tricky event to describe without dipping into Harry Potter comparisons - I mean, where else do you find long rows of gown-bedecked students, dining by candlelight?  Sure, the hefty silver candlesticks at Magdalene don&#8217;t exactly levitate in mid-air, but there are still enough of them to serve as the only light source in the stretching hall.</p>

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<p>I realize, of course, that Harry Potter is a cheap cliché for describing Cambridge.  It&#8217;s like bringing up <i>Blade Runner</i> when talking about Tokyo - the simile is spot-on, but all too easy, more atmosphere than reality.  Nevertheless, I&#8217;ve found Harry Potter remains the finest template for describing how the whole University - College relationship functions.  For graduates, at least.</p>

<p>For instance: I got strange looks when I first told friends I was studying at the University of Cambridge, and then explained I&#8217;d be at <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Magdalene_College,_Cambridge">Magdalene College</a>.  (And the Judge Institute for Management, as well.)  How could I attend three schools at once?  Now I tell folks it&#8217;s like attending Hogwarts School for Magic, but having the Sorting Hat stick you in Gryffindor House on your first day.  (Or Slytherin, as some have <a href="http://groups.google.com/groups?hl=en&amp;lr=&amp;client=firefox-a&amp;threadm=95jgf49aof4f%40marryapig.com&amp;rnum=1&amp;prev=/groups%3Fq%3Dmagdalen%2Bslytherin%2Bcambridge%26hl%3Den%26lr%3D%26client%3Dfirefox-a%26selm%3D95jgf49aof4f%2540marryapig.com%26rnum%3D1">slandered</a>.)  Harry Potter&#8217;s school has just four Houses; Cambridge has 30-odd colleges.  But you get the gist of how it works.</p>

<p>I never actually requested Magdalene.  It&#8217;s old (576 years), small (a few hundred students), and home to the likes of <a href="http://www.narnia.com/chronicles/cslewis/index.htm">C.S. Lewis</a> and <a href="http://www.pepysdiary.com/about/history/">proto-blogger Pepys</a>.  But I knew its reputation from tour books &#8212; the college is still notorious for being the last to admit women, in the 80&#8217;s.  (That would be the 1980s, not the 1880s.)  Sounded suspiciously crusty, a <a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/tg/detail/-/0871132796/qid=1097533642/sr=8-1/ref=sr_8_xs_ap_i1_xgl14/104-5570246-2572730?v=glance&amp;s=books&amp;n=507846">Porterhouse Blue</a> kind of place.</p>

<p>It&#8217;s not anymore, not far as I can see.  Magdalene these days is like anywhere else in Cambridge - which makes sense, considering that most grads are placed there by chance, like me.  If anything, Magdalene&#8217;s old stubbornness in clinging to its other customs, like the anachronistic formal hall, is considered charming and special, now.</p>

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<p>So what about dinner, you ask?  Well, it&#8217;s <i>supposed</i> to take a while to get to it, you see.  To begin with, there&#8217;s the dressing up - black tux or suit and tie, plus a gown on top of that.  Post-arrival, sherry might be served (in another hall, mind, not the main one), and then, once you&#8217;ve finally meandered into the dining area, there&#8217;s a grumbling period of waiting until the High Table (Fellows, professors, etc.) finds their seats.  The buildup continues with a large gong being rung (swear, I&#8217;m not making this up) to signal the start of the Grace being recited&#8230; all in Latin, of course.</p>

<p>And then (only then) you get dinner.  First course, white wine, Main course, red wine, Dessert, Savoury trifle, right on to <i>petit fours</i> and port or coffee.  Last of all, another Latin benediction. Just like home, <i>non?</i></p>

<p>Yeah.  Having both dined and worked in the U.C. Berkeley cafeteria system, I gots to say dinner here is a serious step up.  (I&#8217;d say the same about the schoolwork, too, and would catalog all that in detail, but that&#8217;s not nearly as fun to write about&#8230;)</p>

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    <title>Grantchester punt, Roland&apos;s Dark Tower</title>
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    <published>2004-10-01T22:14:44Z</published>
    <updated>2008-11-08T05:37:36Z</updated>

    <summary>Punting is tougher than it looks. It&#8217;s certainly harder than the guides ferrying tourists up and down The Backs make it seem. Arrive in Cambridge on a warm, sunny weekend (happens every few years, I hear) and you&#8217;ll see punting&#8217;s...</summary>
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        <![CDATA[<p>Punting is tougher than it looks.  It&#8217;s certainly harder than the guides ferrying tourists up and down <a href="http://homepage.ntlworld.com/day.family/tour20.htm">The Backs</a> make it seem.</p>

<p>Arrive in Cambridge on a warm, sunny weekend (happens every few years, I hear) and you&#8217;ll see punting&#8217;s gnarlier side: the &#8216;self-hire&#8217; crowd.  Once these all-too-literal boatloads of amateurs take to the water, the whole British notion of a &#8216;jolly riverboat jaunt&#8217; is replaced by a tourist blood-sport that&#8217;s more akin to <a href="http://espn.go.com/gog04/s/desc_timber_log_roll.html">log-rolling</a> or demolition derby.  It&#8217;s best to watch from the shores of The Backs, I think - you might wince occasionally, but between the crashing, splashing, and multi-lingual shouting, you&#8217;ll at least remain dry.</p>

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<p>My own punting skills are no better, likely worse.  But last weekend, I managed to elude the rent-a-boat crowd, at least, by punting away from Cambridge, towards <a href="http://www.jasoncook.com/archives/000208.shtml">Grantchester</a>.   (Actually, I rode down, then punted the way back.)  It&#8217;s a <a href="http://www.scudamores.com/cam/infograntchester/toproute.shtml">90-minute push</a> either way - plenty long enough to leave me cold, soaked, and pretty well tired.  I lost the pole twice (the river bottom is like clay, in parts), and then got rained upon, to boot.  Happy I went, of course, but I&#8217;m done punting &#8216;til summer returns.</p>

<p>I completed another journey this week, and one which took me far longer - sixteen years, if I count correctly: I finished Stephen King&#8217;s <a href="http://www.stephenking.com/DarkTower/">The Dark Tower</a> series, the very week the <a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/tg/detail/-/1880418622/qid=1096723590/sr=8-1/ref=pd_csp_1/104-0613265-0415140?v=glance&amp;s=books&amp;n=507846">last installment</a> was published.</p>

<p>Can&#8217;t complain about the time - after all, it&#8217;s taken King 30 years to write those books, and he&#8217;s said this final volume heralds the end of his <a href="http://www.stephenking.com/pages/Works/list_full_pf.html">massive writing career</a>.  I can believe that - <a href="http://www.thedarktower.net/connections/roadmap.php">almost every book he&#8217;s written ties</a>, somehow, into the nexus of The Dark Tower, and now that it&#8217;s done&#8230; where can he go?</p>

<p>So how good was it, at the end?  Tough to say - his yarn was obviously good enough for me to read one after the other, and year after year; I&#8217;d also agree with the author&#8217;s own conclusion that the tale was &#8216;not entirely successful&#8217;.  The big concern, of course, was the ending, including the author&#8217;s sudden, interjectory warning not to read it.  (I&#8217;ve read a lot of books, and never have I seen an author pop into the narrative and lecture me against turning the page.)</p>

<p>King was right, of course.  I should&#8217;ve closed the book.  The journey is the reward, etc. - and <i>any</i> ending would have to be more bitter than sweet.  <i>This</i> ending, though - man, after thousands of pages, a decade and a half&#8230; it just left me crushed.  King says endings are heartless, and so this was.  Almost.</p>

<p>No spoilers, here.  All I can say is that choice facing the reader and Roland were one and the same - dare you enter the Tower, to finally see and know what lies inside?  Or would you sit on the doorstep, deep in that field of roses, knowing there that the quest is good and true, and already complete?</p>

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    <title>Daruma</title>
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    <published>2004-09-25T05:24:26Z</published>
    <updated>2009-03-01T17:33:52Z</updated>

    <summary>I&#8217;m entering B-school with one eye open. See, Mod gave me a Daruma on our last visit to Oakland. It&#8217;s a Japanese thing, Daruma, a paper-mache figurine of the monk Bodhidharma. He&#8217;s a round, roly-poly guy, the backstory being that...</summary>
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        <![CDATA[<p>I&#8217;m entering B-school with one eye open. </p>

<p>See, Mod gave me a Daruma on our <a href="http://www.jasoncook.com/pictures/archives/000203.html">last visit</a> to Oakland.  It&#8217;s a Japanese thing, Daruma, a paper-mache figurine of the monk Bodhidharma.  He&#8217;s a round, roly-poly guy, the <a href="http://www.onmarkproductions.com/html/daruma.shtml">backstory</a> being that Bodhidharma&#8217;s arms and legs fell off after he meditated for seven years straight.</p>

<p>Daruma dolls have no eyes - it&#8217;s up to you to paint them in, yourself.  One eye gets painted when you start working towards a goal, and the other eye can only be painted if and when you complete that goal.  Unsurprisingly, it&#8217;s mostly a New Year&#8217;s thing, though I&#8217;ve heard Japanese politicians make a big show of drawing Daruma eyes during political campaigns.</p>

<p>School&#8217;s started.  Which means our once-blind Daruma now sits winking by the telly, and I vaguely suspect he&#8217;s watching more BBC than he should.</p>

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<p><em>Update</em>:  1 year later&#8230;</p>

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<entry>
    <title>Shaun of the Dead, Ian Brown Solarized</title>
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    <published>2004-09-20T02:26:59Z</published>
    <updated>2008-11-08T05:38:21Z</updated>

    <summary>We just rented &#8216;Shaun of the Dead&#8217;, which proudly bills itself as &#8216;a romantic comedy, with zombies&#8217;. Unlike most movies, it actually delivers on that promise. Az laughed, I found it romantic, and yes, the walking undead get their screen...</summary>
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        <![CDATA[<p>We just rented <a href="http://www.shaunofthedeadmovie.com/">&#8216;Shaun of the Dead&#8217;</a>, which proudly bills itself as &#8216;a romantic comedy, with zombies&#8217;.  Unlike most movies, it actually delivers on that promise.  Az laughed, I found it romantic, and yes, the walking undead get their screen time.</p>

<p>The kid at Blockbuster tried warning us off it, after hearing my American accent.  &#8220;This is quite good,&#8221; he said, then hesitantly added &#8220;but very English&#8221;.  Fair enough.  But so then are Wallace and Gromit, Flying Circuses, and The Office - and they export just fine.  (In truth, if &#8216;Warning: Very English!&#8217; labels existed, I&#8217;d slap &#8216;em on Walker&#8217;s <a href="http://walkers.corpex.com/cr15p5/packinfo.asp?snacktypeid=39&amp;flavourid=84">&#8220;Roast-Lamb-and-Mint-Jelly flavour&#8221; potato chips</a>, first thing.  But I digress&#8230;)</p>

<p>Actually, there is one joke in &#8216;Shaun of The Dead&#8217; that hit me as tragically, tearfully hilarious - largely because it is doomed to go unnoticed by most Americans.  It happens like this:</p>

<p>Shaun and Ed, urgently needing weapons for zombie-head-removal, stumble across Shaun&#8217;s old record collection, at which point they frantically start tossing discs (Frisbee-style) at the neck of a nearby zombie.  However, (and here&#8217;s the British comedy for ya) they can&#8217;t help but bicker and argue over which LP&#8217;s are too precious to be thrown at the zombie onslaught.</p>

<p>Ed [holding up a record]:  Stone Roses?
Shaun: Noooo!
Ed:  But it&#8217;s &#8216;Second Coming&#8217;.
Shaun [pauses]: I <i>liked</i> it!</p>

<p>Thing is, the <a href="http://www.rollingstone.com/artist/bio/_/id/862/thestoneroses?pageid=rs.Artistcage&amp;pageregion=artistHeader">Stone Roses</a> hardly made a dent in American pop culture, and remain relatively unknown in the U.S. despite having been massive chart-toppers in the UK.  The band released only two albums in their ten years, the first being hailed as the album of the decade, and the <a href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/exec/obidos/ASIN/B000000OT7/202-8303447-7822231">second (coming)</a> widely trashed as&#8230; well, I <i>liked</i> it.</p>

<p>Sure, you&#8217;ll still find a few hopeless Roses fans (is there any other kind?) Stateside, and I proudly count myself amongst their number.</p>

<p>For Roses fans like me, it&#8217;s been a good week, and not just because they&#8217;ve written in-jokes for us into &#8216;Shaun of the Dead&#8217;.  On September 13th, former Stone Roses lead singer Ian Brown released his fourth solo album, &#8216;Solarized&#8217;.  I was personally excited because it was the first time I could buy one of his albums without an &#8216;Import&#8217; sticker and 30-dollar price tag on the cover.</p>

<p>And how is it?  Not half-bad, in fact.</p>

<p>A few tracks shine: the surprisingly sweet &#8216;Time is My Everything&#8217; stands out as my initial favorite. (Respectably, &#8216;Time&#8217; achieves the highly-improbable feat of substituting John Squire&#8217;s legendary guitar licks with latin horns, of all things.)  &#8216;Longsight M13&#8217; and &#8216;Keep What Ya Got&#8217; (w/ Oasis frontman Noel Gallagher) also display the craftsmanship you&#8217;d expect for radio singles.  Whether this &#8216;approachable&#8217; sound was a production decision, or the result of Ian Brown recording this album sober (so he claims), I can&#8217;t say.  But it&#8217;s better than the last one.</p>

<p>There&#8217;s still a fair shake of the less-listenable, self-indulgent stuff.  (Not exactly uncommon with lead singers who&#8217;ve &#8216;gone solo&#8217;, now is it?)  But c&#8217;mon &#8212; it&#8217;s hard not to spot the warning signs for that, right on the cover - the album artwork/branding consists primarily of Ian&#8217;s name written in various fonts, and the highlight of the liner notes is a juvenile photo-collage of you-know-who&#8217;s <a href="http://images.amazon.com/images/P/B000007WJX.01.LZZZZZZZ.jpg">simian face</a>, striking various poses.  Anybody who buys this album should expect as much.</p>

<p>At the moment, though, it&#8217;s the only CD we own.  (We hauled our MP3 and AAC collection with us, but left the good speakers behind.)  So, for better or worse, Solarized is getting heavy rotation hereabouts.</p>
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<entry>
    <title>Battleship Potemkin Remixed</title>
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    <id>tag:www.jasoncook.com,2004://1.127</id>

    <published>2004-09-14T21:43:47Z</published>
    <updated>2008-11-08T05:38:45Z</updated>

    <summary>I steeled myself for my upcoming capitalist indoctrination (B-school starts next week) by watching &#8216;Battleship Potemkin&#8217; on Sunday. The movie, in true socialist form, was free for the masses - it played in a drizzly Trafalgar Square, and featured a...</summary>
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        <![CDATA[<p>I steeled myself for my upcoming capitalist indoctrination (B-school starts next week) by watching &#8216;Battleship Potemkin&#8217; on Sunday.  The movie, in true socialist form, was free for the masses - it played in a <a href="http://www.jasoncook.com/pictures/archives/000217.html">drizzly Trafalgar Square</a>, and featured a thumpin&#8217; new soundtrack <a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/entertainment/music/3643852.stm">composed and performed live</a> by the Pet Shop Boys.  </p>

<p><span class="mt-enclosure mt-enclosure-image" style="display: inline;"><img alt="pet_shop_boys_potemkin.jpg" src="http://www.jasoncook.com/beta/postimages/pet_shop_boys_potemkin.jpg" width="500" height="375" class="mt-image-none" style="" /></span></p>

<p>Surprisingly, it wasn&#8217;t so much a big spectacle, as a good show.  I&#8217;d expected a double-dose of high camp; that the synthetic techno bombast of Mssrs. Tenant and Lowe would serve only to make Potemkin seem anachronistic and crude by comparison, probably send the whole thing up as a terribly naïve work &#8212; technologically, artistically, politically, historically, whatever.</p>

<p>Instead, it was engaging.  The music was surprisingly complementary, at times almost natural, and if anything, made the film seem more contemporary, not less.  Given, I actually like the music of the Pet Shop Boys (hence my trek from Cambridge to London), so my opinion is undoubtedly suspect to some, but I&#8217;d call it a success, and an artistic one at that.</p>

<p>No, it wasn&#8217;t perfect:  some passages veered too far to the club sound (IMO,  the words &#8220;Da!&#8221; and &#8220;Nyet&#8221; do not a natural bass line make), some slower strains went on just a bit (like Phillip Glass pumped full of Red Bull).  But pacing, I suppose, is something the revisionist soundtrack composer can&#8217;t completely control, and one of the more obvious aspects where early cinema shows its age.</p>

<p>Standing in the rain surrounded by umbrellas wasn&#8217;t the best screening venue, but it was memorable.  The best seats in the house, alas, were on a red double-decker bus snarled in Trafalgar&#8217;s traffic - we watched passengers wind their way to the top deck, sitting high and dry, until a traffic cop finally cleared &#8216;em out.</p>
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<entry>
    <title>Kettle&apos;s Yard</title>
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    <published>2004-09-11T23:31:11Z</published>
    <updated>2008-11-08T05:38:52Z</updated>

    <summary>Just north of the Cam, past Magdalene College, is Kettle&#8217;s Yard. From four 17th and 18th century cottages, Jim and Helen Ede built foundations for a single house, and a singular home. It&#8217;s an art museum, now - though I...</summary>
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        <![CDATA[<p>Just north of the Cam, past Magdalene College, is Kettle&#8217;s Yard.  From four 17th and 18th century cottages, Jim and Helen Ede built foundations for a single house, and a singular home.</p>

<p>It&#8217;s an art museum, now - though I suspect Mr. Ede (himself the curator of the Tate in London, once) would agree that the scale and setting make it something altogether different.  Above all, Kettle&#8217;s Yard remains simply a home: you need to tug on the doorbell to enter, and once inside, you can grab a seat anywhere, and pull a book from the shelves.  And that&#8217;s how it went for us, yesterday afternoon.</p>

<p>Of course, art is the big draw: when you&#8217;re a networked fellow like Mr. Ede, I suppose it was easy to gather up pieces from &#8216;artist friends&#8217; like Ben Nicholson, Gaudier-Brzeska, even Miro and Brancusi.  However, the personal authenticity of the collection is what impresses the most &#8212; knowing that behind every piece was afternoon tea or a handshake, the ties of friendship and patronage.</p>

<p>You can feel how the house was all slowly assembled, truly built &#8212; not simply bought at Sotheby&#8217;s.  In that sense, Kettle&#8217;s Yard reminds me of Jim Thompson&#8217;s house in Bangkok: like the organic shell of an extraordinary life.  That, and then there&#8217;s the fun of traipsing through the <a href="http://www.jasoncook.com/pictures/archives/000214.html">tiny bedrooms</a>, <a href="http://www.jasoncook.com/pictures/archives/000213.html">hallways</a>, and winding staircases, so unlike the squared halls of most museums.</p>

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<p>Best of all?  At Kettle&#8217;s Yard, it&#8217;s the arrangement and selection of every piece which matters, not cash value; some of the most important features are pebbles, plates, and lemons (just ask), each item placed properly, and just so.  </p>

<p>Oh &#8212; and it&#8217;s free.  Next time it really rains, I&#8217;m heading back.</p>
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<entry>
    <title>Gown and Town: Magdalene college</title>
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    <published>2004-09-08T02:47:26Z</published>
    <updated>2008-11-13T17:46:17Z</updated>

    <summary>I bought my gown last week. I couldn&#8217;t help but grin, trying it on: the long robes are probably one of the more peculiar and quintessential images associated with Oxbridge colleges. Actually, the first time I glimpsed a formal Cambridge...</summary>
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        <![CDATA[<p>I bought my gown last week.  I couldn&#8217;t help but grin, trying it on: the long robes are probably one of the more peculiar and quintessential images associated with Oxbridge colleges.</p>

<p>Actually, the first time I glimpsed a formal Cambridge robe was in Berzerkley, of all places; one of my undergrad professors was a Cambridge (and Oxford) don, and at graduation he&#8217;d ambled onto the stage wearing colorful garments which looked like a cross between a rodeo clown&#8217;s outfit and the Vatican Guard uniform.  Amidst all our cookie-cutter rental-quality black robes, and the tattered business-class upgrades worn by most Berkeley profs, his outfit was&#8230; brilliant.</p>

<p>Americans generally associate gowns only with graduation; here, it was a more <a href="http://www.cam.ac.uk/societies/cuhags/gowns/gowns.htm">important</a> part of your daily outfit, once upon a time.  I needed to purchase mine before school starts (T-minus 2 weeks, ack) because it&#8217;s still mandated for nightly dinner at my college.</p>

<p>Thankfully, I won&#8217;t need to strut about town always looking like Zorro, or a wayward Renaissance Faire vendor - graduate-level gowns are simple, uniform black affairs - and anyhow, I gather it&#8217;s a thing to keep stashed in a locker or backpack right until you walk into Formal Hall.  Perfect compromise, in my book.</p>
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    <title>Grantchester, The Orchard</title>
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    <published>2004-09-03T01:00:00Z</published>
    <updated>2008-11-08T05:39:57Z</updated>

    <summary>All it takes is a little Murphy&#8217;s law: the day after local papers led with &#8220;WETTEST SUMMER IN 50 YEARS&#8221;, this place starts feeling like California. In a sunshine-y sense, that is. We took a most civilized stroll out of...</summary>
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        <![CDATA[<p>All it takes is a little Murphy&#8217;s law: the day after local papers led with &#8220;WETTEST SUMMER IN 50 YEARS&#8221;, this place starts feeling like California.  In a sunshine-y sense, that is.</p>

<p>We took a <i>most</i> civilized stroll out of town yesterday, and walked alongside the river Cam towards Grantchester.  The footpath dips and rises through hyper-pastoral meadows, and it offers exactly the sort of scenery you&#8217;d hope for: grazing livestock, starry-eyed punters, and rolling farmland in the distance.  It&#8217;s quiet, verdant, and all feels (relatively) isolated, especially for a route that starts just twenty minutes&#8217; walk from the city center.</p>

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<p>An hour later, we stumbled across <a href="http://www.grantchester.info/main.php?article=gallery">Grantchester</a>, and its tea-room of some repute: The Orchard.  As the name implies, the outdoor grounds are <a href="http://www.orchard-grantchester.com/photopages/photosOrchard.htm">sprinkled with apple and pear trees</a>; Az and I entered from an adjacent meadow by first squeezing past some cows and then climbing a cattle-fence.   I&#8217;d hoped to congratulate myself on my little discovery, but turns out this is a place Cambridge students have flocked to for 100 years; The Orchard even offers a glossy brochure listing its famous tea-takers, beginning with Virginia Woolf and ending with John Cleese.  </p>

<p><span class="mt-enclosure mt-enclosure-image" style="display: inline;"><img alt="orchard_sign.jpg" src="http://www.jasoncook.com/beta/postimages/orchard_sign.jpg" width="500" height="375" class="mt-image-none" style="" /></span></p>

<p><span class="mt-enclosure mt-enclosure-image" style="display: inline;"><img alt="orchard_gardens.jpg" src="http://www.jasoncook.com/beta/postimages/orchard_gardens.jpg" width="500" height="375" class="mt-image-none" style="" /></span></p>

<p>Closer to my own heart, they claim Alan Turing &#8216;first conceived&#8217; the idea of Artificial Intelligence whilst strolling from Cambridge to The Orchard.  I don&#8217;t entirely buy it:  I&#8217;m no genius, but do I spend an inordinate amount of time daydreaming about computers, sci-fi, and othersuch nerdworthy nonsense, and I can say that bits, bytes, and computer cognizance were the last thing on <em>my</em> mind during that pleasant walk.  To me, it&#8217;s like arguing that Thoreau penned Walden whilst riding the London Underground.  Doesn&#8217;t jibe, somehow &#8212; but, then again, I&#8217;m no genius.</p>

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<entry>
    <title>Shades of grey, sunny highlights</title>
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    <published>2004-08-31T00:00:00Z</published>
    <updated>2008-11-08T05:40:13Z</updated>

    <summary>The local weather report is lately prefaced by so many apologies, and so thoroughly riddled with qualifiers, that it&#8217;s tough to tell just what the day&#8217;s weather is actually supposed to be. &#8220;Not nearly as nice as it ought to...</summary>
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        <![CDATA[<p>The local weather report is lately prefaced by so many apologies, and so thoroughly riddled with qualifiers, that it&#8217;s tough to tell just what the day&#8217;s weather is actually supposed to be.</p>

<p>&#8220;Not nearly as nice as it ought to be,&#8221; is how the weatherman sheepishly started his routine Sunday. By the end, he was preaching stridently about how things could really be &#8220;much, much worse&#8221;. The end result, I found, was one of those days where it&#8217;s too brisk for a T-shirt, but you&#8217;d sweat when wearing a jacket.</p>

<p>I suppose this can&#8217;t all be the meteorologist&#8217;s fault; things are uneven, recently. It&#8217;s like George Lucas was allowed to direct England&#8217;s summer &#8212; not original-Star-Wars-George-Lucas, but lame-new-trilogy-George-Lucas &#8212; giving the viewer only occasional brilliance in a show that&#8217;s mostly mediocre, like an hour of warm sunshine glimmering on the Cam amidst grey dross and unremarkable rain showers.</p>

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<entry>
    <title>Back to the blogstone</title>
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    <published>2004-08-23T17:54:36Z</published>
    <updated>2008-11-08T05:40:16Z</updated>

    <summary>Hey! You know the one restaurant in town that never seems to make it? The name changes, the menu&#8217;s shuffled somewhat, and day-glo vinyl banners proclaim Grand Reopenings, Under New Management, and so forth&#8230; just for a few months, until...</summary>
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        <![CDATA[<p>Hey!  You know the one restaurant in town that never seems to make it?  The name changes, the menu&#8217;s shuffled somewhat, and day-glo vinyl banners proclaim Grand Reopenings, Under New Management, and so forth&#8230;  just for a few months, until everything goes dark, again?</p>

<p>Yep, and so it goes with this oft-mothballed blog.  Still the same management, alas, but other items are moving around &#8212; us, namely &#8212; as we&#8217;re translocating to England.  </p>

<p>It&#8217;s a year move, at least, and we&#8217;re allowed just four suitcases.  All are empty, at the moment, save for a single frying pan that&#8217;s nestled in one.  (Experience has taught us that most furnishings can be cheaply IKEA&#8217;d across Europe; obtaining well-seasoned, hard-anodized kitchenware is another story.)</p>

<p>Our saucepan might be a nice addition, too, but unlikely.  I&#8217;m considering wearing one, Johnny-Appleseed-style, right onto the plane. (&#8220;What ma&#8217;am?  Oh, it&#8217;s my Calphalon Safety Helmet.  They say <a href="http://images.scrippsweb.com/FOOD/2003/01/29/kaga_takeshi_e.jpg">Chairman Kaga</a> wears one made of gold, you know.&#8221;)  But then, what if the overhead luggage spot fills?  It&#8217;s hard enough to sleep in Coach Class, as is&#8230; could be uncomfortable.</p>
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    <title>Mighty Atom: Really Similar Syndication?</title>
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    <published>2004-02-25T17:37:13Z</published>
    <updated>2008-11-08T05:40:28Z</updated>

    <summary>&#8230;quick, then, before they hit the lights, a run-down on Mighty Atom Syndication. Updated, 2008: And hit the lights they did. For sentimentality&#8217;s sake, I&#8217;ve reproduced the text of the original article below. This one was fun to write: Mighty...</summary>
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        <![CDATA[<p>&#8230;quick, then, before they <a href="http://www.wired.com/news/infostructure/0,1377,62300,00.html">hit the lights</a>, a run-down on <a href="http://hotwired.lycos.com/webmonkey/04/10/index1a.html">Mighty Atom</a> Syndication.</p>

<p><strong>Updated, 2008:</strong>  And hit the lights they did.  For sentimentality&#8217;s sake, I&#8217;ve reproduced the text of the original article below.  This one was fun to write:</p>

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<p><strong>Mighty Atom: Really Similar Syndication?</strong></p>

<p>Last time around, we took a look at the increasingly popular <img src="/images/xml.gif" alt ="icon" /> graphic, which developers use to signpost links to RSS (Really Simple Syndication) files. Well, RSS has a new competitor now: the upstart Atom Syndication Format.  </p>

<p>Atom files can be recognized by their own cute-as-a-button button, <img src="/images/atom.jpg" alt ="icon" />. And whether you click <img src="/images/atom.jpg" alt ="icon" /> or <img src="/images/xml.gif" alt ="icon" />, you still get the same raw-looking XML markup &#151; not quite fit for human consumption. All these cute buttons have a real and practical purpose, though: Site Syndication. </p>

<p>Those corresponding XML files are designed for audiences using the &#8220;news aggregators&#8221; &#151; sort of like mini Web browsers &#151; <a href="http://www.wired.com/news/infostructure/0,1377,60053,00.html" target="_blank">much favored</a> by high-volume websurfers. Using a <a href="http://directory.google.com/Top/Reference/Libraries/Library_and_Information_Science/Technical_Services/Cataloguing/Metadata/RDF/Applications/RSS/News_Readers/" target="_blank">news aggregator</a>, you can browse through the latest updates from a customized set of your favorite websites in just a fraction of the time it takes to do the same thing using Internet Explorer. Also, because syndication files follow a standardized XML-based format, they allow other sites to integrate your latest links and headlines into their pages, automatically.  </p>

<p>So, what&#8217;s the difference between <a href="http://www.intertwingly.net/wiki/pie/FrontPage" target="_blank">Atom</a> Syndication and <a href="http://blogs.law.harvard.edu/tech/rss" target="_blank">RSS</a>?  </p>

<p>It&#8217;s kinda like the difference between &#8220;newfangled&#8221; Philips screwdrivers and &#8220;old-fashioned&#8221; Slotted screwdrivers. A few fire-eatin&#8217; types may spend their days trolling the rec.arts.woodworking forums, debating the differences of torque capacity thresholds, drill bit <a href="http://www.mcfeelys.com/faq.asp" target="_blank">cam-out</a>, patent history, and manufacturing-cost issues between these incompatible rivals. But most of us are more or less resigned to keeping both types of screwdrivers in our toolkits &#151; we&#8217;ll use whichever one is handy and fits our needs. </p>

<p>Similarly, Atom Syndication and RSS are both tools designed to do the same basic job: advertise and distribute website content by creating machine-readable XML newsfeeds.     </p>

<p>Chances are, your choice of syndication format will be influenced largely by your choice of Content Management System. Google&#8217;s Blogger, for example, <a href="http://zdnet.com.com/2100-1104_2-5157662.html" target="_blank">pushes the nascent Atom format</a> and includes a pre-built starter template for Atom feeds and Atom feeds only. (All this, even though Atom is still a work-in-progress, only at version 0.3.) Tripod&#8217;s Blog Builder tool, on the other hand, offers an RSS 2.0 generator.   </p>

<p>Whether you&#8217;re invested in a CMS already or you&#8217;re still shopping around, it&#8217;s  a good idea to have a working understanding of both technologies. We went over all the whys and hows of RSS in &#8220;<a href="/webmonkey/03/17/index3a.html">Sharing Your Site With RSS</a>,&#8221; so in the pages that follow, we&#8217;ll be focusing on Atom, starting with why people bothered to build another site syndication format in the first place.  </p>
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        <![CDATA[<p><strong>Wherefore Need I Atom?</strong></p>

<p>The best testament to the intelligent design of RSS is its popularity. According to <a href="http://www.syndic8.com/" target="_blank">Syndic8.com</a>, the RSS 0.9x and 2.0 formats <a href="http://www.syndic8.com/stats.php?Section=rss" target="_blank">account</a> for about 65 percent of the 25,000+ feeds they track. Mind you, that&#8217;s a market that RSS helped pioneer. </p>

<p>Plus RSS (the 0.9x and 2.0 versions evangelized by Dave Winer) has weathered competition before. The unfortunately named RSS 1.0 (a separate RDF-based format) emerged as a standard for developers seeking a more sophisticated, avowedly non-commercial alternative to the RSS variants controlled by Dave Winer&#8217;s Userland Software. It&#8217;s been a few years, however, and the market still overwhelmingly favors the Fisher Price-simple RSS of versions 0.9x and 2.x.  </p>

<p>Meanwhile, quality newsreaders and aggregators have become increasingly adept at handling almost any &#8220;flavor&#8221; of syndication. Given that, the best way to improve the usefulness of your site is to focus on creating high-quality content, not change the feed format.</p>

<p>So then, <a href="http://www.tbray.org/ongoing/When/200x/2003/06/23/SamsPie" target="_blank">why</a> do we need Atom, again?  </p>

<p>Dave Winer&#8217;s RSS spec is penned in a succinct, conversational style that&#8217;s both easy to read and easy to learn.  Yet while brevity and informality work great when it comes to getting the masses to adopt new ideas, the spec had some notable gaps and <a href="http://diveintomark.org/archives/2003/06/26/will_the_real_rss_validator_please_stand_up" target="_blank">gray areas</a>. And late <a href="http://groups.yahoo.com/group/ssf-dev" target="_blank">efforts</a> to re-write or repair the RSS spec were hampered by a variety of issues, such as RSS&#8217;s emphasis on backwards compatibility and its adoption of a Creative Commons license. </p>

<p>Perhaps the best anecdotal example of RSS&#8217;s &#8220;under-specification&#8221; is its <a href="http://intertwingly.net/slides/2003/xmlconf/12.html" target="_blank">failure to address</a> how a developer should deal with markup code (like HTML) when it&#8217;s mixed up with content. It&#8217;s like bubble gum ice cream  #151; are you supposed to chew the gumballs while eating the ice-cream, or spit them out, one by one, into a soggy, mottled napkin? Every kid, it seems, has a slightly different take. So it goes with RSS. </p>

<p>Consider the title of a news story. What if certain words in it just <i>have</i> to be italicized, or the article is called, &#8220;An Introduction to the &lt;blockquote&gt; Tag&#8221;. In both these cases, you&#8217;ll need to introduce ruckus-causin&#8217; &lt;i&gt; or &lt;blockquote&gt; tags inside the &lt;title&gt; element of an RSS feed. Now the RSS spec, as written, doesn&#8217;t say this is allowed. But then, it doesn&#8217;t explicitly prohibit this, either. </p>

<p>So what&#8217;s a well-meaning newsreader app supposed to do when it comes across this markup? If it chose to always display the HTML, brackets and all, the second example would work just fine. But then the first headline would look pretty &lt;i&gt;funny&lt;/i&gt;. Vice versa, newsreaders that attempt to act on (or hide) HTML tags would make the first headline look nice, but would transform the second healdine into &#8220;An Introduction to the Tag&#8221;. Hi, tag! </p>

<p>Those aren&#8217;t the only issues developers have come across. How do you put <a href="http://www.tbray.org/ongoing/When/200x/2003/03/03/RSS" target="_blank">relative URLs</a> in a feed? What are <a href="http://intertwingly.net/slides/2003/xmlconf/23.html" target="_blank">proper</a> uses of the &lt;link&gt; tag? Sure these are oddball cases, certainly they aren&#8217;t the biggest deals in the world, but they&#8217;re just enough of a problem to make certain programs get goofy &#151; not the kind of foundation you want for archiving or API purposes. </p>

<p>Despite these small but potentially pesky foibles of RSS, nobody wants to switch technologies unless there&#8217;s an option with wild new features, or at least a couple of major bugfixes. Atom heavily favors the latter.  With its lengthier and rather &#8220;lawyerly&#8221; documentation, the Atom spec nails down many of the quirks, ambiguities, and surprises that became inadvertently enshrined in the now-forever-frozen RSS. And while Atom may not be burgeoning with never-before-seen features, it does add a few goodies: new tags like &lt;summary&gt; and &lt;content&gt;, and proposed attributes like content rel=&#8221;fragment&#8221;, make it easier to programmatically distinguish excerpts from entries. </p>

<p>Although Atom&#8217;s technical improvements over RSS are more evolutionary than revolutionary, don&#8217;t mistake this for timidity: the Atom project harbors a fairly agressive agenda. Right now, the loosely knit group that fostered the Atom Syndication Format is simultaneously working on the &#8220;Atom API&#8221;, an additional set of programming definitions that allows software agents to communicate about basic weblogging actions such as posting, editing, requesting feeds, etc. If all goes according to the Big Plan, Atom-formatted data will be used for far more than newsfeeds. Soon, Atom-enabled programs could help you edit or archive your website <a href="http://www.christianlindholm.com/christianlindholm/2004/02/blogging_via_at.html" target="_blank">without opening a browser</a>, or allow you to painlessly switch between hosting/CMS providers like TypePad or Radio Userland. </p>

<p>Of course it&#8217;s hard to tell how all this syndication stuff will shake out in the long run.  Right now, Atom&#8217;s inchoate &#8220;version 0.3&#8221; state isn&#8217;t perfect or free from glitches, but its momentum towards that ultimate goal has wooed early adopters. To see more technical cases of why key players such as Google and Movable Type are lining up behind Atom, check out <a href="http://www.sixapart.com/log/2003/06/why_we_need_ech.shtml" target="_blank">Why We Need Echo</a> (Atom&#8217;s former name), or <a href="http://intertwingly.net/slides/2003/xmlconf/" target="_blank">these slides</a>. As for the rest of us, let&#8217;s get building. </p>

<p><strong>The Building Blocks of Atom</strong></p>

<p>Atom Syndication was created to accomplish the very same task as RSS, so it&#8217;s little surprise that Atom code wound up looking like RSS.  Atom is newer, and wisely builds off the design successes of its predecessor.  If you know how to build a feed with RSS, it&#8217;s easy to get started with Atom. </p>

<p>The old &#8220;view source&#8221; technique probably remains the best pedagogical tool on the Web, so let&#8217;s get started building a minimal Atom feed by looking at one. Here&#8217;s a minimal example, lifted straight outta the <a href="http://www.mnot.net/drafts/draft-nottingham-atom-format-02.html" target="_blank">0.3 spec</a>: </p>

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&lt;?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8"?>

&lt;feed version="0.3" xmlns="http://purl.org/atom/ns#">

  &lt;title>dive into mark&lt;/title>

  &lt;link rel="alternate" type="text/html" 

   href="http://diveintomark.org/"/>

  &lt;modified>2003-12-13T18:30:02Z&lt;/modified>

  &lt;author>

    &lt;name>Mark Pilgrim&lt;/name>

  &lt;/author>

  &lt;entry>

    &lt;title>Atom 0.3 snapshot&lt;/title>

    &lt;link rel="alternate" type="text/html" 

     href="http://diveintomark.org/2003/12/13/atom03"/>

    &lt;id>tag:diveintomark.org,2003:3.2397&lt;/id>

    &lt;issued>2003-12-13T08:29:29-04:00&lt;/issued>

    &lt;modified>2003-12-13T18:30:02Z&lt;/modified>

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<p>Not so scary, right? It looks a lot like HTML, but since Atom is an application of XML, it&#8217;s a tad stricter: Every Atom feed must be well-formed, so when you open a tag, remember to close and nest it properly. XML rigamarole also demands the first two lines, which define the XML version and namespace. Confused? Just cut and paste the opening two lines, &#151; they&#8217;re the same for every Atom feed. </p>

<p>Now, before we jump into our tag-by-tag, play-by-play breakdown, there&#8217;s one design concept that&#8217;s worth pointing out. It&#8217;s Atom&#8217;s idea of &#8220;constructs&#8221;, which are elements that share a common structure. Don&#8217;t worry, it isn&#8217;t as fancy as it sounds. It&#8217;s just that certain groups of tags always follow the same core rules, wherever and whenever they&#8217;re used. </p>

<p>The <strong>Person Construct</strong>  requires a nested element called &lt;name&gt; to be present when describing persons. (Makes sense, right?) Other &#8220;child&#8221; elements of the Person Construct, &lt;email&gt; and &lt;url&gt;, are considered optional. So whether you&#8217;re talking about the author of a feed as a whole, or the author of an individual entry, these basic rules apply: &lt;name&gt; is a must-have tag, &lt;email&gt; and &lt;url&gt; aren&#8217;t. </p>

<p>The <strong>Date Construct</strong> specifies that any time you mention a date, it has to follow a very specific format. This avoids problems like confusing MM/DD/YYYY with the Euro-style DD/MM/YYYY. The rules, in this case, are to follow the delightful, whimsical guidance of &#8220;<a href="http://www.w3.org/TR/1998/NOTE-datetime-19980827" target="_blank">W3C.NOTE-datetime-19980827</a>&#8221;, and write your dates <i>just </i>like so: YYYY-MM-DDThh:mmTZD. </p>

<p>The <strong>Content Construct</strong> lays down the law on dealing with markup and other weird stuff. In short, it tells you to include only plain-text (no markup) inside Content tags, unless you explicitly define another registered media type. </p>

<p>The <strong>Link Construct</strong> explains how to format all those URLs and links in your feed. The big news here is the mandated inclusion of a &#8220;rel&#8221; and &#8220;type&#8221; <a href="http://intertwingly.net/wiki/pie/LinkTagMeaning" target="_blank">attribute for every link</a>. The &#8220;rel&#8221; attribute describes the type of relationship a link represents, while &#8220;type&#8221; indicates an advisory media type. </p>

<p>Alrighty then. Now that we all understand the Construct-ion of Atom, let&#8217;s take a closer look at the code sample above: </p>

<p><strong>&lt;title&gt;</strong> If your feed is a duplicate of a Web page, they should both share the same &lt;title&gt;. Simple, that. The &lt;title&gt; element is a Content Construct, so it&#8217;s presumed to be plain-text by default. </p>

<p><strong>&lt;modified&gt;</strong> A simple timestamp, indicating when your feed was last modified. it&#8217;s a Date Construct, so mind your M&#8217;s and Y&#8217;s. </p>

<p><strong>&lt;author&gt;</strong> This refers to the entity that is responsible for the feed as a whole &#151; be it a single person or corporation. Unsurprisingly, &lt;author&gt; is a &#8220;Person&#8221; construct, which is why you see the &lt;name&gt; tags nested in there, as child elements of &lt;author&gt;. </p>

<p>OK. The elements we&#8217;ve covered so far are roughly akin to the &lt;head&gt; of an HTML file. They&#8217;re the basic data that describes your feed as a whole. That information won&#8217;t change as your feed is updated. Now onto the &lt;entry&gt;s: the dynamic headlines, links, and content you&#8217;ll be syndicating. Every time you update your site and add new stories, new entries get added to the Atom feed. </p>

<p><strong>&lt;entry&gt;</strong> Each entry is wrapped with an &lt;entry&gt; tag.</p>

<p><strong>&lt;title&gt;</strong> When it&#8217;s inside an &lt;entry&gt;, the &lt;title&gt; is a Content Construct that conveys a title for that particular entry. One &lt;title&gt; mandatory for each entry.</p>

<p><strong>&lt;link&gt;</strong> At least one &lt;link&gt; element is also required for each entry. A &lt;link&gt; can represent a &#8220;permalink&#8221; for the entry itself, or it can refer to a site that you are commenting on within the entry. To clarify what kind of relationship a given &lt;link&gt; implies, use the required &#8220;rel&#8221; (relationship) <a href="http://intertwingly.net/wiki/pie/LinkTagMeaning" target="_blank">attribute</a>. For each entry, you must have at least one &lt;link&gt; with a &#8220;rel&#8221; attribute of &#8220;alternate&#8221;, as shown here. (The link with rel=&#8221;alternate&#8221; is your permalink.)</p>

<p><strong>&lt;issued&gt;</strong> indicates the time an entry was issued. It&#8217;s a Date Construct, of course.</p>

<p><strong>&lt;id&gt;</strong> elements convey a permanent, globally unique identifier for the entry (akin to the &#8220;guid&#8221; in RSS 2.0). The &lt;id&gt; element <i>should never change</i>, even if the entry is edited &#151; it&#8217;s purpose is to help newsreaders and other software understand that your entry isn&#8217;t suddenly &#8220;new&#8221; just because you&#8217;ve moved some punctuation around. A unique &lt;id&gt; is required for each &lt;entry&gt;.</p>

<p>Got that? Now close them tags out, and &#8230; congratulations, you&#8217;ve just built a bare-bones Atom feed! You are now ready for the final steps: validating and advertising your feed.</p>

<p><strong>Feed the World</strong></p>

<p>Now it&#8217;s time to validate your work against the universal <a href="http://feeds.archive.org/validator/">Feed Validator</a>. Of course, the Atom Syndication file you&#8217;ve created needs to be updated each and every time you add content to your site. To avoid the dull and error-prone task of updating Atom feed manually, most Web builders rely on automated tools to update their feeds. Content management systems like Blogger, MovableType, and TypePad all feature starter Atom templates and tools. And you can expect to see a slew of new freeware server-side scripts to process and create Atom feeds soon.</p>

<p>After uploading your Atom file to your server, you still need to inform people of its existence. When you create a new feed, running through these few steps will debut your feed in style.</p>

<ol>
<li><p>Advertise to Web surfers! Put an <img src="/images/atom.jpg" alt ="icon" /> button or text link on your page, linking to the feed file. Go ahead, right-click, Save as &#8230;</p></li>
<li><p>Advertise to the machines! Some newsreader / aggregator applications will identify your feed&#8217;s location if you put the following &#8220;<a href="http://diveintomark.org/rfc/draft-pilgrim-atom-autodiscovery-02.html" target="_blank">autodiscovery</a>&#8221; code in the &lt;head&gt; section of your homepage: <tt>  &lt;link rel=&quot;alternate&quot; type=&quot;application/atom+xml&quot; title=&quot;MySite&#8217;s Atom feed&quot; href=&#8221;http://www.YourSiteHere.com/xml/index.atom&#8221; /&gt;</tt></p></li>
<li><p>Get listed by the major feed directories! <a href="http://www.syndic8.com/" target="_blank">Syndic8.com</a> and News Is Free are two of the biggest collections of RSS and Atom feeds. Before announcing yourself to these sites, however, run a final test against the Atom feed validator. While Web browsers will render many poorly coded Web pages, Atom (and RSS) parsers can be less forgiving, and may require a well-formed XML file.</p></li>
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<p>There. That should be plenty enough to get you started. Note that this was just an introduction to Atom, which means we&#8217;ve covered only the basic required elements. For early adopters, there are plenty of additional, optional tags you can integrate into your feed to make it more robust. Good places to look for ways to bulk up your feed include <a href="http://www.atomenabled.org/" target="_blank">AtomEnabled.org</a>, the official <a href="http://www.mnot.net/drafts/draft-nottingham-atom-format-02.html" target="_blank">Atom Syndication Format specification</a>, <a href="http://xml.coverpages.org/ni2003-10-22-a.html" target="_blank">Cover Pages</a>, and the <a href="http://www.intertwingly.net/wiki/pie/FrontPage" target="_blank">Atom Wiki</a>. Good luck, have fun, and stay on target!</p>

<p><em>Thanks to Brent Simmons, Graham Parks, Jeff Barr, Sam Ruby, and Mark Pilgrim for pointers and clarifications when researching this article.</em></p>
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    <title>Metadata: FOAF, RDF and geourl</title>
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    <published>2003-08-17T13:37:01Z</published>
    <updated>2008-11-08T05:41:54Z</updated>

    <summary>This blog now seems to be officially shuttered for the summer. &#8216;Cause it&#8217;s sunny out. Elsewhere, though, there&#8217;s this: Metadata, Mark II, an overview of some nifty metadata technologies. Update, 2008: Webmonkey shuttered its doors not too long after this...</summary>
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        <![CDATA[<p>This blog now seems to be officially shuttered for the summer.  &#8216;Cause it&#8217;s sunny out. </p>

<p>Elsewhere, though, there&#8217;s this: Metadata, Mark II,  an overview of some nifty metadata technologies.</p>

<p><strong>Update, 2008:</strong>  Webmonkey shuttered its doors not too long after this article was published.  I&#8217;ve pasted the original text of the article below, for sentimentality&#8217;s sake &#8212; one of the last freelance writing bits I did while living in Rome&#8230;..
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<p><strong>Metadata, Mark II: FOAF, RDF, GeoURL, and SMBmeta</strong></p>

<p>Remember META tags?  Once upon a time, a finely crafted META keyword tag would get you the bourgeois treatment from search engines. You could specify exactly which search words should be associated with your site and, best of all, META tags were invisible to users, allowing webmasters a touch of the ol&#8217; &#8220;editorial liberty.&#8221;</p>

<p>Yeah.  <em>That</em> didn&#8217;t last. Almost instantly, META tags were abused and mis-used by pageview-hungry Web developers, who crammed all sorts of irrelevant and naughty keywords in their pages, trying to shunt the flow of Web traffic their way. And now today Google and other search engines essentially ignore META keyword tags.</p>

<p>(Of course, if you&#8217;re absolutely adamant that your page be promoted in response to specific search terms, Google, Yahoo, HotBot and the gang are happy to help, but with an improved targeted-placement technique far less attractive to spammers: It&#8217;s called Advertising, and it costs cash-money.)</p>

<p>End of story?  That&#8217;d be sad, indeed, because META keyword tags were a rather sweet idea, at least on paper: short, sensible descriptions of your site, tailored so that machines could quickly read and index it, and subsequently help people find it. </p>

<p>Well, META&#8217;s not dead. </p>

<p>In the pages that follow, I&#8217;ll be giving you a bird&#8217;s eye view of a few independent technologies, each aspiring to get useful <em>metadata</em> back into the Web.  Some are homegrown, some corporate, and some academic, but all of them let you enhance your site with useful information and improve the ways your site is associated with other sites.  Sound interesting?  Good, then here&#8217;s the game plan:</p>

<ol>
<li><p>We&#8217;ll start with an explanation of that <em>metadata</em> word (so we can finally quit italicizing it).</p></li>
<li><p>Next comes a tour of the platitudes and latitudes of GeoURL, a fun, on-your-site-in-just-ten-minutes META tag that pinpoints your webpage&#8217;s real-world location with GPS-style accuracy.</p></li>
<li><p>Then we&#8217;ll check out SMBmeta, a newly launched metadata framework designed to give small businesses their fair share of the Web limelight.  </p></li>
<li><p>We&#8217;ll finish up with a macro look at some of the &#8220;Semantic Web&#8221; standards favored by the W3C:  Dublin Core and RDF &#8212; and we&#8217;ll show them off a bit with FOAF (Friend of a Friend), an application which leverages both those high-minded efforts.</p></li>
</ol>

<p>OK then, let&#8217;s get started!</p>

<p><strong>Metadata Background</strong></p>

<p>A lot of smart people (like Tim Berners-Lee, who merely <em>invented</em> the Web) are still laboring to make the big dream behind the old &#8220;META keyword&#8221; come true.  That concept is Metadata, which, strictly speaking, means &#8220;data about data&#8221;, but in our context means &#8220;stuff describing your Web page as a whole&#8221;:  who wrote it, what it&#8217;s about, related concepts or categories, the date it was written or updated, the language it&#8217;s written in, who controls the copyright, physical locations it describes, if there&#8217;s a Table of Contents, etc., etc.</p>

<p>The point is, nobody necessarily wants to <em>see</em> all those details cluttering every single Web page. But if that data were invisible, machine-readable, and used to describe both the contents and <em>context</em> of Web pages, that would open a lot of possibilities, allowing Things of Great Niftiness to ensue.  The W3C calls this ambitious idea the &#8220;Semantic Web&#8221;:</p>

<blockquote>
  <p>&#8220;The Semantic Web will bring structure to the meaningful content of Web pages, creating an environment where software agents roaming from page to page can readily carry out sophisticated tasks for users.&#8221;
<a href="http://www.sciam.com/article.cfm?articleID=00048144-10D2-1C70-84A9809EC588EF21" target="_blank">Scientific American, May 2001</a></p>
</blockquote>

<p>So having a metadata-rich Web wouldn&#8217;t just improve our user experience as we search and surf the Web, but it would also augment the ability for &#8220;robots&#8221; or software agents to collect and process information on our behalf.  </p>

<p>When people talk about the &#8220;Semantic&#8221; Web adding <em>meaning</em> to the Web, it&#8217;s not really for you and me &#8212; you and I generally understand whatever we&#8217;re reading, and know which links we need to click to get certain tasks done &#8212; it&#8217;s about adding <em>meaning</em> that machines can process and navigate.</p>

<p>Whoooo!  Robots!  Software Agents! </p>

<p>Indeed.  Which brings us to this rather key caveat:  In this tutorial, we&#8217;ll be looking at a mishmash of different technologies that are not yet widely adopted, and may well never be.  (That includes the aforementioned Robot Agents.)  As of press time, <em>not a one</em> of these technologies will deliver the slightest boost to your Google PageRank or your listing on HotBot.  And there&#8217;s <a href="http://www.well.com/~doctorow/metacrap.htm" target="_blank">absolutely no guarantee</a> they will in the future.</p>

<p>Still, &#8216;tis better to lead than follow, and more fun to fiddle with emergent tech than to wait for the &#8220;critical masses&#8221; to show up and master it before you, right?</p>

<p>Let&#8217;s start, then, with a metadata application already adopted by thousands of webloggers, because it&#8217;s fun and entertaining but keeps its feet firmly anchored in the real world:  GeoURL.</p>
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        <![CDATA[<p><strong>Getting on the Map with GeoURL</strong></p>

<p>With just two lines of code, <a href="http://geourl.org/" target="_blank">GeoURL</a> maps documents in cyberspace to real-world locations.  Once you&#8217;ve added your site to GeoURL&#8217;s database, you can immediately see who else has registered Web pages in (or about) your neighborhood.</p>

<p>Here&#8217;s what the code looks like:  The first line contains your Latitude and Longitude, and the second line contains your site&#8217;s name. </p>

<blockquote>
  <p><tt>&lt;meta name=&#8221;geo.position&#8221; content=&#8221;41.8833; 12.500&#8221; /&gt;;</tt></p>

<p><tt>&lt;meta name=&#8221;DC.title&#8221; content=&#8221;Professor Falken&#8217;s weblog&#8221; /&gt;</tt></p>
</blockquote>

<p>(here&#8217;s a fill-in-the-blanks example:)</p>

<blockquote>
  <p><tt>&lt;meta name=&#8221;geo.position&#8221; content=&#8221;xx.xxxx; yy.yyyy&#8221; /&gt;</tt></p>

<p><tt>&lt;meta name=&#8221;DC.title&#8221; content=&#8221;your site&#8217;s name here&#8221; /&gt;</tt></p>
</blockquote>

<p>In old <a href="http://www.catb.org/~esr/jargon/html/I/ICBM-address.html" target="_blank">hacker lingo</a>, these coordinates are called an &#8220;ICBM Address.&#8221;  (Like, Inter-Continental Ballistic Missile.)  The Cold War humor might now be passé, but you may still might want to use discretion here: If you aren&#8217;t comfortable publishing your street address to the Web, you can use broader coordinates here, like those corresponding to your postal ZIP, City Hall, etc.</p>

<p>So, where do you get these coordinates, anyways?  Your own latitude and longitude can be grabbed from a GPS device, but otherwise, free Web services make it an easy lookup.  For sites in the U.S., <a href="http://geourl.org/geocoder/" target="_blank">GeoURL&#8217;s Geocoder</a> page is the easiest method; it quickly converts street addresses into regional coordinates.  (Nifty, no?  A crafty search spider which sniffed out postal addresses in web pages and indexed them by location with this technique <a href="http://www.google.ms/programming-contest/winner.html" target="_blank">won</a> Google&#8217;s 2002 Programming Contest.)</p>

<p>For those outside the U.S., handy lookup services include the <a href="http://www.getty.edu/research/tools/vocabulary/tgn/ ">Getty Thesaurus of Geographic Names</a>, <a href="http://www.nima.mil/gns/html/ ">GeoNET</a>, and <a href="http://www.multimap.com/ ">MultiMap</a>, though you&#8217;ll need to jump through a few additional hoops.  Additional <a href="http://geourl.org/resources.html" target="_blank">lookup resources</a> are available here, along with <a href="http://geourl.org/add.html" target="_blank">GeoURLs own documentation</a>.</p>

<p>When you&#8217;ve figured out your coordinates, edit the Latitude, Longitude, and Your-Site-Name portions of the GeoURL tags, then drop them into the  of your document.  You&#8217;ll now need to <a href="http://geourl.org/ping/" target="_blank">request</a> for the GeoURL crawler to visit your site, and in a few minutes, you&#8217;re listed &amp;#!51; a twinkling blue pinpoint on their global map of sites!</p>

<p>Now, I chose GeoURL as our first example because it&#8217;s not only fun (been poking around your neighbors&#8217; sites already?) and a fast setup, but because it nicely exemplifies how a &#8220;controlled vocabulary&#8221; makes these locations machine-understandable and easier to search for in a database.  In this case, the &#8220;controlled vocabulary&#8221; is the numerical latitude and longitude coordinates of the ICBM address.</p>

<p>After all, while you might advertise your store&#8217;s address like this for newspaper readers:</p>

<blockquote>
  <p>&#8220;we&#8217;re two doors down from Starbucks, over by the mall.&#8221;&#8221;</p>
</blockquote>

<p>But a machine isn&#8217;t going to understand this:</p>

<blockquote>
  <p><tt>&lt;meta name=&#8221;geo.position&#8221; content=&#8221; we&#8217;re two doors down from Starbucks, over by the mall.&#8221;  /&gt;</tt></p>
</blockquote>

<p>I know what you&#8217;re thinking: Most folks don&#8217;t search for, say, local restaurants by keying in latitudes and longitudes. And that&#8217;s why controlled vocabs often include a thesaurus that maps equivalent relationships to one another &#8212; for instance, a list of City Names and GPS coordinates.  Ideally, producers like you and I take care of machine-readable data, while search engines would build the thesauri.</p>

<p>There&#8217;s one more educational nugget in the GeoURL example: That &#8220;DC.title&#8221; name used to identify your site&#8217;s name.  &#8220;DC.title&#8221; isn&#8217;t an arbitrary term, it&#8217;s a smart use of  the &#8220;Dublin Core&#8221; vocabulary, which we&#8217;ll cover in detail later.</p>

<p>While Dublin Core simmers on the backburner, let&#8217;s take a gander at SMBmeta.</p>

<p><strong>Getting Busy with SMBmeta</strong></p>

<p><a href="http://www.trellixtech.com/aboutsmbinitiative.html" target="_blank">SMBmeta</a> knows its clientele: (S)mall and (M)edium-sized (B)usinesses.  These entrepreneurial enterprises &#8212; like florists and lumberyards, candy stores and dentists &#8212; are the powerhouse of the U.S. economy.  On their own, however, these local shops can&#8217;t afford an in-house Web team, or compete with Fortune-500-style advertising budgets.  For many of them, simply being found on the Web is a challenge.</p>

<p>SMBmeta helps them by providing a &#8220;virtual Rolodex card&#8221; of sorts &#8212; a limited set of data fields, which when used like a fill-in-the-blanks template, can describe any business.  The data fields cover all the small-biz essentials: name, description, address, parking, store hours, etc.  To make sure it&#8217;s all easily machine-readable (and easier to search against), SMBmeta information is stored as XML, in which the tag attributes come from a controlled vocabulary but you can freely add your own descriptive content.  Check out this code sample (lifted and condensed from SMBmeta&#8217;s docs), especially the line we bolded:</p>

<blockquote>
  <p>&lt;?xml version=&#8221;1.0&#8221; encoding=&#8221;UTF-8&#8221;?&gt;<br />
&lt;smbmeta version=&#8221;0.9&#8221; xmlns=&#8221;http://www.smbmeta.org/namespace/v0.9&#8221;&gt;<br />
&lt;business domain=&#8221;concordeggplant.com&#8221;&gt; <br />
&lt;name&gt;Concord  Eggplant Restaurant&lt;/name&gt; <br />
&lt;description&gt;Innovative vegetarian food for young and old.&lt;/description&gt; <br />
&lt;type naics=&#8221;722110&#8221;&gt;Vegetarian restaurant&lt;/type&gt; <br />
&lt;websiteDomain&gt;www.concordeggplant.com&lt;/websiteDomain&gt; <br />
&lt;location country=&#8221;us&#8221;  postalCode=&#8221;01742&#8221;&gt; <br />
&lt;address href=&#8221;http://www.concordeggplant.com/directions.html&#8221;&gt;300 Baker Avenue&lt;/address&gt; <br />
&lt;languageSpoken  language=&#8221;en-us&#8221;&gt;English&lt;/languageSpoken&gt; <br />
&lt;hours day=&#8221;all&#8221; open=&#8221;1130&#8221; close=&#8221;2130&#8221; timezone=&#8221;local&#8221; /&gt; <br />
&lt;parking type=&#8221;on-street&#8221;&gt;Lots of metered on-street parking&lt;/parking&gt; <br />
**&lt;publicTransportation type=&#8221;train&#8221; blocksAway=&#8221;3&#8221;&gt;Five minute walk from the commuter rail&lt;/publicTransportation&gt; <br />
&lt;/location&gt; <br />
&lt;/business&gt; <br /></p>
</blockquote>

<p>The &lt;publicTransportation&gt; element showcases a nice balance between natural-language descriptions and a controlled vocabulary of tag attributes.  With transportation types strictly limited to a fixed selection of <em>bus, train, subway, trolley, cable-car,</em> or <em>other</em>, and the blocksAway attribute limited to integer numbers, this data can easily be parsed, indexed, and searched against.  (It&#8217;s also immune from poetic hyperbole.)  The machine-friendly info is supplemented by the element&#8217;s contents, &#8220;Five minute walk from the commuter rail,&#8221; a bit of information tailored for the human reader.</p>

<p>Having seen some code, you might wonder what&#8217;s particularly novel, here.  After all, SMBmeta&#8217;s XML structure is rudimentary, simple enough to be read (and hand-edited) by humans.  The rather meager collection of tags, with names like &lt;Location&gt; and &lt;LanguageSpoken&gt; can be understood at face value.  Furthermore, you don&#8217;t need to register your SMBmeta file with any Web service or registry &#8212; just upload it to your domain.  For brand-new technology (SMBmeta was launched in 2003) this looks like code five years outta fashion. There&#8217;s no complicated RDF syntax, no small-biz ontology, no Dublin Core vocab &#8212; almost no fancy footwork at all.</p>

<p>And that&#8217;s <em>exactly</em> the point.</p>

<p>SMBmeta&#8217;s creator, Dan Bricklin, hasn&#8217;t been shy about citing the <a href="/webmonkey/03/17/index3a.html" target="_blank">RSS</a> (Really Simple Syndication) format as an inspiration; he&#8217;s hoping a similar grassroots, bottom-up adoption of SMBmeta will lend critical mass to the format.  We Webmonkeys may be in the tutorial business, but we&#8217;ll readily admit that &#8220;View Source&#8221; can be the most edifying tutorial of all; SMBmeta knows this, too, and is engineered so that middling HTML hackers can cut, paste, and tweak our way into this technology without any tools other than a text editor and the (mercifully short) spec sheet.</p>

<p>But even though SMBmeta emulates Fisher-Price&#8217;s focus on user-friendly design, it&#8217;s not entirely painless to implement, and purposely so. Recalling the ignominious fate suffered by the &#8220;META keyword&#8221; tag at the hands of spammers, SMBmeta developers tossed a tiny hurdle into the setup process: the SMBmeta XML file must live at the very top (root) level of the domain, and you&#8217;re allowed just one SMBmeta file per domain.  This restriction discourages spammers from flooding or shotgunning the system, since registering a multitude of domain names costs a fair chunk of change.  There&#8217;s other spam-proofing features built into the foundations of SMBmeta, like pointers to third-party &#8220;affirmation&#8221; authorities, who certify that your descriptions match your website and real-world offerings, and who blacklist offending entries (and their entire domains, for that matter).  If the cat-and-mouse arms race between spammers and searchers intrigues you, <a href="http://www.trellixtech.com/smbmetaandspam.html" target="_blank">this essay</a> outlines the anti-spam groundwork performed by the SMBmeta folks.</p>

<p>Obviously, SMBmeta is a well-thought-out format, and one that addresses a real need in the Small Biz community.  It&#8217;s new, though, so it&#8217;s still too early to know if it will succeed.  SMBmeta faces the same chicken-and-egg conundrum as most other metadata efforts: It&#8217;s unlikely to gain search-engine support before it&#8217;s widely adopted, but unlikely to be widely-adopted before it gains search-engine support.</p>

<p>But c&#8217;mon, why not take the leap and build a file for your business?  (When it does take off, you&#8217;ll be leading the pack.)  Instead of a tag-by-tag tutorial to get you started, we&#8217;ll point you at <a href="http://www.smbmeta.org/tools.html" target="_blank">SMBmeta.org&#8217;s Web-based form</a>, which will spit out skeletal SMBmeta file for you in just a few minutes.  Using the spec, you can quickly add any accoutrements and double-check your work.  Then, after uploading your file to your own domain, we&#8217;d suggest you register your site with <a href="http://overall.com/" target="_blank">Overall.com</a>, a fledgling SMBmeta directory and search engine.</p>

<p>Now, on to Dublin Core, the super-flexible, way-modular, librarian-friendly metadata vocabulary that only <em>sounds</em> like an Irish heavy metal band.</p>

<p><strong>Dublin Core Curriculum</strong></p>

<p>Back in 1995, a motley crew of 100-odd software engineers, librarians, and Web architects held a workshop in Dublin, Ohio, to tackle a familiar problem: the difficulty of finding stuff on the Web.  (And this was back when the web contained a cute half-a-million documents, today it&#8217;s in the billions.)</p>

<p>The result of the brainstorming session was a <a href="http://dublincore.org/documents/2003/03/04/dcmi-terms/H2" target="_blank">core set of 15 metadata elements</a>, designed to describe any resource (like Web pages, images, music) available via the Web or other networks. The collection was dubbed &#8220;The Dublin Core.&#8221;  These are the elements:</p>

<ol>
<li><p>Title &#8212; A name given to the resource.</p></li>
<li><p>Creator &#8212; Who/what is primarily responsible for making the content.</p></li>
<li><p>Subject &#8212;  The topic of the content.</p></li>
<li><p>Description &#8212;  Gives an account of the resource&#8217;s content.</p></li>
<li><p>Publisher &#8212; entity responsible for making the resource available.</p></li>
<li><p>Date &#8212; Typically, the creation or availability date.</p></li>
<li><p>Language &#8212; The language.</p></li>
<li><p>Contributor &#8212; An entity that&#8217;s made contributions to the content.</p></li>
<li><p>Source &#8212; A reference to a resource from which the present resource is derived.</p></li>
<li><p>Format &#8212; The physical or digital manifestation of the resource.</p></li>
<li><p>Type &#8212; The nature or genre of the content.</p></li>
<li><p>Resource identifier &#8212; An unambiguous reference to the resource, like a URL, URI, or ISSN#.</p></li>
<li><p>Relation &#8212; A reference to a related resource.</p></li>
<li><p>Coverage &#8212; The extent or scope of the content (e.g., a place or time).</p></li>
<li><p>Rights management &#8212; Information on Intellectual Property Rights, Copyright, etc.</p></li>
</ol>

<p>You can see bibliographic influences in this vocabulary, but it&#8217;s still simpler than the heavyweight record-keeping languages used by professional catalogers for libraries and museums.  With an eye towards flexibility and ease-of-use, Dublin Core allows everything to be optional &#8212; you can use as few or as many of the elements as you wish.  Additionally, the Dublin Core team avoided wasting time talking about syntax and other implementation details, at least at first.  (Encoding Dublin Core information in HTML META tags is now <a href="http://www.ietf.org/rfc/rfc2731.txt" target="_blank">detailed here</a>, though this more modern <a href="http://www.ukoln.ac.uk/metadata/dcmi/dcq-html/" target="_blank">working draft</a> may now be a better guide.)  In short, tags look like this:</p>

<blockquote>
  <p><tt>&lt;meta name=&#8221;dc:element&#8221; content=&#8221;Value&#8221; /&gt;</tt></p>
</blockquote>

<p>As in:</p>

<blockquote>
  <p><tt>&lt;meta name=&#8221;dc:title&#8221; content=&#8221;Webmonkey&#8221; /&gt;</tt></p>

<p><tt>&lt;meta name=&#8221;dc:date&#8221; content=&#8221;2003-06-20&#8221; /&gt;</tt></p>
</blockquote>

<p>Fast-forward to 2003, and Dublin Core hasn&#8217;t impacted the life of the average websurfer much.  Mainstream search engines don&#8217;t give much weight to DC META tags, nor did commercial sites or homepages ever really bother to include Dublin Core markup in their pages.  Despite their ignorance of &#8220;resource description languages&#8221; (or, arguably, because of it) brute-force, free-text search applications like Google reign unthreatened as the kings of Web research.  It&#8217;s tempting, therefore, to write off the Dublin Core effort.</p>

<p>Of course, it&#8217;s also tempting to write off Carrot Top as a comedian.  Yet between 1-800-CALL-ATT commercials and Hollywood Squares spots, it&#8217;s <a href="http://slate.msn.com/id/2082430/" target="_blank">evident</a> that the foul humorist&#8217;s career doth liveth still, finding new life on radio and TV airwaves.  And so it is with Dublin Core.</p>

<p>See, Dublin Core elements have a surprising habit of making cameo appearances in other metadata frameworks.  In fact, it&#8217;s in this other context that you&#8217;re most likely to find tell-tale terms like &#8220;DC.title&#8221; and &#8220;DC.subject&#8221; today.  Dublin Core elements are regularly used as building blocks within richer and more specific metadata frameworks.  This way, even if a spider doesn&#8217;t understand the entirety of a metadata language, it can still recognize the lowest-common-denominator DC objects, making the Dublin Core a sort of <em>lingua franca</em> among different metadata languages.  Big organizations (like university library systems) especially rely on Dublin Core to enable searching across heterogeneous databases.</p>

<p>And you?  Remember that code needed to get listed in GeoURL?</p>

<p><tt>&lt;meta name=&#8221;geo.position&#8221; content=&#8221;41.8833; 12.500&#8221; /&gt; </tt></p>

<p><tt>&lt;meta name=&#8221;DC.title&#8221; content=&#8221;Professor Falken&#8217;s weblog&#8221; /&gt;</tt></p>

<p>That first line is specific to GeoURL&#8217;s crawler, but the second line is a generic expression of the Dublin Core &#8220;Title&#8221; element.  By adding GeoURL code to your page, you&#8217;ve also made it possible for any Dublin-Core-savvy spider or agent to identify  the title of your work.  (It also makes it easier for human programmers to recognize the meaning of that metada, even if they don&#8217;t fully understand the description model being used.)</p>

<p>So what other sorts of metadata frameworks are there?  Let&#8217;s take a look at the big one, a general-use framework intended to describe anything and everything on the Web, RDF.</p>

<p><strong>Resource Description Framework</strong>
<a href="http://www.w3.org/RDF/" target="_blank">RDF</a> stands for &#8220;Resource Description Framework,&#8221; and like other metadata we&#8217;ve examined so far, it&#8217;s just another way of describing resources on the Web.  RDF, however, is an official initiative of the W3C, the same folks who wrote the specifications for HTML, XML, and CSS.  (<em>Nobody</em> breeds prize-winning acronyms like the W3C.)</p>

<p>Apart from its esteemed pedigree, RDF is remarkable for its large scope: It was designed to be a super-encompassing framework providing interoperability between different types of metadata.  RDF can describe a single Web page, but also inter-relationships between a page and other resources on the Web.  Likewise, RDF-crawling applications can do more than just parse one page&#8217;s worth of metadata &#8212; they can independently follow links to other metadata resources, placing things within a larger context.  Even if an RDF agent wasn&#8217;t originally designed to handle the kind of metadata on your page, it may be able to automatically &#8220;learn&#8221; enough to process it meaningfully anyhow.</p>

<p>RDF has a rep for being academic and hard to understand.  In truth, advanced RDF gets almost philosophically abstract, not to mention technically tricky.  But the basics aren&#8217;t bad at all.</p>

<p>At heart, RDF is just a list of sentence-like assertions, or &#8220;Statements.&#8221;  Like this here:</p>

<p><tt>   (This article)   (is authored by)    (Jason Cook)</tt></p>

<p><tt> (subject)        (predicate)         (object)</tt></p>

<p>Happily, that&#8217;s as complicated as any single RDF statement gets.  Every statement <em>must</em> follow that simple, three-part structure of Subject, Predicate, and Object; because of this, RDF statements are often referred to as &#8220;triples.&#8221;  Witty, neh?   </p>

<p>You&#8217;ll notice that statements always describe the relationship (the predicate) between the subject and object, like in this triplet o&#8217; triples: </p>

<blockquote>
  <p><tt>       (This article)   (is authored by)  (Jason Cook) </tt>  </p>

<p><tt>       (Jason Cook)     (has email)       (jason@jasoncook.com) </tt></p>

<p><tt>       (Jason Cook)     (has homepage)    (www.jasoncook.com) </tt></p>
</blockquote>

<p>On a cocktail napkin, we&#8217;d graph those relationships out like so:</p>

<p><span class="mt-enclosure mt-enclosure-image" style="display: inline;"><img alt="rdf_predicate_diagram.jpg" src="http://www.jasoncook.com/postimages/rdf_predicate_diagram.jpg" width="500" height="344" class="mt-image-none" style="" /></span></p>

<p>Well, turns out my sketch above isn&#8217;t only cute-as-a-button, but it actually represents a directed graph, a type of mathematical model that&#8217;s easily traversed by computer algorithms, and which scales well to millions of nodes.  That&#8217;s good news for agents like search-and-retrieval spiders.</p>

<p>Apart from illustrating the flow of direction from Subject to Object, you&#8217;ll notice that every arrow in my sketch is also attatched to a URL.  That&#8217;s important.  In fact, it&#8217;s downright key.  Because while you and I already have a shared notion of what the &#8220;Is Authored By&#8221; relationship implies, a computer doesn&#8217;t.</p>

<p>Having a URI associated with each arrow (each predicate) allows software agents to follow links when they need more information about the properties of a relationship.  For example, you could provide guidelines saying, &#8220;watch out, neither &#8216;January 23rd, 1971&#8217; nor &#8216;Sinatra_MyWay.MP3&#8217; is a plausible Author&#8221;.  </p>

<p>One common way of doing this is by putting a &#8216;schema&#8217;, in the form of a XML namespace document, at the URI.  Obviously, a schema can&#8217;t give sci-fi-type Artificial Intelligence to any crawler that visits it, but it can list useful rules like &#8220;Authors sometimes have email addresses&#8221; to aid data-gathering. </p>

<p>Thankfully, you don&#8217;t have to code all this by yourself! A big benefit of using URI-based schemas is that you can piggyback off of previous work on the web, and refer to terms already defined by others.  For instance, if you include concepts like &#8216;Author&#8217; and &#8216;Title&#8217; in your metadata, might as well link to a common schema like Dublin Core to define those terms for you. </p>

<p>Another benefit of tacking URIs onto every relationship expressed within an RDF file is that it eases those awkward moments when people insist on using different vocabularies to describe the same stuff.  </p>

<p>Let&#8217;s say my metadata uses: </p>

<p><tt>( ThisArticle )( isAuthoredBy )( Jason )</tt> &#8230; while most folks prefer &#8230; <tt>( ThisArticle )( DC:Creator )( Jason )</tt>  With RDF, I can append machine-readable instructions to the <tt>(isAuthoredBy)</tt> URI which explains, &#8220;<tt>(isAuthoredBy)</tt> is equivalent to <tt>(DC:Creator)</tt>&#8221;.  Theoretically, that&#8217;s enough for a clever Dublin-Core-aware agent to translate and processs my metadata.</p>

<p>Before we get too abstract, let&#8217;s see some code.  Here&#8217;s our sketch example, in RDF-XML syntax:</p>

<p>(1)&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&lt;rdf:RDF
<br />(2)&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;xmlns:rdf=&quot;http://www.w3.org/1999/02/22-rdf-syntax-ns#&quot;
<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;xmlns:dc=&quot;http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/&quot;
<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;xmlns:foaf=&quot;http://xmlns.com/foaf/0.1/&quot;&gt;
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<br />(3)&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&lt;rdf:Description&nbsp;about=&quot;http://webmonkey.com/thisarticle&quot;&gt;
<br />(4)&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&lt;dc:title&gt;Metadata&nbsp;Redux&lt;/dc:title&gt;
<br />(5)&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&lt;dc:creator&nbsp;rdf:resource=&quot;#Jason&quot;&nbsp;/&gt;
<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&lt;/rdf:Description&gt;
<br />
<br />(6)&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&lt;foaf:Person&nbsp;rdf:ID=&quot;Jason&quot;&gt;
<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&lt;foaf:name&gt;Jason&nbsp;Cook&lt;/foaf:name&gt;
<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&lt;foaf:homepage&nbsp;rdf:resource=&quot;http://www.jasoncook.com/&quot;/&gt;
<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&lt;/foaf:Person&gt;
<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&lt;/rdf:RDF&gt;</p>

<p>Here&#8217;s a play-by-play commentary of what&#8217;s going on in the code above:</p>

<ol>
<li><p>Get the party started with the opening &lt;rdf:RDF&gt; tag.</p></li>
<li><p>Inside the opening tag, we list URIs for three schemas used in this document.  The first, the RDF schema, is always required.  The second is the Dublin Core vocabulary, ideal for describing publications.  The third is the Friend Of A Friend vocabulary, a set of terms that describe people.</p></li>
<li><p>We start describing our resource with URI (Webmonkey/thisarticle)  i.e., this article.</p></li>
<li><p>We say the resource has a title, &#8220;Metadata Redux.&#8221;  Recall that big to-do about needing a URI associated with every relationship?  By using the &lt;DC.title&gt; tag, not native to RDF, but added via the Dublin Core namespace, we&#8217;ve implicitly named the Dublin Core schema as the URI containing details of what the &#8220;DC.title&#8221; relationship means.</p></li>
<li><p>Ditto with DC:creator, though instead of giving a value, we reference a more detailed description (&#8216;#Jason&#8217;) a few lines down.</p></li>
<li><p>Using the FOAF vocabulary, we describe the resource &#8220;Jason,&#8221; identifying it as a Person, and then give him an Email and Homepage.  Again, the semantics of all these relationships are in the FOAF schema listed up top.</p></li>
</ol>

<p>By the way, a nice thing about coding RDF&#8217;s relational model is that it doesn&#8217;t much matter what order stuff gets listed in &#8212; it&#8217;s the (metaphorical) bubbles, boxes, and arrows of relationships that counts.</p>

<p>Phew!  If that seemed intimidating, know this:  RDF-XML code has a reputation for looking <a href="http://www.tbray.org/ongoing/When/200x/2003/05/21/RDFNet">gnarly</a>.  Some RDF proponents argue that end-users shouldn&#8217;t worry about code or syntax, because one day, RDF will be hidden into tools like Dreamweaver, Word, or <a href="http://movabletype.org/">MovableType</a>.  That&#8217;s a debatable defense, but we can already point you to one such no-brainer tool that paints your biographical portrait in RDF, using Friend Of A Friend vocabulary.  It&#8217;s kinda fun, and you won&#8217;t need to type a line of code, promise.</p>

<p><a href="http://www.foaf-project.org/">Friend Of A Friend</a> does for humans what SMBmeta does for small businesses:  It provides a metadata vocabulary that&#8217;s excellent for describing a specific thing &#8212; in this case, People.</p>

<p>Another benefit of FOAF is that it&#8217;s an application of RDF.  Leveraging RDF&#8217;s proclivity for expressing relationships, FOAF links your profile in with that of your coworkers, your friends, and other on-line communities.  (And, yes, this technology can be utilized to share <a href="http://xml.mfd-consult.dk/foaf/explorer/?foaf=http://dannyayers.com/misc/foaf/sassi.rdf" target="_blank">pictures of cats</a>.)</p>

<p>Like we said earlier, you don&#8217;t need to code anything to build a basic FOAF file.  A quick visit to the <a href="http://www.ldodds.com/foaf/foaf-a-matic.html" target="_blank">FOAF-A-Matic</a> website can generate one for you, Jetsons-style.  After that, just upload it to your website, optionally adding a <a href="http://groups.yahoo.com/group/rdfweb-dev/message/190" target="_blank">self-discovery link</a> in your site&#8217;s &lt;head&gt;.  Browsers like <a href="http://xml.mfd-consult.dk/foaf/explorer/" target="_blank">FOAF Explorer</a> and <a href="http://foafnaut.org/" target="_blank">FOAFnaut</a> will help you visualize and hop around the FOAF universe, and they&#8217;re handy for validating your code, too.</p>

<p>&#8216;Course, the terminally-curious among you (anybody still sticking around) probably won&#8217;t be satisfied without knowing a smidgeon more about <a href="http://www.rdfweb.org/">what you can do</a> with FOAF.  For starters, you can slather on as much metadata from other vocabularies as you wish.</p>

<p>For instance, here&#8217;s a FOAFy file which talks about somebody&#8217;s location, but in two different ways:  First, it uses a property from the FOAF vocabulary called &#8216;based_near&#8217;, which itself uses part of a geographic vocabulary called &#8216;geo&#8217;. Second, it tacks on &#8216;NearestAirport&#8217; data from a completely different vocabulary called &#8216;contact&#8217;, which in turn relies on a more-specific &#8216;Airport&#8217; vocabulary.  (I point to the <em>xmlns:geo</em>, <em>xmlns:contact</em>, and <em>xmlns:airport</em>  namespaces up top, so that RDF crawlers can  understand what I&#8217;m talking about when I specify lattitudinal geographic coordinates, or the three-character Airport codes.) </p>

<p>&lt;rdf:RDF
<br />xmlns:rdf=&quot;http://www.w3.org/1999/02/22-rdf-syntax-ns#&quot;
<br />xmlns:rdfs=&quot;http://www.w3.org/2000/01/rdf-schema#&quot;
<br />xmlns:foaf=&quot;http://xmlns.com/foaf/0.1/&quot;&nbsp;
<br />xmlns:geo=&quot;http://www.perceive.net/schemas/geo&quot;
<br />xmlns:contact=&quot;http://www.w3.org/2000/10/swap/pim/contact#&quot;
<br />xmlns:airport=&quot;http://www.daml.org/2001/10/html/airport-ont#&quot;&nbsp;&gt;
<br />
<br />&lt;foaf:Person&gt;
<br />
<br />  &lt;foaf:name&gt;Samuel&nbsp;Clemens&lt;/foaf:name&gt;
<br />  &lt;foaf:nick&gt;Mark&nbsp;Twain&lt;/foaf:nick&gt;
<br />  &lt;foaf:mbox<em>sha1sum&gt;f95df4fb8e8076173d9754954067df798ab03551&lt;/foaf:mbox</em>sha1sum&gt;
<br />
<br />  &lt;foaf:based<em>near&gt;
<br />      &lt;geo:Point&nbsp;geo:lat=&quot;41.8833&quot;&nbsp;geo:long=&quot;12.5&quot;/&gt;&nbsp;
<br />  &lt;/foaf:based</em>near&gt;&nbsp;
<br />
<br />  &lt;contact:nearestAirport&gt;
<br />      &lt;airport:icaoCode&gt;LIRF&lt;/airport:icaoCode&gt;
<br />      &lt;airport:iataCode&gt;FCO&lt;/airport:iataCode&gt;&nbsp;
<br />  &lt;/contact:nearestAirport&gt;&nbsp;
<br />
<br />
<br />&lt;/foaf:Person&gt;
<br />&lt;/rdf:RDF&gt;</p>

<p>RDF&#8217;s core extensibility adds a touch of free-market flair: As new schemas and vocabularies become popular, they can be easily added to your FOAF without breaking the file.</p>

<p>But really, what&#8217;s the point of all this?  Is this not just the mortal sin of vanity, marked up in XML?  </p>

<p>Tough call. At the moment, FOAF suffers the same Adoption vs. Support catch-22 that hampers most new technologies.  (And most new technologies bite the dust.)  Like the early hypertext Web, however, a community of individuals is convinced there&#8217;s something intrinsically nifty about this technology, and they&#8217;re determinedly tinkering away on it, releasing homespun apps like FOAFexplorer, <a href="http://eikeon.com/foaf/" target="_blank">FOAF: web view</a>, <a href="http://usefulinc.com/foaf/foafbot" target="_blank">FOAFbot</a>, and others.
Some have proposed &#8220;Web of trust,&#8221; community profiling, and anti-spam applications for FOAF, but these are, by and large, still experimental.</p>

<p>As is the Semantic Web itself.</p>

<p>We&#8217;d suggest you <a href="http://www.well.com/~doctorow/foaf.rdf" target="_blank">hedge</a> your <a href="http://www.well.com/~doctorow/metacrap.htm" target="blank">bets</a>, watch this space, and in the meanwhiles, have fun building!</p>

<p><em>Originally published on Webmonkey.com, August 2003.  Page updated Sept. 2008.</em></p>
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    <title>Ciao</title>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.jasoncook.com/2003/06/ciao-roma.html" />
    <id>tag:www.jasoncook.com,2003:/beta//1.119</id>

    <published>2003-06-28T15:00:00Z</published>
    <updated>2008-11-08T05:41:58Z</updated>

    <summary>&#8230;and so it&#8217;s a 5am cab ride to Fiumicino, her eyes closed and dreaming to the taxi dispatcher&#8217;s lullaby, who is calling over and over for cinque cinque and quaranta sei, with promises of prenotazione and passegieri, until you&#8217;re suddenly...</summary>
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        <![CDATA[<p>&#8230;and so it&#8217;s a 5am cab ride to Fiumicino, her eyes closed and dreaming to the taxi dispatcher&#8217;s lullaby, who is calling over and over for <em>cinque cinque</em> and <em>quaranta sei</em>, with promises of <em>prenotazione</em> and <em>passegieri</em>, until you&#8217;re suddenly both awake and there already, hurriedly hauling this thrown-together luggage set, a total of just 3 bags, but in sum nearly a year, and almost a home.</p>

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<entry>
    <title>Recent heat</title>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.jasoncook.com/2003/06/recent-heat.html" />
    <id>tag:www.jasoncook.com,2003://1.118</id>

    <published>2003-06-14T17:04:45Z</published>
    <updated>2008-11-08T05:42:08Z</updated>

    <summary>The heat, as singer/songwriter Glenn Frey once poignantly observed, is on. Day after day now of inhospitably high temperatures, 30s C and 90&#8217;s F, but it&#8217;s the whallop (that&#8217;s, like, a big dollop?) of humidity, stickily slathered across the city,...</summary>
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        <![CDATA[<p>The heat, as singer/songwriter Glenn Frey once poignantly observed, is <em>on</em>.  Day after day now of inhospitably high temperatures, 30s C and 90&#8217;s F, but it&#8217;s the whallop (that&#8217;s, like, a big dollop?) of humidity, stickily slathered across the city, that&#8217;s making things unbearable.  </p>

<p>Our squat little pinguino still loyally conditions the air in our apartment, but in a tactful and rather non-confrontational manner (penguin-ish, to a T). It steers very well clear of the gruff, freon-oozin&#8217; and temperature-stompin&#8217; attitude that is the more vulgar custom of California&#8217;s air-con culture.  No, Mr. Pinguino does not seem to cool the air <em>at all</em>, in fact, but instead hums and gurgles in a way that suggests an air conditioner is present, and therefore, ostensibly cooling things.  </p>

<p>So, neat, it&#8217;s like a psycho-somatic or sub-conscious air conditioner.  Or maybe it&#8217;s just busted.</p>
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<entry>
    <title>Mitsukoshi and M.A.S., Rome</title>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.jasoncook.com/2003/05/mitsukoshi-mas-allo-statuto-roma.html" />
    <id>tag:www.jasoncook.com,2003:/beta//1.117</id>

    <published>2003-05-30T21:51:00Z</published>
    <updated>2008-11-08T05:42:20Z</updated>

    <summary>One of the stranger shopping experiences Rome offers is a visit to Mitsukoshi Roma, the &#8216;local&#8217; branch of the upscale Japanese department store. Mitsukoshi is a cultural frontier outpost the likes of which i&#8217;ve never before seen: a full, multi-level...</summary>
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        <![CDATA[<p>One of the stranger shopping experiences Rome offers is a visit to <a href="http://www.mitsukoshi.co.jp/">Mitsukoshi</a> Roma, the &#8216;local&#8217; branch of the upscale Japanese department store.</p>

<p>Mitsukoshi is a cultural frontier outpost the likes of which i&#8217;ve never before seen: a full, multi-level department store catering solely to Japanese tourists. Every price is in Yen, every product listed in kanji, and every floor swarming with impeccably-uniformed Japanese salespeople.</p>

<p>The big kicker is that they don&#8217;t sell anything Japanese, nope, nothing so fun. Vended instead is a dull and clichéd <em>assortiment</em> of &#8216;Italian&#8217; goods. (Think heavily-branded Gucci, Prada, Armani, and Diesel items, plus little gift-sized packs of olive oil.) The entire store, you see, is designed for package-tour tourists needing to snap up souvenir goods and gifts, but unwilling or unable to navigate the shopping experience in Rome proper.</p>

<p>The most delightfully bizarre aspect of Mitsukoshi is the purgatorial waiting room in the basement, near the bus garage, I suspect. It&#8217;s been done up in a sort of Mediterranean-meets-Sanrio motif, with a large and colorful paper-mache apple tree in the center, featuring a built-in bench seating a dozen bored-looking husbands, each one quietly chain-smoking while a Muzak&#8217;ed rendition of &#8216;Tico Tico&#8217; plays in the background.</p>

<p>A slightly less surreal shopping experience awaits you at M.A.S. (<em>Mas Allo Statuto</em>), not a kilometer away from Mitsukoshi. No, the average &#8216;Romano Romano&#8217; doesn&#8217;t hang out here much, either, but the budget-conscious (esp. Rome&#8217;s immigrant population) do. An unsavory amalgam of Price Club, Pic-N-Save, and a Goodwill shop, the massive M.A.S. hawks things like surplus army blankets, cheap Chinese cutlery, and amazingly unfashionable footwear by the basketful. Additionally, there&#8217;s lots of low-low-price sweatshop textiles, mostly poly/cotton blends with dubiously-licensed logos, like the &#8216;Fruit of The Lover&#8217; T-shirts on sale for 3 euro each.</p>
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<entry>
    <title>Madrid + Mark Rothko</title>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.jasoncook.com/2003/05/madrid-mark-rothko.html" />
    <id>tag:www.jasoncook.com,2003://1.116</id>

    <published>2003-05-30T07:37:00Z</published>
    <updated>2008-11-08T05:42:34Z</updated>

    <summary>We&#8217;re back from a week in Madrid, and still trying to sort out impressions from the place. Though this much i can recommend right away: rent yourself a rowboat at Buen Retiro park, since euro-for-euro (or dollar-tentytwo-for-dollar-twentytwo), it&#8217;s one of...</summary>
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        <uri>http://www.jasoncook.com</uri>
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        <![CDATA[<p>We&#8217;re back from a week in Madrid, and still trying to sort out impressions from the place.  Though this much i can recommend right away:  rent yourself a rowboat at Buen Retiro park, since euro-for-euro (or dollar-tentytwo-for-dollar-twentytwo), it&#8217;s one of the best buys on the continent.</p>

<p>Oh, and i don&#8217;t know if it was because I had <em>churros</em> for breakfast, or what, but &#8216;Guernica&#8217; underwhelmed, while Rothko&#8217;s &#8216;green on maroon&#8217; just socked it to me.  How&#8217;d that happen?</p>

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<entry>
    <title>Second breakfast, sizing issues</title>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.jasoncook.com/2003/05/roman-cappuccio-cappuccino.html" />
    <id>tag:www.jasoncook.com,2003://1.115</id>

    <published>2003-05-18T02:58:11Z</published>
    <updated>2008-11-08T05:42:47Z</updated>

    <summary>Remember how Pippin wails, &#8220;But what &#8216;bout second breakfast?&#8221; at Aragorn in Lord of The Rings? That line&#8217;s our new in-joke about italian cappuccino. Okay, so it&#8217;s not particularly novel to note how things are smaller in Europe than The...</summary>
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        <![CDATA[<p>Remember how Pippin wails, &#8220;But what &#8216;bout <em>second</em> breakfast?&#8221; at Aragorn in Lord of The Rings?  That line&#8217;s our new in-joke about italian cappuccino.  </p>

<p>Okay, so it&#8217;s not particularly novel to note how things are smaller in Europe than The States &#8212; after all, these divergent cultures respectively regard <a href="http://www.smart.com">Smart</a> Cars and <a href="http://www.hummer.com/hummerjsp/h2/">Hummer H2s</a> as acceptable, non-comedic commuter vehicles.  Swap continents, though, and these cars would draw more laughs than a clown ambulance.  (It&#8217;s probably been that way since classic <em>Cinquecentos</em> and Caddies first rolled onto the streets.)</p>

<p>So the car thing is obvious, but it&#8217;s the pervasiveness of this sizing switcheroo that&#8217;s harder to convey to folks back home: everything here, from shower stalls to soda cans, seems of skewed scale or diminished heft.  </p>

<p><span class="mt-enclosure mt-enclosure-image" style="display: inline;"><img alt="fiat.jpg" src="http://www.jasoncook.com/beta/postimages/fiat.jpg" width="500" height="375" class="mt-image-none" style="" /></span></p>

<p>Right then. And what was that about Italian cappuccino?</p>

<p>Best.  Coffee.  Ever.  And nobody who&#8217;s sampled it would ever argue the point.  </p>

<p>And yet&#8230; coming from a country where the &#8216;Thirsty-Two Ouncer&#8217; was long ago deprecated to a mere &#8216;medium&#8217; versus a &#8216;large&#8217; <a href="http://www.geocities.com/BourbonStreet/1489/extra.htm#drink">64-oz.</a> pail of carbonated beverage, a nation where the words &#8216;super&#8217; and &#8216;size&#8217; are not only <a href="http://www.mcdonalds.com/countries/usa/food/nutrition/menuitems/display/index.jsp/itemID=6054">combined</a>, but also conjugated in an <a href="http://www.s-t.com/daily/11-98/11-25-98/c01ho093.htm">imperative verb</a> form, and where a zillion Starbuckses huck percolated swill in &#8216;<a href="http://more.abcnews.go.com/sections/GMA/GoodMorningAmerica/GMA020520Restaurant_feature.html">Venti</a>&#8216;-ounce units, I can&#8217;t help but have my heart sink, just a bit, every time i&#8217;m served my Morning Cup here.  </p>

<p>&#8216;Cause <a href="http://www.danesi-caffe.com/">it&#8217;s</a> <a href="http://www.illy.com/">better</a> <a href="http://www.lavazza.it/">coffee</a>, sure, and it&#8217;s better milk, no doubt, but it&#8217;s just so damn&#8230; <em>dainty</em>.  Hell, I&#8217;ve seen <a href="http://javajacket.com/">Java Jackets</a> boasting double the diameter of the cappuccino china here.  </p>

<p>But you can&#8217;t order two.  It&#8217;s bad manners, against the rules, something only silly <em>stranieri</em> would do.  (As, btw, is ordering cappuccino after 11 or so in the morning.)</p>

<p>Hence the little Tolkien joke.  Our solution, you see, is the hobbit-inspired &#8216;Second Breakfast&#8217;, cunning and conniving, and awfully elegant, too:  we&#8217;re two-timing the local cappuccino bars.   </p>

<p>We&#8217;ll have a <em>cappuccio</em> at the bar closest to home, happily trading the morning &#8216;<em>buongiornos</em>&#8217; all around, quaffing our coffee, and then stealthily slip around the corner, where we repeat the routine, down to the last drop.  Topping off the tanks, so to speak.</p>

<p>So is this gluttonous? Yeah, probably.  But, then again, one doesn&#8217;t get to drink Italian coffee every day of their lives.  Rr do they?</p>
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<entry>
    <title>Vespas, parakeets, and (web)monkeys</title>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.jasoncook.com/2003/05/vespas-parakeets-and-webmonkey.html" />
    <id>tag:www.jasoncook.com,2003://1.114</id>

    <published>2003-05-17T03:01:00Z</published>
    <updated>2008-11-08T05:43:12Z</updated>

    <summary>The pet store behind the market has a parakeet who screeches &#8220;Ciao!!&#8221; when you walk in the door. He&#8217;ll say other stuff in Italian, too. And for some reason, this impresses the hell outta me. Vaguely similar: today, a vespa...</summary>
    <author>
        <name>Jason</name>
        <uri>http://www.jasoncook.com</uri>
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        <![CDATA[<p>The pet store behind the market has a parakeet who screeches <em>&#8220;Ciao!!&#8221;</em> when you walk in the door.  He&#8217;ll say other stuff in Italian, too.  And for some reason, this impresses the hell outta me.</p>

<p>Vaguely similar: today, a <a href="/pictures/archives/images/vespa.jpg" onclick="window.open('http://www.jasoncook.com/pictures/archives/000139.html','popup','width=700,height=650,scrollbars=no,resizable=no,toolbar=no,directories=no,location=no,menubar=no,status=no,left=0,top=0,right=0,bottom=0'); return false">vespa</a> cruised past at quite a decent clip, carrying just an old man (a veritable geezer, in fact), the crook of his walking cane wrapped around his neck, and its staff clutched between his knees. We wagered he must&#8217;ve been clockin&#8217; an honest 25-30mph, and that over cobblestones, to boot. <em>bello!</em></p>

<p>Elsewhere, an introductory &#8220;<a href="http://hotwired.lycos.com/webmonkey/03/17/index3a.html">Sharing Your Site with RSS</a>&#8221; bit i wrote for Webmonkey is up.</p>

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<entry>
    <title>Pinguino air conditioner</title>
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    <id>tag:www.jasoncook.com,2003://1.113</id>

    <published>2003-05-14T06:31:21Z</published>
    <updated>2008-11-08T05:43:25Z</updated>

    <summary>The big news of late: our little &#8216;Pinguino&#8217; just got delivered. You see, old italian palazzos like ours lack internal HVAC infrastructure (obviously), but some still avoid the brutish business of jamming air-conditioners above every window and doorway. In these...</summary>
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        <![CDATA[<p>The big news of late:  our little &#8216;<em>Pinguino</em>&#8217; just got delivered.  </p>

<p>You see, old italian palazzos like ours lack internal HVAC infrastructure (obviously), but some still avoid the brutish business of jamming air-conditioners above every window and doorway.  In these buildings, you&#8217;ll notice at least one window in every unit features a small, porthole-like opening.   </p>

<p>Turns out that when temperatures start cranking towards summer, a white truck shows up and delivers a rather cute A/C unit (a.k.a. &#8216;the Penguin&#8217;) to your doorstep, complete with a handy vent-hose which attaches to the window-porthole-thingamabob.</p>

<p>Anyhow, having a squat, strictly-seasonal air conditioner suddenly appear in your living room, <a href="http://www.geocities.com/~mjbrant/drwho/images.html#tardis">Tardis</a>-style, is a kinda funny thing.  At the moment, i&#8217;m terribly tempted to decorate it, like it&#8217;s a Christmas Tree, but for SummerTime&#8230;</p>
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<entry>
    <title>Odd haircut</title>
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    <id>tag:www.jasoncook.com,2003://1.112</id>

    <published>2003-05-08T21:34:31Z</published>
    <updated>2008-11-08T05:43:30Z</updated>

    <summary>How&#8217;s this for a gripping opening line: &#8220;Yesterday, i had the oddest haircut.&#8221; Let me qualify that, then: I&#8217;ve had my fair share of curious coifs back home &#8212; attributable to whatever fast-and-loose franchising policy drove the relentless expansion of...</summary>
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        <![CDATA[<p>How&#8217;s this for a gripping opening line:  &#8220;Yesterday, i had the oddest haircut.&#8221;  </p>

<p>Let me qualify that, then:  I&#8217;ve had my fair share of curious coifs back home &#8212; attributable to whatever fast-and-loose franchising policy drove the relentless expansion of the so-called &#8220;Fantastic&#8221; Sams&#8217; grooming enterprise. </p>

<p>This was a tad different:  I was playing &#8216;barbershop roulette&#8217;, walking into a <em>barbiere</em> at random, but &#8212; keeping the metaphorical safety-switch on &#8212; I requested he simply shear my head with clippers (and at the basically-bald &#8216;0&#8217; setting).  Hairdo-wise, that&#8217;s a tough one to screw up.  </p>

<p>And screw-ups there weren&#8217;t: I walked out the door with exactly the super-short buzz cut I had in mind stepping in.  The experience, on the other hand, was unexpected.</p>

<p>Ever seen those East-German or Russian-made flashlights that don&#8217;t need batteries, but instead have a hand-crank built into the grip?  They&#8217;re tiresome, but if you repeatedly squeeze one fast enough, it provides light enough to get you around in a blackout.  (You&#8217;ll find them today at yuppie-friendly <a href="http://www.restorationhardware.com/page.jhtml?type=product&amp;categoryId=cat140013&amp;id=prod230227">Restoration Hardware</a>, of all places.)</p>

<p>Turns out the poor barber&#8217;s clipper set worked on the same principle, completely mechanical throughout.  He had a whole set of &#8216;em, covered in bright chrome and really heavy-looking, each for a different hair length.  Obviously, this barber was an older fellow, but his wrinkled hands got those things running speedily, so they&#8217;d whirr like a push lawnmower. </p>

<p>(Looking back on it, I now recall seeing men getting their hair cut with similar clippers in pokhara, nepal &#8212; but that town was used to being without electricity for days at a time.)</p>

<p>Well, it felt odd.  And in fact somewhat unpleasant, since the clippers&#8217; blades pulled pretty hard &#8212; more like a manually-powered depilatory device than hair-trimmers.  The barber, though, was about as nice as they get, and we talked about the weather some.</p>
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<entry>
    <title>Elswick Envoy</title>
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    <id>tag:www.jasoncook.com,2003://1.111</id>

    <published>2003-05-06T06:24:34Z</published>
    <updated>2008-11-08T05:43:39Z</updated>

    <summary>Remember J.F. Sebastian&#8217;s little car in Blade Runner? The one not unlike a mini airport-shuttle van conversion, which Syd Mead had remodeled and re-shaped with his trademark rhomboid angles? I did a double-take last week, certain that I&#8217;d spotted the...</summary>
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        <![CDATA[<p>Remember J.F. Sebastian&#8217;s little car in Blade Runner?  The one not unlike a mini airport-shuttle van conversion, which <a href="http://www.scrubbles.net/sydmead.html">Syd Mead</a> had remodeled and re-shaped with his trademark rhomboid angles?</p>

<p>I did a double-take last week, certain that I&#8217;d spotted the thing jammed into a tight Trastevere parking spot.  Now, any auto buff will tell you Rome&#8217;s streets sport many a moto-carriage cute and strange, this town being the nexus of All Roads and whatnot, but this particular futu-rustic transport looked to have surreptitiously rolled out of Epcot Center back in &#8216;78, and been on the &#8216;lam since.</p>

<p>Actually, turns out it&#8217;s British &#8212; an &#8216;<a href="http://www.jasoncook.com/pictures/archives/000185.html">Elswick Envoy</a>&#8217;, to be exact.  Of note, it&#8217;s accessibility-designed from the chassis up:  devoid of seats and pedals, the hatchback trunk pops open for a wheelchair, while arm-height accellerator and brake controls protrude from the dash.  Just load, lock, and drive &#8212; plus, you can park almost anywhere.</p>

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    <title>Vatican railway</title>
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    <id>tag:www.jasoncook.com,2003://1.110</id>

    <published>2003-04-27T06:41:11Z</published>
    <updated>2008-11-08T05:44:36Z</updated>

    <summary>The other night, walking around the Vatican&#8217;s walled borders, we came across an overpass I&#8217;d noticed before, but never given any thought. There&#8217;s a flight of stairs leading to the top, which we climbed &#8212; to discover the most delightful,...</summary>
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        <![CDATA[<p>The other night, walking around the Vatican&#8217;s walled borders, we came across an overpass I&#8217;d noticed before, but never given any thought.  There&#8217;s a flight of stairs leading to the top, which we climbed  &#8212; to discover the most delightful, perfectly-manicured stretch of railroad this side of Anaheim, California.   It was, of course, the last hundred meters of Vatican City&#8217;s <a href="http://www.vatican.va/news_services/press/documentazione/documents/sp_ss_scv/ferrovia/ferrovia_it.html">private railway</a>; shiny, shrubbery-lined tracks which exit from a batcave-like opening set high into a thick brick wall, sealed with a massive iron gate.  It&#8217;s cool.</p>

<p>Climb the dome of St. Peter&#8217;s and you can see the rest of the rail line out back, a Disneyesque station and train collection, all the cuter from that vantage point, seemingly sized to a perfect H.O. scale.</p>
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<entry>
    <title>Restaurant touts, fresh peas</title>
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    <id>tag:www.jasoncook.com,2003://1.109</id>

    <published>2003-04-20T02:19:50Z</published>
    <updated>2008-11-08T05:44:41Z</updated>

    <summary>Walking back from the outdoor market at Andrea Doria, Azure and I were accosted by a restaurant tout. With folded red napkins over one arm, and laminated English-language picture menus tucked into the other, these smooth-talking &#8216;waiters&#8217; are actually seasoned...</summary>
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        <![CDATA[<p>Walking back from the outdoor market at Andrea Doria, Azure and I were accosted by a restaurant tout.  With folded red napkins over one arm, and laminated English-language picture menus tucked into the other, these smooth-talking &#8216;waiters&#8217; are actually seasoned cattle-drivers, their long days spent roundin&#8217; up and herding bovine tourists into the (not-at-all) &#8216;Italian Ristorante&#8217; joints around Vatican City.</p>

<p>This time around, the tout hadn&#8217;t finished the opening bars of &#8220;Hello Mister, Good Pizza For You&#8230;&#8221; before spotting stalks of fresh asparagus peeping from our bags &#8212; also heavy with roman artichokes, fennel bulbs, sage, shallots, garlic, carrots, fresh peas, and Sicilian pachino tomatoes, to boot &#8212; whereupon he completely dropped his spiel and instead began to jealously ogle the produce.  </p>

<p>Meanwhile,  a second tout ambled over, at first wildly waving some menus of his own, then stopping, abruptly, to also admire the inventory of our plastic-bag cornucopias.</p>

<p>&#8220;Man, you guys really eat well at your place!&#8221;, the one tells us, with the other nodding rapidly in agreement, putting the menus away, and adding &#8220;I think it&#8217;s always better, eating at home, anyways.&#8221;</p>

<p>Damn straight it is.  Happy Easter!</p>

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    <title>Vespa conversations</title>
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    <id>tag:www.jasoncook.com,2003://1.108</id>

    <published>2003-04-18T06:53:57Z</published>
    <updated>2008-11-08T05:44:50Z</updated>

    <summary>Watching vespas jockey for position as they barrel down the Lungotevere, one realizes these fearless riders are indeed the cultural (if not genetic) inheritants of the whole Ben-Hur business of chariot racing. Equally striking are the sharp yells and shouts...</summary>
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        <![CDATA[<p>Watching vespas jockey for position as they barrel down the Lungotevere, one realizes these fearless riders are indeed the cultural (if not genetic) inheritants of the whole Ben-Hur business of chariot racing. </p>

<p>Equally striking are the sharp yells and shouts piercing the din of scooter-noise: Some of it is just two chatty riders on the same bike, of course, but I&#8217;ve also seen solitary riders screaming monologues as they zoomed past. </p>

<p>Now, drop me into that Italian two-stroke Circus Maximus, and I&#8217;d no doubt wail like the lot of &#8216;em &#8212; in fear &#8212; but even then I could never match the emotional intensity of the Romans.  The riders I&#8217;ve seen shouting aloud remind me more of &#8216;colorful&#8217; old Berkeley, where large portions of the sidewalk citizenry engage in similarly loud dialogues with parties neither present nor real. </p>

<p>All of which i just discovered to be just half-true here:  Turns out it&#8217;s <i>de riguer</i> for motorino pilots to squeeze, wiggle, and jam their teensy cellphones beneath their helmets, so they&#8217;re barely visible, but flush-up against the ear.</p>

<p>This, you see, lets them yap away on the cell tel. all the way to work (just like any other commuter), while it&#8217;s the ambient noise, of course, which necessitates the strange and dopplered yelling that I, odd pedestrian out, kept hearing on my morning stroll.</p>

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<entry>
    <title>Emelyn Story, William Wetmore story</title>
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    <id>tag:www.jasoncook.com,2003://1.107</id>

    <published>2003-04-09T01:36:53Z</published>
    <updated>2008-11-08T05:45:00Z</updated>

    <summary>The most beautiful spot in Rome that I know is the Protestant Cemetary, a curiously silent and shaded place that&#8217;s kept hidden by the looming Cestius Pyramid, some crumbling remnants of the Aurelian wall, and a foreboding alleyway of shuttered...</summary>
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        <![CDATA[<p>The most beautiful spot in Rome that I know is the Protestant Cemetary, a curiously silent and shaded place that&#8217;s kept hidden by the looming Cestius Pyramid, some crumbling remnants of the Aurelian wall, and a foreboding alleyway of shuttered nightclubs bordering the blue-collar Testaccio district.</p>

<p>The few visitors here generally arrive to see the grave of John Keats, buried, as per his instructions, under the epitaph &#8220;here lies one whose name was writ in water&#8221;.  Shelley, too, lies nearby; he had earlier toured Keats&#8217; tomb and exclaimed, &#8220;it might make one in love with death to know that one should be buried in so sweet a place&#8221;.</p>

<p>Azure and I mostly visit, though, to pet the resident cats, and to see, just once more again, the gravestone of <a href="http://www.jasoncook.com/pictures/archives/000171.html">Emelyn Story</a>, a grieving marble angel that was carved by the hand of her husband, American sculptor William Story, whose own grave lies next to hers, and that of their young child, Joseph.</p>

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<entry>
    <title>Da Cesare roma</title>
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    <id>tag:www.jasoncook.com,2003://1.106</id>

    <published>2003-03-27T19:29:56Z</published>
    <updated>2008-11-08T05:45:12Z</updated>

    <summary>Hostaria &#8216;da Cesare&#8217; is Rome&#8217;s equivalent to SF&#8217;s &#8216;Tadich Grill&#8217; &#8212; a restaurant oddly immune to time, monumental certainly, but too slammed with customers to bother acting chic. The waiters here are all older gentlemen, who wear off-white tuxedo jackets,...</summary>
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        <![CDATA[<p>Hostaria &#8216;da Cesare&#8217; is Rome&#8217;s equivalent to SF&#8217;s &#8216;Tadich Grill&#8217; &#8212; a restaurant oddly immune to time, monumental certainly, but too slammed with customers to bother acting <em>chic</em>. The waiters here are all older gentlemen, who wear off-white tuxedo jackets, black bow ties, and a fair dash of hair pomade.</p>

<p>No, these guys are not in the business of smiles, chit-chat, or proffering Sir some &#8220;fresh ground pepper?&#8221;, but, that said, they&#8217;ll wordlessly de-bone a fish tableside in seconds, or grab a couple of inversed spoons to politely dish out a platter of veggies in an eyeblink.</p>

<p>Meat (veal, actually) is really what <em>se mangia bene</em> at da Cesare, but the seafood also ranks among the best in town. There&#8217;s only one serious veggie item &#8212; fettucini with fresh porcini mushrooms &#8212; but it sits prominently in the middle of the menu, distanced by a respectful amount of whitespace from the rest, and all for good reason: it&#8217;s very, very good fettucini.</p>
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    <title>Valzani chocolate eggs</title>
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    <id>tag:www.jasoncook.com,2003://1.105</id>

    <published>2003-03-24T04:06:22Z</published>
    <updated>2008-11-08T05:45:35Z</updated>

    <summary>We picked up a big chocolate egg today, from my favorite candy shop in town, cioccolateria Valzani, a slightly-worn mom-and-pop affair (well, grandmom-and-pop, now) tucked away on Via del Moro, in the Trastevere quarter. Chocolate eggs are kinda their specialty:...</summary>
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        <![CDATA[<p>We picked up a big chocolate egg today, from my favorite candy shop in town, cioccolateria <a href="http://www.jasoncook.com/pictures/archives/000181.html">Valzani</a>, a slightly-worn mom-and-pop affair (well, grandmom-and-pop, now) tucked away on Via del Moro, in the Trastevere quarter.</p>

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<p>Chocolate eggs are kinda their specialty: they&#8217;re only sold around easter, but Valzani stocks sun-faded Eggs-Of-Yore photos on the walls all year long.  Plus, they&#8217;ve currently got a housemade four-foot-tall chocolate egg squatting stately by the cash register, a fine testament to how serious they are about this egg business, I&#8217;d say.</p>

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<p>They&#8217;ve got competition, of course: every market in town is hawking choco-eggs of various sorts at the moment, the most intriguing being the only-for-easter, deluxe-sized version of Ferrero&#8217;s &#8216;Kinder Egg&#8217; which weighs in 400% bigger than the sold-all-year-round variety, and with better surprises inside, to boot.</p>

<p>Still, I&#8217;ll stick with my humbler Valzani egg, if nothing but for the fact that they produce the meanest and baddest &#8216;<em>Diavoletti al Peperoncini</em>&#8217; this side of the Tiber &#8212; them&#8217;s dark chocolate and crushed red pepper truffles.  Double-plus good!</p>
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    <title>Alternate programming</title>
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    <id>tag:www.jasoncook.com,2003://1.104</id>

    <published>2003-03-23T01:08:32Z</published>
    <updated>2008-11-08T05:46:23Z</updated>

    <summary>Came across a truly strange artifact on TV last night, while taking a breather from war coverage on RAI: the &#8216;Whacketts&#8217; episode of Max Headroom, a now-quaint cyberpunk TV series from &#8216;87 which lasted a whole 12 episodes. In retrospect,...</summary>
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        <![CDATA[<p>Came across a truly strange artifact on TV last night, while taking a breather from war coverage on RAI: the &#8216;Whacketts&#8217; episode of <a href="maxheadroom.com">Max Headroom</a>, a now-quaint cyberpunk TV series from &#8216;87 which lasted a whole 12 episodes.</p>

<p>In retrospect, while Max Headroom&#8217;s dystopian production design may have been a ripoff of Blade Runner (hell, what <em>isn&#8217;t</em>, these days?), I think it&#8217;s still safe to say the series was way ahead of its time.</p>

<p>Yet as for why it&#8217;s still in rotation, in a somewhat decent timelsot (11ish), on a terrestrial broadcast network some 16 years after its cancellation in the U.S., I can&#8217;t say.  Though the syn on the Italian dub is remarkably well done &#8212; as always.</p>
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<entry>
    <title>Church steps</title>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.jasoncook.com/2003/03/homeless-in-vatican-city.html" />
    <id>tag:www.jasoncook.com,2003://1.103</id>

    <published>2003-03-21T21:45:23Z</published>
    <updated>2008-11-08T05:47:04Z</updated>

    <summary>As a matter of habit, and I think a good habit at that, Az and I take a stroll after dinner almost every night. (Fair disclosure: this may largely be driven by us not understanding anything on Italian TV.) Our...</summary>
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        <![CDATA[<p>As a matter of habit, and I think a good habit at that, Az and I take a stroll after dinner almost every night.  (Fair disclosure: this may largely be driven by us not understanding anything on Italian TV.)</p>

<p>Our previous apartment was in Trastevere, old Rome, a corner of the city with twisting cobblestone alleys and a hoppin&#8217; bar on every block.  At 1am on a weeknight, you&#8217;d be walking shoulder-to-shoulder with swarms of upscale revellers, and Piazza Santa Maria would be filled with <em>ragazzi</em> drinking malt beverages (beer, yes, but also that smirnoff ice and campari mixx stuff) outta the bottle.</p>

<p>Now, though, we live right outside Vatican City, which is a whole different scene.  It&#8217;s really quiet here at night &#8212; a good quiet, a serene quiet &#8212; and it&#8217;s nice to simply watch the illuminated fountains in St. Peter&#8217;s square and hear hushed conversations of the few other folks circling the piazza, hands clasped behind their backs.</p>

<p>Anyhow, here&#8217;s the thing: you don&#8217;t see much homelessness in Roma Centro.  (At least, not compared to Oakland and SF.)  Come nightfall, though, I see more wizened bag ladies and sagging-cardboard-box shelters around St. Peter&#8217;s than anywhere else, save perhaps the Termini train station.</p>

<p>I guess it&#8217;s the same thing as anywhere, really &#8212; church steps being refuge of last resort, a place to catch some winks without getting a boot in the ribs.  Still, seeing people sleeping on the stoop of this particular cathedral, so completely dwarfed by its splendor&#8230;  it&#8217;s just tragic to a whole &#8216;nother degree.</p>
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<entry>
    <title>Cornetto minis</title>
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    <id>tag:www.jasoncook.com,2003://1.102</id>

    <published>2003-03-15T02:32:34Z</published>
    <updated>2008-11-08T05:47:10Z</updated>

    <summary><![CDATA[So what&#8217;s the haps, this March morning? Miniaturized Cornettos, for starters. Apart from being standard breakfast fare for 99% of italians (cornetto morning rolls being the yin to a cappucinno&#8217;s yang), the word &#8220;Cornetto&#8221;&trade; also happens to be the Good...]]></summary>
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        <![CDATA[<p>So what&#8217;s the haps, this March morning?  Miniaturized Cornettos, for starters.  </p>

<p>Apart from being standard breakfast fare for 99% of italians (<em>cornetto</em> morning rolls being the yin to a cappucinno&#8217;s yang), the word &#8220;Cornetto&#8221;&trade;  also happens to be the Good Humor EuroBrand for a frozen confection not unlike the American Drumstick&trade; .</p>

<p>Now, we&#8217;re probably all in agreement that Drumsticks&trade; taste good.  And so it is with Cornettos&trade; .  </p>

<p>Anyhow, somebody in a lab coat thought these up:  Cornetto &#8216;Minis&#8217;, i.e. Cornettos preternaturally shrunk to 1/5 scale.  We&#8217;re talking expertly-crafted, fully miniaturized ice-cream cones, replete with wee nut pieces on top and nano-sized chocolate nibbles tucked into the sugar cone&#8217;s tiny apex.  What other ice-cream treat begs to be admired with a 10-power loupe before consumption?</p>

<p>Obviously, I hold Cornetto Minis in pretty high esteem, and would regard them as a passable palate-cleanser course suitable for serving in the finest of restaurants.  But these are foodstuffs for the folk, if you catch my drift, and thanks to the miracle of mass manufacture, I hereby predict that Cornetto Minis&#8217; bite-size form factor will radically revolutionize ice-cream just like McNuggets done did to poultry.  </p>

<p>Ummm.</p>

<p>What really mean to say is this:  I have little business being in a supermarket when I&#8217;m hungry, I know that.  And while by and large I&#8217;m still a sharp cookie, savvy shopper, etc., I&#8217;ll be damned if I didn&#8217;t come home yesterday having forgotten the red onions for Azure but clutching a box of very-meagerly-portioned ice cream thingies that even an oompah-loompah would sneer at.  </p>

<p>Maybe they&#8217;re metric or something.</p>
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<entry>
    <title>Roma</title>
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    <id>tag:www.jasoncook.com,2002://1.100</id>

    <published>2002-09-27T15:59:21Z</published>
    <updated>2008-11-08T05:47:23Z</updated>

    <summary>So Rome is noisy. From what I can tell, it&#8217;s really just three basic phonemes, sent in serial, and repeated ad nauseum: the flatulent exhaust of motorini throttling and scooting about, a panoply of poorly-chosen ringtones, and the constant, dopplered...</summary>
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        <![CDATA[<p>So Rome is noisy.  From what I can tell, it&#8217;s really just three basic phonemes, sent in serial, and repeated <em>ad nauseum</em>: the flatulent exhaust of <em>motorini</em> throttling and scooting about, a panoply of poorly-chosen ringtones, and the constant, dopplered whines of ambulances.</p>

<p>One need ride a Roman taxi only for a minute, with a driver using his knees to steer, and gesticulating with both hands during a cellphone conversation, when suddenly it becomes startlingly obvious that a vicious cycle keeps these three noises in business.</p>
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<entry>
    <title>ProgressQuest</title>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.jasoncook.com/2002/05/progressquest.html" />
    <id>tag:www.jasoncook.com,2002://1.94</id>

    <published>2002-05-02T19:06:42Z</published>
    <updated>2008-11-08T05:47:37Z</updated>

    <summary><![CDATA[ProgressQuest blithely offers the users the transcendental visuals of a DOS disk defrag utility, combined with the clich&eacute;d narrative of fantasy RPGs. It&#8217;s most definitely freeware. So why waste CPU cycles climbing the ranks of do-gooder distributed computing campaigns like...]]></summary>
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        <name>Jason</name>
        <uri>http://www.jasoncook.com</uri>
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        <![CDATA[<p><a href="http://www.progressquest.com/">ProgressQuest</a> blithely offers the users the transcendental visuals of a DOS disk defrag utility, combined with the clich&eacute;d narrative of fantasy RPGs.  It&#8217;s most definitely freeware.</p>

<p>So why waste CPU cycles <a href="http://folding.stanford.edu/cgi-bin/userpage.detailed?q=jasoncook_dotcom">climbing the ranks</a> of do-gooder distributed computing campaigns like <a href="http://folding.stanford.edu">Folding@Home</a>, when instead, you could <a href="http://progressquest.com/expo.php?name=Mr%2E+J%2E+A%2E+Cook%2C+Esq%2E">effortlessly build</a> a swarthy Level 26 Demicanadian Fighter/Organist who casts a mean Level XI Cone of Annoyance spell?</p>
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<entry>
    <title>Portal</title>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.jasoncook.com/2002/04/portal.html" />
    <id>tag:www.jasoncook.com,2002://1.93</id>

    <published>2002-04-15T23:56:57Z</published>
    <updated>2008-11-08T05:47:48Z</updated>

    <summary>Rob Swigart&#8217;s &#8216;Portal: A Dataspace Retrieval&#8217;, originally published as an &#8216;interactive novel&#8217; back in &#8216;86, has been migrated to the web, complete with Commodore-era graphics. I&#8217;m also fond of the (subsequent) hardback novelization. Not that the book or hyper-book are...</summary>
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        <name>Jason</name>
        <uri>http://www.jasoncook.com</uri>
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        <![CDATA[<p>Rob Swigart&#8217;s &#8216;<a href="http://shop.barnesandnoble.com/booksearch/isbnInquiry.asp?userid=669LGNJUBC&amp;mscssid=&amp;salesurl=Rportal.stodge.org/&amp;isbn=0595197841">Portal: A Dataspace Retrieval</a>&#8217;, originally published as an &#8216;interactive novel&#8217; back in &#8216;86, has been <a href="http://portal.stodge.org/">migrated to the web</a>, complete with Commodore-era graphics.</p>

<p>I&#8217;m also fond of the (subsequent) hardback novelization.  Not that the book or hyper-book are likely to be hailed as classics, but still: they imagine a networked world that, over time, seems increasingly familiar&#8230;</p>
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<entry>
    <title>Quincunx?</title>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.jasoncook.com/2002/03/quincunx.html" />
    <id>tag:www.jasoncook.com,2002://1.89</id>

    <published>2002-03-13T00:50:17Z</published>
    <updated>2008-11-08T05:49:09Z</updated>

    <summary>Word of the day is &#8216;quincunx&#8217;, the pattern of five on a six-sided die. A quincunx can also refer to a crude probability-modeling device (animated here), a simple rolling ball that falls through a field of nails &#8212; distributing nice,...</summary>
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        <![CDATA[<p>Word of the day is &#8216;quincunx&#8217;,  the pattern of five on a six-sided die.</p>

<p>A quincunx can also refer to a crude probability-modeling device (<a href="http://www.users.on.net/zhcchz/java/quincunx/quincunx.1.html">animated here</a>), a simple <a href="http://www.database.com/~lemur/rbt-contents.html">rolling ball</a> that falls through a field of nails &#8212; distributing nice, Gaussian mounds o&#8217; pellets on someone&#8217;s carpet.</p>

<p>&#8230;all of which leads us to <a href="http://www.japan-guide.com/e/e2065.html">pachinko</a> and <a href="http://www.lysator.liu.se/pinball/IPD/">pinball</a>, both championship sports in
<em>my</em> book.  A thousand jackpots in Caesar&#8217;s Palace couldn&#8217;t out-shout the everyday drone of a pachinko parlor, and the fine folks at FIFA still haven&#8217;t put on a game more thrilling than <a href="http://www.cix.co.uk/~mayub/wcs.html">World Cup Soccer &#8216;94</a>&#8230;</p>
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<entry>
    <title>PortableMonopoly</title>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.jasoncook.com/2002/02/portablemonopoly.html" />
    <id>tag:www.jasoncook.com,2002://1.86</id>

    <published>2002-02-19T05:05:09Z</published>
    <updated>2008-11-08T05:49:15Z</updated>

    <summary>My tennis coach used to boast how, any woman he scored a date with, he took to Jack In The Box, specifically, the drive-thru window, via his Honda GoldWing. He made it apparent &#8212; I was just 10 or 12...</summary>
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        <![CDATA[<p>My tennis coach used to boast how, any woman he scored a date with, he took to Jack In The Box, specifically, the drive-thru window, via his Honda <a href="http://www.wingworldmag.com/">GoldWing</a>.</p>

<p>He made it apparent &#8212; I was just 10 or 12 years old, then &#8212; that this exercise had been repeated times innumerable; the point was never to impress, nor to anger 
(nor to bed, I now imagine), but rather, to suss out that <em>special</em> lass capable of enjoying his company on a longer-term basis. </p>

<p>Computer afficionados seeking similarly high-risk/reward romance should consider an evening spent soldering His N&#8217; Hers&#8217; <a  ref="http://web.archive.org/web/*/http://www.geocities.com/gbalight/walkthrough.html">GameBoy lightshields</a>, including a requisite trip to RadioShack for white LED #276-320 .  (Both ours work dandily.) </p>

<p>For that unlikely second date, keep your eye on <a href="http://web.archive.org/web/*/http://www.portablemonopoly.com/">portablemonopoly.com</a> &#8212; they&#8217;re promising retrofit-kits that&#8217;ll backlight existing GBA&#8217;s. </p>

<p>And as for the games&#8230; <a href="http://www.wired.com/wired/archive/9.12/streetcred.html?pg=7">here&#8217;s a piece I recently wrote</a> for WIRED magazine. </p>
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<entry>
    <title>Synth</title>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.jasoncook.com/2002/02/synth.html" />
    <id>tag:www.jasoncook.com,2002://1.84</id>

    <published>2002-02-12T21:23:49Z</published>
    <updated>2008-11-08T05:49:22Z</updated>

    <summary>&#8220;I dreamt music&#8221; : Yamaha CS80&#8217;s and late &#8216;70&#8217;s analog / voltage-controlled synths, to be precise&#8230; While Vangelis&#8217; textured soundscape to Blade Runner has long been recognized as a groundbreaking electronic score, obtaining the actual music from the film has...</summary>
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        <![CDATA[<p><em>&#8220;I dreamt music&#8221;</em> : <a href="http://www.synthmuseum.com/yamaha/yamcs8001.html">Yamaha CS80&#8217;s</a> and late &#8216;70&#8217;s analog / voltage-controlled synths, to be precise&#8230;</p>

<p>While Vangelis&#8217;  textured soundscape to Blade Runner has long been recognized as a groundbreaking electronic score, obtaining the actual music from the film has been nearly impossible.  The morass of &#8216;legal and artistic&#8217; issues holding back a definitive commercial CD spawned an entire phylum of bootlegs, which now have their own <a href="http://www.bladezone.com/contents/film/production/soundtrack/i_dreamt_music/i_dreamt_music.html">definitive history</a>.</p>
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<entry>
    <title>Audrey</title>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.jasoncook.com/2002/02/audrey.html" />
    <id>tag:www.jasoncook.com,2002://1.83</id>

    <published>2002-02-07T00:08:08Z</published>
    <updated>2008-11-08T05:49:41Z</updated>

    <summary>Meet Audrey: a conglomeration of the command line and the curvaceous, the ubercute and the Unix-y. And while &#8216;Audrey Hacking&#8217; may sound like &#8216;her&#8217; full name, it&#8217;s actually the definitive guide to tinkering with 3com&#8217;s now-discontinued &#8216;ergo&#8217; Net appliance &#8212;...</summary>
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        <![CDATA[<p>Meet <a href="http://www.wyattmitchell.com/3com_audrey1.html">Audrey</a>: a conglomeration of the command line and the curvaceous, the ubercute and the Unix-y.</p>

<p>And while &#8216;<a href="http://www.audreyhacking.com/">Audrey Hacking</a>&#8217; may sound like &#8216;her&#8217; full name, it&#8217;s actually <i>the</i> definitive guide to tinkering with 3com&#8217;s <a href="http://www.3com.com/products/discontinued/appliances.html">now-discontinued</a> &#8216;ergo&#8217; Net appliance &#8212; great fun for those intrigued by DNS spoofs and <a href="http://www.qnx.com/">QNX shells</a>.  </p>

<p>With a fine browser, datebook, plus new mp3, caller ID, and picture frame <a href="http://www.linux-hacker.net/cgi-bin/UltraBoard/UltraBoard.pl?Action=ShowBoard&amp;Board=3Com_Audrey&amp;Idle=&amp;Sort=&amp;Order=&amp;Session=">hacks</a>, you&#8217;ll soon see, Audrey is quite likable indeed.  And now available for <a href="http://search.ebay.com/search/search.dll?MfcISAPICommand=GetResult&amp;ht=1&amp;SortProperty=MetaEndSort&amp;query=3com+audrey">pennies on the dollar</a>.</p>

<p>(Ours sits stately on the kitchen counter, for quite <a href="http://www.recipesource.com">a number of reasons</a>.)</p>
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<entry>
    <title>Ruin-Japan</title>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.jasoncook.com/2002/02/ruin-japan.html" />
    <id>tag:www.jasoncook.com,2002://1.82</id>

    <published>2002-02-01T21:12:45Z</published>
    <updated>2008-11-08T05:49:49Z</updated>

    <summary>Ruin-Japan.com. That&#8217;s &#8216;ruin&#8217;, the noun, not the verb &#8212; no kaiju here, though a few of the beautifully dilapidated buildings look to have received the ol&#8217; Mothra remodel in the 60&#8217;s. Some web ruins to match the Tokyo gothic: Syd...</summary>
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        <![CDATA[<p><a href="http://www.ruin-japan.com/">Ruin-Japan.com</a>.  That&#8217;s &#8216;ruin&#8217;, the noun, not the verb &#8212; no <a href="http://www.cybergecko.com/kaiju.htm">kaiju</a> here, though a few of the <a href="http://www.ruin-japan.com/photo/p0002.htm">beautifully</a> dilapidated buildings look to have received the ol&#8217; <a href="http://www.onlyinternet.net/awinterrowd/kaiju/gallery/mothra.html">Mothra remodel</a> in the 60&#8217;s.  </p>

<p>Some web ruins to match the Tokyo gothic: <a href="http://web.archive.org/web/*/http://hotwired.lycos.com/popfeatures/96/39/blade.html">Syd Mead</a> in HotWired; an expedition to <a href="http://web.archive.org/web/*/http://www.flex.co.jp/kowloon/story/str04_e.html">Kowloon Walled City</a>, and <a href="http://web.archive.org/web/*/http://www.nokia.co.jp/tokyoq/reviews/archive/club/gaspanic.html">the story behind</a> that <a href="http://web.archive.org/web/*/http://www.links.net/vita/trip/japan/tokyo/roppongi/gaspanic.html">&#8216;most Mos Eisley&#8217;</a> of Roppongi&#8217;s clubs, the venerable <a href="http://web.archive.org/web/*/http://www.gaspanic.co.jp/">GasPanic</a>.</p>
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<entry>
    <title>The Fodor&apos;s Guide Rule</title>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.jasoncook.com/2001/10/the-fodors-guide-rule-in.html" />
    <id>tag:www.jasoncook.com,2001://1.56</id>

    <published>2001-10-01T21:41:11Z</published>
    <updated>2008-11-08T05:49:55Z</updated>

    <summary>The Fodor&#8217;s Guide Rule (&#8220;In the course of your adventure you will visit one desert city, one port town, one mining town, one casino city, one magic city (usually flying), one medieval castle kingdom, one martial arts-based community, one thieves&#8217;...</summary>
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        <![CDATA[<p>The <i>Fodor&#8217;s Guide Rule</i> (&#8220;In the course of your adventure you will visit one desert city, one port town, one mining town, one casino city, one magic city (usually flying), one medieval castle kingdom, one martial arts-based community, one thieves&#8217; slum, one lost city and one sci-fi utopia.&#8221;) is just one of the many observations from the <a href="http://web.archive.org/web/*/http://guardian.simplenet.com/text/rpg.html">Grand List</a> of console role-playing cliches&#8230;.</p>
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<entry>
    <title>Ursula&apos;s Way</title>
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    <id>tag:www.jasoncook.com,2001://1.35</id>

    <published>2001-05-10T19:07:59Z</published>
    <updated>2008-11-08T05:50:12Z</updated>

    <summary>Ursula K. LeGuin, who I&#8217;ve always loved for her Earthsea series, also wrote a fine rendition of the Tao Te Cheng. I say &#8216;rendition&#8217;, as it&#8217;s more loosely interpreted than most translations, but she&#8217;s wielded her poetic license with wisdom...</summary>
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        <![CDATA[<p>Ursula K. LeGuin, who I&#8217;ve always loved for her Earthsea series, also wrote a fine rendition of the <a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/1570623953/qid=989521328/sr=1-1/ref=sc_b_2/103-6197185-0503828">Tao Te Cheng</a>.  I say &#8216;rendition&#8217;, as it&#8217;s more loosely interpreted than most translations, but she&#8217;s wielded her poetic license with wisdom and flair, methinks.  To wit, some simple advice regarding greed:</p>

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  <p>to know enough&#8217;s enough <br />
is enough to know.</p>
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<entry>
    <title>Twisty Little Passages</title>
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    <published>2001-02-01T23:39:50Z</published>
    <updated>2008-11-08T05:50:15Z</updated>

    <summary>&#8220;Down From the Top of Its Game&#8221; is a neat, in-depth analysis into the story of Infocom, Inc. Neat, at least, to those who know/care/remember what Infocom was&#8230;...</summary>
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        <![CDATA[<p><a href="http://mit.edu/6.933/www/Fall2000/infocom/start.html">&#8220;Down From the Top of Its Game&#8221;</a> is a neat, in-depth analysis into the story of Infocom, Inc.  Neat, at least, to those who know/care/remember what Infocom was&#8230;</p>
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<entry>
    <title>Christminster</title>
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    <published>2000-10-24T19:24:38Z</published>
    <updated>2008-11-08T05:50:18Z</updated>

    <summary>So I&#8217;ve been playing another old-school text adventure &#8212; this time, one called &#8216;Christminster&#8217; &#8212; which you can grab on this page, along with plenty of other Infocom-style games. Christminster is remarkably fun, with a depth and quality to its...</summary>
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        <![CDATA[<p>So I&#8217;ve been playing another old-school text adventure &#8212; this time, one called &#8216;Christminster&#8217; &#8212; which you can grab on <a href="http://ifarchive.org/indexes/if-archiveXgamesXzcode.html">this page</a>, along with plenty of other Infocom-style games. Christminster is remarkably fun, with a depth and quality to its quasi-Oxford world that&#8217;s surprising to find in a freeware game.  </p>

<p>Also, there is a nice cat in it.</p>
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