June 18th, 2007


Just one iteration behind! Travel pictures

In my series of "In which I read a book by Jo Clayton while I'm on vacation, I present:
Tunisia, and Magic Wars." (markbourne, take note.)

Also, if you find yourself REALLY pining for something beautiful, or being frustrated by the crowds of London and grey skies, I recommend this panoramic shot of the waters between Bamfield and the Ross Islets off the coast of Vancouver Island (near where the folks got swept of a hiking trail and into the ocea last week - cool video on the news story). It's a super slow download as it's full sized images pasted together - don't look at it unless you've got a fat pipe and even then about twenty seconds. But it really does capture that feeling of being on a kayak out in the middle of nowhere - nothing but fresh air, blue sky, the lap of waves and the bark of seals.
Mano Poderosa

A real cultural issue

The lead developer from our new Romanian development outpost is in the local offices today.

They took him around to meet the team.

I held out my hand for him to shake, and he kissed it.

I am so revolted. I would barely tolerate this from a friend of a friend, much less a peer in a business environment.

I'm tempted to corner him and tell him it's inappropriate behavior, but I didn't want to do it right in front of my boss, whom, I assume, was also creeped out. Or not. It's hard to tell around here.

disco ball

Breaking into the Italian goodies

Fresh out of the gym tonight and I was one hungry monkey! I rushed home and got started on dinner. I had this idea of making a cream sauce - no, a saffron sauce - wait, I'll make both! I had the pretty motz and mortadella stuffed "hand rolled" tortellini from Paolo Atti (went for al dente but think with was a bit too dente, so sad!), COMPLETELY made up the sauce (melted butter, added flour, boiled a fat pinch of saffron in about 1/2 reduced to 1/4 c water, added this to the butter/flour, added cream, and - well, okay, I did peek at the recipe in the Paolo Atti book - kept adding cream until it was "like runny custard"), heated up some rosemary focaccia I also bought at PA, and made a salad of fresh motz, cherry tomatoes, yummy eee balsamic vinegar, and super good olive oil.

The conclusion is that it was very good. We're now both full.

So you know I was completely crazy about not being able to post to LJ while I was gone, right? I only ever saw one internet cafe and we didn't bring our computers, so this helped. However, I had Deep Thoughts (and info about food) I needed to share. One of the big ones was about Xanadu. Why is it so bad? How could it be better? Part of the reason is, I think, because Kira doesn't have a dream. Supposedly all she does is, really, help mortals realize their dreams ... and occasionally fall in love. But what would her dream be? My thought is that she actually would dream about being a singer (very much like ONJ, you see) ... but if we're following the Xanadude plot, she'd be a transexual (John Olivia Newton, you see,) dreaming about being a singer in a club where people of all genders and sexualities could come watch her sing. (Right? Because Xanadu is about inclusiveness, of rock and big band AND cowboy music AND BeBop and blues and zoot suits, and it's totally multi-racial, so this idea works.)

The next question is: what about Sonny? If he has a dream, at what point is it to open a rock club? Collapse ) My conclusion, ultimately, is that Sonny and Kira and Gene are actually workin together to create Consolidated Works. Too bad they never got the rollerskating going there ...