2006-09-03 :: Pacifica
Pacifica. It's a small town on the coast just south of
San Francisco. We read that there was a
hotel there that
had a campy lighthouse attached to it, and figured that was about as
good of an excuse as any to get us out of the house for a few days. We
packed the Golf to the gills and joined the stream of cars.
Perhaps we should have checked the weather forecast first. It was
overcast, windy, and cold when we arrived in Pacifica, and it felt
like winter the entire time we were there. That's the true NorCal coast
The next day we met up with Tom, Betsy, and Johnny so we could check
out the neighboring beach. While the water was too cold for us, there
were surfers in wet suits all over the place. We walked up the beach
for a while and then warmed ourselves up with a lunch at a place with
a view. Later that day, while monitoring Benjamin's nap in the hotel
room, a small mariachi band played for a little while in the hotel's
courtyard, probably for someone's wedding reception. Kind of strange,
but also interesting, if only because they didn't wake Benjamin
The last day we were there was as gray as the first. Amy tolerated
my need to go for a short walk on a bike path that worked its way up
the hill. Benjamin seemed ok with it all, once he was properly wrapped
up in his stroller with warm blankets. Summer. Yeah, when you're
visiting the coast you have to remind yourself sometimes that it's
still summer and that you should be happy that you're not baking.
2008-02-01 :: Massively Behind Schedule
El Noodle from the future writes:
Ok, so I'm really really really far behind on the updates. The site
is now over a year and a half behind and it's been a long time
since I've written anything at all. I do like having a record of
things, it's just that I only get an hour or two of downtime a
day. I'd like to keep the site going, so I need to find a way to get
caught up. The simplest thing to do would probably just fast forward
and let the last year and a half just disappear. That's not very
satisfying, given all the things that happened since the writing
tapered off. However, trying to write up all the details now is a lost
cause given the amount of time that's gone by and how fuzzy some of
the details have become.
The compromise is that in the next month I will try to get caught
up by writing short versions of the big events that have happened up
until now. The writing is going to suck (more than usual) and the
details will be sketchy. My apologies to the people that we're
skimping on, but I've got to get this thing back on schedule.
2006-07-01 :: Cape Cod
(Once again, Amy picks up the slack and writes.. Tons of
pictures are also posted
in our Kodak gallery.)
For the past few years we've made a trip to Cape Cod every summer. In
general, we try to time it to coincide with my brother's trip to Cape
Cod so we can all hang out on the porch drinking beer together. This
year my brother's trip happened to coincide with Craig's trip to Las
Vegas. Which left me with 3 options:
- Stay home with 6 month old Benjamin all by myself for a week.
- Hang out in Craig's Vegas hotel room with Benjamin while Craig
attends the conference.
- Fly by myself (with Benjamin) to Cape Cod, and hang out with my
extended family while waiting for Craig to finish his conference and join us.
None of these options particularly appealed to me, but I thought
option 3 would be the most fun. At least I wouldn't be alone with a
baby all week. The only really hard part would be the plane trip. I
managed to work myself into a panic over this 5 or 6 hour flight.
What if Benjamin was inconsolable? What if he didn't sleep at all?
What if I had to breastfeed while sitting next to a huge and
unpleasant man? What would I do with Benjamin if I needed to pee?
How would I carry all the stuff and the baby?
I made it through the trip without any horrible incidents.
Benjamin didn't sleep as much as I wanted him to, but he also didn't
scream (much). And there was a woman seated next to me, not a leering
pervert. And I worked out a system for the baggage. You know, you
would think at some point someone would have offered to help me, but
no one did. I'm not sure I would have accepted help anyway. It's a
strange society we live in.
My parents met me at baggage claim and we took a shuttle bus to the
hotel. There was a truly upset child on this shuttle bus, one who had
had enough traveling for a lifetime. Boy could he scream. It made me
feel lucky that Benjamin was taking things in stride.
The next day we made our way to our beach house in Falmouth, with a
stop in Worcester to visit one of my aunts first. It's always great
to be at this house, because I grew up coming here every summer. It's
just a happy place. I was excited to be bringing my child to the same
place I had such good memories of. We all worked on settling in and
getting ready for my brother and his family to arrive the next
Benjamin was starting to get a little freaked out by this point. I
think he missed Craig. And he had a little cold. And was just
generally out of sorts. But really, he was doing pretty well, and so
was I. My parents were helping me out, but still, it's hard to be
away from the routine and familiarity of home. And being away from
Craig made me realize just how much he helps, even though he's only
home for a few hours before bedtime.
The next day Dave, Gretchen, and the 3 kids arrived. The house was
suddenly a whirlwind of activity. I can't really remember much of
this week. Except that Benjamin got harder to put to sleep, and I
missed Craig and his help more and more. I didn't even take any
pictures, even though Craig had sent the camera with me instead of
taking it to Vegas. Which is why Craig had to make a (very cute)
drawing of an air conditioner.
After much pleasant hanging out on the porch and walking to the
beach with Benjamin in a backpack carrier thing (Ergo!), it is finally
time for Craig to join us. Poor Craig takes a red eye. On his
birthday. And then upon arriving in Boston, he gets on a bus to Cape
Cod. Poor Craig. But Benjamin and I are very happy to see him!
Next comes the weekend, which brings lots of visitors. The annual
pre-4th-of-July Block Party is on Saturday. So my cousins and their
kids show up to enjoy the fun. And Kelly, Stephanie, Trey, and Zoe
also come! And so do Todd and Laura! Lots and lots of people in the
house. For dinner, we (Craig and I, Todd and Laura, and the
Kellegouses) decide to try take-out from a barbecue place I saw an ad
for in the Yellow Pages. Amazingly, they had pretty good pulled pork.
It may be easier, from now on, to convince Craig to visit Cape Cod,
now that he knows he can get a bbq and sweet tea fix.
On the night of the fireworks (which was not on the 4th of July for
some reason, though I can't remember why or when they actually were),
there was something crazy in the air and none of the kids would go to
sleep. We had intended to have Benjamin sleep through them, if
possible, but we tried and we tried and he would not fall asleep, not
even for a second. The same thing was happening with Gus, though I
think Ari and Milo were allowed to stay up on purpose. Then, when it
was dark enough, the fireworks began, and we saw that there would have
been no sleeping through it. The whole house vibrated each time
another one went off. We walked down the street to the water so we
could watch the show. Benjamin wasn't scared at all. He was actually
having a great time! It was more fun to watch his delighted face lit
up all green, red, and white, than it was to watch the actual
fireworks. When an especially loud one went off, he would giggle.
We spent a lot of time hanging out on the porch, and going for
walks down to the beach. Every now and then my mom would watch
Benjamin and Craig and I would go for a quick swim. We were also able
to go out to eat without Benjamin a couple of times. One rainy
afternoon the three of us tried to drive to Wood's Hole, but of course
everyone in the area had the same idea, as Wood's Hole is full of cute
little shops. So instead we went to a Thai restaurant in Falmouth,
and then ran over to Dunkin Donuts and bought a dozen to take home for
the rest of the gang. The doughnuts were well received. When aren't
As any trip to the Cape that doesn't include the Island Queen is a
failure (in the wise words of my grandfather, Hampie), we made sure to
make the round trip to Martha's Vineyard one afternoon. Benjamin
loved it when I held is head over the edge of the boat so he could
stare down at the water. Dave and family met us on the return trip,
and my father was waiting on the jetty to wave hello as we came back
into the harbor.
Then it was time to say goodbye to my family, and we headed for
Boston. We had a hotel for a night there, so we managed to have
dinner (burritos!) with Todd and Laura, and lunch the next day with
the Kellegouses. Then we took a cab to the airport and began the trek
back across the country. It was a good trip, but traveling with a
baby is exhausting.
2006-06-27 :: Broiling in Vegas
"On behalf of the whole flight team here at Southwest, we thank you
for flying with us to sunny Las Vegas. Have fun while you're here, but
remember to drink water every chance you get because the current
temperature outside is 114 degrees." Jesus. What am I doing back here
in Vegas? Every time I find myself in this soulless overglorified
truckstop I tell myself it'll be my last. Like always though,
something came up. This time I'm here to present a paper at a
half-baked conference on work I did with an intern of mine last
summer. I don't know if the conference makes this trip better or worse.
As I step off the plane into the walkway that feeds you into the
airport I'm reminded of just how hot 114 degrees really is. You can
feel the heat radiating off the metal walls- it's like some hotbox
they'd use at Guantanamo to cook confessions out of prisoners. Half
way down the pipe I start hearing the slot machine chatter that is the
inescapable voice of Las Vegas. The first time you visit this town the
chatter sounds like opportunity, so cleverly broadcast through the
city in a single rumbling voice. However, the more trips you make to
this town, the more the chatter reminds you of the gurgling noise a
hose on septic service truck makes, as people's souls are sucked out
of their backs, one coin at a time.
I get my bags and walk outside into the shaded heat to catch a van
to my hotel. The other riders in the van are excited to see what their
respective hotels have to offer. At each hotel stop, our numbers
become smaller, with the remaining riders sizing up the recently
departed by the quality of their hotel. MGM? Well, someone has
money. Excalibur? Ok, dungeon master. Hooters? How sleazy. My stop
this week is New York, New York. Maybe my grumpy mood matches what
the rest of the people on the van think of as New Yorkers. Heh.
While I've walked through it before, this is the first time I've
actually stayed in the
New York, New York hotel.
On the outside they have small
versions of famous NYC sites and make the hotel rooms look like
they're part of the NYC skyline. The inside has movie-like versions of
central park and the narrow streets of NYC. Walking through the twisty
maze of NYNY's casino labrynth, I couldn't help but think that the
whole thing really was a lot like NYC, just without the constant smell
of urine. My room was pretty high up, facing towards the Vegas
strip. In addition to a view of all the hopeless ant-like people
streaming along the streets in 114 degree weather, my room has a fine
view of the Coney Island rollercoaster that's been built on the roof
of a lower building in the NYNY casino. As I would learn later on that
night, the roller coaster goes by every ten minutes or so, until a
little bit after midnight. I guess late night noise just adds to the
Since my last visit, Las Vegas has finished its cross-town
As a connoisseur of public transportation, I braved the heat
and wandered across the street to try to find an enterance. It took a
lot more walking than I thought was required, but I finally found the
station and paid my $9 for a round-trip ticket. The ride was pretty
awful, snaking along the backside of hotels and jotting around
properties where the hotels did not want the monorail. Similar to
other monorails, it was a shaky ride that made me wonder how
structurally sound the whole thing was.
At the end of the ride was something that made this whole trip
worthwhile. There, just before the exit turnstyles of the hot open-air
station was a monorail security guard sitting on a stool. In order to
make this outdoor job bearable, the guard had brought an
air-conditioning window unit and placed it on the stool next to
her. When she stood in just the right position, she'd be in this tiny
stream of cool air while the rest of us suffered just a little bit
more from the heat produced by the other side of the unit. It was a
scene that perfectly captured the whole Las Vegas mentality, but one
that I couldn't bring myself to take a picture of. Las Vegas, I've got
to never come back here.
2006-06-20 :: Cutting Cable
Bills.. bills.. bills.. And not the kind that's known for losing
the super bowl either. No, today I'm complaining about all of the
monthly bills that have been clogging up the Noodles' mail
box. Land-line phone with long-distance: $50. Cell phone with
roll-over minutes: $40. Basic Cable TV: $15. Cable-based Internet:
$45. Two-movie Netflix: $15. Pickle-of-the-month membership:
etc.. While nothing really stands out as a bank-breaker (besides our
mortgage), they all add up and make you feel like you're being
nickle-and-dimed into middle-class oblivion.
Throw in the fact that there's a lot of service redundancy and it
becomes even more annoying. Ideally, we'd ditch the land-line and
switch to making all of our calls on the cell phone. However, Cingular
doesn't get great coverage out here, so I often find myself standing
outside whenever we're home and someone calls us on it. Another option
would be voice over IP. However, I don't put much faith in the 911
handling of voip. Plus, we'd still be stuck with cable-based internet,
which is the most bill we think is the most outrageous.
The lack of an obvious optimal solution has resulted in us doing
nothing for quite some time. But then.. out of nowhere, the TV shows
we watch on a regular basis (Lost and 24) all had their shocking
season finales. Once those shows ended, it was clear that there wasn't going
to be anything good on for several months. So.. we decided to take the
plunge and cut cable service (TV and internet) all together. And
that's why we haven't updated the web page in a long time. It's
because we've adopted an Amish life style.
Ok, not really. We in fact ordered DSL Internet service through
SBC/AT+T before the cable went away. The price was unbeatable for the
area: they had a deal where it's $18/month for 1.5Mb/s DSL with free
equipment. They also gave us three free months because we switched
from cable. While cable was a little peppier (3Mb/s), we hardly
even notice since we really don't move that much data these days.
I have to admit that living without cable tv has been kind of rough
for me. You never know how addicted you are to something until it gets
taken away. As a means of getting my tv fix, I've rigged up an indoor
antenna that brings in about 10 fuzzy channels. Unfortunately, seven
of those channels are in Spanish (Telemundo!) and one is in
Korean. The one English channel that comes in really well is Action
36, which has a tendency to alternate between COPS and Tyra! reruns
(no joke- they show two hours of back-to-back COPS every Monday
night). I'd like to say that the endless COPS programming is a
deterrent to watching TV, but like I said, I'm hooked. No, I don't
watch more than a few minutes at a time, but I have to admit there's
that spark of hope in the back of my mind that I'll turn on the tv at
some point and there will be an episode where COPS is driving through
my old neighborhood in Atlanta.
We'll see how long we can go without cable. I feel that my tv
standards can't drop any lower, so maybe we can survive or learn how
to live without it. Bah..