The World of Insufficient Light

- My back went “poing” on Friday afternoon, shortly before we got in the car to go. I threw my cane in the car as an afterthought, but in retrospect it made life a lot more pleasant. It wasn't until mid-week that I was willing to go roaming without it, because I was getting nasty spasms if I stood too long or bent over wrong. This was, however, probably the best possible week to hurt my back, as I had already planned to spend large portions of it lying down.

- I read and played my 3DS on an assortment of couches in our rented house, on my bed, on a lawn chair, and on the beach. (I had the option of additional lawn chairs but the mosquitoes were too much. I got some nasty bites just playing outside with ARR.) I also went to bed at 9pm some nights, and took several naps. This was the portion of the trip I actually considered vacation.

- I actually didn't do as well as Jethrien did in terms of eating lobster—I only had it a couple of times; one lobster roll and twice in assorted seafood dishes. I did, however, eat some form of seafood pretty much every day—and the scallops and mussels were arguably even better than the lobster. I also had a duck burger topped with pork belly, which was delicious and I very much regretted it the next day. I also had blueberries in the form of pie, muffins, whoopie pie, crumble, cheesecake, lemonade, and margarita. I thought the Popovers at Jordan Pond House were very good, but not worth the insane hype. And there is a LOT of good ice cream in Bar Harbor.

- The best cell reception I got all week was halfway up Beech Mountain, which was coincidentally where I was when I got the only call from work while I was away. (Also, I did exactly two hikes, this being the latter one, and they managed to call during one of them.)

- We took ARR to Timber Tina's Lumberjack show (which he very much enjoyed, especially the part where he got to try the big saw). We actually saw a lumberjack show in 2008 in Ketchikan, AK, and by intermission we confirmed that it was very similar because it was run by Timber Tina's brother. (They even had some of the same jokes.)

- I got a set of OiDroids for ARR on a whim, when I was building a collection of things to do on the trip that didn't take up much space. They're paper craft robots that don't require scissors or glue to assemble, which means that I bought a pack of 15 action figures that fold flat. That's a deal! (Also, you can cover them in glitter glue and feel okay about that.)

- Over 20+ hours in the car, the most effective entertainment for ARR was generally either his tablet or singing along to a mix of (mostly) They Might Be Giants, Barenaked Ladies, Weird Al and Laurie Berkner that I put together. But we also played various car games, played with multiple puzzle/game books, colored with crayons and colored pencils, read a chapter of The Hobbit out loud, and napped. The most effective of my pile of “car surprise” purchases was a Rescue Bots sticker book, which should come as no surprise.

- ARR got severely off-schedule via refusing to nap and staying up too late (despite being clearly exhausted from all the hiking he did), so on Wednesday, after a super-cranky morning, I wrestled him down for a nap. I haven't had to do that in months, but it clearly helped. Also, he was in full preschooler pickiness form about food for much of the week, opting mostly to eat potato chips, crackers and cereal. I suspect that some amount of dehydration and wacky blood sugar levels played a role in his moods, as well. We'd remedied a bunch of that by the end of the week. And really, he was generally well-behaved and clearly had a great time, but it's easy to forget that he's four and sometimes acts like it.

- We stopped to visit Jethrien's brother and his family on the way back, and the fact that ARR and his (year-younger) cousin FJG played for two solid hours, effectively unsupervised, with nobody crying? Blew my mind. We need to spend more time with them.

ARR has off from school last Friday, so he went out to Camp Papa and Gramma while Jthrien and I went to work. Then we went out to my birthday dinner (part the first) at Cellar335, a new tiki bar in our neighborhood. Fun drinks, a lot of high-quality pan-Asian tropical-inspired food. Not cheap, but certainly very good.

On Saturday, I did a lot of chores, but I also got a few hours sitting on the couch playing video games, and I got to sleep in. So that was nice. Then Airspaniel was in town, so she came out for dinner and I made homemade bread and grilled meats to put on it.

On Sunday, we went out to Farmingdale for my birthday seafood feast, this time including the biggest honking king crab legs I've ever seen and a whole big dungeness crab. Then my mom made my favorite chocolate cake with a dairy-free marshmallow frosting instead of whipped cream, which made ARR a very happy boy.

My birthday party had a “taco BBQ” theme—I started a pork shoulder in my smoker (with alder chips) at 6:30 am, and 11 hours later it was falling apart tender and smoky. I also slow-cooked chicken in my cast iron with garlic, orange and cilantro to make a sort of chicken carnitas. I served all that with tortillas, rice, beans and assorted toppings. And a triple-batch of homemade guacamole that disappeared in the first hour of the party. We got a bunch of new faces (probably 30 guests in total) and it seemed like everybody had a good time.

Exciting gifts I've gotten include a fidget spinner, a Star Trek watch and apron, the latest Zits collection, the first trade of the new Jughead series, a book on the history of Magic: The Gathering, a copy of Hyrule Warriors Legends for my 3DS, a pair of silver Superman cuff links, and a bottle of Old New Orleans 20th Anniversary Collection rum.

Oh, and as I was taking the trash out after the party, I realized it was Monday night and that I should take the can to the curb. I reach around to grab the far side of the can and my hand hits something fuzzy I can't see...and a squirrel goes flying off the can. Apparently it didn't see me coming at all and I managed to pop it right in the face. As I pulled the can away it freaked out and started running in circles before finally climbing away.

The Kungfu Jianbing food truck is actually very tasty—it’s apparently a popular Chinese street food, and while I’d never heard of it before, I like it. Basically it’s meat, veggies and hoisin sauce in a buckwheat crepe. Also, they gave me a free milk tea with my jianbing, and they make very nice—if, as is typical, problematically strong—milk tea.

I’ve been consistently less impressed by Incrediballs, which is best described as “bro food.” Lots of Sriracha and jalapenos, less actual flavor.

We went back to Miso Ramen and made an interesting discovery: While I was underwhelmed by their miso ramen at our past visit, their shoyu ramen is very nice. Perhaps they misnamed the restaurant.

Of note, in the past few months Porto and Tommy Two-Scoops have closed, and I’m not sure of the state of Union Republic.

On Wednesday afternoon, my throat started getting scratchy. I figured it was allergies--even though it was worse the next day, plenty of other people seemed to be having bad allergy days too and the pollen count was way up. I stumbled through the day and game night. By Friday morning, it was clear that I was not well. I called in sick and went back to bed...and slept until 12:30. Then flopped on the couch and watched Netflix until dinnertime. Yeah.

(Side note: We went to Miso Ramen for dinner, and I found that their shoyu broth is much better than their miso broth. Amusingly.)

On Saturday, I still felt kinda lousy, but improved enough to not cancel my plans. So I met J and Cubby for lunch on the upper west side, and then met up with Jethrien and ARR to go to the meme picnic that Mith and Puel organized. This was an outgrowth from a lunch conversation Mith and I had months ago, about the various foods one could make to match memes. The party included a cake that was a lie, precious cinnamon roll ice cream (too pure), Georg's spiders (an outlier that should not have been counted), creepypasta salad, some breadsticks we stuffed in a bag, the Harlem Shake, some cheezeburger we haz, and my contribution, None Pizza with Left Beef.

This morning, I took the early shift with ARR, but then went back to bed for three hours. I'm still not 100%, but I'm definitely on the mend. And in retrospect, that was one of the nastier colds I can remember having in years.

I’m way overdue on this Reunions post—last week was a bit of a crazy week and apparently I find it harder to catalog my life when I’m stressed.

We opted not to bring ARR to Reunions this year; instead he went out to Papa and Gramma on Friday night; Jethrien went down to Princeton that night to see bandies and attend the Wildcats arch. I did my usual Saturday roundabout, arriving around 10am and leaving on the midnight dinky.

Not having ARR there was definitely the best plan, though it was emotionally mixed. It gave us a lot more flexibility in terms of where we went and who we saw, and took out the worries about naptime and him getting hot, tired or bored. On the other hand, our generation has had its children explosion, and I think ARR would have enjoyed playing with the other kids and I would have liked to show him off. Also, there was an amazing bouncy castle at one of the reunions and the CJL had an excellent parve spread. Especially given the heat I think we made the right choice, but even so.

We hit the Fred Fox concert, then got food from Tiger Noodles and brought it to Campus Club to eat with our friends. We helped Fyrna set up the kegs for that evening, then made trips to Bent Spoon for ice cream. I hung out at the P-Rade for a while with Aethel and made a new friend (who I hadn’t known in undergrad but lives in Brooklyn now), and then headed over to the CJL to see Koleinu and beat the heat. They had air conditioning and pitchers of Moscow Mules; it was a good decision.* I barely made it back in time to march with the ‘05s, but whatever.

Jethrien stayed at the P-Rade and gave herself mild heatstroke in doing so; we only were at the band tent for a little while before fleeing to the Campus Club reception (and, again, air conditioning). We hung out in the TV room (which had become the toddler sanctuary) with a bunch of folks until everything was back to normal, then went up to the library for a scotch-tasting party organized by ’03 bandies. Then to the orchestra concert and the fireworks, which were a particularly good show this year, featuring both Prince and David Bowie tributes and thankfully not featuring that awful ‘Lils arrangement of “Goin’ Back.”

This year, I tried something new and got catering trays of cookies from McCaffrey’s. I think the ideal is a mix of bakery cookies and packaged ones, as the trays seems a little sparse (even if they weren’t—there were a ton left over that got brought down to the tap room) and none of them were kosher. Next year, I think a mix is the ideal. But Koleinu was great and invited the alums up for most of the set (I got to sing the lead for “Hallelujah”), and while attendance wasn’t as robust as previous years it was still perfectly respectable. I pulled the undergrads aside briefly afterwards to give them a spiel about using the alumni board for networking and such.

People expressly told me that cookie night was their favorite part of Reunions (and joked about wanting to endow it). And I think that’s one of those takeaways I need to remember. Whatever happens in future years with Campus Club or with Koleinu, I have created a tradition that other people enjoy, just by sharing something that I enjoyed. Go me.

* Note that I didn’t even bother trying to log my calorie counts for that day; I just called it a loss. Even with all the walking and lifting I did, I’m sure that I netted at least two days of calories. 

- We went on a Celebrity Cruise with my parents over the past week, which featured three sea days and three days in port at Bermuda. (For the record: Four adults and one preschooler does seem to be a decent ratio so that everyone gets to relax and do some fun things.)

- Regarding Celebrity: The buffet was better than Norwegian, though the specialty restaurants were generally inferior (most of them weren’t accessible unless you were in a special class, and only one offered particularly different fare). The line is in general aimed at an older crowd: Norwegian had facilities for families; this was mostly retirees. The kid’s club was lovely (and ARR had a great time there, about an hour each day), but there were only a dozen kids on the ship total. Also, while the food service staff was great, the activities staff apparently couldn’t get their act together. They screwed up my mother’s room assignment (she was a guest lecturer and her room was comped), moved several activities after reservations had already been opened, cancelled activities with no notice, and just didn’t know when or where anything was supposed to be happening.

- Because of the relative age differences, (“Preschool Georg is an outlier and should not be counted”) and his general charisma, everybody knew ARR. He seriously charmed everyone. By the latter part of the week, random people in the halls and elevators would greet him by name!

- Captain Kate was a hoot: She’s only the fifth female captain in the industry (there are now 7, she’s the first from the US), and she looks like Sandra Bullock but tells “dad jokes” and “Confucius says” puns over the intercom.

- ARR’s eating habits on the cruise were actually much better than ours: He couldn’t eat most of the desserts, and we were eating cake after every meal. (I also had sausage and a variant egg benedict from the benedict bar almost every morning; and blintzes too.) He had a lot of fruit and veggies, discovered he likes hard-boiled eggs (egg allergy: clearly gone), and ate a lot of sushi and shrimp cocktails. I invented the “ugly-face salad” one day when he didn’t want lunch, pulling all of his favorites from the salad bar to design a face. (He did drink too much fruit punch, but soy milk was a little tricky to come by—it needed to be specially requested—and he wasn’t complaining.)

- ARR also seemed to master the concept of phone this weekend: He realized we could call my parents’ stateroom and really wanted to do so; and when he called he managed to have real conversations that actually transmitted information!

- ARR’s best line of the week: While my mother was sorting out her room, I commented that she’d just push people until she got her way. ARR got super upset, and eventually stammered out, “You shouldn’t push your friends! We need to find Gramma and tell her to calm down! You don’t push your friends, even if you’re angry!”

- On the first evening, we went to see the comedian. And I hate bandying about the word “problematic”, but he was a very talented, clearly intelligent black man whose routine included a lot of bad black stereotypes clearly aimed at the retired, middle-America white cruise crowd. It was uncomfortably like a minstrel show.

- We tried to take ARR to the production show (“iHollywood”) the following evening. He said “I don’t like it,” for ten minutes and then Papa took him to play elsewhere. The singers were decent (though most of the men were clearly singing parts written for someone else) and the costumes clearly came from Discount Costume Warehouse, but the aerialists were fantastic. Also, they abandoned the Hollywood theme by the second half and ended on an ABBA medley.

- The crew of the ship may not actually know how to measure the temperature: Everyone was insisting that the port days would be in the low 70s. It was definitely in the 80s; I’m not sure what they were smoking.

- On the first port day, we went to Snorkel Beach, which is a man-made beach five minutes from the cruise dock. It’s small and nothing special, but was perfect for ARR, because it’s on an enclosed cove and there’s a little slide…and there was a 5-year-old named Thomas from the other cruise ship who was interested in playing “icky sticky zone” for over an hour. Later that day (and the other two days) we went to the little playground next to it, which is a lame wooden affair that wouldn’t pass helicopter-parent safety standards, but meant that he could do some climbing and digging and work out some of his pent-up energy from the ship.

- ARR’s says his favorite part of Bermuda was the train; that is, the little trolley-shuttle that took people around the cruise dock.

- On the second port day, Jethrien and I went horseback riding. It was a delightful ride: We went through some greenery to one of the pink-sand beaches* and it was a glorious sunny day. The amusing hiccup was that I got the toddler of horses: He constantly wanted to stop to eat the foliage and needed to be “encouraged” to follow the pack; he was the only horse that forgot to visit the little horses’ room before the ride, so we had to stop several times so he could relieve himself; and when we stopped he’d either try to flirt with the mare Jethrien was riding or antagonize one of the other geldings. It felt very familiar.

- We did the ship’s kitchen tour, when they told us about their food production and walked us through the galleys, which occupied a sizeable portion of one of the decks. I’d never been in an industrial kitchen of that magnitude, and it’s an impressive affair, especially since they make their own pasta, bake their own bread, and even make the ice cream fresh every day.

- We tried the most noteworthy specialty restaurant, Qsine. It was billed as a tapas-style place where you could order up to 6 dishes each, and with the waiter and the couple we were eating with goading us on, we ordered 12 different dishes. This went poorly—when the meatballs that were the size of softballs came out (#9) we cancelled the rest of the orders. It was generally all very good, but we waddled out of there and could barely eat breakfast the next day. (This was especially surprising because cruise restaurant portions are usually entirely reasonable: A three-course meal in the main dining room feels like an appropriately-sized dinner, and I ordered a second entrée a couple of times.)

- On the other hand, they did a dinner and a show event on their film deck, and that was great. The film was The One Hundred Foot Journey, and the six dishes (all very reasonably sized) were French-Indian fusion inspired by the film. (The film is fun and well-made, incidentally. Recommended, especially for foodies.)

- The five of us attended family bingo, which was noteworthy in that ARR won a prize and picked out a pair of pink sunglasses that he wore very proudly for the rest of the week.

- We also hit family karaoke, because the time change made ARR attending a later-evening event more feasible. He didn’t seem entirely clear on what was going on, but enjoyed singing “Happy” with Daddy and Papa, and really enjoyed making roaring noises along to the little girls doing Katy Perry’s “Roar.”

- I think we’re all super glad to be home, despite the trip going really well. Back to all of our usual toys, back to our usual foods, and (starting tomorrow) back to our usual routine. There were a lot of family naptimes on the trip (including several I had to wrestle ARR down for), but the one this afternoon was probably the most peaceful.

*They have red coral mixed with the sand; I was reminded of the Hawaiian green sand beaches in that it was actually kinda lame. If we’d made the 45-minute trip just for that, I would have been disappointed.

Okay, fine, it’s not really “media”, but I still file it under “entertainment”.

Mithrigil and I had lunch at Saigon Grill in Jersey City last week, and I had a banh mi (specialty Vietnamese sandwich) for the first time in years. (I hadn’t quite realized how much I was craving one.) It was very nice and I’d totally recommend it.

While walking home a few weeks ago, we noticed a new BBQ place north of Hamilton Park. Determined to investigate, Yelp revealed that it was called Hamilton Pork, and a subsequent visit determined that the BBQ is very good. We tried pulled pork, pulled chicken, pork ribs, beef brisket, roasted cauliflower, French fries and coleslaw. (And by “we” I include ARR, who enjoyed pretty much everything. Most of the menu was safe for him.) The only clunker was the coleslaw, which is kinda bland. I’d like to go back and try both the beef ribs and the baked beans.

Since his retirement last year, my father has formed a weekday lunch club called Men Seeking Pizza. They’ve been trying all of the pizza places in the Farmingdale area and ranking them, typically by the quality of the plain cheese slice. The big winner of the first year was Mary's Pizza, which I got to try this weekend. Nice crust with a good chew, tomato sauce with a strong, distinct tomato flavor, good cheese to sauce ratio. My concern is that it wouldn’t stack up in a toppings competition, because I think the slices are too floppy to support a full veggie pie. In thirty years when I retire and start my own pizza club, my rating system can be different.

- Noises Off (Roundabout Theater Broadway Revival) - This show is so awesome, and they pull it off like a goddamn ballet. Perfectly choreographed. Also brought back a lot of memories for me. (Oh, and Selsdon is being played by the guy who played Niles the butler on The Nanny.)

- South House Jersey City - The drinks are fun, but the food is only middling. Certainly not bad, but not as good as you can find elsewhere. I had the BBQ ribs and potato salad, and in both cases, my homemade ones were better.

- Last week, ARR requested that we go out to dinner at a sushi restaurant. (!!!) We took him to More Express (which is More merged with The Box…or something?) and he took down two pieces of kani sushi, most of a California roll, and a bunch of fried rice. Edamame were not the hit we’d hoped for, as he lost interest quickly, but watching the sushi chef work was apparently fascinating. The waitress commented on how well-behaved he was.

- I’ve been keeping a watch for other concerts to attend, but recently passed over the chance to see Meatloaf (who I’d like to see, but not for $200/ticket) and Sister Hazel (when I realized that they’ve released five albums since I last bought one). I’m trying to see if we can make it to either a Shawn Colvin or Jewel concert; or possibly the best of acappella finals.

- I’ve been setting out traps and poison for mice for the past month, and this morning discovered that a cockroach problem I thought had been solved has recurred. At which point I said, “Screw it, time to call the professionals.” An exterminator I found on Angie’s List will be coming by on Friday, and I signed up for their “one-year everything protection plan.” I’m throwing money at this problem because it’s pissing me off.

- ARR is three years old. How did that happen?

Remember in 2012, when there was an apocalypse, and Twinkies were ironically the only thing that didn’t survive?

So, the Twinkies brands were bought up and they reappeared on store shelves after scarcely being gone. But the new Twinkies are not the same as the old ones. For one thing, they now contain dairy ingredients (which the originals didn’t; it was a major factor in how shelf-stable they were), and they aren’t as good. The cake is chewier, the crème filling is somehow blander. These just aren’t the Twinkies we grew up with.

Also, they come individually wrapped. Everyone knows that true Twinkies come in two-packs!

- We went out to Farmingdale this past weekend, and then ARR started at his new school on Tuesday. I feel like Jethrien covered most of the details. His first day went well—he tried to drag me there early, and then didn’t want to leave, then took a mega-nap when we got home.

- ARR: “I want to put on my helmet and ride my scooter and fall off my scooter and then get up and get back on my scooter.” Which is pretty much exactly what he did.

- McDonald’s (which ARR insists we go to following a haircut) has a new “buttermilk fried chicken” sandwich. It tastes like they reverse-engineered Chick-fil-a; which is to say it’s pretty good and means that you can enjoy that sort of thing without the side of bigotry.

- I smoked sweet onions (Coat in oil, salt and pepper, then ~2 hours with applewood smoke) with came out nicely and would probably be a good way to fill out the smoker when I was doing something else.

- I also did smoked pulled chicken (chicken thighs that I kept in a foil pan so they’d slow-cook in their own juices and not dry out, ~3 hours at 250 with applewood), but decided it’s not so much better than using my cast-iron to be worth the extra time and the hassle. Also, I think I like chicken better with the hickory smoke; the apple is a little too subtle, especially for dark meat.