Author: ssw15

  • Nobel Peace Prize

    I love this story on the Nobel Peace Prize – the idea of a professor of economics doing more than being in the Ivory Tower – but finding a basic way of using basic capitalism to help those who need it most:

    The 2006 Nobel Peace Prize was awarded today to the Grameen Bank of Bangladesh and its founder, Muhammad Yunus, for pioneering microcredit — using loans of tiny amounts to transform destitute women into entrepreneurs.

    The Norwegian Nobel Committee praised Dr. Yunus and Grameen for their “efforts to create economic and social development from below.”

    Though it is not the first time the committee has chosen to honor economic development as a contribution to world peace, rather than the more usual diplomacy, rights advocacy or philanthropy, it is the first time the prize has been awarded to a profit-making business.

    The selection seemed to embody two connected ideas that are gaining ground among development experts: that attacking poverty is essential to peace, and that private enterprise is essential to attacking poverty.

    Dr. Yunus founded the bank in his native Bangladesh to lend small amounts of cash — often as little as $20 — to local people, almost always women, who could use it to found or sustain a small business by, say, buying a cow to sell milk or a simple sewing machine to make clothing.

    Traditional banks considered such people too risky to lend to, and the amounts they needed too small to bother with. Dr. Yunus’s simple but revolutionary idea was that the poor could be as creditworthy as the rich, if the rules of lending were tailored to their circumstances and were founded on principles of trust rather than financial capacity. He found that they could achieve lasting improvements to their living standards with a little bit of capital.

    Since its creation in 1983, Grameen has made a total of $5.72 billion in such small loans, and has turned a profit in all but three years, including $15 million in 2005.

    “Across cultures and civilizations, Yunus and Grameen Bank have shown that even the poorest of the poor can work to bring about their own development,” the Nobel citation said.[….]

    James D. Wolfensohn, the former president of the World Bank president, said by telephone Friday that the award testified to “the power of entrepreneurialism.”

    “What it has to do with peace,” he added, “is that it gives dignity to families and hope to families. And it’s the lack of hope that is the greatest cause of bloodshed and intolerance.”

    Dr. Yunus reacted joyously to the news of the prize, The Associated Press reported. “I am so, so happy,” he said in a telephone interview from Dhaka, the capital of Bangladesh, shortly after the prize was announced. “It’s really great news for the whole nation.”

    The son of a prosperous goldsmith, Dr. Yunus has said that his mother’s generosity to the poor instilled in him from a young age a sense of duty to the poor. [….]

    Dr. Yunus, then a professor of rural economics at Chittagong University, gave the woman and several of her neighbors loans totalling $27 from his own pocket. To his surprise, the borrowers paid him back in full and on time. So he started traveling from village to village, offering more tiny loans and cutting out the middlemen. Dr. Yunus was determined to prove that lending to the poor was not an “impossible proposition,” as he put it.

    When he later formalized the loan-making arrangement as the Grameen Bank in 1983, the bank adopted its signature innovation: making borrowers take out loans in groups of five, with each borrower guaranteeing the others’ debts. Thus, in place of the hold banks have on wealthier borrowers who do not pay their debts — foreclosure and a low credit rating — Grameen depends on an incentive at least as powerful for poor villagers, the threat of being shamed before neighbors and relatives.

    The bank’s 6.6 million borrowers so far have paid back 98.5 percent of their loans.

    “We have no guarantee, no references, no legal instrument, and still it works — it defies all the conventional wisdom,” Dr. Yunus told Fortune magazine in a recent interview.

    By contrast, acccording to Mustafizur Rahman, the research director at the nonpartisan Center for Policy Dialogue in Dhaka, traditional banks in Bangladesh, which lend mainly to businesses and affluent families with collateral, have recovery rates of just 45 to 50 percent, and most of them survive only because they are owned by the government and receive large subsidies.

    The Grameen Bank has also transformed attitudes toward women in Bangladesh, a heavily Muslim country, Mr. Rahman said.

    The Nobel citation described microcredit as a “liberating force in societies where women in particular have to struggle against repressive social and economic conditions.”From the start, profit-making was central to Dr. Yunus’s philosophy.

    “Grameen believes that charity is not an answer to poverty,” he wrote in an introduction to microcredit posted on the organization’s Web site in August. “It only helps poverty to continue. It creates dependency and takes away individual’s initiative to break through the wall of poverty. Unleashing of energy and creativity in each human being is the answer to poverty.” [….]

    As for Dr. Yunus, the prestige of the Nobel and the $1.4 million prize money, divided equally between him personally and his bank, may propel him closer to a distant goal: “One day,” he has often said, “our grandchildren will go to museums to see what poverty was like.”

    It’s so inspiring; the idea that people having hope may lead to peace – well, isn’t that what Nobel, the man who invented explosives and felt bad about that, meant to bring to us with his award?

  • Post-Season Week

    Let’s go Mets! Let’s go Mets!

    The sad plane crash in NYC – and the even more sad fact that the deceased pilot/plane owner was Yankees pitcher Cory Lidle. He liked flying, apparently, and “speaking his mind” – as recent as Monday, he called in on WFAN’s Mike and the Mad Dog radio show and engaged in an odd conversation with them on whether the Yanks were prepared to beat Detroit and whether he was misinterpreted in the press by saying “Yes.” I had listened to that interview and thought it was odd – and then this plane crash? Sad – life really is fragile.

    Almost caught up on “Grey’s Anatomy” episodes. Fun show. Cast is getting a bit big for my taste – 12 people?  (I feel big casts tends to lose focus of what the show’s about – you got to be a good writer to pull it off), but still fun.

    “Smallville” moves forward with the Superman/Clark Kent mythos, with the arrival of Oliver Queen aka Green Arrow, who’s almost a Batman-like guy (well, with cool archery stuff and less mental health issues, so far as I can tell; I’m not that up on the Justice League). Apparently, according toTV Guide and – I think Entertainment Weekly too – the guys behind “Smallville” are trying to create a proto-Justice League, by bringing in Green Arrow, Aquaman, Flash, and Cyborg – all to remind Clark of his destiny, just when he’s doubtful of the costumed superhero gig. Can’t say that I blame him – protecting your secret identity and your real identity can be mind-numbing – but, really, Clark – your destiny! “Smallville” also continues Lois Lane’s fixation with superheroes. I must say, the show got more fun once they brought in Lois and more of the Superman/Clark mythos!

    Then again, Thursday nights are tough – way too much good tv on!

    Oh – and Entertainment Weekly – special photo issue was much fun!  Actor Wentworth Miller was most drool-worthy; hot, hot, hot!  And, George Clooney – mmm.  He graced the latest cover of Vanity Fair, and the article was good; but got to love that photo in Entertainment Weekly.
    Back to baseball – talkin’ ‘about … baseball… sing it, everybody! Let’s Go Mets!

  • Post-Season Weekend

    Baseball… talkin’ ’bout baseball… Yeah, Mets! NLCS, here we come. And, too bad for the Yankees. My sympathies to Yankee fans.
    Missed the Pollack documentary on Frank Gehry on PBS, but this was an interesting link

    And, news on the Star Trek auction. Missed viewing the stuff, but really – if they’re selling the stuff, does that mean making new Trek just ain’t happening anytime soon and if they do make new Trek, they won’t be reusing the props anymore like they used to? I mean, good grief, they’re selling Captain Kirk’s chair from the Enterprise, not to mention Captain Picard’s and probably Captain Sisko’s baseball or Captain Janeway’s stuff.

    And, then there’s this: an article on the actors who played minor Trek characters and how they too are loved. Wow – who would have thought that the actor who played Lt. Kevin Riley, the one who most memorably, on an episode of original Trek, burst out into singing an Irish tune when a virus affected the Enterprise crew, is now a professor in a Minnesota university? Cool.

    Coliseum Books may close permanently. Man, that’s not fair. People – there are bookstores in this city to enjoy; please go!

    The infamous Gray’s Papaya will have an increase in price.  Aww.

  • TGIF

    Let’s Go Mets!!! Game 3 tomorrow; you gotta believe…

    The passing of R.W. Apple of the NY Times – the news stunned me, because I had only recently read one of his articles on travel and food. His writing was great stuff to read and vivid. You could tell that he really enjoyed going places and eating good stuff. A nice article in Newsweek by Julia Reed, with her memories of her colleague “Johnny” Apple.

    Bill Moyers on The Christian Conservatives and their relationship with the environmentalist movement – that maybe these aren’t contradictions. Nice move, Moyers!

    Slate’s slide show on John Constable’s art – and how it may have influenced those abroad and Impressionism. I liked it.

    And the little Mars rovers that could

    And, last but not least: the passing of Buck O’Neil, the Negro League great whose legacy is in passing on his knowledge to us and the future.  Like others, my introduction to him was through Ken Burns’ Baseball documentary, where Buck O’Neil was truly something.  Cooperstown should have him there already.

  • Stuff

    Hawaii’s Don Ho on the mend.

    Spumoni – saving New Orleans.

    Profile on the woman behind “Grey’s Anatomy.” She knows her tv stuff. Cool.

    Having a coop in your co-op.

    What’s with them Yankees?  Joe Torre just took out Wang from the pitcher’s mound and now Detroit can almost tie the game!

    And, what’s with the Mets?  The state of the pitchers is scaring me!

  • Do Your Civil Duty: Jury Duty

    Got called up for jury duty; I was due for it since the last time was in summer of 1998 (didn’t get selected; had my LSAT book at the time, and neither cousel in the criminal nor the civil cases were interested in selecting me); so went off to Kings County’s own criminal courthouse in Brooklyn on Jay Street on Thursday and Friday. Won’t go into it too much (am I even allowed to do that?; case is on-going, even if I didn’t get selected to serve on the jury?).

    What can I say… apparently 360 Adams is in the middle of more renovations, so the central Jury Assembly is currently located at 320 Jay (aka 12 Metrotech). The new courthouse (home to the new Family Court and Criminal Court) is nice and new all right – (fake?) wood paneling; glass and metallic veneer – very modern and clean (which probably makes people very happy, or at least not feeling injustice right away). Clean bathrooms (yeah, I would take that into account).

    Jury assembly room itself – nicer than what I remembered of 360 Adams; the chairs were clean and comfy, like airport terminal seating. They tried to put on CNN or MSNBC on the tv’s, but picture was fuzzy. They even have access to the Internet, for those who want to use the computers for e-mail or (at least not illegal) other purposes.

    Got called up for a case: criminal; attempted murder and weapon possession charges. Practically dozing off; it got boring just waiting before we were inside the courtroom. Voir dire. Jurors tired of waiting and waiting and waiting. Civil duty is not appreciated; “time is money”; blah, blah, blah. People so hate jury duty. One lady raised her hand when the judge asked who might have a disability to prevent them from serving; she said “I just don’t want to be here” – which got the judge’s ire. When the judge dismissed us for the day to return at 9am for more voir dire, same lady started bawling and yelling “No!” and tried to approach the bench; bailiffs had to hold her back. Nutty lady. Maybe she was getting angsty because she had preparations for Yom Kippur or other personal matters, but she didn’t have to get so hysterical.

    So, on Friday morning, got selected for voir dire. Got dismissed. Was impressed by the no-nonsense and clarity of the ADA, a youngish female; not so impressed by the ramblingness of the defense counsel – instead of really asking questions at voir dire, he went on and on about how we’re to have an open mind and all that (with the judge interrupting him to correct him on the law at least twice, to instruct the jury that we can’t bring our outside knowledge on the case and, the day before – Thursday, with the ADA objecting at least twice; geez…).

    Anyway, maybe my being a non-uniformed public servant and related to non-uniformed public servants probably wasn’t favorable to the defense attorney or my being a lawyer at all didn’t encourage either side to keep me on the jury. Who knows. At least that was done.
    Got sent back down; half afraid of a civil trial’s voir dire, which would have given me another day of jury duty. Waited. Another group of jurors from the courtroom we were in came downstairs, apparently also not selected (and so the courtroom having completed the empaneling of jurors). After lunch, another hour’s waiting; the clerk dismissed the latter group, which sent my group’s growing ire into more ire. More waiting. Apparently, our cards didn’t make it down from the courtroom; stupid bureaucracy. The natives getting restless, accusing the clerks of not working. Look, I don’t blame the clerks; their jobs are thankless stuff and I’m just glad I don’t work in the clerk’s office; and it’s not like they’ve total control of how cards get around. The system’s not totally electronic/perfect yet. But, instead of being discharged from jury duty at 2:30, I left at 4pm. Ugh. Oh well – now I don’t have to serve for at least 6 years.

    What impressed me, other than the modernity and cleanliness of the new court: the diversity of Brooklyn. The white yuppie from Brooklyn Heights, the unemployed white ex-Legal Aid lawyer; the white media guy from Williamsburg, the Caribbean home health aide from East Flatbush; the Asian lawyer from Bensonhurst (me); the Asian math teacher; the guy from Boro Park; people from Sheepshead Bay and so on. We’re in the same boat.

    The general distaste for jury duty was the one thing that bothered me. I can’t say I’m not one of those; I felt I could be fair, but I don’t want to spend more time in court when I was already out of the office for almost a week for vacation and my own cases’ needing attention. But at the same time, I understand the importance of jury duty. When I heard a lady snapping, “Why can’t they find people who want to do it…” instead of compelling people to come, I just thought – who the hell would volunteer to do jury duty? To do something for a few days of their lives? It’s not like joining the army or Peace Corps, but it’s important. We’re in a world where people don’t even vote voluntarily as it is. I’m not sure what to make of the state of our country when people don’t appreciate the system. We hate doing it, but surely we realize it’s the bedrock of this country. Ok, so we don’t realize it, but…

    Even reading the past week’s NY Times’ coverage on the NYS Court system – well, I just feel troubled, and that’s not necessarily a good feeling for an officer of the court to have.

  • San Fran Recap

    Back in Brooklyn since Tuesday night; got sidetracked due to travel fatigue; errands; and that Great American Dread: Jury Duty (see next post). Below is a Long Post; this is what I get for not blogging for awhile. Hopefully you’ll be entertained.
    See the posts for Thursday and Friday for what my sibs and I did on 9/21 and 9/22 (edited the Friday post).

    Saturday, 9/23: Chinatown. Went to the Four Seas Restaurant that FC and P went to on their SF trip back in 2004 – food pretty good. Probably should’ve gotten more of the dim sum, but didn’t want to splurge (my cheapskate nature getting the better of me).

    Big crowd grew for the Moon Festival events. Cute parade, with dragon dancing and firecrackers and people in costumes.

    Eastern Bakery on Grant – best mooncakes (in my personal biased opinion; we bought two boxes; having sampled the ones from Boston and NYC, when we got home, I can definitely say that other mooncakes have too much of a peanut oil taste that I dislike – the Eastern Bakery mooncakes are quite good… ;-)). Saw that Eastern Bakery highlighted their photos on the wall: that of Bill Clinton having eaten Eastern Bakery’s mooncakes. I figured that it didn’t matter who was president; the bakery would’ve highlighted any major celebrity eating the mooncake. Really interesting tidbit: Eastern Bakery had on the door a publicity photo of Chinese-American actor Michael Paul Chan in his youthful days; he’s the actor whose face is probably more famous than his name (he’s a character actor who gets around a lot for quite awhile; I had thought he was great in the role of the Chinese-American of the 19th Century American frontier in Thousand Pieces of Gold). Apparently, Chan’s the local celebrity who made good for himself; thumbs up!
    Anyway, we saved some money buying the mooncakes directly in SF rather than buying the brand in NY’s Chinatown (where the shipping cost adds almost $10 to the price).
    After plowing through the crowds in Chinatown (I don’t think we spent nearly enough time in Chinatown), we headed off for more sightseeing: Legion of Honor and DeYoung Museum, thanks to the handy dandy City Pass.

    The Legion of Honor museum – fascinating. Medieval to modern art; in the middle of a great piece of architecture; next to… a golf course. Nice lady directed us to a short cut through the golf course. Missed its recent Monet show and its upcoming Lorraine show; otherwise got to see a lot of Rodins. Would have liked to have spent more time, but had to get to De Young to comply with the City Pass Do-Two-for-One Admissions.

    Bus ride to DeYoung Museum – creepy view of Pacific Ocean (fog probably made the creepiness possible, I daresay).

    DeYoung – also another fascinating piece of architecture in the middle of a nice looking Golden Gate Park. Didn’t get to see much of the park, mind you; and modern art’s really not me (although I thought the exhibit on Chinese and Western art interacting in the 19th Century was fascinating). But, quite something to see.

    Dinner at Max’s – appetizer: dungeness crabcake – yummy. Entree: Grilled portobello sandwich – tasty and satisfying; dessert: Niagara Falls cake – ooh, really chocolatey. Podcast attempted until my sandwich came; siblings ignored me as I was on the cell phone for the podcast. Cell phone charger can’t be found; probably left in Brooklyn (to date, still not found).

    Sunday, 9/24: Road Trip! Brother rented car; we visited Palo Alto, driving through Haight Asbury; Stanford – what a beautiful campus next to a beautiful town of Palo Alto; Santa Rosa, where we visited the Charles Schultz Museum (the museum was closed by the time we got there, but the grounds were still open – ice rink for the Woodstock statues auction plus quite a souvenir store/gallery); and then dinner in Berkeley at Cafe Rouge, a moderately priced restaurant recommended by San Francisco for Dummies (yep, turns out that it’s a pretty nifty book). Appetizer: fried green tomatoes. I had the salad with Gravenstein apples (tasty) and grilled corn on the cob on side, and the affogato (vanilla ice cream in espresso and biscotti) for dessert. Didn’t see much of UC Berkeley (it was night), but looked interesting; very much more an urban campus than Stanford (which was its own town).

    Splitting headache that night, as my brother drove up/down the steep hills of SF (sending my stomach reeling) to/from Coit Tower (which is creepy at night; who the hell is there, the apparent prime make-out/time-out for pot area?). I so don’t do hills very well.
    Monday, 9/25: Tour bus to Wine Country. Tour bus driver seemed like an amiable guy who knew his wines well enough. Irritated my brother that the guy didn’t know that the previous day’s Moon Festival events (including the Dragon Boat racing) were Asian/Chinese, rather than… “Hawaiian” (uh, yeah, right). Nonetheless, the Wine Country was just beautiful. Scenery’s great. Wine tasting – ooh. Madonna Estate in Napa in the morning. Tips on the proper wine tasting technique. Lunch in Sonoma (the town) – Maria’s (pizza and other items of the mostly Italian variety). Had the Sonoma wrap – BBQ chicken, bacon, avocado, and veggies; fresh tasting and very satisfying. Sonoma’s a cute town. More wine tasting in the afternoon – Viansa in Sonoma (beautiful views – the Sebastianis giving up some of their land to rebuild wetlands – thumbs up for environmentalism/conservationism) – nice wines plus food tastings of their gourmet sauces; and across the road Cline, where they’re really generous on wines to taste. Really lovely reds and whites, plus Zinfadels. I’ve much preferred sweet red wines, but it was all very good. Cline was also famous for using solar power – enough for its own use and to give back to the grid. Cool. Tour guide there was most informative about history.

    At least the bus ride got us breathtaking views of SF and a drive through Chinatown.

    Then, off to another baseball game: San Francisco Giant v. Arizone Diamondbacks. No playoff contention for either team. SF lost, 7-1, to Arizona. Sibs and I were probably of the bunch booing Barry Bonds, the steriods man. AT&T is a beautiful ballpark – in an urban setting, so easy access; across the street from… Borders? Cool. Plus the water in the back with the people in kayaks waiting for homeruns and a cable car – plus garlic fries from the concession stands. (very garlicky; tasty, but thanks goodness they gave complimentary mints). Game got boring (didn’t help that SF lost so badly – felt bad for their manager, Felipe Alou (most appreciated for his managing the Expos in the 1990’s, in my mind; the Giants players just aren’t there for him).

    Tuesday morning, 9/26 – breakfast at Sears Fine Foods – highly recommended in the travel books, and very well rated for famous breakfasts. I highly agreed – breakfast was delicious and substantial. French toast in sourdough – strawberries and syrup – yummy. My sibs had pancakes – boy, was there a lot.
    Took the BART back to the airport. Flight home. Again: the processed cheese and crackers; cranberry raisin mix; stale chocolate chip shortbread. Dry roasted peanuts. Smoother flight than the one to SF. Onboard movies: the remake of Poseidan Adventure (didn’t not bother watching; fell alseep) and Nacho Libre. Posted my review on Yahoo – essentially, Nacho Libre was a lighthearted movie, good for flights. Some laugh out loud moments.

    Don’t like takeoffs or landings very much; goes to show you what flying does to a person who hasn’t done it in years. Don’t know what to say when, landing at JFK, the pilot says: “Folks, JFk’s not known for being an easy place to land, but that was a textbook landing!” and people cheered when he said it. I mean, I’ve read somewhere that JFK is not easy to land, but to hear it confirmed – well…

    Final thoughts:

    Starbucks really is the modern symbol of civilization; whereever you go, it’ll be there.

    Walgreen’s is SF’s answer to Duane Reade. It’s everywhere you want to be. Considering I’ve only seen two in NYC (one in Manhattan, around the 14th St/Union Sq area and one in Brooklyn, by King’s Plaza), I think I’ve never seen more Walgreen’s than ever after only one day in SF.

    Homelessness and panhandling – well, I don’t know if the problem was that transparent because the hotel was near the border of Union Sq (SF) and the Tenderloin (the not-so nice end of SF), but seeing the sorted assundry at almost every block got irritating. And seeing them in the heart of tourist land by the Tourist Info Center on Market and Powell St – really irritating. Stuck with the don’t-make-eye-contact rule, but them yelling, “Change!” or just sleeping right there on the street one block from the Asian Art Museum (like in a body bag – one moment thinking it’s garbage and then realizing, oh wait, that’s a sleeping person, oh shit) – I mean, really prevalent problem here. You don’t attract tourists that way. Maybe that’s why the Asian Art Museum lacked people that night? On the other hand, we got there by sunset and passed by UC Hastings Law School, so I thought it was safe – but it got really dark and creepy at night – especially upon seeing the creepy folks coming out too.

    Funny how none of this bothers me when I’m in NYC – don’t know why. Thought it was ironic that the same time we visited SF, SF’s mayor was visiting NYC to study how NYC Housing Authority does public housing; considering the homelessness in SF (they take up residence in UN Plaza – good grief, that wouldn’t be tolerated in NYC), maybe this is the urban problem to continue fighting in the 21st Century. I really have taken it for granted that NYC has done a great job to clean up Times Sq and other locations. At least we don’t have panhandlers or homeless sleeping at the front of our City Hall. But, kind of a sad feeling that SF, like any other city, has two extremes: the very rich and the very poor within a two block radius of each other. For all their liberal politics (and I must say that they’ve done a fantastic job to make things more accessible for people with disabilities and to be more environmental), they haven’t suceeded all that much (name me a city that has won the war on poverty, I guess).
    Missed out on seeing more of Chinatown (I really admire the elderly for their climbing up and down those hills; or, as my brother suggested, that’s why they get on the cable cars); the Civic Center (would have liked to have seen the US Court of Appeals and the City Hall); North Beach (Italian food in the West Coast – aww shucks – would’ve liked it…); Nob Hill and the Victorian mansions (well, at least I was spared of yet another hill to send me hyperventilating). Would have liked to have at least walked by the TransAmerica building or walked on the Golden Gate. Perhaps another time; but we squeezed in as much as we could with the running around and despite travel fatigue setting in and giving us headaches.

    City Pass was a useful item; kind of felt like a scavenger search to do the places it had coupons for but great that the public transportation was covered by it.

    Beautiful weather (even with fog – an experience), and interesting stuff sampled. A worthy trip indeed.

  • Friday in the Bay Area

    Morning: breakfast at Lori’s Diner.

    City Pass thing – kept trying to make sure we have it, because we’d end up forgetting in which bag or pocket we misplaced our passes; these passes are good for a week, useful for Muni rides. But, God, do I miss my MetroCard or what.

    Cable Car ride to Fisherman’s Wharf. Really interesting stuff. “Bay Area Adventure” with “Captain Nemo” – all aboard the Blue and Gold ferry tour, and the audio recording of Nemo to give you an ambiance. Really nice views of the Golden Gate Bridge and Alcatraz.

    Pier 39. Really nice – great shopping (love the bargain souvenir shopping).
    Aquarium – nice stuff. Loved the idea of walking underneath the tank, to make you feel like you’re underwater and among the undersea stuff. (“Under the sea…” – oh, God, thinking about The Little Mermaid and Finding Nemo Disney stuff; I so need to get a Real Life).

    Thanks to the City Pass: did Boudin Bakery, which has a museum on Boudin family and the history of baking and French baking style and sourdough bread in the American frontier. Thumbs up on the museum – charming. Plus, bread tasting in the end. Mmm. So love bread. Thumbs down to the Atkins diet for its disfavor of bread, I say! Did the real clam chowder in bread bowl at the Boudin Bakery; have to say that was the best clam chowder I’ve had – well, then again, I usually don’t like clam chowder. Sourdough and soup is quite good.

    Walking to Ghiardelli Sq. Chocolate. Mmm. At least the City Pass allows one to get free chocolate samples. But, buying bargains at the bargain souvenier shopping place at Pier 39 – meant buying Ghiardelli chocolates at almost half the price – far more preferable.
    The climbing up the steep hill to get to see Lombard St., the most crooked street, at its peak – well, I was hyperventilating, to say the least. Real smart to let someone as out of shape as me (despite my trying to do more walks in NYC) and who has fear of heights go up a steep hill. The going up part kept reminding me of the feeling of sliding down part. I was probably not very good company for my traveling companions. Ugh, more of this? The view’s spectacular, but if I’m freaking out just trying to get to the top of the hill… well, cable car, please!

    Oakland Atheletics v. California Angels baseball game on Fan Appreciation (fireworks) night – well, I’ve rooted for the Angels in the past, not big on the A’s, but figured I’d try to root for the A’s since more ex-Mets are there. An ex-Met Marco Scutaro (who’s still cute) helped win the game in extra innings. A’s magic number to clinch for post season is now 2. Fireworks: amazing.

    Brave enough for more steep hills tommorow? Boy, has NYC’s flat gradient and sea level tendencies really spoiled me (my college years can’t count, since campus – while on a hill – was not a drastic slope at all, and you couldn’t tell how high a real hill it is until you (a) stand at the edge of Faculty House and faced Morningside Park or (b) head to Riverside Park and see more heights, or (c) stand on the bridge atop of Amsterdam. Yeah, big slope going down, facing the south and a higher one facing north – none of which had me losing my breath unless I was late for class).

    Anyhoo, tips on how I may avoid losing my marbles (again) are alway welcome.

  • San Fran

    Flight – Delta. Snack – processed cheese and crackers (“ooh, processed cheese…”). Some kind of chocolate chip shortbread which tasted a little stale. Some kind of raisin cranberry mix, which I never did get to eat. My brother took the peanuts.

    Turbulence. Ugh. Was not a good feeling.

    Finished reading John LeCarre’s “The Spy Who Came in From the Cold.” What a chilling book. Very well written, tightly plotted. Tragic. The spy business is ugly, and John LeCarre, the guy who used to be in the business (to what extent, who really knows?) wrote it as such. Alec Leamas, in 1961, is getting sick of the business, but has to do one more mission…. highly recommended.

    Cartoon Art Museum – fascinating.

    Yeurba Beuna Gardens/Metreon – interesting.

    SF MOMA – interesting. But, I’m not big on modern art, I guess.

    Asian Museum of Art – really amazing stuff. So impressed to see one museum on Asian art and its diversity and in such a beautiful building. Why don’t we have that in NYC? Hmm…

    I wonder if NYC spoiled me; SF seems to have more of a presence of the homeless on the streets. Or is it really just me, since as New Yorker, I developed my own mental guard about that?

    Stay tuned.

  • Pre-Vacation… Panic?

    Ok, not really panicking, but kind of got a little frazzled cleaning my office before I left for my 4 1/2 day vacation in San Fran. Tomorrow – off to San Fran. It’s been years since I’ve been on a plane; uh, yeah, I’m a little worried, but hopefully I’ll just sleep it off. I really hope so anyway. At least bring a book to keep me really distracted. Maybe even get to do some writing. Fiction-writing beckons my attention.

    If I do blog, hey, think of it – the blog already has SF as a category, thanks to the FC and P trip. Hmm…  what to do… what to do…

    Oh, and the secret story of Elmo, the furry red monster (who supplanted all the other Sesame Street characters…)