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constant vigilance! and other lessons from being robbed

2008-10-28T15:56:00.002-04:00

My handbag was snatched as I was walking home at night last week. Some dude came up behind me on his bike and grabbed it, and took off. I yelled, but there was no one around, and I happened to be wearing heels that night so the chase was rather short. This happened within a couple of blocks from home, so I ran home, rang the doorbell like crazy and got Seb to call the police.

The night of, I was just shocked. Couldn't believe it happened. I couldn't tell the police anything of much use, since I only saw the back of the guy's hoodie, but I spent most of the night unable to sleep, brooding over the scene in my mind. By next morning, I guess the shock had worn off, and I was really mad. How dare this guy steal my stuff! What an asshole! Fueled by my fury, I spent a couple of hours prowling around the area where my stuff was taken, looking suspiciously at anyone on a bike, to see if the thieves had discarded anything. I kept going over what happened in my mind, to see if I could have done something differently.

I was regretting that I hadn't taken off my shoes and thrown them at the perp as he was making his getaway, when the police called to say that someone had turned my stuff in. Along a little side street within a few of blocks of home, one of the residents had found my bag on a bench in front of their house. Missing was the cash and my phone.

I was happy to get my stuff back - at least I would be spared some of the replacement expenses - but at best I had mixed feelings. I was thankful to the person who had turned my stuff in, but I was still really angry that this had happened at all. But I was also starting to think that it could definitely have been a lot worse.

So the lesson here is this: These things happen when they happen, even in "safe" parts of town, and the best you can do is minimize the chances that the thieves will choose you as their victim. Like, always be aware of your surroundings, especially when there aren't a lot of people around, look around to see if someone is coming up behind you. When in doubt, just take a taxi. Even if you are generally paranoid about these things, the thieves will choose to strike the one time you didn't stick your cash and credit cards in your sock and you're wearing heels instead of sneakers. So constant vigilance! Because it could happen to you too.

Bright red bird at the Biodome

2008-04-28T20:34:00.001-04:00

Little monkey at the Biodome

2008-04-27T22:05:00.002-04:00

Know thyself

2007-11-24T11:13:00.000-05:00

Among the things I've done in the past few months, there are a couple of things I can point to and say "I have accomplished THIS." First is the MCAT that I wrote in mid-September, and the second is the mémoire for my Masters of Statistics. The grueling, torturous struggle I went through to complete the latter, in particular, has driven home the fact that a career in academics is not for me. I'm just not that into it. I'm not good at forcing myself to slog through a research problem for months and months and produce a paper on some undetermined timetable. The satisfaction I get out of it is insufficient. There's always something that could be fixed, something that could be improved, something that should be justified further, explained better. In short, I'm a tad too perfectionist for this, and never fully satisfied with my final product. But at the same time, I really enjoy learning new stuff. I had a total blast the year I was taking courses for my Masters in Geneva. It was stressful, but very fulfilling. Which brings me to the first thing: the MCAT. I studied two and a half weeks for it, starting when I first decided to write the thing. And I got a very good score, in the 97th percentile or so (except for the essay part, I suck at writing essays under time pressure). And this was very satisfying, I felt well repaid for the time I spent studying like a maniac.

So why is this so? In terms of hours spent working, I'm sure I worked more in the year I was taking courses. In terms of acute stress, I'm sure I was a lot more stressed during exam time than at any point in the year I spent working on my mémoire. Yet I felt more depressed, more discouraged, more dissatisfied, and less well working on it. Taking into account my experience with the crazy MCAT business, I think my talent is learning stuff and then taking an exam. And I enjoy it. Which leads me to conclude that I should find a career as a student. Anyone want to hire me as a professional student?

Things I miss

2007-11-18T14:06:00.000-05:00

This weekend is the wine festival in Bourgogne. We went both years we were in Geneva, taken there by some generous wine-loving friends. These two occasions are among my fondest memories of Europe. (I confess that thoughts of the wine figure rather more prominently than they perhaps should in my daydreams of living in Europe again.) As I think back to the good times we had, I can almost smell the wine fermenting in oaky barrels ... the dim lighting in the wine cellar ... the crunch of the salty homemade crackers in between mouthfuls of wine ... racks upon racks of dusty wine bottles...

Here are a few pictures, while I go soak in the nostalgia...

"Mais du Bourgogne tout le temps." Indeed.

Winter is coming

2007-11-07T18:42:00.001-05:00

Today, as I was walking through Rittenhouse Square, I saw a little three or four year old boy chasing pigeons. I couldn't help noticing that the pigeons were looking rather more plump than usual. Stocking up for winter, no doubt.

So much for sleeping in

2007-07-29T09:51:00.000-04:00

A bunch of workmen are doing some heavy work in the apartment next to ours, which apparently involves a circular saw and a lot of banging and hammering. They started at 7am today. A Sunday morning. In Switzerland, they would be shot.

Miroton

2007-06-19T22:36:00.000-04:00

This is from waay back when we last made roast beef, and while the roast beef itself was really good, the miroton I made from the leftovers was totally out of this world. A miroton is basically made from thin slices of leftover beef baked in a stock in the oven with butter-melted onions. I added some mushrooms to the mix as well. Luckily I had quite a bit of gravy left over from the roast beef, which likely boosted the yumminess quotient by 200%. First I sweated a good quantity of onions in a pot very slowly with some butter for about 40 minutes. Meanwhile, I sliced and sautéed the mushrooms, and sliced the leftover beef thinly. When the onions were ready, I deglazed them with some red wine vinegar (also characteristic of a miroton), and added the gravy and mushrooms. I also added a healthy portion of wine and let it simmer for a while. I arranged the slices of beef in a shallow baking dish, and poured the sauce over them, so that they were all more or less covered. Then I sprinkled the top with breadcrumbs and baked it for an hour and a half or so. Roast beef will initially toughen if you recook it this way, so you need to bake the miroton for an hour or longer. This was serious, serious deliciousness: the kind where you lie awake at night remembering how good it was a month later. Mmm. Now I'm contemplating making a roast beef just for the miroton that is to follow.

Talk about mollycoddling!

2007-06-19T20:41:00.000-04:00

A Japanese girl who's been studying english in Philly for the past 6 months called me up last night. I had invited her to a couple of parties chez nous, but I hadn't heard from her in months. She's going back to Japan next Monday. She said she has all this luggage, so she's thinking of calling a taxi to get to the airport. Sounds like a good idea, I said. Could I tell her how it's done? Umm, okay, hold on, let me look up the phone number of the taxi company... You just call and ask them to send a taxi to your address. They might want to know the airline and your destination, so you should have your itinerary in front of you, I said. After a short pause, she asked if I could call a taxi for her. Ummm, okaaaay, I suppose I could. (Although if you can't call a taxi for yourself after over six months of language school in another country, clearly there is something wrong.) I know and I sympathise with the difficulties in learning a language, and particularly for shy japanese people. But I would like to think that I would be too ashamed of myself to ask someone else to call a taxi for me after having studied the language intensively for six months. At the very least, I would offer to buy the person a coffee or something.

Brr ... yet again

2007-05-16T22:31:00.000-04:00

Since I arrived back in Montreal, the weather has been gorgeous. Warm, very sunny, but not too hot. Until yesterday, when it started to rain. Now it's 3 degrees celsius, and raining. And cold. They've shut off the heating in the building (it is the middle of May after all, we're more likely to need the air-conditioning), so I've resorted to wearing big sweaters. The weather forecast says it might snow tonight. Did I mention that it's cold? I feel like curling up in a nice warm blanket with a good book.

Going through my stuff

2007-05-15T15:18:00.000-04:00

I'm trying to go through the stuff in my room, getting rid of junk and packing stuff I want to keep in boxes. Not an easy proposition. I am rather attached to my stuff, and even though I haven't needed these things in the years I've been away, I still have psychological difficulties letting go of it. Old photos and keepsakes, bringing back so many memories! ... and other assorted junk. One thing is certain however: I should never need to buy any more pens or pencils ever again in my life. I've found piles of old pens and pencils, because every year when I was in school I bought new ones without disposing of the previous batch. (It was part of the back-to-school ritual: new pens and notebooks = fresh new start!) Now I have more pens than I or anyone in my family could possibly need. Knowing myself though, this will not stop me from buying new ones.

Home sweet Montreal

2007-05-13T22:34:00.000-04:00

Back home in Montreal - I still think of it as home, even though it's been four years or so that I haven't really lived here. I was walking randomly through the downtown area the other day, just soaking up the atmosphere, thinking how great it is to be back. As I was walking, I could feel a whole layer of - something - peeling right off. Self-defensiveness (is that a word?), or aloofness? It's not that I actively worry about getting mugged in Philly, but certainly I feel the need to be more vigilant when I'm there. I generally act rather like I don't see anyone when I'm walking in Philly, a sort of preemptive measure against solicitations and aggressive panhandlers. (Perhaps this is also why I see so many more people talking into their cell phones as they walk in Philly compared to Montreal.) Here, I feel so much more comfortable just sauntering about, looking at the people and buildings around me, a simple "non, désolé" sufficing to turn down a panhandler on the street corner, with a smile if he wishes me good day.

Be thankful for your toilet

2007-04-30T14:26:00.000-04:00

Yesterday, there was a water leak in our building in the apartment just below us, flooding several apartments. We were lucky enough to escape that, but our cold water was shut off for the day until the plumber came in this morning to fix it. We did have hot water, it wasn't too much of a problem. Except for the toilet. Every flush of the toilet required two trips to the kitchen sink to fill the bucket with hot water, opening the toilet tank, pouring the water in, etc. Because of this, every toilet use was carefully considered and weighed - is it worthwhile to go right now? Can it wait? So today I am particularly thankful for having a functioning toilet. (Seriously, if there's a flu pandemic or some sort of massive emergency and we lose our water, we are so screwed.)

Something old, something new, something seasonal

2007-04-28T11:19:00.000-04:00

I start planning a menu from the moment a dinner party is in the works. There are several factors to be considered: the number of guests, any dietary restrictions, how much time there is to prepare, etc. The main dish - usually meat - is generally the first to be decided. The appetizer and the dessert are generally settled upon next. With the general framework of the dinner menu set up, I start filling in the details - what kind of soup? what kind of salad? what vegetables to serve with the meat? I consult recipe books and recipe notes, and start making lists. A list of ingredients, a list of courses, shopping lists tailored to shopping destination, to-do lists ... I would be lost without them.

Most courses are made up of old standbys, foods we have made before and are confident of pulling off successfully. However, I do try to include at least one new thing in the menu that we haven't tried before. For our big dinner last week, our new thing was the trou normand. A trou normand can be considered as a palate-cleanser or refresher between the first and main courses of the meal. It is also thought to aid digestion and stimulate the appetite in the middle of a long meal. The traditional Normandy version is a shot of Calvados (apple brandy), although more recently it's served as a bit of Calvados poured over some apple sorbet. These days there are many variations, although the common factor is the combination of a sorbet with a spirit. We decided to go with a lemon sorbet and vodka combination. We made the sorbet the night before. The important thing about making sorbet without an ice cream machine is to take it out of the freezer every once in a while, to break up the ice crystals with a hand mixer.

I also try to include at least one seasonal food item in the menu. This time, we decided to go with asparagus in the soup, as in a cream of asparagus. The soup was also made the night before - if I may add, with the chicken broth I made a few weeks ago.

So the final menu we settled upon looked something like this:

Cheeses
Moules Marinière (mussels in white wine sauce)
Salade de Chèvre Chaud (grilled goat cheese salad)
Cream of Asparagus soup
Trou Normand
Roast Beef with gravy
-baked potato with sour cream and green onion sauce
-maple-caramelized carrots with almonds
Crème Brûlée

We always question whether to serve the cheese at the very beginning of the meal, or at the end like the French do. (I like to serve them at the beginning, because people are generally too full to enjoy the cheese by the end.) We were a bit lax with the roast beef and the crème brûlée, resulting in an overcooked roast and water in the crème. (I confess I was rather tipsy by this point in the meal as well.) This was rather unfortunate, because the rest of the dinner went off rather splendidly. (Well, I guess there was also that problem with miscounting the number of guests.) Fortunately, our guests were gracious about it. We topped it all off with a bottle of Canadian ice wine. Delicious.

I can't count

2007-04-24T10:42:00.000-04:00

We had a dinner party on Saturday evening. Giving nice dinners is something we like to do, and generally it takes several days of preparation. So I was going to write a series of rather pretentious blog posts on planning and hosting a nice dinner party, from menu planning, shopping for ingredients, preparing the food, etc. I even took a few photos of the preparation process. The cooking started in earnest on Friday evening, and all day Saturday. By Saturday at 5pm, I had laid out a nice tablecloth on our dining table, and Seb had set the table for 8 people (the maximum possible, as we have only 8 chairs in the apartment).

Saturday evening just after 7pm, our guests start arriving. When about half our guests were assembled, is when the realization hits me. Holy crap, we are NINE. NINE people. Now, I'm rather prone to full-blown panic in these kinds of situations, but luckily Seb stepped in before the panic-meter got too high. "I'll just go borrow a chair from our neighbours," he said, cool as a cucumber (never mind that we barely know our neighbours). And thus, disaster was averted. Thankfully, the food worked out. The only number-specific food that we didn't have enough of was the baked potato (I had only made eight), but the table was so crowded that I don't think anyone noticed. In retrospect, I can't believe I could've mistaken the number of guests: I counted them last week, more than once. But I laugh at it now, and it's situations like this that remind me never to be so cocksure of myself.

Brrr

2007-04-16T16:59:00.000-04:00

Two weeks ago, it was 27 degrees celsius in Philadelphia, the flowers were blooming, and people were out and about in shorts and t-shirts. We were even obliged to turn the air-conditioning on a couple of times. Then, spring stopped dead in its tracks. The temperature dropped down to 5 degrees. "Ah," thought I, "a little cold snap. Well, I'm from Canada, I can take it. Besides it won't last long." People went back to wearing their winter coats and scarves. It snowed. It's been two weeks since we had warm weather. Today I went out with a scarf and gloves, and I WAS STILL COLD. Là, c'est assez. Give me back my spring!

On unexpected guests, and tidy apartments

2007-04-14T09:28:00.000-04:00

I am not a cleaning kind of person. While I do prefer clean to mess, and I have made several resolutions to clean more often and more regularly, I just don't enjoy it. Our apartment has a tendency to devolve from tidy to messy, and stay that way until we're expecting guests over. Only then am I sufficiently motivated to clean the place.

Thursday evening, as I'm making supper (Japanese curry, if you're curious), I got a call from Seb:
"Plam's at the airport. He'll be arriving as soon as he figures out the public transport to get to our place."

It had been a few weeks since we had anyone over, so our apartment was starting to be on the messy side. Moreover, this was rather short notice. I confess I was rather panicked. Plam undoubtedly remembers the unholy mess of Seb's bachelor apartment days but ... well, I have certain standards to uphold. Cue Benny Hill music as I tidied up the apartment on speed, cleaning the bathroom in record time, vacuuming the kitchen with one hand whilst stirring the curry pot with the other. Plam arrived just after I finished my frenetic cleaning session. We had a nice dinner, and I hope he is none the wiser. (Until he sees this blog post, I guess.)

There is a lesson here, which I hope I will take to heart, about keeping the apartment presentably clean at all times.

Sake Festival

2007-04-11T22:22:00.000-04:00

Seb and I went to the Sake Festival tonight. It's one of the events in the Cherry Blossom Festival that's going on right now. It felt a bit like a convention slash buffet. There were tables serving food, and other tables serving sake. You basically went around, picked up a small plate of food here, a little cup of sake there, etc. I would have liked to ask more questions, but the people behind the tables were pretty busy serving people. And there were A LOT of people attending. I suppose this makes it a success. The first table I approached was serving little cubes of yellowtail with a cilantro/olive sauce (I think) which was quite yummy. But I asked the girl behind the table what kind of sake I should have it with, and she said "that's a good question. Honestly I have no idea." Hmm, I thought I would be learning about sake/food pairings here?! Some tables did have little tasting notes such as "try --- sake with the teriyaki chicken from *** restaurant!" but I wasn't about to fight my way through the crowds just to find it. Can't say I learned much about pairing sake with food, but there was good food, and there was good sake. I can't complain much. One of the most popular foods was the sushi from Genji Sushi. They were making an endless stream of salmon nigiri at their table (salmon in Japanese is sake), and people were eating them faster than they could churn them out.

Tooth extraction update

2007-04-11T21:39:00.000-04:00

I'm sure you're all fascinated. :) I went to the dentist's again this morning to get the sutures out. I had to go to the other office because my regular dentist is on vacation. (Incidentally, he only works three days a week as it is. Nice life he has, no?) There was some minor difficulty in cutting the sutures; they hadn't loosened during the week, and my gums were swollen in that area. It pinched a bit, and the dentist mentioned that he might have to numb the area, but he got it in the end. It actually hurts less now. I still get something of an ache in my jaw, but nothing the Motrin can't handle. Seriously, I am impressed by the effectiveness of the Motrin.

Hey cool

2007-04-10T21:53:00.000-04:00

Just now, I noticed that peope have been leaving comments here and there on my blog for the past couple of years. I hadn't even seen them until now. Wow, there are more than 2 people reading my blog??

Broth

2007-04-10T12:13:00.000-04:00

I started making a chicken broth this morning from the bones and bits of the roast chicken from a few days ago. After a few minutes of cooking, it started to smell so delectable that I was compelled to take a picture:

What? You say you can't smell it?

UPDATE: This is how it looked a few hours later:

Mmmm.

Countries I've been to

2007-04-06T09:39:00.000-04:00

*sigh* I guess I've still got a ways to go ...

create your own visited countries map

Wisdom tooth-less

2007-04-04T22:23:00.000-04:00

Today, I got my fourth and last wisdom tooth removed. I've been getting wisdom teeth removed for the past three months or so. The top two were not too bad, it was just like getting a regular tooth removed. The bottom two were impacted, so it was a bit more complicated. It involved more numbing, more time, more dentist tools, including the one that makes the whirring chainsaw noise. The previous one (bottom left) took significantly longer to heal than the top ones, so I'm guessing it'll be the same for the one that got taken out today too. Since this was the fourth time, I knew more or less what to expect. I don't really know what the dentist is doing in my mouth though, because I can't see or feel anything. So I occupy myself in the dentist's chair trying to guess what he's doing. "Hmm, what's he going to do with that hook thing?" As far as I can tell, he seems to have sliced my tooth apart using the whirring tool (releasing a pungent smell of burnt tooth?) before pulling it out today. I'm rather interested in how it was done, but I didn't want to know beforehand - the less you think about it in advance, the better. But I may ask at my next appointment. Seb told me last week that you could see what's happening in your mouth reflected in the dentist's glasses. I didn't want to see - I'm sure it was all rather bloody, and it made me quite thankful for local anesthetic.

So I will likely be on a steady course of Motrin every six to eight hours for the next week or so, if it's anything like last time. Thank goodness for ibuprofen.

Changing the time

2007-04-03T21:41:00.000-04:00

When I got this laptop - oh, just over 3 years ago - I was spending several months in Japan. My first time living in Japan as an adult. Naturally, the clock was set to Japan time, or GMT+9. When I returned to Montreal, I didn't change the time. When I went to Switzerland, I didn't change the time. When I arrived here in Philadelphia, I didn't change the time. Until today. Just now, I set the time zone to GMT-4 (due to daylight savings time). So for the first time in 2.5 years, my laptop is showing the correct time.

Update: Damn. One reason why I changed the time on my laptop is because blogger keeps giving an incorrect post time for all of my posts. I thought this might fix it, but apparently not. As far as blogger is concerned, I'm still in Europe. So unless I fix the time manually, you should mentally subtract six hours.

Update2: I found it. In blogger Settings -> Formatting. So now you should be mentally adding six hours to the times for any previous posts.

Washable sofa

2007-04-03T15:34:00.000-04:00

We bought our off-white IKEA sofa second-hand. While the colour is not ideal (it shows dirt - any dirt), it was the only comfortable sofa in the used furniture store that wasn't covered in grotesque flower patterns. Fortunately, all the cushion covers are machine washable, so whenever we get something on it (chocolate is a frequent culprit) I throw all the covers in the washing machine. After several washings though, a new problem is becoming apparent. While the cushion covers are becoming whiter and whiter, the rest of the fabric covering (which did not look particularly dirty to begin with) looks dingier and ... much less white in comparison. This is unfortunately most apparent where cushion meets rest-of-sofa.

"Do you see a difference? I see a difference."

I suppose an upholstery cleaning is in order.

My laptop is dying: a profile in procrastination

2007-04-01T17:05:00.000-04:00

My laptop has been dying for the past nine months or so. Our apartment in Geneva was pretty dusty (you should've seen the mounds of dust that came out when we opened the desktop), and my poor laptop choked. The fan sounds like it's stuck on something. Like, try imagining how it would sound if a semi-large insect flew into a small fan. Yeah, like that. So since then, I have tried various remedies, mostly temporary in nature, from aerosol dusters to ice packs, to holding my laptop at just the right angle, to using a laptop cooling pad. These have offered a temporary respite from the cringe-inducing fan choking noise, but it always comes back. You may be tempted to say, ah, the solution here is simple: just open up your laptop and clean it out. Well, I tried, several months ago. My laptop, which is a Toshiba dynabook C9/214LDEW, opens from the keyboard. There are a few screws in the bottom that I took out, I snapped out the plastic cover just above the keyboard, took out the screws holding the keyboard in place, lifted out the keyboard. To the left were some slots for extra RAM, and screws all around the base of the keyboard. I took them all out, being careful to note where they came from, and then ... nothing. I could not get any further. I could not reach the fan, despite it being only half a centimetre away. So I put it all carefully back, and have been living with temporary solutions ever since. Opening it up and cleaning and/or replacing the fan is likely the only permanent solution. The worst is that each temporary solution eventually stops working, and I'm forced to look for something new. But each time I find something that works, I am lulled into a false sense of security, thinking maybe this time it will keep working. And so I put off backing up the important stuff on my laptop, so I can open it up for surgery again, putting it off and putting it off, oh it'll be okay for another little while, until ... the fan has another asthma attack. And I immediately feel guilty for not having backed up my stuff because after all I KNEW this was coming, and then I have to look for a new solution. Rinse and repeat. So what does this tell us about human nature, or my nature at least? (Well, I tend to procrastinate a lot, but we already knew that.) I don't feel like coming up with a pithy moral for the rest of you, but I can't help but feel the force of procrastination, to the point of destruction. How is it that I know that I should do something, and that doing it will bring positive consequences, and I know in addition that NOT doing it will bring very negative consequences, and yet I still don't do it? And when I get a temporary reprieve, why do I STILL not do it? It's pathological and self-destructive.

Anyway, today I finally copied over my photos, my work, my music, and various other odds and ends onto Seb's shiny (relatively) new 500 gig hard drive. With the fan squeaking and sounding like it was going to die the whole time, I gritted my teeth and was determined - DETERMINED - to open my laptop up and fix it damnit. After hitting it on the rear though, it went back into remission. So once more, I feel the tug of "oh, it'll be okay for a while now, I'll just go surf the web for a little bit..." At least this time my stuff is backed up.

Oh boy.

2007-03-14T10:52:00.000-04:00

http://www.philly.com/mld/philly/16899220.htm

http://cbs3.com/topstories/local_story_072172732.html

"Police are searching for a suspect who shot a man in the head on board a SEPTA bus in North Philadelphia Tuesday afternoon. Authorities said a 45-year-old man was shot twice in the head while riding the Route 33 bus near 22nd and York at about 5:00 p.m."

The Host

2007-03-10T17:14:00.000-05:00

Today I saw "The Host", a Korean monster movie. I don't watch many movies, and almost none that could possibly be tagged "horror". But this movie wasn't gory, wasn't too scary, and there were several ridiculous/funny moments that made me laugh out loud. Overall, it was a good movie; it was well-made and I liked it.

Watching this movie, I was struck by the cultural similarities between Korea and Japan. The setting, the family interactions, the body language, the character archetypes, the cultural norms. The one discordant note might be the ease with which guns were obtained, but that's about it. With the sound off and no korean signs in the background, I would believe you if you told me this was a Japanese movie.

Dear Philadelphia Gas Works,

2007-03-09T03:40:00.000-05:00

Was is really necessary to start drilling down the street at a quarter to 8 this morning? Really? Was it really so urgent that it couldn't wait an hour?

Oh, and thanks for stopping just after I was fully awake.

Seen on craigslist

2007-03-06T14:33:00.000-05:00

From an ad offering to pick up any of my junk (emphasis mine):

I reuse, remake and/or rebuild practically anything and everything! Let's help save our Earth by recycling and reusing...(Must be able to fit in my SUV.)...

Today I am sick

2007-02-26T20:03:00.001-05:00

That is all.

Collision course

2007-02-25T21:18:00.000-05:00

Our apartment here in Philly has a single, albeit large, window in the living room. Early this morning, I was awoken by a loud THUMP from the direction of the living room. "Eh," I thought sleepily, "someone must've thrown a snowball at our window." And I promptly fell back asleep. Later, after getting up, I realised that (a) there is no snow on the ground, and (b) our apartment is on the 4th floor and thus not readily accessible to snowball throwing. Curious as to the source of the thump, I started to look closely at the window. In one of the panes, I found a bit of a greasy spot about the size of my palm, in the middle of which was stuck ... a couple of small feathers. I think an unfortunate bird flew right into our window, and pretty hard judging from the sound it made. I hope it was okay.

Not okay.

2007-02-18T22:30:00.000-05:00

A lot of people got shot in Philly last year:
http://www.philly.com/mld/philly/16722878.htm

"Like the city's homicides, the shootings were most numerous in North Philadelphia, West and Southwest Philadelphia, and parts of South Philadelphia." Which leaves what part of Philly...?

Philly.com has a helpful interactive map of shootings in 2006. While I'm at it, here is the interactive map of homicides in 2006.

Ninja squirrel

2007-02-18T11:27:00.000-05:00

Rittenhouse Square: A squirrel, chased by a little girl into a garbage can, takes a heroic flying leap from the rim to the trunk of a tree over five feet away with nary a loss of altitude. Landing on all four paws, it quickly scrambled to the other side of the tree trunk, where its little head could be seen spying on the enemy. The little black ninja outfit and the miniature shuriken were perhaps a figment of my imagination.

Road work

2007-02-17T16:18:00.000-05:00

There is apparently a piece of road work so urgent that it must be done at 10pm on a Saturday night on the corner of the street where I live.

La Fille Sur Le Pont

2007-02-17T00:31:00.001-05:00

Love this scene!

On homicides in Montreal and Philadelphia

2007-02-16T12:23:00.000-05:00

So far in 2007, Montreal has had 7 homicides, of which 6 are street gang related. This has fueled a slew of articles about street gangs in Montreal in the Canadian press, and speculation of a gang war quickly quashed by police (links from the montreal city weblog). Just to say, 6 gang related homicides in 6 weeks in Montreal is considered newsworthy, and is considered to be a serious problem.

Meanwhile, Philadelphia has had 47 homicides (this comes out to roughly one homicide per day this year). I've gotten used to seeing the phrase "no arrests have been made, and police are still trying to determine a motive" in these articles. There is a general acknowledgment that Philadelphia has a high homicide rate and that this is a problem, but nothing much seems to be happening to deal with it, other than people talking about it and saying how it's a problem.

For comparison purposes, the population of the city of Montreal is around 1.5 million. The population of the city of Philadelphia is also around 1.5 million. (Note that the Philadelphia metropolitan area is more populous than that of Montreal.) Sure, Philly is a big city, and big cities often have lotsa crime, but this is inexcusable. I find the violent crime rates here in Philly put a serious damper on the quality of life. One big reason why I still pine for Montreal. I'm still looking for violent crime stats (ie. not just homocides) for both cities, and hopefully will post something on that later.

Wine in Philly

2007-02-03T22:10:00.000-05:00

Buying wine in Philadelphia is a dicey proposition. In Geneva, or in Montreal, there are fairly knowledgeable people employed by the wine shops (or even grocery stores), who will recommend you a good bottle of wine if you ask for advice. Here, not so much. We were very lucky in that there was a very good guy at the wine store down the street who knew a lot about the wines and recommended some excellent ones at good prices. Then about a month ago, he quit his job. At the time, I did not realise the extent of the tragedy.

Today, I went out to buy some wine. I plan to make a Boeuf Bourguignon tomorrow, so I was looking to buy some bottles of red Bourgogne. I asked the cashier if they had someone who could make wine recommendations. He pointed to an employee walking down one of the aisles. I asked her if she could recommend a couple of bottles of red Bourgogne. She took me down the aisle of domestic wines and pointed out to me the huge 3 litre jugs that are labelled "Burgundy"! Okaaay, I said, maybe we could take a look at the French ones ...? She took me to the section of French red wines, where she picked up a bottle of Côte-du-Rhône and started reading the label to see if it came from Bourgogne! At which point, I realised that this was an entirely useless exercise, thanked her for her help, and told her I would just browse the wines myself.
Not such an easy proposition, you know. The french wines were not grouped by region, so I had to look at each bottle individually. And I discovered that they had very few red Bourgognes in that store - lots of Châteauneuf-du-Pape and Bordeaux though. But hey, does it really matter? It's not like anyone cares - except the occasional wine customer. Sorry, I'm becoming a Pennsylvania wine cynic.

Honk if you're happy Italy won!

2006-07-09T19:01:00.000-04:00

Beep-bip-beeep-beep-beep-beeeep-bip-beep-...

Yep, that's the sound of happy football fans. It's 1am in our quiet residential neighbourhood, and the we still hear cars honking like mad. I never realised until this World Cup how crazy the fans go. And by "fans", I mean the general population.

Chocolate milk for diabetics

2006-04-15T10:42:00.000-04:00

Ideal for diabetics. Only in Switzerland. (I'll bet it's pretty good, too.)

Haircut!

2005-09-17T09:29:00.000-04:00

I finally cut my hair. The last haircut I got was two years ago, right before I left for my solo Europe backpacking trip.

Seb got a haircut too. His is less noticeable though.

In Soviet Russia

2005-08-12T10:41:00.000-04:00

Yesterday, I received a letter in the following FedEx envelope:

Yes, opened by U.S. Customs. Neither origin nor destination was in the U.S. What next? Censors?

[Update: I hadn't noticed until now, but they actually opened the letter inside as well. I can't believe it. It was a letter of recommendation from a prof, so the fact that it was opened kind of renders it unusable. The lesson here is not to use FedEx anymore, because they'll open your mail.]

In peripherally related news, I don't believe I will ever transit through the States again.

http://www.cbc.ca/story/world/national/2005/08/11/arar-lawsuit050811.html

The opening paragraph:

A senior lawyer for the U.S. government has told a judge hearing a lawsuit over Maher Arar's deportation to Syria that foreign citizens passing through American airports have almost no rights.

Fireworks

2005-08-09T15:52:00.000-04:00

Last Thursday marked the beginning of the Fêtes de Genève. I went to see the fireworks by the lake with Seb, Ian (he was visiting us for a few days), and Hiroshi (I'm teaching him a bit of french). Since we were up close, we got a really good view. They were pretty spectacular.

Later we stopped by one of the kiosks for some drinks.

Josh's visit

2005-07-10T16:37:00.000-04:00

Josh came to visit us back in April. It happened to be very cold that weekend. It even snowed!

Josh writing postcards.

Josh buying delicious "Pave de Geneve" chocolates.

We climbed the church tower of St. Pierre. It was windy up there! Nice view though.

Back at home.

Our apartment in Geneva

2005-07-09T17:32:00.000-04:00

Here are the long-awaited photos of our apartment I took several months ago. It was when Seb was away, which is why the place is so clean. Things don't look quite the same anymore, because we've changed the furniture in the living room. But you get an idea of what it looks like. First the bedroom.

The living room.

And the kitchen.

I took these pictures when Seb was away, that's why the place looks clean.

flickr photo post

2005-04-15T15:02:00.000-04:00

More flowers.

Buzznet photo post

2005-04-15T14:16:00.000-04:00

Some pretty flowers growing near our place.

This is way too cute.

2005-04-15T08:39:00.000-04:00

http://letsbefriends.blogspot.com/

Animals on the Underground

2005-04-15T08:37:00.000-04:00

Not much hope of doing this with the Montreal metro...
http://www.animalsontheunderground.com/

日本語で

2005-04-11T16:40:00.000-04:00

書けるかな？

Annecy

2005-04-10T06:55:00.000-04:00

We went on a little day trip to Annecy with the Fujitas about 10 days ago. Unfortunately, the weather was not very good... The day dawned with heavy clouds, but the weather forecast for Annecy said "sunny, partly cloudy". So we left Geneva with our hearts full of hope. Then it started to rain.

In the car...

We paused briefly to take a look at this very picturesque bridge, le Pont des Cailles.

It spanned a fairly steep ravine. The river running below was really far down. Here is the view from the bridge.

Don't look down...

The view from between the slats of the bridge. The white blob is my hand, because looking down from between the slats was near panic-inducing. (I'm not so good with heights.)

The picturesque little river in Annecy.

We had to cancel our picnic by the lake because of the rain. We borrowed a table at the local fast food joint and ate our food there instead.

View of the city from castle grounds.

Some guy had a large opening in his roof. I wonder how that works.

View towards the lake and mountains.

Le Chateau d'Annecy.

Strolling down a side street.

Picturesque.

Locks?

Seb by the lake.

The four adventurers.

Flowers

2005-04-10T06:14:00.000-04:00

I took some pictures of the pretty flowers growing near our building.

Gianduja

2005-04-10T06:04:00.000-04:00

Delicious gianduja Easter bunnies!

The Reincarnation...

2005-04-03T14:32:00.000-04:00

My other blog is no more. Jesus opened the doors of heaven to it last week... It's in pretty good company, considering high profile deaths of Terri Schiavo and the Pope in the past week. Maybe it's in purgatory? Okay, blasphemy and morbid humour aside, the hard drive in the server broke. The most recent backup of my blog is from a few months ago, so I've lost the recent posts since I archived the Hokkaido posts. I still have all the photos, so all I've lost is the text. Yeah, and the world weeps.

As you can see from the post below, I created this blog before I left for my Europe trip a year and a half ago, then abandoned it when Seb made the other one for me. Back then, uploading photos was more of a pain with blogspot. Now there's Picasa (which I already use to organize my photos), Hello and Google behind all this, so it should be better. (Picasa is excellent, by the way, and it's FREE! Just the way I like it.) I figured since this blog already exists here, why not use it? So this will be my internet home from now on...

Europe

2003-09-27T21:37:00.000-04:00

I'm leaving on a backpacking trip to Europe soon. I hope to post updates here while travelling, we'll see if that happens...