For Mom and Dad

Just some old Beatles photos at this blog, AM on the Present Tense.

Bisso Na Bisso new album?

Last year they released their second recording, Africa (Racines was released in 1999...and was a key part of my formative francophone africa experiences). Also the Racines CD is selling for $75 on Amazon (whaaa?).

Anyhoo, check out a recent live performance:

Boeuf Bourguignon

I scooted out of work at 5pm on the nose last night to hunt and gather some more stew beef, carrots, beef stock and red wine for Julia's Boeuf Bourguignon recipe. Too bad I didn't get onions because we were fresh out of onions back home! Still, that boeuf was nice 'n tasty at 9:30pm after 2 1/2 hours in the old oven and a whole bottle of wine (minus one glass). The sauce is the best part, and now I'm ready for Baltimore Snowpocalypse 3, with huge pyrex dishes of noodles and stew in the fridge.

What's that? It's 62 degrees out today? Fiddlesticks. Here's your recipe, courtesy Knopf.

No More Ridiculous Car Trips!

From the "Handy Lessons From Overseas on Walking and Bicycling":

Perhaps the catchiest is that of Malmö, Sweden, which is called "No More Ridiculous Car Trips." This multifaceted campaign aims to influence how people choose to travel for short vehicle trips. According to official statistics, half of all car trips within the city of Malmö are shorter than 3 miles (5 kilometers), and about one-third are shorter than 1.9 miles (3 kilometers), distances that can be covered easily on a bike.

It gets better:

To promote the campaign, Malmö offers bicycle maps, brochures, and competitions to select the most ridiculous car trip (the winner receives a free bicycle), and posts decorative banners around town. The city also holds staged events such as having a group of cyclists ride the streets at rush hour and provide car drivers stuck in traffic with information about bicycling. Malmö also is trying to reduce the number of motor vehicle trips the city staff makes. On the day the scan team visited, the city launched a bicycle sharing program for municipal employees to use during the workday. Malmö staff took the scan team members on a bicycle tour of the city's innovative facilities.

I think if I handed out flyers to stuck drivers during rush hour in Baltimore I might be punched in the face!

Anyway, more pictures of what Malmo is doing here in this pdf.

Window Office

This has been a pretty good year. I mean, promotion, engagement, these are awesome, but nothing beats:

A WINDOW OFFICE!

I move in tomorrow.

Snowpacalypse 2010, Pics by Edith

Edith took these during the storm this weekend - thunder and lightning apparently came along with the snow! The darker ones were taken in the middle of the night.

Tanzanian Wedding

Last night Waziri, our second-in-command at COMMIT, got married! They had a muslim wedding at the mosque in the afternoon, and then a hugely fancypants reception, Western-style, in the evening. Anna and I got there about 8:15 because of traffic, and there weren't many folks there. Congolese party music was going and a gaggle of older ladies shuffled around the dance floor, their grim party faces on.

From Waziri Wedding

The decor was all blue and white bunting and flashing plastic lights and these remarkable vases filled with blue liquid and topped with plastic flowers. You can maybe see the huge white thrones up on the dias. No expense was spared, and the carbonated beverages were flowing. Two cokes later at 10:30 no one had showed up but the traditional dancers from Waziri's village down south in Tanzania, who had long crazy hair, not quite dreadlocks. I asked Margaret, the office manager, why they wore their hair that way. "Oh, you know - artists," she sniffed. "They like to be...different."

I think we got some soup and then things started happening:

From Waziri Wedding

From Waziri Wedding

From Waziri Wedding

Then they called me up to be one of the five openers of the "champagne". The three men all tilted their bottles back and forth for five minutes before opening; the lady next to me did not. The men proudly spilled champagne all over the floor (which made for a sticky time later, I can attest) and us girls smiled, popped the corks, and rolled our eyes.

Then they asked me in Swahili to serve the bride and groom but of course I didn't understand so there was this awkward moment before they realized they had to say it again in English.

After the cake cutting, the embarrassing sing-along by the MC to the Lionel Richie song, the feeding of cake to not only the bride and groom but the best man, maid of honor, and the junior bridesmaid and groomsman, the first dance, and family introductions, the dancing began. We'd had some vegetable soup earlier in the evening but it was clear there would be no more food coming for a good bit, and it was 11. We danced our way up to Waziri to say goodbye, and he was so happy. It was great.