Hopstretch

Pad woon sen.

Re the discussion above about fast primes -- new Nikon 50mm f/1.4 lens just announced. $440.

OK2

Sick kid woke up healthy kid at 3:30 a.m. Sick kid went back to sleep, healthy kid did not. Healthy kid and I took in an impromptu 4:00 a.m. screening of The Iron Giant. Will need more coffee presently.

Farfalle kinda-carbonara with peas and pancetta.

Happy Birthday, Mr. Anklesnapper!

iPhone/Touch client for one of my favorite widgets ever. Delivery Status Touch Veddy nice for people who buy and sell things regularly online, not that any of us fall into that category of course!

Went for a run. We are having some classic early fall weather here. 75 degrees and not a cloud in the sky.

FTFY

I don't even eat it, so I'll be upset if that's what gets us nuked in the end. I'm also probably really behind the times on the whole lego-reenactment thing, but this really made me laugh today.

PS: Beefy -- saved! Father Beermas, aka my friend Brian, left three cases of brown ale outside the garage while I was at the park with the kids this afternoon. The note said he brewed too much to get through himself. I'm thinking either it's horrible or I was really good in a past life.

Oh ye of little faith! Attaching the rechargeable battery to the woofer diaphragm in order to increase its mass sounds like a potentially cunning idea to me, but then I am an ignoramus.

Mon-fucking-golia put it over the top for me.

For the wife's office, where she can't get away with speakers. This will hide under the monitor stand. As for the encomiums, we shall see.

Do you find their sound signatures reasonably similar?

Glad he's taking care of it. Hope you like them when it's all set up. I won't even mention the dreaded "b" word, but mine are sounding better and better to me as time goes on.

They just moved out of that weird old Back Bay townhouse into purpose-built new digs on Boylston St. This week was shakedown week, but it doesn't seem like they're going to have any problems. The new kitchen would make Thomas Keller wet himself.

That's a sight for sore eyes! I have all of one lonely bomber left over from the last batch of homebrew, so my own beer fridge is truly tragic to behold. On a happier note, the wife took me out to dinner at L'Espalier last night and I'd have to rank it as one of the better four hours of gorging of my life so far. The cheese service was fucking unbelievable. Today's menu, green tea and dry Wasa crackers, I think.

Grilled chicken and corn chowder.

Ohh-kay.

x2 My second favorite thing about Montreal, after the, um, Canadian Ballet.

I want to like oysters more.

Mmmmmmmooooooose!

And when we do, it's still their fault.