The latest in a series of from the “Good things come to those who wait” commercials was filmed in a small village in northern Argentina. Hat tip to Scott with the deets.
Brett Tabke has been running the PubCon/Webmaster world conferences for as long as I remember and posts a great piece on how to give a great presentation. Since the main PubCon is always in Vegas, he also rounds it out with some sage advice on how to prepare ahead of time in anticipation of having to give your talk after a night of drinking.
- Lay out your speaking attire the night before going out to a fun PubCon bash. Put your PowerPoint on a USB stick and put it in the pants pocket. Make sure you have cab fare and directions prepared if you are staying away from the conference hotel.
- Pack some eye drops in your overnight bag for every conference. Use ’em for the redness.
- Light colored or clear alcohols are better. They have fewer byproducts. Milder hangovers.
- Less than one drink an hour and skip the beer bongs, jello shots, and tequila twisters.
- Fill up on as much food as possible while drinking. Multivitamins and especially Vitamin C are said to help some people.
- Pain killers (aspirin tends to work better with hangovers).
- Eat as soon as you think it will stay down.
- Bland liquids – lots of water – caffeinate liberally – Gatorade if available.
- Take a long hot – then cold shower.
- Go last on your panel.
- Warm climates like Vegas, make partying much easier than cold climates like – oh say – cold and windy Chicago.
- Turn down the brightness on the presentation laptop then request the lights be lowered so people can see the screen better.
- Buy a pair of lightly tinted sunglasses that look like real glasses.
- Women – avoid high heels the day of your presentation. Men – clip on ties only.
- If you expect a hangover, then bribe your chairman to put you last in the day very early on in the speaking selection process.
Izumi gave Julia an apple for a snack and a couple minutes later this was all that was left! She sure doesn’t leave anything to waste.
Zuppa (564 4th St, San Francisco, 415.777.5900), an Italian restaurant around the corner from the Six Apart office, opened its doors today. Ginevra has been following their progress closely as they transformed the grey, bunker-like structure into an airy SOMA enoteca. After chatting up the head chef (which she confessed that she had thought was the general contractor), she scored invites for the Six Aparters to come to their opening to sample their food. We were the first in the door and were encouraged to try all their dishes so we could give the kitchen a dry run.
Wine was poured liberally and we availed ourselves of their menu which ran from smoked hams and salami to olives and mozerella. Everyone enjoyed the mussels in wild garlic, Jason’s wild beans & homemade pasta looked wonderful and I enjoyed a hearty meal of roast pork and beets.
But the nicest thing about the evening was the time to chat away from the office with all my work mates. It was great to catch up on what everyone is up to and sit around a big long table like one big happy family. We really don’t do that enough and as the office gets bigger, it gets harder and harder to organize such gatherings. Thank you Ginevra for organizing and thank you Zuppa for hosting us and stuffing our bellies with such delicious food!
Thanks to sis for the picture above. More photos of the evening over at Kokochi.
Tyler called me on Saturday and told me to look in the drawer under my sock drawer where Izumi and the kids had stashed a birthday card for me before I left. He was so excited to tell me about the suprise and it was so sweet to have something from them to kick off the weekend.
Thank you Mie, Dav, Doug, Brian, Emily and everyone else who spent time with me through the weekend. It was fun! Mie was in full moblog mode and documented everything down to each tiny detail. Dinner in North Beach, the band we saw at El Rio in the Mission, a visit to the Scrap House, the Alameda Antique Fair, and our visit to Lucky Juju’s Pinball Palace. Old friends from Tokyo, Brian and Emily joined us later on Sunday for a drive up to Tilden Park and dinner at Zachary’s Pizza on Solano Avenue. I should have more of these Birthday things, good for the soul they are!
It’s been said that a girls fine motor skills advance more quickly than boys and much to Tyler’s frustration, he’s seeing that play out each evening at the dinner table. Julia has mastered the chopsticks to the point where she can pick up individual peas while her older brother is left to shoveling them into his mouth with a spoon like a common barbarian.
We had some guests over for dinner on Saturday. Julia now insists on helping out and she even has her own knife (dulled slightly but fine for cutting cabbage) and an apron sent to her by a family friend, Tani-san. She loves cleaning up as well and, at three, is a great little helper.
It was a great dinner, a beef stew that has been simmering for the past couple of days, Izumi’s special top ramen/cabbage sesame oil salad, and appetizers. The two couples that came over both had kids so we started at four which worked out just perfect because everyone was able to leave satisfied at eight when the kids began to get sleepy.
Last night Izumi and I went to Sushi Hamako on Carl Street in San Francisco. Run by a husband & wife team out of the ground floor of an old Victorian a few blocks from Haight-Ashbury, they’ve been putting out great sushi for the past 20 years.
Open from 6:30pm until, “the rice runs out” chef Tetsuya takes great care in selecting his ingredients and makes a trips to Tokyo hand carry things that he cannot source here such as thinly sliced kombu seaweed for his soup stocks. They have built up the business purely on word of mouth – there’s no sign out front and the decor is plain. They now are visited regularly by those in the know. Iichiro drops by when the Mariners play the Giants and Yo-Yo Ma grabs a post-concert meal once a year when he’s in town for a performance.
I was reading some of the online reviews and see that some folks have complained about their unforgiving attitude. I can see where they would get this feeling. There’s an extreme respect for the food here. Izumi’s friend who introduced us to this place told us of one person who complained because something that was listed on the menu was not available. The chef said that he only serves a fish if it’s fresh, regardless of what’s listed on the menu. An argument ensued after which Tetsuya chased the fellow out the door with Tetsuya’s wife (who takes orders and serves) sprinkling salt across the threshold to purify the place of the bad mojo to the amazement of the other patrons.
I imagine that each day the menu is slightly different, although the Monkfish steamed in sake is a regular favorite. If you show an appreciation for what you are eating (as we did), the chef will begin to pull things out that are not normally offered. Anchovy Paste compote with shaved Uzu grown in San Leandro, handmade shiokara, Belgium chocolate truffles. . .
Sushi Hamako is much like the neighborhood sushi shop back in Japan. Functional decor and a focus on good fish. The only thing missing is are the Yomiuri Giants playing on a TV in the corner.
108 Carl St Ste B
San Francisco, CA 94117-3925
Phone: (415) 753-6808
Thank you Mie for looking after the two kids and letting us get out for a long-needed break!
Izumi’s junior high classmate is an accomplished photographer and worth checking out for his unique ability to capture the essence of Japan.