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I'm an expat Californian who is obsessed with traveling to strange and exotic destinations in the former Communist Bloc. I also like tacos, surfing, and the geopolitics of oil. Washington, D.C. is currently my home, but I'm looking to break out of this fetid swamp someday. Read more about me here, check out my photo album, or send me an e-mail.

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Reading: Telex From Cuba

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Playing: Soccer and Wiffleball (finally!)

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April 09, 2008

Shoulda stayed in Houston

After having done my small part to ensure that America's growing energy needs are being met, I arrived home from Houston late last night and discovered that the house I am currently living in now closely resembles my dorm in Moscow, without the benefits of actually being in Moscow (i.e, babushkas selling Baltika for 20 rubles). You see, both our internet and shower were broken (the internet, obviously, is now fixed, but apparently we can't use the shower for a bit longer in order to let the caulk dry. Whatev). My roommates blamed the broken internet and shower on yours truly and told me that I had to move to Texas. Well, I am (eventually) and I'll be stealing their dog, too. (He does want to go, BTW. Whenever I ask him if he wants to move to Texas, he gets really excited, although that's probably due to the voice I use. Thinks he's getting a treat or something).

I have a bit more to write about the past couple of days, including part two of "eating like a Texan" (am thinking of making this a regular series), but for now I must prepare for tonight's Wii tournament at Olga's house.

April 05, 2008

"Our arrival time at Washington Nationals Airport..."

As heard on Thursday's flight back from Denver. I knew DC was excited to finally have a new stadium for the Nats, but I didn't expect them to rename the airport as well.

February 14, 2008

Roommate #3


Roommate #3, originally uploaded by lfincher.

Just dropped a slobber encrusted tennis ball on my keyboard. Sure is adorable, though.

February 12, 2008

I think they moved out to the suburbs, and now they're blonde, bland, middle-class Republican wives

This may come as a shock to many of my DC friends, and I've already gotten my fair share of "virginia dude wtf?" instant messages, but I've finally moved out of the District of Columbia and across the Potomac River to the suburbs of Arlington, Virginia. Yeah, still in the DC metro area, unfortunately, but in a much nicer area. I haven't seen a rat yet, and while we are still surrounded by people carrying firearms, they are U.S. Marines who actually know how to properly use them.

This all came about because my roommates and I gave our landlord notice on our house on Harvard Street in Columbia Heights. Since there is no way in hell I am committing to this area and signing a one year lease on another place, I am staying at my friend's house while I try to figure out what to do with my life. I am considering the following:

1. Move to Houston. Find job in energy industry. Take GMAT. Go to business school eventually.
2. Apply for a Fulbright in Kazakhstan or Azerbaijan and write a research paper on oil or whatever.
3. Become a bounty hunter. I once read a Rolling Stone article about bounty hunters and it sounded like an exciting job. You get to kick in people's doors and stuff.

Of all three options, I will grant you that the first is the most feasible. So while I formulate some sort of plan to accomplish this, I will, in the meantime, relish nights without gunfire, fighting, sirens, and the constant buzz of helicopters.

February 04, 2008

"What is wrong with this city?"

An Assault with a gun was reported on 2/01/2008 in the 1300 block of Irving St NW between the hours of 9:00 am and 9:05 am. The complainant reports that an unknown male pulled the complainants hair and pointed a gun to the complainants chest and walked away. The suspect is a black male 5'8, slim and is a juvenile. The suspect fled. - MPD PSA 304 Crime Report

Actually, it was more like 8:45am. I was walking to the Columbia Heights metro on Friday morning, in the pouring rain, listening to the iPod, when I heard a woman (around my age) about 20 feet in front of me scream. She had dropped her umbrella and the kid who was near her started to walk away quickly. She was probably 100 or so feet from the entrance to the metro, and was standing there, in shock. I approached her and asked if she was alright.

"That guy just pulled a gun on me."

Whoa.

"Do you want me to call the cops?"

"That guy just pulled a gun on me. I don't even know if it was real." It probably was, I thought to myself.

"I don't even know if it was real. What is wrong with this city?"

At that moment, I couldn't really answer that question. But there is something really fucked up about a place where a teenager pulls a gun on you while you are walking down a well-trafficked street at 8:45am. It's not really something you expect to encounter during your morning commute.

February 03, 2008

More half smoke art at Ben's Chili Bowl

Oh, I definitely will. I love Ben's. Half of the photos on my phone are of their half smokes. This was my reward for helping Elisabeth move a couch from Silver Spring to Adams Morgan.

Previous art can be found here.

February 02, 2008

Strongbow Cider in DC: Brickskeller

As part of my continuing service to fellow Strongbow aficionados currently residing in the Washington, D.C. area, I am posting a blog entry every time I come across this wonderful beverage in a D.C. establishment.

The latest place to carry Strongbow is Brickskeller, the venerable D.C. bar that holds the Guinness World Record for most available beers. I don't recall seeing Strongbow on the beer menu when I was there a few months ago (granted I usually go for Baltika #3), but I had one there last night (500 mL can).

Brickskeller can definitely be a hit or miss place. The service might be ridiculously slow (20+ minutes to find a beer) and they'll be out of your first 27 selections on one night, but on other nights (like last night) the service will be excellent and you'll get your beer in a few minutes. One of the best things about the Brickskeller is the atmosphere. It's a really relaxed place and no trendy dressing up BS required. Also, the music selection is awesome. If you love beer and you've never been to Brickskeller before, I'd highly recommend it. It's also the first bar I went to on my 21st birthday, so I have a lot of good memories from that establishment. I do wish they'd bring back the Croatian Karlovacko, though.

Brickskeller is located at 1523 22nd St NW. Nearest metro is DuPont Circle.

Here's the list so far:

- Fado Irish Pub in Chinatown (draft)
- Elephant & Castle Pub (draft)
- Finn macCool's Irish Publick House (draft)
- 51st State Tavern (draft)
- Chevy Chase Wine & Spirits (500 mL cans)
- Circle Liquors (500 mL cans)
- Whole Foods Market on P Street (500 mL cans)
- Sherry's Wine & Liquor (500 mL cans)
- Brickskeller (500 mL cans)

January 04, 2008

Gonna add this one to my journalism portfolio

If I, uh, actually had a journalism portfolio.

The Washington Post Express, every DC commuter's second favorite distraction (#1 being the iPod, naturally) pulled a quote from my credit card shenanigans post for today's print edition. Of course, this was the only day I didn't pick up the Express on my way to the metro, so props to Tricia for letting me know.

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Wall Street Journal, here I come.

January 02, 2008

My $1,200 crispy chipotle chicken sandwich

Since everyone seems to be blogging their resolutions for 2008, allow me to share mine as well. In 2008, I resolve to track down the person who stole my credit card number, take a baseball bat, and beat their illegally acquired electronics to pieces a la Office Space (and yes, Geto Boys will be playing in the background).

I was not in a good mood this morning, mainly due to it being 20 something degrees outside, the usual red line screw ups courtesy of WMATA, and the fact that I am on some bizarre time zone that is a mix between Hawaiian and EST. Upon settling down at my desk with a cup of hot tea, I decided, on a whim, to log-in to my credit card account and check the balance, and...WHOA, where the hell did THAT number come from?!

Further clicking revealed that some criminal used my credit card to purchase $1,200 worth of office supplies and gasoline. But you know what really hurt, like rubbing salt in the wound, was that they illegally purchased their electronics from OFFICE DEPOT, the evil corporate master that enslaved me for several months in 2004. Upon reading that over a thousand of my credit card dollars were transferred to Office Depot, my brain promptly exploded all over my computer monitor. After unleashing a string of obscenities that will remain unprinted, I called up my credit card company and cleared everything up. So, I don't have to pay for the computer or laser printer or whatever this hooligan purchased with my credit card (I hope you ended up with one of the dud machines, sucka!).

So how the hell did they get my credit card? Incidentally, my friend Elisabeth went through a similar experience several weeks ago. Instead of purchasing office supplies, however, her criminals went on a major shopping spree at Macy's and JCPenney's. This happened shortly after we went out to lunch at UNO Chicago Grill at Union Station and split the bill on our credit cards. That is really the only time that my card was out of my sight (I've never lost it and it's always in my possession except for when charging it at a restaurant), so we're guessing that a staff member there skimmed our cards, which were then reproduced so that the criminals could go on a holiday shopping spree. Meanwhile, we were sitting at work, completely unaware that we were spending a combined $4,000 on electronics, clothes, and gas.

So, if you ever find yourself at Union Station, avoid UNO's at all costs. Not only does the food suck, but you might have your credit card numbers stolen and used to purchase 1,000 magenta ink printer cartridges from an Office Depot in suburban Washington.

December 11, 2007

Selected thoughts while riding the DC metro, Volume I

Am I the only person on this train who is not reading Love in the Time of Cholera? Oh, Charlie Wilson's War? Yeah, read that years ago.

If the Soviets had built this system, I'd be home by now...in a crowded, dilapidated apartment on the outskirts of Moscow. But still, I'd be home.

What I wouldn't give right now to be stuck in traffic on the 10, or the 5. Jesus, even the 15 would be better than this underground hell.

Green line trains every 12 minutes during rush hour? SERIOUSLY?!

The driver of this train has to be drunk right now.

These delays on the red line have filled me with so much rage that I must put up a profanity-laden status message on GChat when I finally arrive at my destination.

I really hope the volume on my iPod is sufficiently low enough so that my fellow passengers don't know I'm listening to "Baby One More Time" by Britney Spears.

December 03, 2007

Scaring the nation with their guns and ammunition

Over the past two months, we've had quite a few bullets flying around my Columbia Heights neighborhood. Just last Monday, around 6pm, I arrived home from work to the sight of 10 MPD cars cordoning off various streets. Another shooting, this time in an alley down the street from the metro station.

In an attempt to quell the violence, MPD announced that they will be spending $3 million on anti-gang initiatives and ShotSpotter, an interesting piece of technology that automatically detects gunfire and notifies police dispatchers of the location where shots were fired:

"In the past, the best information the police could hope for was a neighbor calling to say, ‘Sorry to bother you, but there may have been a shooting somewhere in my neighborhood,'" says ShotSpotter CEO James Beldock. "Our system can immediately tell them that, say, 11 rounds were fired from a car going 9 miles an hour, northbound, in front of a specific address on Main Street. In some situations, ShotSpotter could get someone on the scene within a minute. That's a level of situational knowledge police have never had."

This kind of coverage requires an array of 12 to 20 specialized sensors per square mile. Roughly the size of a medium pizza and designed to look like a rooftop fan, each sensor contains up to four small microphones. If one of these units detects a loud noise, it forwards a recording to a server at police headquarters along with three pieces of information: location, time, and general direction the sound came from. If a sound is detected by only one sensor, it's probably too quiet to be gunfire, and in any case, the system needs data from three sensors to pinpoint the location of a noise. If several sensors report an event at the same time, the server gets to work. First, the software performs an analysis to categorize the noise as gunfire, firecrackers, bottle rockets, helicopters, or other. If it determines the event was a gunshot, the program makes a simple calculation to triangulate the sound's origin to within 80 feet or less.

Other cities that have deployed ShotSpotter include Oakland, Chicago, and Baghdad.

November 04, 2007

Antietam National Battlefield

"I have heard of 'the dead lying in heaps', but never saw it till this battle. Whole ranks fell together." - Captain Emory Upton, 2nd U.S. Artillery, at Antietam

I visited Antietam back in August, but didn't get around to uploading the photos until now. I've been to Gettysburg a few times, but have never made it out to Antietam (or Manassas, for that matter) despite its proximity to Washington DC.

The Battle of Antietam, fought on September 17, 1862, was the bloodiest single-day battle in American history, with 3,600 killed and over 17,000 wounded.

Antietam cannons

Antietam Dunker Church
Dunker Church

Antietam bloody cornfield
Self-explanatory.

"Every stalk of corn in the northern and greater part of the field was cut as closely as could have been done with a knife, and the slain lay in rows precisely as they stood in their ranks a few minutes before." - A Union officer

Antietam Bloody Lane
Bloody Lane

Antietam Bloody Lane
View of Bloody Lane from the observation tower

Antietam Creek
Antietam Creek

Antietam Burnside Bridge
Burnside's Bridge. Much smaller than I imagined.

Antietam Burnside Bridge

Antietam cannon
Obligatory pose with artillery

Antietam cannons
Cannons at site of the "final attack"

Antietam national cemetery
Antietam National Cemetery

Antietam memorial
The base of this memorial reads "Not for themselves but for their country"

Antietam Reenactors
Reenactors about to perform a weapons firing demonstration

Antietam Reenactors

Antietam Reenactors

The rest of the photos are here.

November 02, 2007

I've got to admit it's getting better, a little better all the time

The latest shots fired, right down the street at 5:15 this morning, at least came from an MPD officer, someone who actually knows how to use a firearm.

I slept through the entire thing, but one of my roommates apparently witnessed a good portion of it.

I'd like to go back to California now, please.

November 01, 2007

Halloween in the city (no, this kevlar vest is not a costume accessory)

The last time I went trick or treating was, no joke, in 2003 when I was a senior at GWU. My friends and I had the brilliant idea of trick-or-treating on Embassy Row dressed as the Berlin Wall. Naturally, I was East Berlin. We figured the foreigners would just write us off as obnoxious American college students (which, of course, we were) but most of them loved us ("How intellectual", one embassy staff member commented).

You'll be relieved to know that this year I did not participate in trick-or-treating, but rather took on the proper adult role of actually giving away candy. My roommates and I sat on our front steps and dispensed M&Ms, Reese's Peanut Butter Cups, Hershey's, and Three Musketeers to the lil' rug rats in our neighborhood. The little kids got two pieces of candy and the obnoxious roving bands of teenagers only got one. The most adorable trick-or-treater was a kid dressed as a firefighter, complete with plastic axe. He got three pieces of candy. Second most adorable kid was dressed as a dinosaur. After he got his two pieces of candy from Laura, he turned to me and held up his bowl. "You're persistent kid, I admire that" and with that he walked away with an extra piece from me.

The night wasn't entirely peaceful, however, as a drive-by shooting occurred shortly after 10pm. Ten shots fired, four wounded, a block from my house.

Yeah, you should totally move to Columbia Heights.

October 31, 2007

MARCH ON THE DEPARTMENT OF THE INTERIOR

Tony took a short break from rebuilding the Iraqi Air Force (seriously) to photoshop some signs for a protest (date TBD) in front of the Department of the Interior, where the anti-wiffleball National Park Service is headquartered. Thanks, dude.

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I think we'll also need wiffle bats, a drum circle, face paint, bullhorns, and whatever else people bring to protests. It can't be too hippie-ish, though, as us PWL'ers are all hard working professionals. A protest song would be cool. I vote for "Killing in the Name" by Rage, mainly due to the last verse.

Fear us, National Park Service apparatchiks!

October 21, 2007

Airplanes!

Drove down to the Steven F. Udvar-Hazy Center today. The Smithsonian National Air and Space Museum doesn't have enough room at its location on the National Mall, so they built the Udvar-Hazy annex near Dulles Airport to display more of their collection. It opened in December 2003, but I hadn't made it out there until today. Visiting the Udvar-Hazy Center is a must do if you have any interest in aviation, as the collection of aircraft assembled in this giant hangar is truly impressive.

National Air and Space Museum
SR-71
SR-71 down below

Boeing 707 and Concorde
Boeing 707 and the Concorde

Enola Gay
Recognizer that B-29? It's the Enola Gay, the bomber that dropped the atomic bomb on Hiroshima in August 1945.

Enola Gay
Enola Gay
Enola Gay

Space Shuttle Enterprise
Space Shuttle Enterprise
Space Shuttle Enterprise - NASA's first shuttle, built for atmospheric test flights. It was originally supposed to be named "Constitution", but a bunch of Star Trek fans waged a letter writing campaign and NASA caved-in to nerd pressure, thereby naming the shuttle "Enterprise" (sorry, I can't stand Star Trek).

Concorde
Concorde
Concorde supersonic airliner. DC to London in 3.5 hours.

Univac
This is what computers used to look like...and you couldn't even play games on them.

SR-71 Blackbird
SR-71 Blackbird

Virgin Atlantic Global Flyer
Virgin Atlantic Global Flyer, the plane Steve Fossett used for his record breaking solo nonstop flight 'round the world.

North Vietnamese propaganda rocket
North Vietnamese propaganda rocket

Korean War MiG-15
MiG-15 used in the Korean War.

Korean War MiG-21
MiG-21

Intruder
A-6 Intruder. This was one of my favorite planes as a kid, probably because of the movie.


This would probably be the first thing I would purchase after spending time in a Soviet prison, too.

Yokosuka MXY7 Ohka</a> (Cherry Blossom), rocket powered kamikaze aircraft
Yokosuka MXY7 Ohka (Cherry Blossom), rocket powered kamikaze aircraft.

Rest of the photos are here.

October 12, 2007

Strongbow (AND Russky Standart) in DC: Sherry's Wine & Liquor

I haven't posted a Strongbow "find" in over a year, but recently came across 500mL cans of the Royal Family's cider of choice at Sherry's Wine & Liquor (2315 Calvert St NW) near the Woodley Park metro.

Here's the list so far:

- Fado Irish Pub in Chinatown (draft)
- Elephant & Castle Pub (draft)
- Finn macCool's Irish Publick House (draft)
- 51st State Tavern (draft)
- Chevy Chase Wine & Spirits (500 mL cans)
- Circle Liquors (500 mL cans)
- Whole Foods Market on P Street (500 mL cans)
- Sherry's Wine & Liquor (500 mL cans)

Russophiles take note, Sherry's also carries Russky Standart, Russia's finest export since the Kalashnikov.

October 02, 2007

Pepco needs a new slogan

Their current one is "We're connected to you by more than power lines", but in reality they can't even keep our lights on, much less connect with us in some alleged customer service nirvana wherein you could actually get a real, live Pepco agent on the line.

Last night, around 12:30am, my roommates and I were watching the Padres-Rockies game, a 13 inning marathon that would ultimately decide the winner of the National League's wild card spot. It was the bottom of the 13th, tied game, Rockies had a runner on third...and then we were plunged into pure blackness as the electricity was cut.

"#%&@*!!!!!!!! I forgot Pepco was turning off the power tonight!"

At least this time they warned us by attaching a notice to our doorknob a week prior (obviously, though, we had completely forgotten about this). In August, our block experienced two nights of unexpected power outages lasting from 7-10 hours. It is a lot of fun, I assure you, to sit outside in the humid DC summer, wondering why your neighbors a block away are lounging in their comfortable, well-lit, air-conditioned townhouses while the AA batteries in your $5 flashlight quickly deplete. I really should have learned my lesson from the "Hey-Pepco-where-the-eff-is-my-power" summer of '06, and invested in one of those Coleman lanterns, or, better yet, just moved (preferably back to CA, where we are now sans rolling blackouts thanks to the demise of Enron).

The Padres, BTW, lost. At least my Angels are in the post-season.

September 12, 2007

D.C. the fourth "bloggiest" city in America

Is "bloggiest" a word? Whatever.

"...with an average of 51 blog posts per 100,000 residents -- D.C. ranks as the fourth "bloggiest" city in the U.S., behind Boston, Philadelphia and Pittsburgh, according to blog-tracker Outsidein.com."

We're behind Pittsburgh? Pittsburgh?! How is that possible? This city is full of government employees who do nothing but post to their blogs all day...