Wanted: Cheap Flights

1. I’m seriously delinquent on my posts, trying to catch up.

2. I deserve some major karma.

3. I know a gazoogle of New Yorkers read my blog.

4. So I need some help finding a cheap flight.  HELP!!

I know this. I paid a fortune for my summer flight to NYC last year. But when, at all other times, I pay around $200, it is hard to stomach paying more than double that. In fact, the flights I’m seeing are in the $500 range. Marky says he’s worth it (no doubt), but gawd it hurts!

For all you people who get value out of my Money Monday tips, please send over your advice on booking cheap flights.

Money Monday: Memory

I went to a luncheon last week where the guest speaker was Chester Santos, the 2008 USA National Memory Champion. Since I paid for the luncheon and you, my dear readers did not, I’m essentially saving you money! I swear the world owes me major karma for all the value I provide my readers.

The title of the luncheon at the City Club is what drew me in: “Forget Names Easily? Memory Training Made Fun.” I am the worst with remembering names. I don’t even think it goes in one ear—let alone out the other. At the very least, Chester said, you have to pay some attention. You can’t remember if you’re not paying any attention.

Also, you know how people often say they have a photographic memory but they can’t remember names? It’s because you see the face, but we don’t visualize names. The easiest way to remember things is to attach as many senses to it as possible (see, hear, smell, touch, taste). One of the exercises we did was memorizing a list of 15 random items (feet, chair, lion, river, house) and we did that by working a story around them. Your feet are standing on a chair which is attached to a roaring lion who is trying to cross the river to get to a house…

There’s a misconception that our memory gets worse with age. Not true, it’s more a function of children absorbing and learning more, versus adults who are no longer going to school. Makes me want to sign up for a Spanish class!

Chester has some pretty bad-ass accolades including memorizing two randomly-sorted decks of cards within a few minutes, then repeating the sequence back perfectly. Here’s a video clip of the guy. What really amazed me was his example of the World Memory Champion who memorized the Oxford dictionary and can tell you exactly where you can find certain words (page, column, row) and vice versa where you call out a page number and he’ll tell you what’s on it.

Memorial Day Weekend – Wine Country

I dream of YFC – Yountville Fried Chicken, Ad Hoc’s famed fried chicken cooked every other Monday and booked several months out. A coworker of mine has taken at least two half-day Mondays off work to head north in advance of horrific I80 traffic. I’m not one to take time off for a special meal in a location I frequent often, at a restaurant I’ve already eaten at three times, but the Memorial Day holiday beckoned with no travel plans except for local jaunts. Time for YFC! Like I mentioned, Ad Hoc was completely booked when I called, but the hostess offered 10 open seats at the bar. I quipped with an eagerness so not appropriate for a cubicle environment, “Oh yey! We’ll see you Monday at 5!”

Everything else I planned for our Memorial Day wine country excursion was secondary. First, a shocking $40 reserve tasting at Pine Ridge. The wines were so smooth and silky, but at $40 a tasting, I kinda expect that. Next up, and I mean way up as in a two mile rugged ascent past the security-coded main gate was Kuleto. The owner is the restauranteur who started McCormick and Kuletos, and apparently owns Boulevard, Waterbar, Epic Roasthouse, Jardiniere, Nick’s Cove, among others. The tasting fee was $35, still pricey, but includes a tour of the grounds including bunny rabbies and cheese pairings. Well worth the view atop Napa Valley. Lastly, we popped into Hopper Creek in downtown Yountville and discovered a lively frat-house environment complete with the Giants game on TV, a life-sized Elvis, and charismatic Marcus pouring wine from behind the bar. So refreshingly different. Yey for Hopper!

We were having such a blast, we didn’t get to Ad Hoc until 4:50pm and I almost shit a brick when I saw the line wrapped around toward the parking lot. Dean comforted, “We can always go somewhere else.”

“NO!” I screamed. “This is why we came. I am not leaving here until we get fried chicken, I don’t care if we have to wait.” At 5pm, they started letting people into the restaurant and we noticed several groups had reservations. Not sure why you were waiting in line if you already have a reservation, but whatever.

When we got to the hostess table, she smiled, “Two last seats over there at the bar.”

5 stars for the fried-to-perfection chicken that had been specially brined for several days. Step aside Wayfare Tavern, your overpriced chicken nuggets don’t even compare. Ad Hoc’s accompanying velvety mashed potatoes and fresh crunchy greens were just as good. But the rest of the menu, not so much. The cheese plate, kind of a waste. The ice-cream sandwich, that was pathetic. Still, I would highly recommend lining up early on the next Monday holiday (you have to check to make sure it’s a Monday they’re serving fried chicken) and getting in on some of that tasty YFC action.

Memorial Day Weekend – Big Sur

Damn, isn’t California gorgeous? We didn’t board a plane or change time zones. We got in my trusty Honda Civic and drove two hours to Big Sur on Saturday. Look at that rugged coastline, the marine-blue water, the greenery, that waterfall! Click on the second picture to see the picturesque waterfall (or any of them to enlarge and see the detail). We really do live in the prettiest state.

After hiking, we treated ourselves to drinks at Ventana and Post Ranch Inn. Very posh. But the chic grounds pale in comparison to Big Sur’s natural beauty–so stunning!

Fashion Friday: Naked

I don’t think very many people look good or fashionable naked. But this woman sure does. She brings tears to my eyes and she’s on Treasure Island for you to admire up close and personal. This is a little piece of Burning Man here in our backyard and one my very favorite art pieces from last year’s event. Check out the detailing. GORGEOUS!

I don’t know who to credit for this picture, an anonymous BM photographer. I linked the picture to the site I downloaded the picture from. Great picture!

Click here for the Bliss Dance website.

Book Reviews: Gilead and Blood, Bones, and Butter

Since I’ve got book club tonight, how about talking about two of the books I’ve read recently.

Gilead by Marilynne Robinson won the 2005 Pulitzer Prize. Not sure why because I couldn’t finish the book out of sheer boredom. Rarely do I not finish a book. I guess only in rare instances and a Pulitzer Prize winner at that! Has anyone read this sleeper of a novel? It’s narrated in the form of a journal from a dying preacher to his son. The preacher talks about his ancestry, his childhood, his neighbors. There is no rhyme or reason to his very random thoughts. I had to force myself to keep reading and I only got half-way through. Hated it.

Our book club book was Blood, Bones, and Butter, a memoir by Gabrielle Hamilton, the owner and chef of the famed Prune restaurant in NYC. This is good writing! Anthony Bourdain praised, “Simply the best memoir by a chef ever. EVER. Gabrielle Hamilton packs more heart, soul, and pure power into one beautifully crafted page than I’ve accomplished in my entire writing career….I am choked with envy.” Not only does Hamilton have a fascinating background and history which makes for good writing, she has clearly processed her experiences with aha moments for each phase of her life. Most memoirists never peel back enough layers to figure their lives out. I read this book and felt like this was a woman who really knows herself. Read it!

Let’s Go to Chicago

After four days of sicky-ness, I woke up this morning breathing freely and feeling well-rested. Hooray for healthiness.

I remember getting sick constantly when I lived in Chicago. I couldn’t take all those months of bitter cold. Nevertheless, I adore Chicago! I get misty-eyed thinking about my old stomping grounds Hyde Park and Lincoln Park. The river, the architecture, the culture, the shopping, the food. What’s not to love? Oh yes, the cold.

Here’s a link to GOOP’s recent post on Chicago. It makes me want to go! I haven’t been to any of the places except for the Elysian Hotel where I stayed during our reunion two years ago. It’s even better than the picture. But how fun would a weekend in Chicago be, checking out all the restaurants.

Black Hookers on the Chianti Road

Back to Italy where we’re driving through wine country. Verdant rolling hills, brick farmhouses, perfectly-manicured vineyards. It’s just like the postcards.

We pass a black woman in a tank top and shorts talking on her cell phone by the side of the road. A quarter of a mile later, what looks like her carbon copy is sitting on a tree stump doing nothing. The fact that they looked so similar is what caught my attention. They looked like twins.

I’m clueless, thinking they’re normal people getting some fresh air until we pass three more black women over the course of a couple miles. Hookers? Five black hookers ready to serve along the Chianti Road. Can you imagine the same scenario on the Napa Silverado Trail? In broad daylight? I didn’t read any of that in my guide books. I guess Italians aren’t ones for discretion.

After Siena, we spent a couple nights exploring more of wine country and the cobblestone hamlets: Montalcino, Pienza, San Gigmano. They’re all super cute anchored by a church or fortress, restaurants with outdoor seating, wineries, and gelato stores.

Money Monday: Don’t Quit Your Day Job

I’m feverish and sick. Trying to function even though my eyes are bloody red and I’m severely congested.

Yesterday I had lunch with a friend who’s starting up his own company; he also has a full-time job that has nothing to do with his startup idea. I think entrepreneurs are great. They’re the backbone of America and their ideas contribute so much. I have a great deal of admiration, in particular, for entrepreneurs who continue to be self-supporting and follow their passion at the same time. It can be done!

Maybe because I’m a tiny bit risk averse. Maybe because I went to business school where they taught us to think of worst case scenarios. But what if your startup crashes and burns and you also don’t have a job. Then what?

Someone who stands out for me is Khaled Hosseini, the author of the award-winning novel The Kite Runner. The man wrote the book while he was practicing medicine! So for all you naysayers out there who think you need to clear your calendar of interruption to conceptualize your startup idea and bring it to market, take heed. Don’t quit your day job.

Fruit Picking in the Burbs and the City

Went cherry-picking on Sunday with friends and family at Pease Ranch in Brentwood. Lots of fun picnicking and picking. I pointed high while Dean picked. Cheap $2/pound, but then you have to factor in the hour it takes to drive, the hour it takes to drive back, and gas at $4/gallon. So all in all, probably cheaper to buy your cherries at Whole Foods. Regardless, picking on a farm is way fun and a great activity for little ones. Sadly, I didn’t take any pictures.

Instead, here are pictures of Dean from our apartment picking avocados from the tree next door. He taped together a broom and a butterfly net.

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