kaasirpent: (Atlanta)
Wednesday, August 21st, 2013 12:58 pm

There's a movement underway here in Atlanta to change our designation from The Big Peach to The Seattle of the South.

OK, not really, but there should be.

What really has me irked is Atlanta drivers. I know, I know . . . I've lived here for 14 years, now. You'd think I'd be used to them by this point. And I am. But being used to something doesn't mean you have to like it.

It basically goes like this, here. Maybe other places, too, but definitely here.

Weather: Sunny & hot

Drivers: Woohoo! 85 on I-85! 85 on I-285! 85 on I-20! Wooooooohoooooooooo! I don't actually mind this; I'm the guy in the right lane going the speed limit, leaving a gap to let people in, and making rude gestures where other drivers can't see them. So people can do whatever the hell they want.



Weather: Ice and or snow

Drivers: Woohoo! 85 on I-85! 85 on I-285! 85 on I-20! Wooooooohoooooooooo!



Weather: Wet. Or damp. Or slightly overcast. Or a bird flew over.

Drivers: PRECIPI . . . PRECIP . . . WET THING FALL FROM SKY! NO CAN GO FAST! GO 20! PEDAL ON RIGHT NO WORK. PEDAL ON LEFT GOOD! WAIT. LANE NO FAST! GO OTHER LANE. LANE NO FAST! GO BACK OTHER LANE! CAR EIGHT CAR FRONT PRESS BRAKE! SLAM ON BRAKE! SEE BLUE LIGHT WAY OFF! SLAM ON BRAKE! WRECK ON OTHER SIDE OF INTER . . . INTER . . . ROAD. STOP! IS BLOOD ON ROAD? CAR CRUNCH? OOOOOH. PRETTY CAR CRUNCH. PREEEEETTYYYYYY . . .


It is something I suspect I will never quite grok, no matter how long I live here. I live about 21 miles from work. On most days it takes me 26 to 34 minutes to get to work. On days where WET STUFF FALL FROM SKY, that goes to as much as an hour and a half, as it was today. Why? WET STUFF FALL FROM SKY.

There are days when 35 miles per hour would make me nearly wet my pants in glee. But I wouldn't. Because that would be WET STUFF FALL FROM . . . PANTS.
kaasirpent: (Atlanta)
Thursday, October 6th, 2011 12:50 pm
This is an extremely Atlanta-centric post. If you're not in Atlanta, you can easily just skip ahead. :)

No, really, if you're not in Atlanta, you can skip it. )
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kaasirpent: (Weird)
Thursday, September 29th, 2011 02:58 am
At the beginning of September, three friends and I attended the 25th annual Dragon*Con. This was my fifth year attending, and we enjoyed ourselves quite a bit.

Dragon*Con runs from Friday through Monday over Labor Day weekend each year. If you can possibly make it and you enjoy science fiction, fantasy, horror, cosplay, filking, skepticism, science, space, the occult, Star Wars, Star Trek, Harry Potter, animé, gaming, comics, writing, reading, parades, scantily clad people, parties that go all night, meeting famous TV and movie actors, musical performances, spending lots of money on art, getting autographs, and just generally anything having to do with pretty much anything fandom related, you would probably enjoy it. Along with 40,000 others who also enjoy those things. And all in the oppressive heat of Atlanta, Georgia in summer!

The Atlanta Skeptics have hosted something called The Star Party for three years running. It's not an official part of Dragon*Con and is hosted at the observatory at Georgia Tech on the Thursday evening before the official beginning of the con. It's an evening of astronomy, science, food, drink, and unadulterated, unabashed geekery.

And, for me, my first encounter with The Crazy™ this year.

You know you want to click this. )
kaasirpent: (Snake Eye)
Tuesday, September 22nd, 2009 10:17 am
Today is another eye day. Tore my left cornea at around 5:30 AM when I woke up face-down in the pillow.

Fairly bad tear. Everything is a blur in my left eye, which makes typing an adventure. So I'm working from home. Which is just as well since we're supposed to get a flood again sometime today, and frankly, I don't want to drive in it. Not because I hate driving in rain so much as that I hate driving in Atlanta when any form of precipitation falls from the sky. People here lose all ability to think rationally when the roads are the slightest bit bad. It's torrentially raining and visibility is crap and the roads are flooding...so people want to drive 80mph while honking their horns because no one will let them kill themselves and others.

Whatever.

Feh.
kaasirpent: (Pimpin')
Friday, June 5th, 2009 06:48 pm
A few months back on Twitter, I got a follow notice from someone calling themself "fuegomundo." I looked at their profile and discovered that it was a Sandy Springs restaurant that wasn't opened yet, but was planning for a May/June opening. Normally, I don't follow this sort of thing, but the description of the restaurant as "A new restaurant experience for Atlanta, A Taste of South America! Big - healthy - affordable portions!" intrigued me. I love me some Brazilian steakhouse, but egad, the prices. This sounded different.

So, intrigued, I followed them back.

Over the next few months, they tweeted pictures of the construction, their web site's URL, news about the type of food they were going to serve, etc.

Never intrusive...just enough to keep me curious.

As time went by and it got closer to completion, they began asking for volunteers to be their "guinea pigs" for a pre-opening taste-fest. Not only to give the food a try, but to ease the kitchen and wait staff into things before opening night.

So, let me get this straight: you want volunteers to eat free food and critique it? <raises hand> :)

I was scheduled to go for last Sunday, the 31st of May, at 7 PM.

The restaurant is located in The Prado, which is also home of 5 Seasons Brewing, for those of you who know where that is. Fuego Mundo is across from it. In kind of a strip mall area, but the best news is that covered parking is right behind the restaurant. In fact, they have a door that leads into the restaurant directly from the parking deck.

I was warmly greeted at the door by Todd who directed me to sit at one of the tables in the front of the restaurant and wait until everyone was there, at which point he would go through the procedures for the evening.

Once everyone had arrived (most of them were Twitterers, I believe, although it seemed to me that a great many of them knew each other as well), we were told to pick whatever we wanted from the menu, with the only caveats being no sirloin, no drinks (alcoholic) except sangria, and no desserts. Ouch.

That last one smarted, because I had already decided that come Hell or high water, I was having some mango pie. Alas, it was not to be.

Ah, well.

The menu consists of either a selection from fifteen entrées (several kinds of beef, lamb, chicken, turkey, several kinds of fish, and tofu) and one of three "styles" of sides (The Latin, The American, The Health-Nut) or a selection of several tapas-style dishes.

I got the Honey-Citrus Pepper Salmon and The Latin (rice, black beans, and sweet plantains). (As an aside, The American is grilled corn on the cob and roasted potatoes and The Health-Nut is quinoa, black beans, and baked plantain.)

They cook the fresh food right there in the main part of the restaurant on a wood-fire grill behind panes of glass so you can watch your food being prepared if you want.

To sum it up in just one word, I'd choose "om-nom-nom-alicious." Okay, so it's not a real word and probably counts as four instead of one, but I'm using it anyway. So there.

The salmon was done perfectly. Moist and tender inside, bursting with flavor from the marinade, but not overly flavored, so I could still taste the salmon. But also with a crispy outside where the fire had seared it. Too many restaurants either overcook salmon or smother it with sauce that has such strong flavor that all you taste is the sauce. Not these guys. Alongside the salmon were sautéed mushrooms and onions which were very tasty (but a little cold, which I told them in my evaluation, so I'm certain that's been remedied :).

The rice and black beans were tasty without being overpowering, and complemented the fish nicely.

But the sweet plantains? Heaven. We're talking dessert, here. It was easily my favorite thing I tried. I filled out the evaluation form—being very honest, as instructed—and was preparing to depart.

And then Todd asked if I wanted to also try the beef empanadas.

So, let me get this straight: you want to know if I want more free food? "Yes, please." :)

The empanadas are not wood-fired, but baked. Most empanadas I have tried were deep-fried, and full of grease to prove it. These were light and fluffy, perfectly crispy and tender, and stuffed with a deliciously seasoned, lean (not greasy) ground beef that was spicy enough without being too spicy. And they only got better when I added some of the sauce that came with them. It was kind of like pico de gallo, but spicier and a little sweeter, with more of a vinegar "bite." Heaven.

I asked for my evaluation form back so I could make more notes about the empanadas, since I'd tried them, too. :)

I highly recommend this place. They just opened, today (June 5, 2009), and I regret that I can't go by for dinner tonight, but I'm not feeling well and I don't want that to taint my visit.

The portions are indeed large enough to satisfy your hunger, but you won't be over stuffed. Hence the "healthy" part of the description. I could easily have left after the salmon and sides and been quite content. The empanadas with, say, one more of the tapas-style dishes (I would have probably picked the chicken skewer), would also have made a nice, filling meal. And for about the same price you'd spend at any other restaurant.

I'm determined to try the mango pie. So I guess I'll just have to go back. And back again. Because I'd like to try most everything on the menu to see if the rest is as good as the salmon.

If Todd and the owners of Fuego Mundo are reading this (and they might because I plan to tweet the URL :), I'd like to publicly thank them for the opportunity to "help out" by eating some of their free food. I'd also like to congratulate Todd and the owners on a successful use of Twitter to generate interest in the community. It was nicely done without being too intrusive. Kudos!
kaasirpent: (Good Idea)
Monday, November 10th, 2008 11:58 am
Throughout January and a tad into February (1/2 to 2/8, to be exact), Cirque du Soleil's show Kooza is coming to Atlanta. I've had reports that it is definitely worth seeing.

It will be held in Le Grand Chapiteau (The Big Top) at Atlantic Station in southeast Atlanta. Tickets on the Cirque site are $90/adult, $63 for kids 2-12, and $81 for kids 13 and up with valid student ID and senior citizens > 65. Tickets are considerably more expensive if you buy them from one of the "helpful" ticket sites, so I'll be eschewing those.

I know this is a lot of notice, but I'm definitely interested in going, and I know there are a few others who might be, and I wanted to get some idea how many and who might be interested.

Cirque, for those who have not experienced it, is...hard to describe. Yes, it's acrobatics and other circus stuff (trapeze, trampolines, that kind of thing), but it's also music, comedy, surrealist performance art...and it all combines to tell a story.

Well, here's how they describe it:
KOOZA tells the story of The Innocent, a melancholy loner in search of his place in the world.

KOOZA is a return to the origins of Cirque du Soleil: It combines two circus traditions: acrobatic performance and the art of clowning. The show highlights the physical demands of human performance in all its splendor and fragility, presented in a colorful mélange that emphasizes bold slapstick humor.

The Innocent's journey brings him into contact with a panoply of comic characters such as the King, the Trickster, the Pickpocket, and the Obnoxious Tourist and his Bad Dog.

Between strength and fragility, laughter and smiles, turmoil and harmony, KOOZA explores themes of fear, identity, recognition and power. The show is set in an electrifying and exotic visual world full of surprises, thrills, chills, audacity and total involvement.
In a word, it's "Pageantry." That's the only single word that does it justice.

I've seen two Cirque shows in person, and they were amazing. Both completely and utterly different, while at the same time being both essentially "Cirque."

Comment if you're interested and we'll work out the details of when later.

There are video clips from Kooza that are reachable from one of the pages I linked above, so if you think you might be interested but aren't sure, watch a clip and maybe that will push you over the edge one way or the other. :)
kaasirpent: (Gremlin)
Monday, January 12th, 2004 12:40 am


Well, not really. :)

Started the day by trying a restaurant that one of my best friends has been after me to try since before I moved to Atlanta. I figured today was The Day. So I had brunch at Ray's on the River.

It was gooooood. So good, I got incredibly full and haven't needed anything else all day.

While I was at the restaurant, there were four women sitting together doing some sort of gift-giving thing. Birthday, Christmas, anniversary...I dunno. But I did hear an exchange that almost caused me to snarf my tea.

Woman #1, upon opening gift from Woman #2: Oh! I think I gave you a cup just like this a couple of years ago!

Woman #2, with deer in headlights look: Um...yeah! I liked it so much, I decided to give you one, too!

Woman #1 either bought it or was a good actress. High-lar-i-us.

After that I came home and did pretty much nothing all afternoon, and then at 5:00 I left the house headed towards The Fabulous Fox Theatre at which Cats was playing tonight at 7:00.

I thought I was never going to make it to the subway station with free parking, but finally the idiots parted and I was able to go more than a mile on Peachtree Industrial without someone trying actively to kill me.

Made it to the theatre with a half-hour to spare and found my seat. Farther to the left than I thought because the stupid Fox numbers the seats middle out, odd numbers left, even right. It was a good seat, even for being to the left of stage, because it was third row and I could actually see the dancers. And the set. And various bits of equipment. :)

Then the people to my left arrived. She was attired in semi-formal evening wear, as was he. She was wearing an elegant calf-length black fur coat which, I suspect, was real. He was also dressed quasi-elegantly, and both were slurping on flutes of champagne. After the requisite bitching about how the seats they "paid a lot of money for" (unlike the rest of us who were there) were not what they were expecting, they decided they wanted to talk to me, so we exchanged pleasantries. They then asked me a question I'm still puzzling over. They said: "Do you know which cat Gregory Hines is playing?" I must have phased out of existence there for a second, because they repeated the question. Before I could say "Um, Gregory Hines is not only not suited for a show like Cats...he's quite dead," they proceeded to tell me that they had seen it in print that Gregory Hines was going to be "some cat starting with a T, like Ptolemy."

Speechless, I merely studied the program, looking for anything resembling Gregory Hines or Ptolemy (or anything starting with a T, as in Ptolemy).

There was a Gregory Haney and a Richard Hinds, and Mr. Haney was substituting for Rum-Tum-Tugger, so that's probably what they heard, and this is what I told them.

But I cannot imagine the leap of weirdness it takes to get...where they got. Especially since Gregory Hines is dead (since last August). So a few more minutes go by. It looked like it was going to be a fantastic show.

Until...She sat down in front of me.

She was a statuesque (5' 10", I'm guessing) black woman wearing a beautiful sable coat (probably not real sable, actually (I touched it), but trés elégante, nonetheless) and formal evening wear. She was alone and came in just a few minutes before the overture started to play.

Tall people I can deal with. Tall people who choose, as their hairstyle for the evening they're going to the theater and sitting in the second row, a bouffant fully 8 inches high are on my shit list forever.

Agitated beyond all belief, I started eyeing the seats to my right. If those people didn't show up by the time the overture started, I was going to move over and damn the bouffant lady. Unfortunately, the three people to my right arrived JUST as the lights were being dimmed and my plot was foiled.

So what I could see of the show was: the back of Bouffant Lady's bulbous head; 1/3 of the stage to the right of her bulbous head; the backdrop in a sliver above her bulbous head; HER BULBOUS FUCKING HEAD.

That. Is. It.

I kept having to crane my neck to see around her, and I strongly suspect the lady to my right thought I was trying to put my head on her shoulder a time or two, but I think she understood. The people behind me were probably as pissed at me as I was at Bouffant Lady.

At least I got to actually see and hear that magnificent song, Memory. Oh, my God, the woman playing Grizabella sang her heart out. It was moving and beautiful and, in spite of the fact that Grizabella looked suspiciously like the back of Bouffant Lady's fucking head...I enjoyed what I could see of the show. I have the crick from beyond God in my neck, and I strongly suspect I'll have back problems from leaning so far over to the right all night.

May Bouffant Lady's hair be frizzy and utterly unruly for a damned year.