Archive for November, 2009

Frites ‘N’ Meats



There is a new high-end burger and fries truck that set up shop in Tribeca. I am very intrigued by their hand-cut double-fried Belgian frites and highly-customizable fancy burger. They use Murray’s cheeses, Balthazar bread and DeBragga beef. Frites ‘n’ Meats warrants a visit downtown


Solar Sailing


popupSince Einstein discovered that light exhibits properties of both waves and particles, the possibilities for the use of light has made dreamers out of many physicists. A crew funded by Carl Sagan’s widow has upped the ante with space travel. A NY Times articles details the possibilities of solar sailing. “The solar sail receives its driving force from the simple fact that light carries not just energy but also momentum — a story told by every comet tail, which consists of dust blown by sunlight from a comet’s core. The force on a solar sail is gentle, if not feeble, but unlike a rocket, which fires for a few minutes at most, it is constant.”




Many have claimed to see mythical creatures like Sasquatch and the Loch Ness Monster, but I dream of a truck that roasts sustainably farmed chickens and porchettas. Perhaps even roasted potatoes seasoned by the rotisserie drippings. There is a rumor of such a beast in San Francisco. I shall name him RoliRoti.

Empirical Analysis of Dreams



The NY Times has an interesting piece regarding an empirical take on dream analysis. As opposed to the classic Freudian and Jungian stance that imbues dreams with unconscious meaning and symbols, a Harvard psychiatrist and sleep researcher “argues that the main function of rapid-eye-movement sleep, or REM, when most dreaming occurs, is physiological. The brain is warming its circuits, anticipating the sights and sounds and emotions of waking.” The piece goes on to state that dreaming is a parallel state of consciousness that is continually running but normally suppressed during waking hours. The battle between Logical Positivism and Metaphysics always leads to beautiful results.

Wes Anderson’s New Yorker Profile


The New Yorker gives Wes Anderson the profile treatment with the corny title “Wild, Wild Wes“. More a regurgitation of existing profiles than anything novel.