A personal blog for friends and family. Originally intended to be Michael's random thoughts, etc., it's morphed into Kristiana's blog as much as mine, and is mostly new-baby stuff and vacations these days.
Thanks ever-so-much to coworker Josh Adlin, who came to help us assemble the bassinet on Sunday (FYI - that's Threepwood in the bassinet, not Josh). With Josh, we don't have to worry about compensation -- we just feed him and he's happy.
Threep, on the other hand, helps out for bear hugs. So far we've used him to demonstrate or figure out the car seat, the bassinet, the changing table, and the somewhat confusing (but very comfortable) Baby Bjorn infant carrier. Threep is very helpful because he's just about the size of a newborn, but fortunately without the weight of one.
We're technically in the home stretch now -- Robin's now considered "full term" and could decide to show up any day. I alternate between hoping she shows up soon and hoping that we have time to finish a few more things around the house before she does. My energy is virtually nonexistent these days, so finding the wherewithal to actually *do* the work around the house is challenging. You can see my problem.
In other news:
We finally cleared out the spare bedroom last weekend, gifting the box spring and frame to some new neighbors and the mattress to Santa Clara County Recycling. Now it's just a matter of shuffling furniture, hanging blackout curtains and drapes, and organizing baby stuff. Or so we hope.
We now have a membership at Day One Center (www.dayonecenter.com), which is essentially a one-stop shop for all baby and parenting needs. One of the trainers at Axis (our gym) does post-natal mom-and-baby classes, and as a new mom herself, she highly recommended it. We have our first class a week from today to find out just how nervous we should be about childbirth. Goody.
The bassinet/crib contraption is due to arrive sometime this week, so I guess we've got some assembly to do in addition to laundry!
That's the news that's mostly fit to print these days. Hope all is well. Robin kicks and squirms hello.
Repeatedly.
Kristiana & Michael
Quick visit, just for the day. Lunch at Cascal, dinner at Zibbibo, and a nap in between. I'm still sick, so I needed that nap.
Love,
Kristiana & Michael
And more significantly, destination espresso.
Intelligentsia Coffee has been on my radar for a long time, but I've never managed a visit until now. Several years ago Kristiana and I were in Napa overnight, and my morning wanderings took me to a bakery that also stocked a few gourmet items, among them bags of Intelligentsia Black Cat espresso blend. You didn't have to be a coffee expert - I certainly wasn't - to know that these beans were magic. One squeeze of the bag and one stiff told you. The bakery couldn't pull a decent shot, and I wasn't able to brew anything exceptional from them at home (I didn't have any espresso equipment then), but there was no question that Black Cat was the work of people who truly, truly loved espresso.
Unfortunately Intelligentsia is located in Chicago, a city with lots to offer but which I never seem to find occasion to visit. For a few weeks last year it looked as if 2008's headphone audiophilia conference would be in Chicago, and that would have made a good focal point for a visit, but ultimately it was moved to Florida - the right decision for the meet (the Florida gang have the bench strength to pull it off brilliantly while the Chicago cabal's leadership was, uh, less clearly demonstrated), but making it less interesting to me.
So I didn't know when I would make it to Intelligentsia. Then, Intelligentsia came to California. Just one, in LA.
The recently-opened shop is on Sunset, in the hipster-heavy stretch known as Silverlake. It's where to shop for 50's retropolitan furnishings and decor. And it's where my friend Maggie lives. In fact, Intelligentsia is right next door to the cheese shop we've walked to together on more than one previous visit.
Maggie is a best friend from business school, and I'm down here this weekend because a small dinner she was having with another b-school best friend grew by another b-school best friend, and then another, so that I could not stay away, not with Robin on the way and future opportunities for travel looking pretty distant. So I flew in on Saturday and will fly home tonight. In between, we're sandwiching some database design for Maggie's business, some IT support for Maggie's computers at home, cooking dinner, the party itself, some IT support for two of Jon's computers, meeting up with a friend from online over in Santa Monica, a visit to the new wing of LACMA, a couple of superb lunches, and of course visits to Intelligentsia. Good espresso is certainly a suitable power source for a weekend like this.
At my routine haunt Caffe del Doge in Palo Alto, each espresso comes with a brown sugar cube. At Barefoot, my weekend destination in Santa Clara, a tiny almond cookie. A favorite Italian deli off Piccadilly Circus serves espresso with a twist of lemon peel - this is a favorite for me - and Flying Goat in Healdsburg tucks a little cube of chocolate onto the saucer. Intelligentsia gives you a shotglass of sparkling water, pulled from a soda-fountain style tap on the counter. I wasn't expecting this, but it's a nice chaser after a shot.
As for the shot itself, Intelligentsia's is now my personal reference: the best I've ever had. It is small, thick, and heavily laden with true crema (not just foam) just like the ones from Barefoot - but I honestly like Intelligentsia's blend better than any of Barefoot's.
Sorry, I'm going on in too much detail. To sum up, wow. It was just fantastic stuff. I'd tried to limit my expectations on the way over, sure that a big mental buildup would lead to disappointment. There was no need.
Post-espresso we returned to the house and got started with party prep. Friends began arriving at five or six, and the socializing (http://www.flickr.com/photos/11709446@N00/sets/72157604212147028/) continued until just about midnight.
I'm a morning person and almost always wake up pretty early no matter what time I get to bed. So before Maggie was even up, I was on my way back to Intelligentsia for my morning shot. Two shots, actually, which will surely cost me some sleep tonight, but I don't know when I'll be in LA again.
Besides the fact that I'm sick, Robin is doing fine - moving a lot (!!), with a strong heartbeat. She's apparently not large for her stage of development, 29 weeks (which is borne out by my lack of baby weight), so hurray. Mom, on the other hand, is really wishing for some antihistamines. Antibiotics will have to do.
Now that we're back in the US after a three-week trip to the UK and Ireland (Apple business trip, for the most part), Michael and I have (finally) started shopping for baby paraphernalia, which is overwhelming simply because there's so much of it to keep track of. We've lost our first couple of Craigslist postings and EBay auctions for some of the key items we want/need (we've decided on crib, stroller, and changing table by fabulous Norwegian company Stokke, www.stokkeusa.com), but we're keeping our eyes open for the next opportunity. Funny how two months (well, eleven weeks) really doesn't seem like much time to plan, but it's what we've got left, so we'll make the best of it. Recommendations for the things new parents simply can't live without will be much appreciated, so send those suggestions our way.
Scattered around Virgin's lounge at Heathrow are only video - but they go a surprising way towards making the modernist environment feel cozy and homey.
Phil had enouraged us to dine at Roku, a tremendously good robata restaurant a short taxi ride from here, but by the time we got to our hotel (and made our obligatory Forbidden Planet trip) we just weren't up to it. Instead we went to Cafe Pasta, the reliable little Italian place we always wind up at, a few doors down from the hotel.
Kristiana's grilled chicken salad went over well, and I had a salad with a grilled swordfish steak dabbed with a little pesto that was just wonderful. It's no Roku, I'm sure, but they always serve something that really hits the spot.
This is just a small slice of the top floor of the best sci fi store we've ever seen, and a required stop any time we visit London.
Hooray, finally checked in to our London hotel. We left our suitcases at the airport, so this will suffice for unpacking.