Author: Eugene Glover

  • Where to go in the UK?

    So, the world’s in financial turmoil, and things are likely to get a lot worse before they get better. My employer (and technically speaking, my wife’s, too) is $1 billion over budget this year. People are worried about their jobs. Prices are up. Sales are down. Fuel Prices/Airfare are outrageous. The UK is one of the most expensive places to visit.

    But, dammit, I promised my daughter a cricket match and a trip to the British Museum of Natural History for her birthday, and I aim to keep that promise. At least it is still 8 months away.

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  • I have no excuse for this one…

    …except that I found this video both nostalgic and funny with the new lyrics.

    And this one is not as good, but…

  • Mekong Plaza

    Here’s a few pictures of the new Mekong Plaza in Mesa, AZ.

  • Taiwan Food Expressway to Hunger

    The new Meikong Plaza (an indoor Asian mall) opened today in the hinterland of the Mesa/Tempe border just a couple blocks from the terminal Phoenix Light Rail station.

    Inside the mall is Taiwan Food Express and new Taiwanese restaurant with an impressively large menu.

    It’s a pity the menu isn’t edible as there wasn’t much food in evidence on grand opening day.

    We wanted beef noodle soup, they were out.

    We tried to get chicken curry over rice, they were out.

    We tried to get xiao long bao (steamed dumplings), they were out.

    I gave up and just wanted a Dr. Pepper and they were out.

    My wife finally asked them what the did have and they indicated just a 2 inch section of the menu that they had. They finally got a pork chop (bland) and a bowl of noodles in broth.

    We also ordered three drinks and the got one of them wrong.

    Despite not having much food, they weren’t hurting for customers hoping to buy something.

    We’ll give them another try someday, maybe after the trains are running. In the meantime, don’t bother to look at the menu, just ask what they’ve got.

  • Indoor Sonic Boom?

    Sonic Drive-ins are an interesting bit of Americana. Emulating old episodes of Happy Days, these restaurants are designed fir you to drive up, park, order through a speaker next to your car and then your food us delivered right to the car where you proceed to eat it.

    Personally, apart from the novelty, I hate that arrangement. I don’t like eating in a car, which makes the experience a non-starter for me.

    On the other hand, the have an interesting drinks selection and a couple food items that I quite like. Net result: I probably eat at a Sonic once a year. Considering that I eat at McDonald’s 15-24 times a year and I like Sonic’s food a lot better, I consider them to be a failed concept in fast food deployment.

    Today we spied something new: a Sonic without the drive-in. It was actually an indoor restaurant with a drive-through.

    You order through red Soviet Hotline looking phones on the tables and the “carhop” brings the food to your table.

    Weird, but if they had these closer to my home, McDonald’s would be loosijg some business.

  • Is this logical?

    Why on earth would the city of Phoenix send out a work crew to start work replacing a perfectly good fire hydrant with another fire hydrant at 4:30 on a Friday afternoon?

    Like how they mostly block off my driveway?

    Update: 6:30, it’s getting dark and they’re still sitting around in the hole. At least the heavy machinery has stopped.

    Update: 9:30
    I can’t take it anymore. The curiosity is killing me. What’s wrong with my existing fire hydrant? What could go wrong? Why plop in with a backhoe and tear up my neighbor’s lawn just to replace it?

    I finally ask one of the workers. I’m told that Phoenix has 21 different types of fire hydrants. The city has decided they only want 4 types of hydrant. As the worker said, “My boss tells me to replace ’em, so I do. ”

    This raises lots of questions, chief of which is, “Is this really necessary in this time of extreme budget crunch?”. “Was the fire department having some sort of problems with the hydrants, if so, was it house safe? If not, why is my tax money being wasted?”

    Something is wrong here.

  • Fusion Patrol Returns

    Some 15 years ago we used to have a little thing called “Public Access TV”, now largely defunct.

    For those not familiar with the concept, Public Access was supposed to be a way that local community members could use the medium of television to reach out to their community. In one of the brighter, more lucid moments of government regulation, someone figured out that television vastly shapes and informs the opinions of the public. They also realized that television was a medium that requires large sums of money to participate in.

    The mechanism was that, as a city granted a monopoly contract to a cable TV contractor to come build out the infrastructure, they were were required to maintain a channel that any citizen could air video on, without censorship (within certain generally loose restrictions: No pornography as defined by community standards, no sales, no gambling and no solicitations for money.)

    Further, the cable companies were required to supply equipment and studio space for these programs to be produced.

    This all seems quaint in this age of internet video, dirt-cheap camcorders and home computers with sufficient power to do video editing, but back then, this was a significant investment.

    I always thought it was a grand idea. There was just one flaw. As with so many other grand ideas, the people fail to live up to them. What had been conceived as an outlet for artistic express and community-building became a wallowing ground for crackpots, fringe radicals, churches (big ones trying to skit the no solicitations for money rules and little ones trying to build their flock) and teenagers (and post-adolescent wannabe teenagers) who thought it was cool (and/or funny) to swear on TV.

    After watching enough Public Access, one day I just had enough. I couldn’t take it anymore. It’s perfectly acceptable to gripe about things, but eventually you have to put your money where you mouth is and do something about it. For me, Fusion Patrol was that something.

    One day, while watching a show on Public Access, hoping against futile hope that the program, which was a bunch of teenagers standing around reciting Metallica lyrics (although you couldn’t tell because the sound was inaudible) would actually do something, I snapped. I could stand the crap no more and Fusion Patrol was born.

    Over the course of a several years, a band of intrepid volunteers and I put on a TV show. Honestly, it sucked. Well, OK, it started of technically sucky, but with time and practice and a desire to improve which seemed lacking in the other Public Access producers, the show got better. Technically better, anyway. You either like the content or you don’t. Although, one of the proudest moments in my stint at Fusion Patrol is when one of the popular local morning radio DJ teams saw the show and talked about it on the air. They called us a “…local, Pythonesque comedy troupe.”

    How cool is that?! Compared to Monty Python! And not even in a negative way! (Admittedly, they did, by coincidence, happen to see our most Pythonesque episode and even still we’re not a patch on the Pythons’ collective asses.)

    With the program getting better (again, I stress, technically better) it took more and more time to produce, and as each of us progressed in our lives, we had less and less time to devote to the production. Fusion Patrol died not in fire, but with a whimper of missed deadlines and conflicting priorities.

    Nowadays, I see the YouTube phenomena as the ultimate liberation of television from the hands of the vested corporate interests. Web video has finally created the environment that Public Access dreamed of creating.

    …and yet, when I look at YouTube videos, more often than not, I get that same feeling I had watching those damn teenagers all those years ago.

    I shall produce more Fusion Patrol.

    Of the original crew of ten, two are dead, two are missing without trace, one has not been available and three others have been added, making the “new” Fusion Patrol a team of eight.

    Keep watching this spot. We’re in pre-production meetings now. I’m working on revamping the Fusion Patrol Website soon to accommodate video podcasting and hopefully soon I’ll have more information and details about the production.

  • New Immigration Problems

    A lot has been said about the problem with illegal immigrants coming up from Mexico and there’s a lot of mindless polemic on both sides, which I shall not address here.

    If you live somewhere like Phoenix where the numbers of immigrants (both legal and illegal) is high, you may have noticed that the recent economic downturn, combined with tougher enforcement seems to have turned parts of town into virtual ghost towns.

    But I want to talk about how this inconveniences me.

    I went to Kentucky Fried Chicken today and, for the first time in ages, everybody working there appeared to be… um… ethnically and linguistically of a background which would commonly be considered European-descended caucasion US citizens.

    The problem is, now that the Mexicans are gone, they’ve had to hire the moron population to take their jobs.

    It took 19 minutes to fill our order, of which they had plenty ready food on hand.

    It took one of the staffers a full minute to put 2 pieces of chicken and 2 scoups of macaroni on a plate.

    We’re all going to starve!

  • Enough time has passed

    I suppose enough time has passed and the story is funny enough – once I could distance myself from the pain – that I should at least blog it as a warning to my future self.

    It may not have escaped regular readers of the blog’s attention that I like a lot of things about Taiwan but the standard of cleanliness in food handling leaves quite a lot to be desired… And that standard, to some degree, is continued when they come to this country and open restaurants.

    As a side note, my Japanese teacher once commented about the California law that requires restaurants to prominently display their “letter grade” health department rating on the door.

    She commented on it because, if you visit California you could be forgiven for thinking “C” stood for Chinese.

    Anyway, I’m a little fastidious about food handling and always wary of Chinese food both here and abroad.

    Last weekend, the local Taiwanese association held a mid-autumn festival gathering in South Mountain park. It’s still quite warm and prepared food, in the form of bien dan (boxed meal) was being served from a local restaurant that I know to “authentically Taiwanese”.

    Rather than risk it, I opted instead to pick up a sandwich at Fresh & Easy on the way.

    I alone got salmonella poisoning that night.

    I lost 9 lbs. in 24 hours. I was completely incapacitated for 2 days and under-the-weather, at best, for 3 more. It’s only today that I feel “normal” again.

    Fresh & Easy’s “fresh” sandwiches are now firmly removed from my menu.