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» Southeast Asia Trip, Day 7: Last Day in Chiang Mai

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I spent today sick in bed. Danielle and Sara spent the day sightseeing and shopping, and discovered that everyone is much nicer to them when I’m not present. :-| (But maybe that’s because they overpaid for everything. :-P )

» Southeast Asia Trip, Day 6: Chiang Mai

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Despite it feeling like “DisneyWat,” we really enjoyed seeing the mountain temple at Doi Suthep. But today’s highlight was actually the banana waffle I ate at the bottom of the temple.

We also inadvertantly pissed off a few locals today, by overpaying for the sangtheaw (small public bus) the were in. This had the unfortunate and undesried effect of making the driver take a circuitous , “scenic” route (to make us think we’d gotten our money’s worth, I presume). The passengers started to wonder about the unusual (and inconvenient) route, and we could hear their agitation without understanding their words. They figured out that we were the culprits when we stopped the sangtheaw and paid… we heard them saying “fa-rong” as they rolled their eyes. (Fa-rong literally means “guava,” but it’s slang for an occidental. And we’re still not sure whether it’s derogatory.)

» Southeast Asia Trip, Day 5: Chiang Dao Day Trip

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On our way down the mountain (Doi Chiang Dao), we passed a small Thai military convoy headed up to destroy some nearby opium farms. The army driver stopped us to ask for directions, and our guide told them the way. (I didn’t ask how he knew the exact location of the opium fields. /:) )

» Southeast Asia Trip, Day 4: Chiang Mai

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Lunch today: best food of the trip, so far. Khao Soi is a Northern Thai specialty consisting of a curry coconut milk broth with egg noodles and chicken, topped with crispy dried noodles.

We visited several of Chiang Mai’s temples today, and Danielle realized why velcro shoes are the footwear of choice for Wat-hopping. (Untie laces, remove shoes, enter temple, leave temple, put on shoes, tie laces, repeat.)

Epilogue: We finally had good pad Thai. As with all things, “If you want it done right, do it yourself.” With the help of Yui–our Thai cooking instructor and a veritible wok guru–we learned how to cook pad Thai, tom kha kai, panaeng curry and green curry.

» Southeast Asia Trip, Day 3: Bangkok

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Spent the day with our guide, Tong, who was every bit as wonderful as we’d expected. She made an indelible impression on us, taught us more about Buddhism and Thailand than we could ever hope to remember, and gave us a day full of memories.

We also made an impression on her. Apparently, I’m the first person ever to ask about the shoes that the giant reclining Buddha of Wat Pho was wearing. As it turns out, the Buddha never wears shoes. Ever. And, Thais seem to find it amusing as hell if you think that he did.

» Southeast Asia Trip, Day 2: Bangkok

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Spent today exploring the city. I bought (and wore) a bright yellow shirt today, bearing the King’s crest and some other symbols which I hope don’t say “Kick Me” in Thai. Follow the logic of this purchase:

  • The King of Thailand (King Rama IX) was born on a Monday
  • Monday’s color is… yellow.
  • Every Monday, most Thais wear yellow in honor of their king.
  • I prefer to blend in seamlessly when I travel.
  • I did not bring a yellow shirt with me.
  • Ergo, I had to buy the yellow shirt.

» Southeast Asia Trip, Day 1: Bangkok

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Didn’t sleep. The 22-hour flight has worn us down, and our very first sight in Thailand was the chaotic Weekend Market. (Relaxing, it ain’t.)

Tonight’s dinner gets filed under “Unsuccessful International Dining.” We went to a highly recommended pad Thai restaurant–it was bustling with locals (only) so our hopes were high. Alas, not only have we had better pad Thai at home, but every dish we ordered had shrimp and prawns in it, which, between the 3 of us, we don’t like / don’t eat / are allergic to.

» Southeast Asia Trip: Intro

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Greetings from Thailand! We’ve just arrived in Ban Thaton, an absolutely lovely little town on the Thai-Burmese border, and we finally find ourselves with enough time to log an entry here. To keep the friction low, my goal is modest: a three-sentence blog entry each day we’re here. I’ll try to make daily updates, but they may appear in batches… hope you enjoy!

P.S., Hi Danielle! :)

» Travel Insurance Is Looking Good

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You know you’re in for an “exciting” vacation when…
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» Eating Well

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I’m planning on attending two food events next month. Leave a comment below if you want to join me or just meet up afterwards for a debriefing.

I’m Cuckoo for Cocoa! (Hold the Puffs)

Update: We went.
See comments below and photos for details.

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» You Are What You Watch

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In decreasing order of preference, I’d like my fellow citizens to be:
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» The Hunger, I Can Take… But *Somebody Get Me a Hamburger*

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Well, we did it again; another juice fast. This time, for 10 days… er, not counting the unfortunate hot dog I had to eat on Day 6. We timed it to coincide with Sara’s wisdom tooth extraction, since she’d have to be on soft foods for several days anyway.

Our food log is below. It’s comprehensive–nothing that entered my body is omitted (except for copious amounts of water). Vegetables listed below were local or organic (in that order), where possible.

Most memorable moment? Day 2: Sara passing out on the bathroom floor in front of me.

I was hungry for the first couple of days, but by the second half of the fast, I felt hunger only in very short (5 minutes) tolerable bursts, just once or twice a day. Surprisingly easy to bear. The cravings, on the other hand, were harder to bear. I just missed the taste of certain foods; oddly enough, they were mostly meats. Not a single craving for ice cream (my perennial favorite), but I was seeing lamb chops in my sleep.

Most memorable moment? Day 2: Sara passing out on the bathroom floor in front of me. Had I not been there to catch her, she very well could have smashed her head on the sink/toilet/floor. Ugh. (Note to all juice fast detractors: she more than likely fainted due to her strong pain killers and dehydration, not due to the juice fast.)

Without further ado, I present my food log:
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» Cognitive Elite, Apply Within

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Let’s face the obvious: yesterday we were nerds, today we’re the cognitive elite. Let’s conquer.

—Chester G. Edwards

Do the words “core dump” make you shiver with fear? (My wife just giggles whenever she hears it.)

If I asked you to “debug an Apache vfork problem” (again, she giggles), would you know that I’m referring neither to an Indian tribe nor to a utensil?

If you answered “yes” to both of those questions, then I’ve got a job opening you may be interested in. (Location: Cambridge, MA)
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» Password Security: It’s Not That Hard (But You Still Can’t Get It Right)

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I want to talk to you about password security.

Actually, that’s a lie. I don’t want to talk about it at all. But I have to–someone has to. I’ve had two recent problems with password security, both of them shamefully avoidable.

Warning: I’ll be discussing how to securely store passwords on a website (or in a database). This is primarily for website architects and developers, not for the general public.
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» Fun With Flickr

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Reload this page for HOURS OF FUN.

Or try it yourself, here:

(These are real flickr images. Idea and original code borrowed from kastner.)

» Things I Don’t Get

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Some things I don’t get:

  1. Why spam is effective (i.e., who is buying that cheap Viagra, paying for those university diplomas, applying for “100% guaranteed” mortgages, etc.?)
  2. Why people ask for (or tolerate) ice cubes in their water
  3. Modern art

I’ll tackle the first two another time. This weekend I went to the Museum of Modern Art.

Ron Visits MOMA

Things I Don't GetThings I Don't GetThings I Don't Get

For the impatient, let me just state my conclusion now: MOMA is the biggest ripoff since college textbooks.
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