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Sunday, April 28, 2013
Sunday, April 14, 2013
Home Again, Home Again (Jiggity Jig)
Mike, here. Back home, safe and sound, after my week-long business trip in Dallas, getting Usability training. Yesterday (the final day) was spent mostly seated: either flying through the sky, or waiting at a gate to fly through the sky. Oh, and, of course, eating.
Gluten-wise, yesterday was pretty much 50/50. I didn't go out of my way to avoid gluten, but I also didn't deliberately look for it, either. Here's how the day unfolded:
Up at 4:30 CDT, like I had done throughout the week prior, staying in sync with Eastern time, so I wouldn't have to deal with any kind of jet leg (even an hour can make a difference). This also gave me an extra hour to pack and get going, so I wouldn't have to rush. And, finally, it allowed me to, should I choose, leave for the airport early (which I did, and it turned out to be a very good thing).
Breakfast was the usual Isagenix products: Ionix, minerals, lithium oratate, M/V cleanse, and M/V shake. Nom. Got all that in my belly, packed up my bags, made a final check of the room, and was down at the lobby just before 6:30. Checked out, saw the cab was ready to take me to the airport, so off I went.
As we're heading for the on-ramp, I see a fire truck go speeding by on the overpass. Ruh Roh. Sure enough, we've gone not 2 miles when traffic grinds to a halt, and we crawled for about 10 minutes before getting to the scene: first I see a wheel (no tire, just the actual wheel it goes on), followed by a fire truck diagonally across three lanes, and beyond it, a pickup truck on its side, facing the wrong direction.
No, the fire truck was fine; it was there to help force traffic to merge into one lane. Even the pickup truck didn't look too bad...for a truck that had obviously rolled over. There were no ambulances there by the time we reached the scene, so I do not know if anybody got hurt (hopefully not). So we're all trying to merge from four lanes into one, and this is in the midst of a massive construction project that seemed to be affecting all of Dallas. I have no idea what the circumstances were, leading up to the accident, but they certainly picked an interesting place to do it in.
Anyway, we get clear of the accident, and it's smooth sailing into the airport. Which, in and of itself, is a city. Overpasses, ramps, spirals, exits here and there. How anybody can find their way around (even with the massive signs) is beyond me. I think my brain would just overload itself were I trying to drive and make my way in DFW. Holy...
Anyway, I get to the ticket counter, check my bag (not carrying it on for the return trip; if it doesn't make it all the way home with me right away, it's not the end of the world), and manage to get quasi-upgrades on my tickets (which have me in a middle seat from Dallas to Charlotte and then to Boston. Eww). I say quasi-upgrade because I still have a middle seat to Charlotte, but it's right behind the exit row. The guy who got the window seat actually has no seat in front of him, so he can stretch his legs out, meaning they're not wandering into my area. Well and good. And I scored an aisle seat for the Charlotte-Boston leg. Not on an exit row, but it will do.
Had my last IsaLean bar while waiting to board the plane in Dallas. Hit the spot. Supposed to be for lunch, but I was hungry now, and didn't have the conference snacks to rely on. Plus I knew I would have some extra time in Charlotte for a sit-down meal, so it just made sense.
As it turned out, all three flights were better than I had expected, because they were all about 20 minutes shorter than expected. Must have been some damn good tailwinds that day. I amused myself pretty much the entire way home by reading on my tablet (finished my reread of The Silmarillion by J.R.R. Tolkien - a tough read the first few times through but now it's starting to make a bit more sense - and started on the latest Charlie Parker novel by John Connolly - if you are a fan of supernatural thrillers and Maine locales, then I strongly urge you to check out this series, starting with Every Dead Thing - be warned; he doesn't pull any punches, gore-wise), and the occasional chat with my seat mate(s).
Rolled into Charlotte, sat on the runway for 20 minutes waiting for the gate to unblock. Serves us right for getting there early; who do we think we are, anyway? Got into the gate, realized my departure gate was about 200 feet down the concourse, and there was a restaurant to the other side and a restroom directly across. Excellent. 2 hours to my flight. Outstanding. Let's eat.
Restaurant was a burger joint, and I was tempted, but the Asian chicken salad caught my eye. Hmm. That sounds really good. OK, I'll do that. And it was quite good, if a bit heavy on the dressing (sesame soy peanut). I imagine there was gluten in the dressing, and there was definitely gluten in the chow mein noodles (fried), and, oh yes, in the 14 oz glass of Stella Artois I enjoyed with the salad (back when I thought I might get a burger). So, 50/50 for lunch. Not bad.
Left the restaurant, went to my gate, made sure all was well, then wandered over to an empty gate with lots of free plugs, to charge my various electronics while checking email and chatting with Kelly. I think Facebook Messenger kept me sane on this trip.
Boarded the flight to Boston, took off on time, had a lovely chat about my childhood days in Boston and Southern Maine with a couple of Bostonian ladies (one of them actually lived on Tha VineYaaad), which definitely helped pass the time. We also chatted about what would be a good place to grab dinner at the airport. I, of course, recommended Legal Seafood, and opined that we would probably be in sight of it when we exited the gate.
Well, we rolled into Logan an hour early, and did not have to wait on the runway. Got to the gate, walked up the runway, and we were staring Legal Seafood right in the face. Perfect.
The flight to Presque Isle always flies out of gate B9 (which is right downstairs from Legal Seafood), so I already knew where it was. Headed down to get my boarding pass, but nobody was there yet, not even the Penair agents. No problem, a flight would arrive in an hour, so I would have dinner first. At Legal Seafood, of course.
Went back upstairs, grabbed a seat right by the "exit" (a railing, basically), and enjoyed a nice steaming mug of clam chowder (the correct pronunciation is "CLAY-am CHOW-dah") and a lovely New Zealand Sauvignon Blanc. As can be expected, there was gluten in the chowder (most chowders use a roux to thicken them, and that means wheat flour, not to mention the generous heap of oyster crackers I threw in to make it all perfect). And that was just the appetizer. I decided to blow the whole gluten thing out of the water by having the tuna burger (freshly ground and mixed with chili paste). Fries were meh, but the burger was insane.
Resisted the urge to have another glass of wine, paid my bill and headed downstairs to the gate again, to get my boarding pass. That all set, I found another plug and charged my phone while chatting some more with Kelly (who was, at this time, heading down to Presque Isle to have dinner at Ruby Tuesday while waiting for my flight to arrive).
As I was getting ready to board, I realized I had forgotten to take my minerals and evening pill pack. And I didn't feel like buying a $3 bottle of water just for a few gulps on pills (if I drank the whole thing, I'd have to pee halfway to Presque Isle. I'm a small guy, but the bathrooms on those Saab puddle jumpers are downright tiny. I'll do it if I have to, but if I can avoid it, well...).
Well, no problem, They always offer a light refreshment on the Penair flight: water or a soft drink and pretzels or Chex Mix. Perfect. Got all my pills together and tucked them into my shirt pocket. And we boarded. Hmm, looks like they took out a row of seats and adjusted the rest accordingly. Look at all this leg room! Sat back and enjoyed the ride. Got my water and Chex Mix, took my pills, read for a bit, and before I knew it, we were on the ground. Again, about half an hour early. Damn. Charmed flights, for sure. Very cool.
Met my sweet patootie at the gate, gave her big hugs and kisses, grabbed my bag, and home we went. Had a few glasses of wine before crawling into bed and sacking out, but no more food. Good to be home. Oh, yes. I'll unpack tomorrow. :-)
So! The wrap-up. Gluten items today included:
Gluten-wise, yesterday was pretty much 50/50. I didn't go out of my way to avoid gluten, but I also didn't deliberately look for it, either. Here's how the day unfolded:
Up at 4:30 CDT, like I had done throughout the week prior, staying in sync with Eastern time, so I wouldn't have to deal with any kind of jet leg (even an hour can make a difference). This also gave me an extra hour to pack and get going, so I wouldn't have to rush. And, finally, it allowed me to, should I choose, leave for the airport early (which I did, and it turned out to be a very good thing).
Breakfast was the usual Isagenix products: Ionix, minerals, lithium oratate, M/V cleanse, and M/V shake. Nom. Got all that in my belly, packed up my bags, made a final check of the room, and was down at the lobby just before 6:30. Checked out, saw the cab was ready to take me to the airport, so off I went.
As we're heading for the on-ramp, I see a fire truck go speeding by on the overpass. Ruh Roh. Sure enough, we've gone not 2 miles when traffic grinds to a halt, and we crawled for about 10 minutes before getting to the scene: first I see a wheel (no tire, just the actual wheel it goes on), followed by a fire truck diagonally across three lanes, and beyond it, a pickup truck on its side, facing the wrong direction.
No, the fire truck was fine; it was there to help force traffic to merge into one lane. Even the pickup truck didn't look too bad...for a truck that had obviously rolled over. There were no ambulances there by the time we reached the scene, so I do not know if anybody got hurt (hopefully not). So we're all trying to merge from four lanes into one, and this is in the midst of a massive construction project that seemed to be affecting all of Dallas. I have no idea what the circumstances were, leading up to the accident, but they certainly picked an interesting place to do it in.
Anyway, we get clear of the accident, and it's smooth sailing into the airport. Which, in and of itself, is a city. Overpasses, ramps, spirals, exits here and there. How anybody can find their way around (even with the massive signs) is beyond me. I think my brain would just overload itself were I trying to drive and make my way in DFW. Holy...
Anyway, I get to the ticket counter, check my bag (not carrying it on for the return trip; if it doesn't make it all the way home with me right away, it's not the end of the world), and manage to get quasi-upgrades on my tickets (which have me in a middle seat from Dallas to Charlotte and then to Boston. Eww). I say quasi-upgrade because I still have a middle seat to Charlotte, but it's right behind the exit row. The guy who got the window seat actually has no seat in front of him, so he can stretch his legs out, meaning they're not wandering into my area. Well and good. And I scored an aisle seat for the Charlotte-Boston leg. Not on an exit row, but it will do.
Had my last IsaLean bar while waiting to board the plane in Dallas. Hit the spot. Supposed to be for lunch, but I was hungry now, and didn't have the conference snacks to rely on. Plus I knew I would have some extra time in Charlotte for a sit-down meal, so it just made sense.
As it turned out, all three flights were better than I had expected, because they were all about 20 minutes shorter than expected. Must have been some damn good tailwinds that day. I amused myself pretty much the entire way home by reading on my tablet (finished my reread of The Silmarillion by J.R.R. Tolkien - a tough read the first few times through but now it's starting to make a bit more sense - and started on the latest Charlie Parker novel by John Connolly - if you are a fan of supernatural thrillers and Maine locales, then I strongly urge you to check out this series, starting with Every Dead Thing - be warned; he doesn't pull any punches, gore-wise), and the occasional chat with my seat mate(s).
Rolled into Charlotte, sat on the runway for 20 minutes waiting for the gate to unblock. Serves us right for getting there early; who do we think we are, anyway? Got into the gate, realized my departure gate was about 200 feet down the concourse, and there was a restaurant to the other side and a restroom directly across. Excellent. 2 hours to my flight. Outstanding. Let's eat.
Restaurant was a burger joint, and I was tempted, but the Asian chicken salad caught my eye. Hmm. That sounds really good. OK, I'll do that. And it was quite good, if a bit heavy on the dressing (sesame soy peanut). I imagine there was gluten in the dressing, and there was definitely gluten in the chow mein noodles (fried), and, oh yes, in the 14 oz glass of Stella Artois I enjoyed with the salad (back when I thought I might get a burger). So, 50/50 for lunch. Not bad.
Left the restaurant, went to my gate, made sure all was well, then wandered over to an empty gate with lots of free plugs, to charge my various electronics while checking email and chatting with Kelly. I think Facebook Messenger kept me sane on this trip.
Boarded the flight to Boston, took off on time, had a lovely chat about my childhood days in Boston and Southern Maine with a couple of Bostonian ladies (one of them actually lived on Tha VineYaaad), which definitely helped pass the time. We also chatted about what would be a good place to grab dinner at the airport. I, of course, recommended Legal Seafood, and opined that we would probably be in sight of it when we exited the gate.
Well, we rolled into Logan an hour early, and did not have to wait on the runway. Got to the gate, walked up the runway, and we were staring Legal Seafood right in the face. Perfect.
The flight to Presque Isle always flies out of gate B9 (which is right downstairs from Legal Seafood), so I already knew where it was. Headed down to get my boarding pass, but nobody was there yet, not even the Penair agents. No problem, a flight would arrive in an hour, so I would have dinner first. At Legal Seafood, of course.
Went back upstairs, grabbed a seat right by the "exit" (a railing, basically), and enjoyed a nice steaming mug of clam chowder (the correct pronunciation is "CLAY-am CHOW-dah") and a lovely New Zealand Sauvignon Blanc. As can be expected, there was gluten in the chowder (most chowders use a roux to thicken them, and that means wheat flour, not to mention the generous heap of oyster crackers I threw in to make it all perfect). And that was just the appetizer. I decided to blow the whole gluten thing out of the water by having the tuna burger (freshly ground and mixed with chili paste). Fries were meh, but the burger was insane.
Resisted the urge to have another glass of wine, paid my bill and headed downstairs to the gate again, to get my boarding pass. That all set, I found another plug and charged my phone while chatting some more with Kelly (who was, at this time, heading down to Presque Isle to have dinner at Ruby Tuesday while waiting for my flight to arrive).
As I was getting ready to board, I realized I had forgotten to take my minerals and evening pill pack. And I didn't feel like buying a $3 bottle of water just for a few gulps on pills (if I drank the whole thing, I'd have to pee halfway to Presque Isle. I'm a small guy, but the bathrooms on those Saab puddle jumpers are downright tiny. I'll do it if I have to, but if I can avoid it, well...).
Well, no problem, They always offer a light refreshment on the Penair flight: water or a soft drink and pretzels or Chex Mix. Perfect. Got all my pills together and tucked them into my shirt pocket. And we boarded. Hmm, looks like they took out a row of seats and adjusted the rest accordingly. Look at all this leg room! Sat back and enjoyed the ride. Got my water and Chex Mix, took my pills, read for a bit, and before I knew it, we were on the ground. Again, about half an hour early. Damn. Charmed flights, for sure. Very cool.
Met my sweet patootie at the gate, gave her big hugs and kisses, grabbed my bag, and home we went. Had a few glasses of wine before crawling into bed and sacking out, but no more food. Good to be home. Oh, yes. I'll unpack tomorrow. :-)
So! The wrap-up. Gluten items today included:
- Chow mein noodles in the salad.
- Possibly the dressing in the salad.
- The beer with the salad.
- The roux in the chowder.
- The crackers in the chowder.
- The bun on the tuna burger.
- The Chex Mix.
Probably more than half the meals, all in all. Maybe less. Dunno. It was yummy, and again I didn't go out of my way to have gluten, it just worked itself in.
So now it is Sunday, and we are enjoying some glutinous items before basically tossing every ounce of gluten out of the house today and tomorrow (with the exception of some homemade meat pies which we will save for a very special occasion; those are a lot of work and we don't want to just chuck them) and are hitting the ground running once again. This time, for good. But for today: one last homemade thin crust pizza session. Wheat dough. Ahh...
Friday, April 12, 2013
Glutinous Remorse
Good evening, folks. Mike here, again. A mere 13 hours since my last blog post, but as I am flying out bright and early tomorrow, I probably won't have time to get my blog post in. So, why not now? I have just finished dinner after a long Day 5 (the last day of my Dallas training), and as I ended up going a little overboard on the gluten intake today, and am feeling it, it is also a good time to write my blog post, for that alone.
So! Day 5. Usual morning routine, pretty much to-the-letter identical to yesterday. The only difference was that instead of having tea while waiting for the doors to the classroom to open, I decided to splurge a little and have a cafe mocha. Homemade style. So, packet of hot chocolate mix dumped into a cup of coffee, with some cream and sugar added. It was good, but not great. Still, it didn't suck.
Class begins, and we quickly dive into the nuances of Usability Testing. Pretty fascinating stuff. Snack time rolls around, and they serve...bread. Lemon poppy seed and zucchini (separate slices, that is. They might not be so good together). Oh, what the hell. I have a slice of each. And, just for good measure, since is the last day, more sesame sticks. Those things should be illegal. Some vanilla tea to complement and off we go.
Lunch time rolls around, and I'm good. Back to my room for an IsaLean bar and my minerals. The last chocolate decadence. Just one oatmeal raisin left, and that will be for on a plane or in an airport somewhere tomorrow.
Back down to class. Now we're actually dividing into groups and coming up with tasks for people to do that we can observe. I volunteer to be the guinea pig and get walked through a couple of tests on using a mobile calendar app. Was a lot of fun, actually.
Afternoon snack. Oh, sweet merciful crap, they pulled out all the stops and baked freaking cookies. Oh, all right. One chocolate chip, one oatmeal raisin. And some apple-cinnamon tea. And water, of course. Plenty of that today.
We finish up our final section of class, and that's it. Seminar's done. Do I really want to go wandering around North Dallas, looking for dinner? Nah. So I go up to my room, take my evening pills, and eat an apple I had grabbed yesterday and hadn't felt like eating. Wanted to give my tummy something to keep the pills company, in case dinner took a while.
So, down to the hotel bar for my final meal here. Same server, everybody remembered my name despite me only being there a couple of times over the week. Well, I do tip well; that probably didn't hurt. But I will chalk it up to southern hospitality.
So, one final glass of wine, a nice Northern California Cab. Very nice. For an app, I think I will have...ooo, a charcuterie plate. Basically italian cold cuts, served with some bread (didn't know about that until it arrived), cheeses, veggies (onions and asparagus) and mustard. Nom. But it was a big plate. OK, the app just became the entree. And the menu didn't mention the bread, but, well, now I can make little sandwiches. I do love to play with my food. So, yes, more gluten.
Dinner was lovely. And, how about dessert, asks Robin the server? Well, let me finish my wine and ponder this, while I look at a dessert menu. Turns out Robin is the dessert menu. No, not that she's offering herself to me for dessert, but that she has it all up in her head, and she starts rattling things off. Cheesecake, bread pudding, apple tarte tatin, ice cream, fruit and cheese (did that one earlier in the week), et cetera.
Hmm.
She walks away and I finish my wine. Do I want dessert? Do I want to just go back to my room and call it good? Dessert? Room? Dessert? Room?
And two words insinuate themselves into my consciousness and gently damn me:
"Bread Pudding."
Ahh, f**k it, let's make my journey to the dark side (at least for this evening, anyway), complete. In a flurry of ridiculous metaphors, I abandon my Yoda inclinations to go straight to my room in favor of that Darth Vader of gluten foods. "Come to the Dark Side, we've got Bread Pudding. -V."
Yes, it was awesome. Yes, it was purty (they made a drizzly pattern of sauces on top, and at first I thought they had given me the cheesecake). Yes, I savored every bite and only managed to refrain from licking the plate by a sheer act of will.
Paid the bill. Walked up the stairs (small victory, there) to my room. Immediately realized that my body was probably going to be very upset with me, so took a Gas-X. And then spent the next two hours, burping mint and farting...well, let's just leave it at that.
Do I regret it? Right now, yes. Once I feel better, I will probably regret it less. And tomorrow, when the cravings are kicking in, I will probably regret it not at all. Hopefully I will prove myself wrong and try to behave as best as I can on the way home. Time will tell.
The good news is that I will have a 2 hour layover in Boston, and my gate is just downstairs from Legal Sea Food. And, well, they have sea food. Imagine that. Very good sea food, as a matter of fact. I can eat healthy there, by damn. So dinner should be pretty safe.
Breakfast is covered (shake). As for lunch? Well, I have a bar, but I might end up eating that at DFW before boarding the flight (as it will have been close to 3 hours since I ate that shake at that point, and it doesn't exactly stick with you for that long (that's kind of the point; it's easy to digest - at home I am usually eating some greek yogurt and granola by that time). So, lunch is up in the air. I'll be in Charlotte, NC for noon, with another 2-hour layover (the first one, actually) so perhaps I can take in some Southern Hospitality (Dixie style) and get something to eat there. Of course, the Deep South isn't exactly known for healthy eating (they're working on it, tho). Anyway, I am not going to worry about it; things have a way of working out.
What I don't regret is the experience. Dallas definitely has its share of charm. Of course, I am only basing it on a couple city blocks of experience, mostly inside this hotel. But I liked what I saw.
Sleep tight, folks. Most likely I will blog some more tomorrow. Gotta do something besides eating on those 2 hour layovers, right?
The Routine Becomes Old Hat...and the Halo Slips
Hiyo, Mike here. Day 4 of my Dallas trip.
By now, I have pretty well established a morning routine, that I only deviate from slightly, here and there. So this is pretty well how each day begins:
So, that's the way that Day 4 more or less played out. Class today was The Human Mind and Usability. Very interesting to learn that a good chunk of web design is basically just mind games. But very fascinating.
Anyway, enough dry talk, now we come to the food for the day. So...breakfast was the usual. First snack was...ooo, yogurt, fruit and granola parfait! Very nice! And the tea all day was the organic vanilla rooibos. They brought it back, and I could not get enough of it. OmNomNomNom.
And then...well, let's just say that I made up for not eating any sesame sticks the previous day by having a shit-ton of them today. Maybe if I eat enough of them this week I won't want them for a long, long time. So, yeah, there's the gluten for today. Well, it's the start of the gluten, anyway. Read on.
Lunch is usually when I have my bar and a piece of fruit. Well, I had grabbed the fruit and run it back up to my room with a bottle of water at break time (and to grab a sweater, because it was actually cold in the classroom today! Glad I brought a sweater with me).
But when I got back to my table in the classroom, waiting for me was the menu for today's lunch, which was, incidentally, paid for by NN/g. Burrito buffet. Beef and chicken, with rice, beans, queso fresco and salad. OK, well, guess we'll be having the bar for dinner, because that is just too good to pass up. And it was pretty yummy. I think I could have asked for corn tortillas to remain gluten free, but I just went with the flour, because I didn't want to hold up the line. I did, however, avoid the carrot cake. So lunch was, with the exception of the tortillas, gluten free (there might have been gluten in the spice in the rice, but there was no orzo, so I'll call it good).
Afternoon snack rolls around. Let's see, what did they put out for us...HUMMUS! EEEEEE! HUMMUS IS YUMMUS!!!!! And it looked hand made, too. Oh, baby. Of course, it was served with crackers and flatbread and stuff. Gluten abounds! OK, so this is going to be one of my "off" days. Grabbed some of those, enjoyed them thoroughly, and then had more sesame sticks for good measure. If I am going to do a thing, I am going to do a thing, if you know what I mean.
I did managed to behave for the rest of the day. Had my bar, and that was it. Oh, yes, and my pills. Still had an apple from before, but didn't eat it. Had a touch of heartburn and it was a Granny Smith apple (acidic - not appetizing). I'll have that with lunch today.
But one nice thing about having lunch as my knife-and-fork meal instead of dinner was that I was able to go right back to the room after class was over. With Kelly being an hour later, this gives us more time to chat (first via FB, later via Google Hangouts) before she crawls into bed. And with me trying to stay on the same schedule as her, it means I get more time to unwind before going to bed as well.
I don't imagine I will do that today, however. I still want to check out that Indian restaurant. Or get out and see a little more of Dallas, even if it just means walking over to the Galleria again and trying a different place. I've heard a lot of good things about Five Guys, except that they're pricy. Which I don't have a problem with, as long as the food is good, but still, I can get a decent burger anywhere, so I don't know. Won't really make up my mind until this evening anyway.
But I'm getting ahead of myself. Gluten factor for Day 4:
By now, I have pretty well established a morning routine, that I only deviate from slightly, here and there. So this is pretty well how each day begins:
- Alarm goes off at 4:30 AM. Lie in bed for a few seconds, rubbing the crud out of my eyes, yawning and scratching my head.
- Get up. Drag on my puttering-around-the-hotel-room outfit: shorts & a T-Shirt.
- Use the bathroom.
- Mix up my Ionix.
- 3 squirts of Isamune.
- Unplug my phone charger from the wall in the bedroom (phone's the alarm clock) and take it into the living room, where I plug it into the wall there. Phone's fully charged, but it won't be for long (you'll see why shortly).
- Power up all my devices and go through the process of connecting back to the Hotel's Internet (wired on the laptop, wireless on the tablet and phone). Pretty simple, just gotta go through their gateway once and hit "Connect to the Internet." No password needed; it's complimentary. That should really be standard in all hotels, but I digress.
- Log into Facebook and message my sweet patootie that I am up (she usually beats me to it and there's a message waiting for me, or it pops up just as I'm about to type "I adore you" into the chat window).
- Check my work email.
- Check my personal email.
- Check Feedly.
- Check for Words With Friends moves.
- By this time, Kelly and I have been chatting back and forth on FB for a while and we switch to Google Hangout, so we can see and hear each other. And while a talking head in a box isn't quite as good as the real thing, it's a damn sight better than voice alone, or just text, or (like in the old days) nothing at all. And of course, video eats battery, and I'm using my phone, so it's good that it's fully charged.
- Have my cleanse and minerals.
- Have my shake and pills.
- Continue chatting with my sweetie until it's time for her to get to work. Hang up and plug my phone back in to charge.
- VPN into my work machine and take care of any issues needing my attention that mere email couldn't do.
- Write my blog from the previous day (this is where I am now).
- Lay out my clothes for the day.
- Shower.
- Shave.
- Polish the fangs.
- Get dressed.
- At this point it's usually 8 am CDT by now, so I head down to the registration desk for the conference and get the thumb drive with today's materials on it.
- Go down to the front desk and redeem my "Green Housekeeping" slip for some Starwood Prefered Guest points (I could also get a $5 voucher to use at the restaurant, but I just take the points instead).
- Sit down in the hotel lobby and crack open the laptop again.
- Check any work email or news feeds that have come up until around 8:45.
- Classrooms have opened, so I go up and get a seat.
So, that's the way that Day 4 more or less played out. Class today was The Human Mind and Usability. Very interesting to learn that a good chunk of web design is basically just mind games. But very fascinating.
Anyway, enough dry talk, now we come to the food for the day. So...breakfast was the usual. First snack was...ooo, yogurt, fruit and granola parfait! Very nice! And the tea all day was the organic vanilla rooibos. They brought it back, and I could not get enough of it. OmNomNomNom.
And then...well, let's just say that I made up for not eating any sesame sticks the previous day by having a shit-ton of them today. Maybe if I eat enough of them this week I won't want them for a long, long time. So, yeah, there's the gluten for today. Well, it's the start of the gluten, anyway. Read on.
Lunch is usually when I have my bar and a piece of fruit. Well, I had grabbed the fruit and run it back up to my room with a bottle of water at break time (and to grab a sweater, because it was actually cold in the classroom today! Glad I brought a sweater with me).
But when I got back to my table in the classroom, waiting for me was the menu for today's lunch, which was, incidentally, paid for by NN/g. Burrito buffet. Beef and chicken, with rice, beans, queso fresco and salad. OK, well, guess we'll be having the bar for dinner, because that is just too good to pass up. And it was pretty yummy. I think I could have asked for corn tortillas to remain gluten free, but I just went with the flour, because I didn't want to hold up the line. I did, however, avoid the carrot cake. So lunch was, with the exception of the tortillas, gluten free (there might have been gluten in the spice in the rice, but there was no orzo, so I'll call it good).
Afternoon snack rolls around. Let's see, what did they put out for us...HUMMUS! EEEEEE! HUMMUS IS YUMMUS!!!!! And it looked hand made, too. Oh, baby. Of course, it was served with crackers and flatbread and stuff. Gluten abounds! OK, so this is going to be one of my "off" days. Grabbed some of those, enjoyed them thoroughly, and then had more sesame sticks for good measure. If I am going to do a thing, I am going to do a thing, if you know what I mean.
I did managed to behave for the rest of the day. Had my bar, and that was it. Oh, yes, and my pills. Still had an apple from before, but didn't eat it. Had a touch of heartburn and it was a Granny Smith apple (acidic - not appetizing). I'll have that with lunch today.
But one nice thing about having lunch as my knife-and-fork meal instead of dinner was that I was able to go right back to the room after class was over. With Kelly being an hour later, this gives us more time to chat (first via FB, later via Google Hangouts) before she crawls into bed. And with me trying to stay on the same schedule as her, it means I get more time to unwind before going to bed as well.
I don't imagine I will do that today, however. I still want to check out that Indian restaurant. Or get out and see a little more of Dallas, even if it just means walking over to the Galleria again and trying a different place. I've heard a lot of good things about Five Guys, except that they're pricy. Which I don't have a problem with, as long as the food is good, but still, I can get a decent burger anywhere, so I don't know. Won't really make up my mind until this evening anyway.
But I'm getting ahead of myself. Gluten factor for Day 4:
- Sesame sticks
- 2 large flour tortillas
- Several pieces of grilled flatbread
- Miscellaneous crackers
- 1 chocolate brownie (I forgot about that until just now. How I forgot is beyond me; it was fantastically fudgy with chocolate chunks in, quite possibly one of the best brownies I've eaten, ever)
- More sesame sticks (for good measure).
Not exactly a shining example of gluten free goodness, is it? Well, Kelly and I talked last night and we decided that the 80/20 rule for gluten isn't really working for us, because any gluten at all can lead to cravings, and cravings suck.
So, when I get back, starting Monday (possibly Sunday although I doubt it), we're going cold turkey for at least a month. May 17th is Kelly's birthday, and we will probably hit a nice German restaurant we love over in Grand Falls, NB, and that means spaetzle, but that will be the exception, not the rule. Other than that, no gluten. Zip. Zilch. Nada. Cravings be gone!
But in the meantime, I still plan to have a little fun. I will still endeavor to make largely gluten-free choices, but won't freak out if it pops up here and there. Saturday will be airport day, and all bets are off, but today and tomorrow I can exercise moderation.
And that's Day 4 and extras in a nutshell. Over and out!
Thursday, April 11, 2013
Social Studies
Good Morning! Mike, here, and today I will talk about Day 3 of my business trip. Second round of classes; new instructor, starting to see some familiar faces, getting used to where everything is and how the conference is run. Pretty cool. But I am getting ahead of myself. Let's go back to the start of the day.
Alarm went off at 4:30 local time, which translates to 5:30 EDT, so basically I'm staying on the same internal clock. This is working out surprisingly well. It also gives me a good 2-3 hours to get ready for the day, which I am liking quite a bit. It helps that classes don't start until 9 and I can't really do anything with them before hand (other than register at 8 and browse the slides from the presentation to get familiar with them beforehand). Back home, when I get up and I am ready to go, I head into work to get stuff done sooner rather than later. It's just how I'm wired, I guess.
Anyway, had my Ionix, M/V cleanse, minerals and shake. The usual. Chatted with my awesome better half via Google Hangouts, made bird noises to freak the cats out, made strange faces in the phone camera to make Kelly laugh, it's all good. We've been keeping in touch all day via Facebook chat anyway (we get frequent breaks in the class, so I can always jump over to FB and see what she's said in the last hour and a half), so that has been really nice. Makes it seem not so bad to me, anyway.
So! On with Day 3! Finished breakfast, hopped in the shower (no singing), and I was ready for my morning shave. Normally I only shave every other day, but since I had all those extra free samples from the Art of Shaving, I made use of them. And quickly learned that one sample is good enough for 2 days at least. Unfortunately, I only learned that after I had squeezed the entire contents of the pre-shave oil packet onto my hand. Oh well, can't get it back in the packet, may as well use it.
Needless to say, my face was nicely pre-oiled yesterday. Even half a sample packet of shaving cream felt totally luxurious. Did the double lather-and-shave bit (once with the grain, and then once against the grain for a closer shave. Works marvelously). Some post shave balm and my face was nicely peeled. Right, time to go down and register for today's class. Well, I did get dressed first.
Registered for class, got my second thumb drive (collect the whole set! It's like Pokemon, only they all look the same!) and sat down in the hotel lobby with my laptop to pull the slides onto the local hard drive and review them before the doors to the classroom opened at 8:45.
About halfway through this, there came a god-awful screech from somewhere in the hotel lobby (I should mention that the hotel has an open-air atrium that goes all the way up to the top floor, so it's a huge vertical space) and air starts blowing at a very fast rate. At first I didn't think anything of it, but when I started noticing all the front desk staff standing in the middle of the lobby, looking in the air and frantically talking on their walkie-talkies, I got a little concerned. And at this point the air is blowing every napkin in the place around the lobby in little tornado patterns. Hmm. Should I be ducking for cover at this point?
Anyway, somebody twiddled some kind of control and the air stopped blowing, but I still don't know what that was all about (one of the guys at the social later said that we all almost died, but he also admitted that he was a pathological liar, so I'll take that with a grain of salt). I'll ask about it today when I go to redeem my green houskeeping coupon for the 500 SPG points.
OK, so the course starts. Different instructor, but also excellent. Good sense of humor, decent material. First break was the standard trail mix...but hey, fresh fruit smoothies! All right! I grabbed a strawberry one. Nom. I was very proud of myself in that I completely avoided the sesame sticks this time around. They're good, but I was saving my gluten for later. Actually, I was originally seeing if I could avoid gluten completely on this day. Ultimately, that didn't happen, but it was a fun little experiment. This morning's tea was organic chamomile. Oh yeah, baby.
OK, back to class. Lunch time rolls around. Debated doing the buffet downstairs, decided ultimately to go back to my room and have my bar, plus a banana I grabbed at snack time. Think that was the right decision. Caught up on my news feeds, took my minerals on time, got back down to class with minutes to spare. It helps that the classrooms are on the floor directly below mine, close to the stairwell, so getting from my room to the classroom is basically a 30-second walk. Very cool.
Those of you who travel, have you ever noticed how stark the stairwells are compared to the rest of the hotel? It's quite the contrast, really. Lush carpeting, soft lighting inside, vs bare concrete, big steel handrails, harsh lighting and general ugliness in the stairwells. You would think they'd try and spruce it up a little bit if they actually think people will use them. Then again, they've got these fabulous glass elevators for people to use; guess they want to promote those instead. Doesn't make much sense to me to use the elevators, but I might think differently if I were on the ninth floor.
Anyway, class resumes for the afternoon; really getting into the topics. Had a great discussion with the instructor about perceived affordance and expected behavior. If an interface has a picture of a button (or even what remotely looks like a button - just some text with a box around it), people will try and click it. If you don't make that clickable, that's not very good design. Interesting stuff.
Afternoon snack rolls around, and they really threw us a curve ball. The usual trail mix (I may be really sick of trail mix by the time I get back from Dallas, but I am enjoying it now), plus sliced vegetables and dip. I would have had the veggies (they had asparagus spears! Do I go 3-for-3 on asparagus consumption this week?), except that the dips were blue cheese and ranch. Gak. And here's the weird part. They also had candy bars. Yep, full-sized candy bars. Reeses peanut butter cups. Snickers. Hersheys. Etc.
I stuck with the trail mix. Still no sesame sticks. Go me. And my afternoon tea was, I believe, Relaxation. Organic, but I have no idea what was in it. Not as tasty as the others, but still yummy. I also managed to stay more hydrated than day 1, keeping my water glass filled. Good to be hydrated, but I had to make many trips to the bathroom. Today I might sit closer to the door so I don't disrupt anyone. We'll see.
So, class winds down, and I head back to my room to freshen up. Now comes the moment I have been waiting for...and simultaneously dreading. The cocktail social. Now, those of you who know me will know that I am a pretty chatty guy...with people I know. I tend to clam up when I'm around strangers...at least at first. Then I get nervous and won't shut up. So I have to find the happy medium between wallflower and lampshade-head. I very cautiously walk back down to the social, expecting it to be mobbed (something else I hate).
Got a very pleasant surprise: there was probably only about 20 people. I was expecting it to be packed (there are like 150 people at this conference). Guess everybody was too tired. Well, that's OK. A waiter comes up to me and asks if I would like Chardonnay or Merlot. Well, now, I believe some Merlot would be lovely. *sip*.
And, hey, there's today's instructor next to the cheese and crackers! Perfect way to break the ice. I walk up to her and say, "well, that was fun!" Which leads to a nice long conversation about life, the universe and everything. She lives in Cape Cod, went to school at Northeastern (where I spent my freshman year back in 1988-89 before transferring down to UConn), her boyfriend is from Canada, so I talk about Kelly being Canadian, which of course leads to the "well, how did you guys meet" story, and so on. Great chat.
Then her car arrives and she heads back to the east coast (quick conference for her, but evening flight. Eww), so I wander over to a couple of women who work for a medium-sized group insurance company (different from the P&C company that I work for) and we talk UX shop for a while (they're more well established whereas I am just starting out - neat contrast). Then I go over and talk technology and travel in general with another group, and we more or less closed the social hour out. Topics such as psychology (the pathological liar and how he amuses himself while traveling), technology (why do they still use a 3.5" floppy disk icon for Save), Spinal Tap (don't even ask), and other general items related to the conference. Really fun bunch; I will be seeing a couple of them in today's class (The Human Mind and Usability).
Oh, yes, the food selection at the social was mainly finger foods: cheese, crackers (I did partake, so there goes the gluten free day), coconut shrimp and beef satays. The latter two had some great sauces. And since the social was in the bar area of the hotel lobby, I stuck around afterwards and had "dinner", which were actually 2 different appetizers: grilled red curry shrimp over a pineapple pico de gallo and jicama/apple slaw, and 2 bavarian pretzels and mustard. With a glass of New Zealand Sauvignon Blanc (Kim Crawford, I believe) that acted as both beverage and dessert. It was fun and tasty.
Unfortunately, the social involved standing for an hour and a half, so I had a pretty sore back afterwards that marred the meal somewhat, but the seats are comfy, and the server remembered me from the first night I was here, so that was kind of cool.
Limped back to my room (to hell with the stairs, I don't care if it's only 2 floors up, I'm taking the elevator, dammit), took my minerals and evening pills, caught up on my email and feeds, hung out with Kelly until we both almost fell asleep, then crawled into bed, and slept like the dead.
So, the gluten count was a resounding zero for most of the day, but then I made up for it in the evening with crackers and pretzels. And the coating on the coconut shrimp was most likely breaded. They also had some kind of triangle pastry as well, and I am sure it was awesome, but I forgot to get any before they took it away. Probably just as well. I still think I managed to keep it below 20%, so I am very happy with that.
So now it's Day 4, but I will talk about that in tonight or tomorrow's post. Not sure what my plans are, yet. Still thinking about that Indian restaurant around the corner, but there is also a Persian Kabob place right next door to that. Hmm. I'll probably wander up and see which one looks and smells better. I might end up doing both over the next few days. We'll see. Until next time!!!!
Alarm went off at 4:30 local time, which translates to 5:30 EDT, so basically I'm staying on the same internal clock. This is working out surprisingly well. It also gives me a good 2-3 hours to get ready for the day, which I am liking quite a bit. It helps that classes don't start until 9 and I can't really do anything with them before hand (other than register at 8 and browse the slides from the presentation to get familiar with them beforehand). Back home, when I get up and I am ready to go, I head into work to get stuff done sooner rather than later. It's just how I'm wired, I guess.
Anyway, had my Ionix, M/V cleanse, minerals and shake. The usual. Chatted with my awesome better half via Google Hangouts, made bird noises to freak the cats out, made strange faces in the phone camera to make Kelly laugh, it's all good. We've been keeping in touch all day via Facebook chat anyway (we get frequent breaks in the class, so I can always jump over to FB and see what she's said in the last hour and a half), so that has been really nice. Makes it seem not so bad to me, anyway.
So! On with Day 3! Finished breakfast, hopped in the shower (no singing), and I was ready for my morning shave. Normally I only shave every other day, but since I had all those extra free samples from the Art of Shaving, I made use of them. And quickly learned that one sample is good enough for 2 days at least. Unfortunately, I only learned that after I had squeezed the entire contents of the pre-shave oil packet onto my hand. Oh well, can't get it back in the packet, may as well use it.
Needless to say, my face was nicely pre-oiled yesterday. Even half a sample packet of shaving cream felt totally luxurious. Did the double lather-and-shave bit (once with the grain, and then once against the grain for a closer shave. Works marvelously). Some post shave balm and my face was nicely peeled. Right, time to go down and register for today's class. Well, I did get dressed first.
Registered for class, got my second thumb drive (collect the whole set! It's like Pokemon, only they all look the same!) and sat down in the hotel lobby with my laptop to pull the slides onto the local hard drive and review them before the doors to the classroom opened at 8:45.
About halfway through this, there came a god-awful screech from somewhere in the hotel lobby (I should mention that the hotel has an open-air atrium that goes all the way up to the top floor, so it's a huge vertical space) and air starts blowing at a very fast rate. At first I didn't think anything of it, but when I started noticing all the front desk staff standing in the middle of the lobby, looking in the air and frantically talking on their walkie-talkies, I got a little concerned. And at this point the air is blowing every napkin in the place around the lobby in little tornado patterns. Hmm. Should I be ducking for cover at this point?
Anyway, somebody twiddled some kind of control and the air stopped blowing, but I still don't know what that was all about (one of the guys at the social later said that we all almost died, but he also admitted that he was a pathological liar, so I'll take that with a grain of salt). I'll ask about it today when I go to redeem my green houskeeping coupon for the 500 SPG points.
OK, so the course starts. Different instructor, but also excellent. Good sense of humor, decent material. First break was the standard trail mix...but hey, fresh fruit smoothies! All right! I grabbed a strawberry one. Nom. I was very proud of myself in that I completely avoided the sesame sticks this time around. They're good, but I was saving my gluten for later. Actually, I was originally seeing if I could avoid gluten completely on this day. Ultimately, that didn't happen, but it was a fun little experiment. This morning's tea was organic chamomile. Oh yeah, baby.
OK, back to class. Lunch time rolls around. Debated doing the buffet downstairs, decided ultimately to go back to my room and have my bar, plus a banana I grabbed at snack time. Think that was the right decision. Caught up on my news feeds, took my minerals on time, got back down to class with minutes to spare. It helps that the classrooms are on the floor directly below mine, close to the stairwell, so getting from my room to the classroom is basically a 30-second walk. Very cool.
Those of you who travel, have you ever noticed how stark the stairwells are compared to the rest of the hotel? It's quite the contrast, really. Lush carpeting, soft lighting inside, vs bare concrete, big steel handrails, harsh lighting and general ugliness in the stairwells. You would think they'd try and spruce it up a little bit if they actually think people will use them. Then again, they've got these fabulous glass elevators for people to use; guess they want to promote those instead. Doesn't make much sense to me to use the elevators, but I might think differently if I were on the ninth floor.
Anyway, class resumes for the afternoon; really getting into the topics. Had a great discussion with the instructor about perceived affordance and expected behavior. If an interface has a picture of a button (or even what remotely looks like a button - just some text with a box around it), people will try and click it. If you don't make that clickable, that's not very good design. Interesting stuff.
Afternoon snack rolls around, and they really threw us a curve ball. The usual trail mix (I may be really sick of trail mix by the time I get back from Dallas, but I am enjoying it now), plus sliced vegetables and dip. I would have had the veggies (they had asparagus spears! Do I go 3-for-3 on asparagus consumption this week?), except that the dips were blue cheese and ranch. Gak. And here's the weird part. They also had candy bars. Yep, full-sized candy bars. Reeses peanut butter cups. Snickers. Hersheys. Etc.
I stuck with the trail mix. Still no sesame sticks. Go me. And my afternoon tea was, I believe, Relaxation. Organic, but I have no idea what was in it. Not as tasty as the others, but still yummy. I also managed to stay more hydrated than day 1, keeping my water glass filled. Good to be hydrated, but I had to make many trips to the bathroom. Today I might sit closer to the door so I don't disrupt anyone. We'll see.
So, class winds down, and I head back to my room to freshen up. Now comes the moment I have been waiting for...and simultaneously dreading. The cocktail social. Now, those of you who know me will know that I am a pretty chatty guy...with people I know. I tend to clam up when I'm around strangers...at least at first. Then I get nervous and won't shut up. So I have to find the happy medium between wallflower and lampshade-head. I very cautiously walk back down to the social, expecting it to be mobbed (something else I hate).
Got a very pleasant surprise: there was probably only about 20 people. I was expecting it to be packed (there are like 150 people at this conference). Guess everybody was too tired. Well, that's OK. A waiter comes up to me and asks if I would like Chardonnay or Merlot. Well, now, I believe some Merlot would be lovely. *sip*.
And, hey, there's today's instructor next to the cheese and crackers! Perfect way to break the ice. I walk up to her and say, "well, that was fun!" Which leads to a nice long conversation about life, the universe and everything. She lives in Cape Cod, went to school at Northeastern (where I spent my freshman year back in 1988-89 before transferring down to UConn), her boyfriend is from Canada, so I talk about Kelly being Canadian, which of course leads to the "well, how did you guys meet" story, and so on. Great chat.
Then her car arrives and she heads back to the east coast (quick conference for her, but evening flight. Eww), so I wander over to a couple of women who work for a medium-sized group insurance company (different from the P&C company that I work for) and we talk UX shop for a while (they're more well established whereas I am just starting out - neat contrast). Then I go over and talk technology and travel in general with another group, and we more or less closed the social hour out. Topics such as psychology (the pathological liar and how he amuses himself while traveling), technology (why do they still use a 3.5" floppy disk icon for Save), Spinal Tap (don't even ask), and other general items related to the conference. Really fun bunch; I will be seeing a couple of them in today's class (The Human Mind and Usability).
Oh, yes, the food selection at the social was mainly finger foods: cheese, crackers (I did partake, so there goes the gluten free day), coconut shrimp and beef satays. The latter two had some great sauces. And since the social was in the bar area of the hotel lobby, I stuck around afterwards and had "dinner", which were actually 2 different appetizers: grilled red curry shrimp over a pineapple pico de gallo and jicama/apple slaw, and 2 bavarian pretzels and mustard. With a glass of New Zealand Sauvignon Blanc (Kim Crawford, I believe) that acted as both beverage and dessert. It was fun and tasty.
Unfortunately, the social involved standing for an hour and a half, so I had a pretty sore back afterwards that marred the meal somewhat, but the seats are comfy, and the server remembered me from the first night I was here, so that was kind of cool.
Limped back to my room (to hell with the stairs, I don't care if it's only 2 floors up, I'm taking the elevator, dammit), took my minerals and evening pills, caught up on my email and feeds, hung out with Kelly until we both almost fell asleep, then crawled into bed, and slept like the dead.
So, the gluten count was a resounding zero for most of the day, but then I made up for it in the evening with crackers and pretzels. And the coating on the coconut shrimp was most likely breaded. They also had some kind of triangle pastry as well, and I am sure it was awesome, but I forgot to get any before they took it away. Probably just as well. I still think I managed to keep it below 20%, so I am very happy with that.
So now it's Day 4, but I will talk about that in tonight or tomorrow's post. Not sure what my plans are, yet. Still thinking about that Indian restaurant around the corner, but there is also a Persian Kabob place right next door to that. Hmm. I'll probably wander up and see which one looks and smells better. I might end up doing both over the next few days. We'll see. Until next time!!!!
Wednesday, April 10, 2013
The Art of Savoring
Good Morning! Mike, here, again. This post is going to cover yesterday's adventures, which were Day 2 of my trip, and Day 1 of my training. For anyone who is interested, the training is with the Nielsen Norman Group, who specialize in User Experience (UX) and Usability training. They host Usability Weeks throughout the year, and I am at the one in Dallas. Training has been great, so far, but that's all I will say on the matter, since that's not what this series of posts is about.
So! Day 2. The hotel bed (a king, which is a little silly for just me, but I am not complaining) was very comfy, but of course the first night in any strange bed is always going to be a little odd, so I didn't sleep great, but I slept good enough to function. That will do. I decided to keep to my Eastern Daylight Time schedule, and since I normally get up at 5:30, that meant I was up at 4:30. Easy enough to do when you're used to it, and you have a good alarm (I used my phone; works great).
Up at the crack of 4:30. OK, well, it was probably closer to 4:40; had to orient myself and answer that age-old, first-day-of-travel question: "Where the #$%& AM I, anyway?" Staggered into the bathroom, and made sure I got some Ionix Supreme into me ASAP. Very good idea. It tastes like butt (I really miss the old flavor), but it's so worth it. Add some sprays of Isamune, and I'm at least ready to begin my day.
Breakfast was the usual: Mars/Venus cleanse & minerals, and about 20 minutes later, a M/V shake with the Ageless Essentials daily pack and the M/V lithium oratate. Yeah, I will shamelessly admit it, I am such an IsaJunkie. But, at age 42, I still have a baby face and feel like I'm in my mid 20's. And my mind is still that of a 14-year old, but we won't go there.
During all of this time, I was talking with Kelly via a Google Hangout (technology is awesome), so we had our usual morning chat. Good to keep in touch. The cats are a little wigged out at not having their daddy there, but they at least have mommy to cuddle and pester (good for them, not so much for mommy).
Anyway, down to the hotel lobby to register for today's course. UX Basic Training. That took all of 5 minutes. Another 45 until the doors open, so I sat in the lobby and checked work email and such. Technology. It's awesome.
Course began. Great info. Lots of fun. Engaging instructor. Etc. 10 am rolls around, and it's snack time. And the hotel put out a pretty nice spread. A "trail mix bar", with bowls of nuts (pecans and peanuts), seeds (sunflower), dried fruit (banana chips and raisins), granola, yogurt, and, oh yes, sesame sticks. I love sesame sticks. So that was my gluten for the day. Had a nice mixed bowl of everything, along with a cup of organic vanilla rooibos. And grabbed an apple to have with my lunch. There were also some muffins, but I very carefully ignored those.
So, good start, yeah? Back to training. Lunch rolls around. IsaLean bar! Woooo! This one was the Oatmeal and Raisin (dipped in yogurt). Nom. Plus the apple I snagged earlier. Drink was good old eau (as in H-2-eau). So far, I'm doing pretty good. They had a lunch buffet with southern fried chicken (nom) for $13, but I wanted to have some fun after class, so I stuck with my bar. Yay for me!
More training. Really enjoying the subject matter. Had a fun little exercise where a group of us came up with a scenario for using an automated ticket kiosk. They have those in theaters now? I haven't seen a movie in the theater since Fellowship of the Ring (2002), so I am decidedly out of touch. Anyway, back to training.
Afternoon break comes around. More trail mix! Oh, and they put out some salsa & guacamole! With thick cut corn tortilla chips. Ooo. Grabbed some of each (skipped the guac). Drink this time was an herbal apple cinnamon tea. Didn't exactly go with the salsa, but was great with the trail mix. And, yes, I was bad: had more of the sesame sticks. I am not made of stone. :-)
OK, training is winding down. Back to the room. Took my pills because I didn't want to pull those out at some restaurant and look all weird (well, weirder than I normally am, anyway). What to do for dinner? Hmm, that Indian restaurant around the corner is a bit of a walk; maybe I should save that for later in the week. Let's check out the Galleria: a monster mall across the street and down a bit from the hotel. First, I needed to find the entrance. Ah, there's Macy's. In we go!
Hmm, what to eat, what to eat. Let's see, there's a seafood place in the Westin - nah, I'd rather do that with Kelly, and I did tuna last night. Hmm, the Grill on the Alley. Looks promising, but the reviews were kind of meh. And their prices are pretty high. Just because MMG is footing the bill doesn't mean I want to go all Tony Stark on them.
What's this place? The Townhouse Kitchen and Bar. Hmm, looks promising. What's this? Smoked Beer Can Chicken? I think we have a winner. Half a chicken, plus a side of mashed potatoes with truffles and gravy, and grilled asparagus. All for $17. Well, now.
And, hey, now. Checking into Foursquare netted me a 50% off coupon for up to $15. Well, how about that? Let's celebrate with a glass of wine. Nothing too pretentious, maybe the house Pinot Noir. A little leery, as it's only $3, but I can always order something else if it's awful. Well, it was very much not awful. Quite tasty, as a matter of fact. And the guy doing the pouring was new (so my server told me), so I got a rather generous glass. Yay for me.
In short, the dinner was really, really tasty. I must say, however, that I hope there are no indecency laws in Dallas. It is not possible to eat half a roast chicken and look dignified. Sooner or later you just gotta pick the damn thing up with your hands and risk coating your entire upper body in rich, chickeny goodness. Well, fortunately I managed to keep the carnage restricted to my face and hands. And my server took pity on me and brought me a wet nap. Full tip for her. And the service was fast! OMG was it fast. I swear it was not 2 minutes after she took my order that it was on the table in front of me. Of course, it helps that the chicken was smoked, so it was probably ready and waiting to go, just needed to grill the asparagus.
Paid the bill (I think it came to $12 after the coupon; major bargain); tipped my server (always tip your server for the full amount of the bill before the coupon; they do no less work with or without it; they deserve the full tip - Kelly and I always start with 20% and go up or down depending on service - this was definitely an "up" meal), and wandered around the Galleria for a little while. Very swanky mall. Rolex. Louis Vuitton. The Art of Shaving.
Wait, what? Holy...I love their stuff! Kelly got me a starter kit from the Art of Shaving many years ago, and I still have (and love) the brush. Badger hair. Stiff yet soft. Very good for raising the stubble up before mowing it down. It's pricy: a good brush is $50 or more, but I've had mine since 2007 or so. You get what you pay for.
Anyway, I had a really nice chat with the lady working there, told her about my experiences with the product, etc. Asked about a few things, smelled their latest blend (Sea Kelp - very mild), and she gave me a bunch of free samples. Think I will shave every day this week. Oh, and they have a barber that comes in later in the week and does straight-razor shaves for $35 a pop. I am sorely tempted. I've always been curious, but have never wanted to try it myself. I might do it on Thursday or Friday. If I do, I will blog about it.
OK, enough walking. Back's starting to get sore. Back to the room to relax and unwind, and of course hangout with my sweet patootie. Early bed; I was under the covers by 8:30 local time (9:30 EDT), and dead to the world not long after that.
So: There was probably hidden gluten in a few places, but to the best of my knowledge, I managed to limit it to just the sesame sticks at snack times. Oh, and probably the gravy on the mashed taters. I think I am well under my 20%. I may not have made the best choices, but I think I ate fairly healthfully over all.
Next up: Day Three! As I write this, I have finished my breakfast (same old, same old) and will most likely hop in the shower and shave (free samples!). Got an hour before registration and another 45 minutes after than before the doors open, so plenty of time to get ready. Bring it on, world!
So! Day 2. The hotel bed (a king, which is a little silly for just me, but I am not complaining) was very comfy, but of course the first night in any strange bed is always going to be a little odd, so I didn't sleep great, but I slept good enough to function. That will do. I decided to keep to my Eastern Daylight Time schedule, and since I normally get up at 5:30, that meant I was up at 4:30. Easy enough to do when you're used to it, and you have a good alarm (I used my phone; works great).
Up at the crack of 4:30. OK, well, it was probably closer to 4:40; had to orient myself and answer that age-old, first-day-of-travel question: "Where the #$%& AM I, anyway?" Staggered into the bathroom, and made sure I got some Ionix Supreme into me ASAP. Very good idea. It tastes like butt (I really miss the old flavor), but it's so worth it. Add some sprays of Isamune, and I'm at least ready to begin my day.
Breakfast was the usual: Mars/Venus cleanse & minerals, and about 20 minutes later, a M/V shake with the Ageless Essentials daily pack and the M/V lithium oratate. Yeah, I will shamelessly admit it, I am such an IsaJunkie. But, at age 42, I still have a baby face and feel like I'm in my mid 20's. And my mind is still that of a 14-year old, but we won't go there.
During all of this time, I was talking with Kelly via a Google Hangout (technology is awesome), so we had our usual morning chat. Good to keep in touch. The cats are a little wigged out at not having their daddy there, but they at least have mommy to cuddle and pester (good for them, not so much for mommy).
Anyway, down to the hotel lobby to register for today's course. UX Basic Training. That took all of 5 minutes. Another 45 until the doors open, so I sat in the lobby and checked work email and such. Technology. It's awesome.
Course began. Great info. Lots of fun. Engaging instructor. Etc. 10 am rolls around, and it's snack time. And the hotel put out a pretty nice spread. A "trail mix bar", with bowls of nuts (pecans and peanuts), seeds (sunflower), dried fruit (banana chips and raisins), granola, yogurt, and, oh yes, sesame sticks. I love sesame sticks. So that was my gluten for the day. Had a nice mixed bowl of everything, along with a cup of organic vanilla rooibos. And grabbed an apple to have with my lunch. There were also some muffins, but I very carefully ignored those.
So, good start, yeah? Back to training. Lunch rolls around. IsaLean bar! Woooo! This one was the Oatmeal and Raisin (dipped in yogurt). Nom. Plus the apple I snagged earlier. Drink was good old eau (as in H-2-eau). So far, I'm doing pretty good. They had a lunch buffet with southern fried chicken (nom) for $13, but I wanted to have some fun after class, so I stuck with my bar. Yay for me!
More training. Really enjoying the subject matter. Had a fun little exercise where a group of us came up with a scenario for using an automated ticket kiosk. They have those in theaters now? I haven't seen a movie in the theater since Fellowship of the Ring (2002), so I am decidedly out of touch. Anyway, back to training.
Afternoon break comes around. More trail mix! Oh, and they put out some salsa & guacamole! With thick cut corn tortilla chips. Ooo. Grabbed some of each (skipped the guac). Drink this time was an herbal apple cinnamon tea. Didn't exactly go with the salsa, but was great with the trail mix. And, yes, I was bad: had more of the sesame sticks. I am not made of stone. :-)
OK, training is winding down. Back to the room. Took my pills because I didn't want to pull those out at some restaurant and look all weird (well, weirder than I normally am, anyway). What to do for dinner? Hmm, that Indian restaurant around the corner is a bit of a walk; maybe I should save that for later in the week. Let's check out the Galleria: a monster mall across the street and down a bit from the hotel. First, I needed to find the entrance. Ah, there's Macy's. In we go!
Hmm, what to eat, what to eat. Let's see, there's a seafood place in the Westin - nah, I'd rather do that with Kelly, and I did tuna last night. Hmm, the Grill on the Alley. Looks promising, but the reviews were kind of meh. And their prices are pretty high. Just because MMG is footing the bill doesn't mean I want to go all Tony Stark on them.
What's this place? The Townhouse Kitchen and Bar. Hmm, looks promising. What's this? Smoked Beer Can Chicken? I think we have a winner. Half a chicken, plus a side of mashed potatoes with truffles and gravy, and grilled asparagus. All for $17. Well, now.
And, hey, now. Checking into Foursquare netted me a 50% off coupon for up to $15. Well, how about that? Let's celebrate with a glass of wine. Nothing too pretentious, maybe the house Pinot Noir. A little leery, as it's only $3, but I can always order something else if it's awful. Well, it was very much not awful. Quite tasty, as a matter of fact. And the guy doing the pouring was new (so my server told me), so I got a rather generous glass. Yay for me.
In short, the dinner was really, really tasty. I must say, however, that I hope there are no indecency laws in Dallas. It is not possible to eat half a roast chicken and look dignified. Sooner or later you just gotta pick the damn thing up with your hands and risk coating your entire upper body in rich, chickeny goodness. Well, fortunately I managed to keep the carnage restricted to my face and hands. And my server took pity on me and brought me a wet nap. Full tip for her. And the service was fast! OMG was it fast. I swear it was not 2 minutes after she took my order that it was on the table in front of me. Of course, it helps that the chicken was smoked, so it was probably ready and waiting to go, just needed to grill the asparagus.
Paid the bill (I think it came to $12 after the coupon; major bargain); tipped my server (always tip your server for the full amount of the bill before the coupon; they do no less work with or without it; they deserve the full tip - Kelly and I always start with 20% and go up or down depending on service - this was definitely an "up" meal), and wandered around the Galleria for a little while. Very swanky mall. Rolex. Louis Vuitton. The Art of Shaving.
Wait, what? Holy...I love their stuff! Kelly got me a starter kit from the Art of Shaving many years ago, and I still have (and love) the brush. Badger hair. Stiff yet soft. Very good for raising the stubble up before mowing it down. It's pricy: a good brush is $50 or more, but I've had mine since 2007 or so. You get what you pay for.
Anyway, I had a really nice chat with the lady working there, told her about my experiences with the product, etc. Asked about a few things, smelled their latest blend (Sea Kelp - very mild), and she gave me a bunch of free samples. Think I will shave every day this week. Oh, and they have a barber that comes in later in the week and does straight-razor shaves for $35 a pop. I am sorely tempted. I've always been curious, but have never wanted to try it myself. I might do it on Thursday or Friday. If I do, I will blog about it.
OK, enough walking. Back's starting to get sore. Back to the room to relax and unwind, and of course hangout with my sweet patootie. Early bed; I was under the covers by 8:30 local time (9:30 EDT), and dead to the world not long after that.
So: There was probably hidden gluten in a few places, but to the best of my knowledge, I managed to limit it to just the sesame sticks at snack times. Oh, and probably the gravy on the mashed taters. I think I am well under my 20%. I may not have made the best choices, but I think I ate fairly healthfully over all.
Next up: Day Three! As I write this, I have finished my breakfast (same old, same old) and will most likely hop in the shower and shave (free samples!). Got an hour before registration and another 45 minutes after than before the doors open, so plenty of time to get ready. Bring it on, world!
Tuesday, April 9, 2013
The Joys of Airport and Hotel Food
Howdy, all. Mike, here. One of these days, I'm going to sign on with something different, just for kicks, and see what people say. "Hi ho, Kermit thee frawwwg here." Might be interesting. :-)
As some of our readers on Facebook may know, I am in Dallas this week, on a business trip (if it were personal, we'd both be here; oh well), and I decided to do a series of blog posts this week about eating healthy and business travel. I do not claim to be an expert in the field, as this is my first business trip in...well...ever. OK, I had a 2 day conference in Boston back in 1996 or so, but as I didn't have to fly to get there, living in Connecticut at the time, that really doesn't count. Unless you have to change time zones and/or step on an airplane (or three), it's just not the same.
My trip actually began yesterday morning, so I am a little behind. I will try and make the time up at some point this week, but the goal is to post at least one entry for each day of the trip, with a final wrap-up post sometime this weekend. Conference runs through Friday, and Saturday morning I am flying back to Caribou.
Before we get into the particulars, I do want to establish some basic parameters and goals:
Well, we're starting this early, then. Oh, I shouldn't. But, but pretzels! And, remember, 80/20. You're good so far. So I happily munched on them for the trip.
Got to Logan. Next flight out is in the same terminal. No clearing security again. Yay! Gate is right upstairs from the arriving gate. Yay! And it's 50 feet from the Legal Seafood counter. Well, now...
Got the basic omelet (which, as I have mentioned on FB, is anything but basic). 3 eggs, monterey jack cheese, bacon, "home fries", which are really just thick cut potato chips, and brioche toast.
I was strong. I ate everything but the toast. I wanted to eat it too, but figured I'd had the pretzels, so had better stand pat. And, really, I was full anyway. So this was my brunch.
Hopped the flight to Philly. Another half-full flight! Paradise! On an Embraer plane, no less. They have more comfy (and slightly wider) seats in coach. Awesome. This is turning out to be a great day!
Until we landed in Philly. I emerged from the gate onto an extremely crowded airport. Fortunately, I didn't have very far to go, but the next flight was boarding in 10 minutes, and it was going to be a long flight to Dallas. And it was full. Over-full, in fact. And, oh yes, I had to check my roll-on. Kind of defeats the purpose of having a roll-on, really. But at least it was the last leg of the trip.
I really need to have my minerals. But I have no water. And no time to hit a vendor kiosk. Crap. So I ended up dry-swallowing them. Not pleasant, but man what a difference those minerals make when you're stressed out. I believe Kelly has mentioned in the past that when you stress out, your brain burns through those essential minerals like a frat boy burns through dollar bills at a bachelor party. OK, she probably didn't use that metaphor, but you get the idea. So while it wasn't great to dry swallow them, it's much much better than waiting to have them with food/water. But I digress (you were waiting for it, weren't you? Admit it).
So, I get on the plane, and it's cramped. Crowded. Hot. I was in the middle seat. Between two octopi. OK, that's an exxageration. The lady on my left (window) was tiny, but the guy on my right had to have been 6 foot 5. Poor guy. And they both had very large elbows. And it's a 3 and a half hour flight to Dallas. Well, crap. But I made the most of it. Had my Chocolate Decadence bar with some water midway through, and tried to read on my tablet. Oh, and I should mention that during all of this I am dealing with my usual sore back. Well, the back really stepped up to the plate yesterday, only the occasional grumble. Thank you, god(s). And, you know what? That bar really filled me up and I was totally satisfied. It doesn't, always. But I had spaced out my meals just enough so that it worked out pretty well.
Got off the plane. Found my bag (intact). Tried calling the hotel's preferred shuttle company: on hold with really dumb music. OK, I staggered out to the taxi area, asked the first shuttle there if they went to the Meridien. They did. Eventually. Good enough for me. I hopped in, got taken to the Gaylord (huge), then the Crown Plaza (nice) and finally Le Meridien. Ahh, here at last. Checked in, saw my room (fantastic; corner suite on the 3rd floor; not high up, but away from the elevator; it will do).
OK, cool. Time for dinner. Think I will unwind a bit in the hotel bar rather than trying to find a restaurant outside somewhere. Plopped down and had a 3 course feast of awesomeness:
Gluten count for today: as far as I can tell, just the pretzels in the morning. I think it was a good day, all in all.
Up next: Day 2 - first day of classes. Currently in progress, and the gluten count is still pretty low (with 2 meals down). Yay!
As some of our readers on Facebook may know, I am in Dallas this week, on a business trip (if it were personal, we'd both be here; oh well), and I decided to do a series of blog posts this week about eating healthy and business travel. I do not claim to be an expert in the field, as this is my first business trip in...well...ever. OK, I had a 2 day conference in Boston back in 1996 or so, but as I didn't have to fly to get there, living in Connecticut at the time, that really doesn't count. Unless you have to change time zones and/or step on an airplane (or three), it's just not the same.
My trip actually began yesterday morning, so I am a little behind. I will try and make the time up at some point this week, but the goal is to post at least one entry for each day of the trip, with a final wrap-up post sometime this weekend. Conference runs through Friday, and Saturday morning I am flying back to Caribou.
Before we get into the particulars, I do want to establish some basic parameters and goals:
- At least one, preferably 2, Isagenix meals a day. One Mars/Venus (well, only Mars, since it's just me) shake/cleanse, and one IsaLean bar.
- Ionix Supreme at least once a day; preferably in the morning. Got a couple of spares, just in case.
- Mars/Venus (yeah, yeah, it's a habit. I can't just stop typing that on a dime) minerals at least 3 times a day, with or closely around each meal. Lithium Oratate with breakfast and dinner.
- Largely gluten free. I believe the guideline we have established at the Mike & Kelly household is 80/20 - so gluten should be less than 20% of our meals, cumulative over a single day. Obviously, it's hard to actually measure this, so we wing it and try to err on the side of caution.
- And, of course, blogging about it daily. :-)
Well, we're starting this early, then. Oh, I shouldn't. But, but pretzels! And, remember, 80/20. You're good so far. So I happily munched on them for the trip.
Got to Logan. Next flight out is in the same terminal. No clearing security again. Yay! Gate is right upstairs from the arriving gate. Yay! And it's 50 feet from the Legal Seafood counter. Well, now...
Got the basic omelet (which, as I have mentioned on FB, is anything but basic). 3 eggs, monterey jack cheese, bacon, "home fries", which are really just thick cut potato chips, and brioche toast.
I was strong. I ate everything but the toast. I wanted to eat it too, but figured I'd had the pretzels, so had better stand pat. And, really, I was full anyway. So this was my brunch.
Hopped the flight to Philly. Another half-full flight! Paradise! On an Embraer plane, no less. They have more comfy (and slightly wider) seats in coach. Awesome. This is turning out to be a great day!
Until we landed in Philly. I emerged from the gate onto an extremely crowded airport. Fortunately, I didn't have very far to go, but the next flight was boarding in 10 minutes, and it was going to be a long flight to Dallas. And it was full. Over-full, in fact. And, oh yes, I had to check my roll-on. Kind of defeats the purpose of having a roll-on, really. But at least it was the last leg of the trip.
I really need to have my minerals. But I have no water. And no time to hit a vendor kiosk. Crap. So I ended up dry-swallowing them. Not pleasant, but man what a difference those minerals make when you're stressed out. I believe Kelly has mentioned in the past that when you stress out, your brain burns through those essential minerals like a frat boy burns through dollar bills at a bachelor party. OK, she probably didn't use that metaphor, but you get the idea. So while it wasn't great to dry swallow them, it's much much better than waiting to have them with food/water. But I digress (you were waiting for it, weren't you? Admit it).
So, I get on the plane, and it's cramped. Crowded. Hot. I was in the middle seat. Between two octopi. OK, that's an exxageration. The lady on my left (window) was tiny, but the guy on my right had to have been 6 foot 5. Poor guy. And they both had very large elbows. And it's a 3 and a half hour flight to Dallas. Well, crap. But I made the most of it. Had my Chocolate Decadence bar with some water midway through, and tried to read on my tablet. Oh, and I should mention that during all of this I am dealing with my usual sore back. Well, the back really stepped up to the plate yesterday, only the occasional grumble. Thank you, god(s). And, you know what? That bar really filled me up and I was totally satisfied. It doesn't, always. But I had spaced out my meals just enough so that it worked out pretty well.
Got off the plane. Found my bag (intact). Tried calling the hotel's preferred shuttle company: on hold with really dumb music. OK, I staggered out to the taxi area, asked the first shuttle there if they went to the Meridien. They did. Eventually. Good enough for me. I hopped in, got taken to the Gaylord (huge), then the Crown Plaza (nice) and finally Le Meridien. Ahh, here at last. Checked in, saw my room (fantastic; corner suite on the 3rd floor; not high up, but away from the elevator; it will do).
OK, cool. Time for dinner. Think I will unwind a bit in the hotel bar rather than trying to find a restaurant outside somewhere. Plopped down and had a 3 course feast of awesomeness:
- Mexican street tacos (corn tortillas - hopefully gluten free)
- Ahi tuna au poivre with cranberry beet reduction, sweet onions, asparagus and pomme frites.
- Fruit and cheese plate, with olives and crackers. Skipped the latter two, ate just the cheese and fruit. And candied pecans.
- Drink of choice was good old water. It was awesome, chlorine and all.
Gluten count for today: as far as I can tell, just the pretzels in the morning. I think it was a good day, all in all.
Up next: Day 2 - first day of classes. Currently in progress, and the gluten count is still pretty low (with 2 meals down). Yay!
Saturday, April 6, 2013
Aha moments - Not letting fear get in the way of helping myself and others.
This week I have had so many Aha moments that it seems like it couldn't possibly have been only 1 week.
First, a friend of mine, Stacy Moscotti, posted on FaceBook, "Keep it simple. Overcomplicating is a form of procrastination."
WOW! This spoke to me on so many levels. I tend to over think everything. I worry about missing any details, about not thinking of all the plausible alternatives, etc. So much so that it often paralyzes me and keeps me from doing! Have you ever been there? Are the "What is?" holding you back to?
Second, I was able to share with another friend resources for the highly sensitive person and this immediately had an impact on this person. WOW! Acting on your instincts is key. Keeping them in does no one any good.
Third, people are turning to me for guidance regarding healthy lifestyles. WOW! ME??? Ok, I have made a lot of progress in this area over the last few years so I do understand being looked at as an inspiration. BUT, I never would have expected people to turn to me for guidance. Imagine all the feelings that come with that if you will.
And all of this made me realize the importance of keeping things simple. Thank you Stacy Moscotti! Your post popped up on my feed just when I needed it.
First, a friend of mine, Stacy Moscotti, posted on FaceBook, "Keep it simple. Overcomplicating is a form of procrastination."
WOW! This spoke to me on so many levels. I tend to over think everything. I worry about missing any details, about not thinking of all the plausible alternatives, etc. So much so that it often paralyzes me and keeps me from doing! Have you ever been there? Are the "What is?" holding you back to?
Second, I was able to share with another friend resources for the highly sensitive person and this immediately had an impact on this person. WOW! Acting on your instincts is key. Keeping them in does no one any good.
Third, people are turning to me for guidance regarding healthy lifestyles. WOW! ME??? Ok, I have made a lot of progress in this area over the last few years so I do understand being looked at as an inspiration. BUT, I never would have expected people to turn to me for guidance. Imagine all the feelings that come with that if you will.
- OMG
- Really - how can I possibly help? I am still so fat and unhealthy.
- Wow - I know how to answer these questions. Maybe I can help?
- What if I give them bad advice and someone gets hurt?
- It's only food Kelly. Smarten up. You could really help this person!
- OMG - I can totally do this!
- Oh shit! I hope I gave them the right information.
- OMG, OMG, OMG, did I forget any details. Pouring over the message again and again to make sure I didn't mislead or forget anything :(
- When a message letting me know how positively my share has helped them or a loved one comes in :)
- OMG, what an amazing feeling! I love doing this!
- Who else can I help?
And all of this made me realize the importance of keeping things simple. Thank you Stacy Moscotti! Your post popped up on my feed just when I needed it.
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