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Author: Michael Wyszomierski
Quick tip for the Google Mobile App on iPhone
When I saw my cousin at Thanksgiving, shortly after the new version of the Google Mobile App with Voice Search had been released, he said “I don’t even need Safari,” thanks to the app. Well, I agreed that this was true for some queries, but you often need to go beyond the search results and visit one of the pages. By default, the application opens links in Safari. Some people may prefer this, since with the full mobile browser you have access to tabs, bookmarks, etc. However, if you want to simply view a page, wouldn’t it be nice if you didn’t have to leave the app?
Fortunately, there’s a way to view pages right within the Google Mobile App. First, you’ll need to access the super-secret “Bells and Whistles” options in Settings. Within the Google Mobile App, tap “Settings” and then scroll down… and keep scrolling until “Bells and Whistles” appears. Then, access “Bells and Whistles” and turn the “Open Links in App” option on.
Now, if you do a search and tap a result, the webpage will open in the Google Mobile App instead of Safari.
Back in California
After departing the Golden State on December 20th of last year, I’m finally back in California a day later than scheduled after what I believe has been my longest absence since moving out here. Here’s a taste of what I did on my vacation:
Family
As one should during the Christmas season, I spent time with my immediate and extended family. I enjoy being with them, even if they do think I’m a little strange.
Food
I had plenty of home-cooked meals and homemade cookies, and learned how to do a solid. On-the-go and in between meals, I got my Wawa fix with an Italian hoagie. And, for the first time I can remember, I tried my family’s popular sweet potato dish. This comes after last year’s pumpkin pie revelation. For years, I listened as my family mmmmed while eating this dish, but didn’t try it myself, even with the tempting marshmallow topping, because I heard the word “potatoes,” saw mushy stuff, and assumed it tasted like mashed potatoes, which I don’t even like the smell of. This Christmas, I took a small scoop and put it on my plate. When my family noted the tiny portion, I explained my fear that it would taste like regular potatoes. They assured me that sweet potatoes and regular potatoes are totally different things. I gave it a try. I wish I could go back in time to all of the family dinners where I’ve passed it up and take a heaping spoonful or two or three.
I didn’t get a specific shot of the sweet potatoes, but here’s a cropped spy-style shot that I was able to pull out of one of the pictures:
What will I try next? Gravy?
Felines
Even though they spent a lot of time hiding due to the many visitors, I still got to spend some quality time with our cats, Potter and Harry. They like Christmas trees and turkey.
Fabergé
Like Stan Brakhage to an ashtray, I was drawn to photographing these candle holders:
Friends
I had my annual night out with friends from home. It’s sad that I’m only able to do this at Christmas. Ted, Meghan, Christine, Elise, Matt, and I had dinner at Chili’s. I had the “Quesadilla Explosion.” Based on the name and my skimming of the description, I was expecting a plate full of chicken quesadillas. Don’t let the same thing happen to you. You want to know what a “Quesadilla Explosion” is at Chili’s? It’s a freakin’ chicken salad with four tiny cheese quesadillas on the side. It wasn’t bad, but it wasn’t what I thought I had ordered. After dinner, a few of us headed to the Drafting Room for a few drinks. And by “a few drinks,” I mean one drink for each of us, because as soon as we sat down karaoke night started… ending our night early. It was fun catching up with everyone. Nobody was in prison or married or had kids or anything, but everyone seemed happy.
Festivities
My family spent an evening in New York City to see the Christmas show. As of this writing, their website’s favicon is the Netscape logo, but fortunately the show itself was more impressive, and not a disappointment as I had feared could be the case. They have updated the show, with an awesome LED screen as a backdrop that really helped to enhance the sets. And just as I remembered, they made great use of the stage’s hydraulic system, making huge set pieces silently appear and disappear on cue. There was also the addition of a brief 3D video segment, but that was pretty corny and even had awkwardly-placed sponsor logos. Oh well. The rest of the show was great, and I thought the orchestra was awesome, especially in the opening and closing scenes when you could see it. Before the show, we had dinner at Del Frisco’s. The food was good; I enjoyed some crab cakes (I’m not a big steak person) and even ate (and liked) the broccoli after I inexplicably accepted it from the waitress. After the show (actually, my dad and I checked it out before the show as well), we walked by the Christmas tree in Rockefeller Center. We ended the visit with a trip to my sister’s new apartment, which was pretty cool. It’s like knowing someone on Friends.
Fun
After the Christmas festivities at home, my family headed out to Telluride, Colorado for a week of skiing. Why is Telluride awesome? Because this is what you see when you look outside:
We arrived just after a big snowfall, and had five full sunny days of downhill fun. It wasn’t quite spring skiing (my favorite) with gloveless hands and just a pair of sunglasses on my head, but it was in the mid thirties in the mornings and crawled into the forties in the afternoons, so it was far from uncomfortable.
Revelation Bowl, a new addition this season, was open so we tried it out. It wasn’t too special (I can’t remember which place, but I think it was Beaver Creek that has my favorite bowl), but it was fun to have a new area to play in. On the first day I got tripped up by the moguls and rolled down part of it, but that’s all part of the fun. Here are a couple of pictures, first of the bowl itself, and then of the view from the top:
I skipped the sixth day of skiing, which was colder and snowy. Why did I miss out on the fresh powder? Well, I was sitting in the Telluride airport, waiting to hear that my flight was cancelled. Instead of complaining about a bad travel experience (being “stuck” in Telluride for an extra night was pretty awesome), let me tell you how cool this airport is. Yes, I’m excited about an airport. The Telluride Regional Airport is the highest commercial airport in the US. It is so fun to fly in an out of. It’s located on a small plateau, and the runway isn’t even level. You land going downhill, and take off going uphill. If you’re in a prop plane, they’ll run the props up to high speed with the brakes on before takeoff… not risking running out of runway. Here’s a shot I took from the resort area which shows the runway:
And as a special treat, here’s a video of a landing at Telluride. Note how the plateau appears just seconds before landing:
I’d show you the even more dramatic takeoff, where the land drops out just after the wheels leave the pavement, but I didn’t get to fly out of Telluride this time around. It looks like the grade will be reduced in the future, but it should still be a fun place to fly in and out of.
To end this post, here’s how Telluride ends the year, with a New Year’s Eve event where skiers holding torches travel down the mountain with fireworks in the background. Here’s a handheld long exposure of the celebration:
Proud moment
Earlier today, I witnessed my 87-year-old grandmother, who only started using a computer regularly a couple of years ago, successfully initiate a video chat (to my sister) using her new iMac that she received as a Christmas gift.
She also uses it to go on the Internet (email, news, shopping), play solitaire, and write her memoir. I want to be like her when I grow up.
Merry Christmas
Rockefeller Center Christmas Tree
A couple of pictures of the Christmas tree in Rockefeller Center, 2008:
Wow, Christmas Eve is already here. Have a great Christmas, everyone.
Four Christmases
I’m on my way home from seeing it with my sisters. Nitpicks:
A couple living in San Francisco was taking a cab to the airport and went across the Golden Gate. This does not make sense.
Later, some guys were installing Dish TV. The picture was analog-fuzzy as they were adjusting it. I’m pretty sure Dish TV is digital. But maybe they had a bad connection from the receiver to the TV.
Do me a salad
At a Christmas brunch, earlier this afternoon…
My cousin Chris, sitting across the table, got my attention:
“Can you do me a salad?” he asked.
“You want me to get you a salad?”
He laughed. “Yeah. Do you have any Tabasco sauce?”
I went into the kitchen and retrieved the Tabasco bottle, and presented it to him in a hilarious fashion, as it it were a bottle of wine. He played along and tasted a small portion of it before applying it to the rest of his omelette. With one of his requests fulfilled, I headed back into the kitchen and piled Caesar salad and some fruit onto a plate, and set it next to him.
As the meal ended, there was a salad plate sitting near me at the table. Nobody at the table would claim ownership of it. I started to think that maybe Chris thought that I brought him a salad plate as a joke, and I asked him if he moved the salad that he had ordered earlier.
“I asked for a salad?” He couldn’t believe it.
“Yes, you asked for a salad and then Tabasco sauce.”
I was then taught the definition of “Do me a solid.”
Christmastime – Home for Christmas
Harry and Potter, December 2006
Stille Nacht
I’m probably going to be pretty tired when you read this after a cross-country flight, so this post’s song is “Stille Nacht” performed by Mannheim Steamroller. No, they don’t turn things upside-down and go all Mannheim Steamrollery on it like with “God Rest Ye Merry, Gentlemen.” It’s a peaceful track, and it’s best enjoyed when it comes on at just the right time in a mix, and isn’t followed by “Grandma Got Run Over by a Reindeer.”
Home for Christmas
This is my last post in the series I began on December 1st. I’m sure I’ll still have a bit more to say about Christmas this year, but during my vacation I don’t want to be tied to (self-imposed) blogging deadlines.
If everything goes according to schedule, this will be published at the time I land in Philadelphia for my Christmas vacation. I don’t have an incredible story for this post. I just want to say that I’m where I want to be.
20th in a series of Christmasy things.
Christmastime – Christmas in California
Christmas tree, Stanford Shopping Center, Palo Alto, CA
White Christmas
“White Christmas” is today’s song pick. I feel a little nervous choosing it just hours before I embark on a journey across the country in December, but I do want a white Christmas, and I suppose it’s not as dangerous as choosing “Let It Snow! Let It Snow! Let It Snow!”
The song describes a white Christmas as being “just like the ones I used to know,” and this is true. In my memories, I always associate Christmas with snow. While my Californian friends may assume that my home state is a frozen tundra from December through mid-March, the probability of a white Christmas where I live are actually well below 50%. So a white Christmas still requires a bit of dreaming for me, and when it does happen, it’s quite magical.
Christmas in California
Sometimes Often when I miss home, I give California a hard time. After going home for Thanksgiving, I even claimed that California doesn’t celebrate Christmas. But I’ll admit, after I settled down and got back into California mode, it did start to feel a bit like Christmas around here. It’s different, but it’s still Christmas. I’m excited to go home, but I will admit that there are some things over here that I will miss while I’m gone. I’ll miss my friends, I’ll miss my desk and ridiculous Internet connection at work, and I’ll miss some of the food. At home I’ll gain family, older friends, and homemade food, so it will still be a very merry Christmas, but just because home is good doesn’t mean California is bad. I’ve even seen some nice decorating around here, and wow, it’s actually been cold.
19th in a series of Christmasy things.