tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82610948016499565402009-07-18T05:15:38.832-05:00Adventures in HootervilleAmberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10556311809977755046noreply@blogger.comBlogger45125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8261094801649956540.post-68844233982185948942009-07-18T04:25:00.002-05:002009-07-18T05:15:35.414-05:00Day by day<span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:arial;font-size:13px;"><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I am writing this during our 9-hour first-class train ride from Interlaken, Switzerland to Berlin, Germany. By some miracle, we don’t have any transfers on this trip (yay!) so I have lots of time for writing (double yay!).</span></p><p> </p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Before I start, I have to admit that I’m not a huge fan of day-by-day travelogues, but there’s just so much to talk about that I gave in and succumbed to order. Not much to be done, there. </span></p><p> </p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Day 0, Pardon my French</span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">The day before we left, I called into Paris to make a dinner reservation. I was really, really proud of my solid 30 seconds of talking in French, until the guy on the other end started talking a little too fast (presumably to confirm the reservation?). Who knows. After a minute or two of dead silence (ummmmmm, </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">desole</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">!) they found someone to assure me that I had in fact just made a reservation. Le sigh.</span></p><p> </p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Day 1, A 7-hour plane ride and the City of Lights</span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">We had a red-eye flight that left Atlanta at 11pm and got into Paris at about 1pm. After a bit of a delay at the airport due to some unattended baggage (we heard they blow them up wherever they are found, can this be true?), we hopped the metro to our “bed and breakfast” which was really “the spare bedroom in someone’s apartment”. This turned out to be the best thing ever, because our hosts, Marie and Jean, were incredibly helpful and welcoming. After settling in, we were off to dinner at “</span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">A la Biche au Bois</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">” or “A doe in the woods”. This was our most formal eating while in France, the whole nine-yards with 4 courses (5 if you count the appertifs) and traditional French food. Wow, so much butter! I was most impressed by the cheese course – big surprise there – wherein our waiter brought out the cheese plate and we naively asked</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">“how many?” and he waved his hand over the entire plate. Well, okay then, if you insist!!!</span></p><p> </p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">From dinner, we walked. And walked. And lost track of time and walked some more. We took some goofy pictures of the Seine, Notre Dame, the </span><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Place_de_la_Bastille" target="_blank"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Bastille</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">, and some dimly-lit streets that had all sorts of charm. It was a lot of fun and by the end we were crazy tired, so we tried to catch the metro back… oops, </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">ferme</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">. Closed. So there was a long tired walk at the end of the night (2am local? Damn how did it get so late?) but we got there!</span></p><p> </p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Day #2, Perfume and </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">pipi</span></i></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">After a fantastic and simple French breakfast, we started our day close to home base on the recommendation of Marie, at th</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">e </span></span><span style=" border-collapse: collapse; "><a href="http://www.pere-lachaise.com/" title="Père Lachaise Cemetery" target="_blank" style="color: rgb(34, 0, 204); "><span style="text-decoration: none; "><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Père Lachaise</span></span></span></a><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span><span style="border-collapse: separate; "><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">c</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">emetery. We took too many pictures and stopped by Jim Morrison’s grave before heading to </span><a href="http://de.wikipedia.org/wiki/Basilique_du_Sacr%C3%A9-C%C5%93ur" target="_blank"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Sacre Coeur</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">, not so much for the church itself as for the fantastic view of the city. Next we stopped at a brasserie on Rue Lepic for lunch, another recommendation from our wonderful hostess. Nick’s crepes were way better than my (rather odd) salad, but I had the distinct pleasure of sitting next to a drunk, chain-smoking, bar-song-singing local (probably in his 60s). When Nick ordered an appertif and I requested water, he laughed a big belly laugh and exclaimed “Ohhh, le bebe!” before going back to his singing. It was awesome.</span></span></span></p><p> </p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">After lunch we hit the Arc de Triomphe and Le Tour Eiffel, before trying and failing to do a picnic at </span><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Luxembourg_Garden" target="_blank"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Jardin du Luxembourg</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">. We had meant to go to a bunch of famous little shops, one for bread, one for cheese, etc that Nick had done some research on. But everything was closed. Instead, we stopped at the one place that was open (famous for its butter, but also a street cafe) and got some delicious but overpriced nouveau cuisine. The butter was ok, maybe they didn’t give us </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">stupide americains</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> the good stuff?</span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"></span></span></p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:100%;"><p>We routed our after-dinner stroll through the Louvre’s courtyard and admired all of the crazy, and intricate, sculpture adorning the building. Closer to the B&amp;B, I witnessed something that explained a lot about this city: it was a local, peeing in the streets. That, and well I can only assume that “fresh lemony clean” doesn’t have a French translation…</p><p> </p><p>Day 3, Tah-may-toh…<span> </span>Ta-mah-toh…</p><p>After breakfast, it hit us that we didn’t have any travel or lodging plans for the next week, and due to the upcoming Bastille Day (French day of Independence), it was going to be a busy travel week. So we meandered down to the train station to assure (at least) that we would be in Berlin in time for my conference. We also booked a trip from Paris to Chamonix (south of France, see day 4).</p><p> </p><p>From the station we walked to and along the Viaduct de Arts, a collection of artist studios/galleries built into an old railway. On top is a <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Promenade_plant%C3%A9e">beautiful park</a>, lots of gardens etc that we were able to walk through and admire. After a morning of walking, we walked some more, this time implementing the plan of day 2: rounding up goodies for a picnic in Jardin du Luxembourg. At one of our many stops, I had an encounter with the stereotyped French/American friction, and the shopkeep refused to sell me a tomato. (I may have deserved that, but I swear I <i>meant</i> to say “Bonjour, Monsieur”… ).</p><p> </p><p>After lunch we went for more sightseeing. This time we actually went inside the building we were looking at (gasp). <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sainte-Chapelle">Le Sainte-Chapelle</a> was <i>tres joli</i>. Nick had thoughtfully brought along a walking-tour-on-tape that included this chapel, and the history was as interesting as the stained glass was impressive. We sat, we stared, and we eventually moved on, because, we were tired. Especially me. I was really, very tired. So we went back to the B&amp;B and I was going to take a nap but Marie and Jean offered us some wine… and well, can <i>you</i> say no to French wine? We were recounting our day and my frustration with all the meat and delight at all the cheese on French menus when Marie exclaimed that she had just the souvenir for me: cheese plates. Hand-painted, darling little things that had (apparently) been sitting in her cupboard for 20 years. I will post pictures soon, but needless to say I went to bed happy.</p><p> </p><p>Day 4, Nick gets déjà vu</p><p>We meant to wake up early and sneak out without a fuss, but Marie was one step ahead of us and made breakfast against our protests. In her words, “Sorry there isn’t any French bread, but the bakery isn’t open yet, you know.” So we sat and ate and enjoyed it too much because we missed our bus and had to power-walk to the train station, where we jumped on our train last-minute, like something out of a movie from the 60s. It was a relatively short train ride, but I loved every minute of it. Chamonix ended up being too touristy for Nick “It reminds me of Vail” but we were able to get a campsite far enough out of town that the beautiful mountains weren’t spoiled by, well, anything. As a bonus, Nick’s sister’s boyfriend, Paul, was in Chamonix by some crazy coincidence, and we got to meet up with him for an hour or two.</p><p> </p><p>Day 5, 98% water</p><p>This was a hiking day. We hiked from Chamonix, in France, to a little town called Le Peuty, in Switzerland. Everything in between was amazing. I’ll have to let the photos do the talking for me, because I can’t do them justice. I will say that it was a strenuous hike. After about 15 minutes of walking (barely even uphill) I had to dump out all my water to lighten up my pack. But I manned up and we made our goal of reaching Le Peuty in good time, even if my hip bones looked like someone had punched them repeatedly (I guess backcountry packs aren’t made for skinny nerdy types). My favorite part of our trip so far was going to sleep that night. Totally exhausted, gazing at the mountains and the sky while being serenaded by the jingling cowbells from the pasture next to the campsite. It was surreal.</p><p> </p><p>Day 6, I find a little piece of home in Switzerland</p><p>We woke up to cowbells and I had a really hard time convincing myself to leave (as many of you know, I’ve been a fan of cows since I was a kid). The day was a little muggy and our hike to Martigny (nearest train station) wasn’t nearly as pretty as the one of the day before. But we made it even though the trail signs disappeared halfway there and we had to catch a ride into town. Our original plan was to continue on to Zermatt that day, but plans change and we stayed in Martigny. <span> </span>The town has a few Roman ruins that were interesting but not so impressive. For example, the amphitheater has been turned into an outdoor movie theater. Nothing says ancient and awe-inspiring like plastic theater seating and projector equipment. I called this town the Kent,WA of Switzerland. <span> </span>Needless to say we didn’t stay more than one night.</p><p> </p><p>Day 7, Bernese bears and more happy Swiss cows</p><p>We hopped a train early for Lauterbrunnen, which is in the Berner Oberland, a region of the Swiss Alps a little south of Interlaken. To get there, we took the “Golden Pass” train, which is a scenic route. Again, words won’t do this justice. So many adorable little farms with flowers in the windows and happy cows wearing bells. The mountains towering over them were unspeakably beautiful. On our way, we stopped briefly in Montreux (loved this city!) to see a castle (one of my check-list items for this trip: see some old stuff) called the <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chateau_Chillon">Chateau de Chillo</a>n. The history is worth another 4 pages but I’ll<span> </span>spare you (for now, mwahaha) but to get an idea, the first written account of the castle was in the 11th century, and it’s been maintained ever since (never plundered or damaged in an attack). So, it was really fun to explore the dungeons, banquet halls and chapels etc, though we were halfway through the tour before someone told us that we could check our packs at the door (doh!). </p><p>Sore backs aside, this was a fantastic day and we got to Lauterbrunnen early enough to snag one of the best campsites ever. </p><p><br /></p><p>Day 8, The price of beauty</p><p><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lauterbrunnen">Lauterbrunnen</a> is in a deep valley with mountains on 3 sides. The two side walls are just that – walls of rock, steep cliffs with waterfalls everywhere. Our campsite was situated just out of town, with a fantastic up close view of the biggest waterfall. We’re going to guess between 1K-1.5K ft tall, but I’m not 100% on that. Anyway it was really a trip to wake up and have that staring you in the face. After much grumbling on my part (“buuut it’s so pretty here and my feet are tiiiired…”) Nick convinced me that we came here for a reason and we put our hiking boots back on. Holy happy cows, am I glad for that. We took a train up the left wall, which revealed more mountains on top of mountains, and caught a gondola when the train couldn’t take us further, to our final destination of Mannlichen. Here we had a 360 degree view of snow-capped peaks, rocky cliffs, rolling hills and I swear I heard a cowbell or two from the valleys below. We started our slow hike down the mountain by passing in front of the <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Eiger">Eiger</a> north face, which I hear is pretty famous. I can see why! It was incredible. We had a nice picnic lunch staring at it and a few other notable peaks (jungfrou, etc). I would recommend this hike to everyone I know, that<span> </span>is, if you can afford the ridiculous touristy train/gondola prices. I’d say it was worth every penny.</p><p> </p><p>Day 9, and that brings us to…</p><p>Today! It has been the perfect day for traveling because we woke up to thunderstorms and it’s been raining ever since – thankfully, this is the first bad weather we have encountered all week. I have to say though, the thunder this morning was pretty fantastic due to the acoustics of the Lauterbrunnen valley, so awesome. Luckily, our neighbors in the campground (a lovely older couple from Belfast with endlessly entertaining accents and Irish slang) offered us a ride into town so we avoided the long walk in the rain. I have sore feet and a full belly and I am looking forward to more adventures in Berlin.</p></span><p></p></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8261094801649956540-6884423398218594894?l=www.prism.gatech.edu%2F%7Eahudson6%2Fblog.html'/></div>Amberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10556311809977755046noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8261094801649956540.post-89982162480674498492009-07-02T19:46:00.003-05:002009-07-02T20:07:59.440-05:00I like dirt.<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><br /></span></span></span></div><img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_phlpxHo30aY/Sk1TeptqvKI/AAAAAAAACtw/2PkAX520bJg/s400/IMG_0968.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 271px;" border="0" alt="" /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>Last night, Nick and I went to a birthday party in Little 5. It was here that I discovered that Nick's co-worker Scott had been offering him tomato plants for several weeks, and Nick had failed to mention said offer. Whaaaat? Of course this could not stand. We drove straight from the party to pick up the plant at 11pm last night. After work today, I went straight to the garden to give the new addition a proper burial. Or, no... um, new home? I don't know what the terminology is, but there is a live tomato plant in the garden now. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>I used the occasion to take a <a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/aelise/CampingCookingGardenAndMore?feat=directlink">few photos</a> of my favorite plants at the moment. We had more lettuce (red, green leaf, and romaine) than we could eat last month but it's looking pretty sad now due to the heat, so there aren't any pictures of that. Ditto on the fennel and dill. The basil, thyme, oregano and mystery plants are doing great, though! Mystery plants are probably pumpkin, but that's another story. </div><div><br /></div><div>The link above also directs to pictures of our latest camping/hiking adventure and some other domestic stuff I was pleased enough with to take pictures of. Namely a key lime pie (my first!) and a t-shirt "<a href="http://nikkishell.typepad.com/wardroberefashion/">refashion</a>" that was actually successful. </div><div><br /></div><div>Anyway, I have way too much work to do so I'm going to keep this short. I probably won't post much before or during my trip, but the trip should be good blogging fodder. Take note Blogger, and be sure to beef up your servers before August 1...</div><div><br /></div><div><img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_phlpxHo30aY/Sk1TdZM0AqI/AAAAAAAACto/iTwd8IWIXxc/s400/IMG_0978.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8261094801649956540-8998216248067449849?l=www.prism.gatech.edu%2F%7Eahudson6%2Fblog.html'/></div>Amberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10556311809977755046noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8261094801649956540.post-64383509392057948412009-06-21T15:16:00.004-05:002009-06-21T15:25:38.377-05:00Mr. President<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.prism.gatech.edu/~ahudson6/uploaded_images/3611569018_db516fe412-786205.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://www.prism.gatech.edu/~ahudson6/uploaded_images/3611569018_db516fe412-786188.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div>Apparently, the <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/whitehouse/">White House has an official photostream</a> on flickr. They're fun to flip through and an excellent example of how tech-savvy this administration is. I mean, is there a networking site they haven't infiltrated?</div><br />Regardless, I like the caption posted with this photo:<br /><br />"At center-right is the hieroglyphic that the President comment on saying it looked like him."<br /><br />Gramatically incorrect, but amazing nonetheless. <div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">Thanks to<a href="http://forme-foryou.com/2009/06/obama-is-my-flickr-friend.html"> Kate</a> for the heads up.</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8261094801649956540-6438350939205794841?l=www.prism.gatech.edu%2F%7Eahudson6%2Fblog.html'/></div>Amberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10556311809977755046noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8261094801649956540.post-18875931226765460952009-06-06T11:30:00.005-05:002009-06-07T09:48:04.153-05:00Reese Brink: wedding and more<div style="text-align: left;">Picasa to the rescue! This should work as a temporary work-around to Blogger's crotchety mood this morning... <br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/pvCPdtKvF_VVwlNxetSY6w?authkey=Gv1sRgCOOhqK3y04uvEg&amp;feat=embedwebsite"><img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_phlpxHo30aY/SiqZLVfjgBI/AAAAAAAACWg/gEJlgM1KdgA/s400/bridalParty.jpg" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">This is the bridal party from Lauren's wedding. No, we are not huffing fumes from the bouquet, we are taking sips from our cocktails. Lauren was the mastermind behind this fantastic "Boozy Bouquet" idea. Basically, the base of the bouquet is a margarita glass, and the flowers were arranged (by us!) on top of a lid for the glass. We fitted the lids with some straws and the rest is history. Genius, eh?</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Myself and the beautiful bride:</div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/Qk1QlZmTWm2lPQ9iflqEBA?authkey=Gv1sRgCOOhqK3y04uvEg&amp;feat=embedwebsite"><img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_phlpxHo30aY/SiqcDxqDjbI/AAAAAAAACW8/Ak0VZEZrAqU/s400/LornMe.jpg" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">The happy couple:</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/2KV2_gYssWzGTJyG-2DwZw?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_phlpxHo30aY/SiRmtTvtZeI/AAAAAAAACVY/m9hvH6oxZMI/s400/IMG_0844.JPG" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Ok, so there are <a href="http://www.joshuaaaronphotography.com/clients.html">lots of better pictures</a> of them, but I can't get over the jump-shots. Awesome, right? </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Speaking of better pictures, I can't help but brag a little about the bachelorette party... Of course, there were the usual things: wedding/marriage-themed games, <a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/NrGEM9jRaOSxPeQY3JEzoQ?feat=directlink">gratuitous penis</a>*, lots of good food, a bar-centered scavenger hunt, etc. BUT. My favorite part of this party was the theme. Yes, there is always a theme with me, haha. This one was executed pretty well, though. Behold:</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/RUbCAG69-nxfwjs7wUqgvw?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_phlpxHo30aY/Sf272gygkoI/AAAAAAAACYw/bfQPyRId510/s400/IMG_0706.JPG" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">The "Ugly Bridesmaid Dress" theme. The girls were instructed to procure a dress from their local thrift store, or use one they had lying around. As such, we got a spectrum of "ugly" but hot damn if we didn't stand out in a crowd! It made the scavenger hunt a lot more interesting. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Ok, I think that's enough of embarrassing my friends for one day. Until next time...</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">*Cartoon penis. Just trying to get some more hits on the ol' webpage ;)</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8261094801649956540-1887593122676546095?l=www.prism.gatech.edu%2F%7Eahudson6%2Fblog.html'/></div>Amberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10556311809977755046noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8261094801649956540.post-31267912376589986292009-06-06T10:19:00.006-05:002009-06-06T11:28:56.787-05:00Business TimeWell, it has been an exceptionally busy blogging hiatus. Starting in mid-March, my weekends have been completely stacked. This looked something like (in order of appearance): a ski trip to Utah, a bridal shower for Shosh, Matt and Dayna's visit!!! and Noelle's wedding!!! (here in Altanta), Adam's wedding in New Orleans (and the resulting brush with swine flu, yuck), a surprise party for Nick's birthday AND Lauren's bachelorette party in one weekend (both of which I had a hand in planning), Mom's visit!!!, and finally, <a href="http://www.joshuaaaronphotography.com/clients.html">Lauren's wedding</a> in SC, in which I was a bridesmaid/ baker/ lighting engineer/ decorator/ giddy friend :) <div><br /></div><div>Holy potatoes, that's a lot of social crap. There was not one dry weekend from mid-March to late-May. It was <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">tons</span> of fun, and I'm <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">so glad </span>it's over!  </div><div><br /></div><div>Now, I can focus on my work, my (much improved!) garden, and lazily making plans for my upcoming trip to Europe. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Trip what-where?!</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>I am going to France, Switzerland and Germany next month!!! As my first official trip off of this continent, I am SO incredibly excited! The impetus came when my abstract was accepted for presentation at <a href="http://www.cnsorg.org/2009/">Computational Neuroscience</a>, a conference which is in Berlin this year. That means, this is technically a business trip which ensures that the July 18th-24th portion is paid for. Lucky thing too, because my dollars are not liking the look of the exchange rate lately... </div><div><br /></div><div>Well, there is much planning to be done, and I should get to it. I am hoping to write more here this month, but blogger seems to be hating my photos at the moment so we will see how this goes down. Until then, bon weekend!</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8261094801649956540-3126791237658998629?l=www.prism.gatech.edu%2F%7Eahudson6%2Fblog.html'/></div>Amberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10556311809977755046noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8261094801649956540.post-55725899618662738942009-03-21T17:27:00.003-05:002009-03-21T17:28:49.861-05:00PostscriptI want to make one of <a href="http://www.instructables.com/id/How-to-Make-a-Dali-Style-Melting-Clock/">these</a>... too bad I don't have a fireplace. Desk clock maybe?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8261094801649956540-5572589961866273894?l=www.prism.gatech.edu%2F%7Eahudson6%2Fblog.html'/></div>Amberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10556311809977755046noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8261094801649956540.post-51277342657095194452009-03-21T15:35:00.004-05:002009-03-21T17:22:14.293-05:00Spring is in the air<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.prism.gatech.edu/%7Eahudson6/uploaded_images/33-722017.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://www.prism.gatech.edu/%7Eahudson6/uploaded_images/33-721578.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />Did some weeding in the sun this afternoon. What's left is last years fennel and scallions... and the rest of the garden to weed. I'm really looking forward to planting some fresh basil, maybe some cilantro, definately oregano... hooray for the long, beautiful growing season in GA.<br /><br />Edit: Apparently blogging straight from the phone works better in theory. This is my second try, the first time there were password issues and it didn't post anything. That now fixed, This entry got through but the picture only uploaded halfway. Sigh. Fixed now.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8261094801649956540-5127734265709519445?l=www.prism.gatech.edu%2F%7Eahudson6%2Fblog.html'/></div>Amberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10556311809977755046noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8261094801649956540.post-189723467659500822009-02-22T21:08:00.007-05:002009-06-07T09:54:55.675-05:00So.It's been awhile. <div><br /></div><div>I got <a href="http://www.schwinnbike.com/usa/eng/Products/Road/Fitness/Details/935-S8SUPS-Super-Sport">a bike</a>! <div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); white-space: pre; font-family:Arial;font-size:11px;"><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/WYMKjdZLopsLStc9Kr-JTQ?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_phlpxHo30aY/SY9igCtddlI/AAAAAAAABoE/5_TGHsg5SfE/s400/IMG_0488.JPG" /></a></span><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); white-space: pre;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); white-space: normal; ">It's been a couple of weeks now, and I'm happy to report that I'm riding it quite a bit: to work, the farmer's market, for fun, etc. It's not the cushiest ride (read: I'm not used to riding regularly and will probably get over it) but it's super, super light and zippy. Of course, this is my first road bike and the only one I've ever owned that is the correct size, so take my recommendation as that of a biker noob. A very, very happy biker noob! </span></span></div><div><br /></div><div>In other news, work has been keeping me pretty busy, and I am actually very pleased with this situation. I am slowly learning to recognize that not having enough to do makes me antsy, and I am more productive on each task when I have several things going at once. Boredom is not my friend. This is good news for my current situation. I am: teaching (lab TA), writing (draft #2 of the same paper I've been working on for.ev.er), experimenting (proof-of-concept type stuff, gearing up for real experiments), and doing lots of background research to help with experiment planning. I'm in a nice place in my studies right now where I'm finally feeling confident and knowledgeable enough to use the freedom my NSF fellowship grants me. I'm starting to ask my own research questions, and design experiments around them. It's been fun... hopefully something comes of it :) I'll keep you posted. </div><div><br /></div><div>I've also been loving the cold (all relative) weather for knitting. I <a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/mysQMTIQf7EJyrSQqBa61g?feat=directlink">FINALLY finished this hat</a> after working on it for what seems like months and days and years and decades. It was a really fun project, my first using the doubleknit technique, but daaaaamn small needles will suck up your life. Soon after putting that down, I started my first-ever sweater and I am so happy to report that it's coming along nicely. The <a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/jm06KXfF49_szOCSbWDvQA?feat=directlink">yarn I picked out</a> is probably the best thing ever, so you should be really, really jealous.  </div><div><br /></div><div>Speaking of unbridled jealousy, you're also envious of all the amazing food I made this weekend. I started the week with almond cupcakes with chocolate mousse frosting, which meant by Friday the cupcakes were gone and I now had an abundance of mousse. Knowing no other way out, I baked cookies. Now, I have mousse-filled peanut butter oatmeal choc chip cookie sammiches. Yeah. And dinner tonight! Nick helped me with <a href="http://yeahthatveganshit.blogspot.com/2008/11/mole-skillet-pie-with-greens.html">this amazing recipe</a> from my new favorite cookbook, Veganomicon. Skip the bad photography and go straight to the recipe. Or, if you don't believe me, take this freakishly accurate description of the mole sauce from the blogger cited above:</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 20px; font-family:'-webkit-sans-serif';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">But let me just tell you: it's totally worth tracking down the cookbook just for this recipe. Holy motha. And I didn't even use the GOOD shit when it came to the a) chocolate and b) chili powder. I used Trader Joe's semi-sweet chocolate chips and shitty 99-cent chili powder. And yet, AND YET, I wanted to fill my bathtub up with this and roll around in it buck-nekkid except for maybe a small hat made out of tortillas. I can only imagine what would've happened if I had splurged and bought some fancy chocolate and some good chipotle chili powder. My nipples probably would've caught fire."</span></span></div><div><br /></div><div>Yeah. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8261094801649956540-18972346765950082?l=www.prism.gatech.edu%2F%7Eahudson6%2Fblog.html'/></div>Amberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10556311809977755046noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8261094801649956540.post-6629116285318704222008-12-10T14:20:00.007-05:002008-12-10T17:28:53.881-05:00Aw, Republicans. Look what you made me do.Last night's <a href="http://www.thedailyshow.com/">The Daily Show</a> has inspired me to post a political opinion. I'm not prone to this, but hey, I guess you have to start somewhere. <div><br /></div><div>Jon Stewart's interview of Gov. Mike Huckabee can be <a href="http://www.thedailyshow.com/full-episodes/index.jhtml?episodeId=213344">seen here</a>. It's most of the episode. The part that was so inspirational to me is the last segment, <a href="http://www.comedycentral.com/videos/index.jhtml?videoId=213349">seen here</a>. Jon Stewart brings up gay marriage. Huckabee does a piss-poor job of defending the social-conservative bigoted stance, which is understandable. What is really upsetting, however, is that Jon Stewart seemed to be validating Huckabee's religious undertones by arguing the biblical slant. Yes, he had some good points (polygamy anyone?), but I think using these arguments will hurt the cause in the long run. </div><div><br /></div><div>Ahem. Our wonderful, long-surviving government claims to rely on a separation of church and state. Unfortunately, marriage is a religious institution that has been written into government policy, tax code, etc. This is causing a good deal of confusion. </div><div><br /></div><div>Get. It. Outta There! </div><div><br /></div><div>If Mike Huckabee wants to keep the word "marriage" then fine, you religious nut you, have it. Take it to your churches where marriage ceremonies are performed. But in this United States, ALL law-abiding citizens need to have the same rights. PERIOD. Of course, here I am referring to those rights of civil union, including tax benefits and adoption rights. It's as simple as separating "ordained by god" (which of course, isn't a right) from "accepted by law" (which of course, shouldn't be religiously biased). </div><div><br /></div><div>This, to me, seems like a pretty obvious course of action. I would expect that there is nothing in the bible about hospital visiting rights or tax benes, and there is no special diction here for Huckabee to defend. So end of discussion, everybody is happy. </div><div><br /></div><div>Okay maybe not everybody. I can see that raising kids/adoption is probably the root of all this hubub. Many people are dedicated to the traditional family structure and see the current legal definition of marriage as protecting that and the proverbial children. Well, nuts to you guys, your argument stinks. Traditional family structure sure doesn't guarantee a happy childhood, nor does non-traditional family structure guarantee a miserable one. Let me quote an amateur <a href="http://badgerherald.com/oped/2008/12/09/ban_on_gay_adoption_.php">op ed I stumbled across</a>:</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 16px; font-family:Verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Adoption is not simply a smart alternative to parenting without stretch marks. It can take years and costs thousands of dollars to adopt a child, and the emotional price is often greater than the monetary one. People adopt because they love children, and because there are no shortage of children who are in need of a better life. No one fills out all that paperwork to undermine society, and yet some feel that’s exactly what will happen if we allow homosexuals to raise kids.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 16px;font-family:Verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'Times New Roman';"><p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); line-height: 16px; font-weight: normal; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-top: 2px; padding-bottom: 8px; font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Parenting, whether it’s by adoption, foster care or nine months of pregnancy, follows a single goal: to raise good children and help give them a bright future. It has nothing to do with sexual orientation, and there is no evidence to suggest gay parents will raise an army of gay children. Straight parents seem to raise plenty of homosexual kids as it is, yet no one is condemning Dick Cheney’s fatherhood. These are not issues of family or children; these are issues of civil rights and fear, and they’re issues many thought ended in the 1960s." </span></p></span><div><br /></div><div>In this regard I think Jon did a good job. There really is no counter-point for "a loving gay family with a financially secure background beats the hell out of Britney Spears and Kevin Federline any day of the week". Priceless. </div><div><br /></div><div>Well, that's my ferocious 2 cents. I hope you enjoyed it. </div><div><br /></div><div>In other news, the big presentation went surprisingly well and I am happily contemplating my next course of action. Watch out crabbies, I have experiments in mind... </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8261094801649956540-662911628531870422?l=www.prism.gatech.edu%2F%7Eahudson6%2Fblog.html'/></div>Amberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10556311809977755046noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8261094801649956540.post-76708304298790313912008-10-13T19:08:00.000-05:002008-10-13T19:08:54.687-05:00White beaches are hard to photograph.<div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a href="http://www.prism.gatech.edu/~ahudson6/uploaded_images/IMG_0139-716824.jpg"><img alt="" src="http://www.prism.gatech.edu/~ahudson6/uploaded_images/IMG_0139-716817.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div>Not a lot to say. For now, I'm enjoying this photograph, and that's enough.<div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'><a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /></a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8261094801649956540-7670830429879031391?l=www.prism.gatech.edu%2F%7Eahudson6%2Fblog.html'/></div>Amberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10556311809977755046noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8261094801649956540.post-46655763269630192902008-10-12T18:06:00.002-05:002008-10-12T18:15:41.863-05:00We will miss you, so very much.<a href="http://www.prism.gatech.edu/~ahudson6/uploaded_images/Wy3-797426.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.prism.gatech.edu/~ahudson6/uploaded_images/Wy3-797422.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>"But Margaret, perhaps more than any other person I’ve ever met, she just rubs off on people. You look at her, you admire her, you absorb a bit of her attitude, find it good and true and useful, and carry that bit of her off with you. I plan on seeing her regularly, living inside everybody who ever loved her. That’s not just a comfort. It’s a promise."</div><div> </div><div> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8261094801649956540-4665576326963019290?l=www.prism.gatech.edu%2F%7Eahudson6%2Fblog.html'/></div>Amberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10556311809977755046noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8261094801649956540.post-92178241560424984312008-10-03T22:06:00.000-05:002008-10-03T22:06:12.774-05:00Happy Birthday to me!<div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a href="http://www.prism.gatech.edu/~ahudson6/uploaded_images/IMG_0021-769968.jpg"><img alt="" src="http://www.prism.gatech.edu/~ahudson6/uploaded_images/IMG_0021-769960.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div><br />Today I was the lucky recipient of a <a href="http://www.newegg.com/Product/Product.aspx?Item=N82E16830120304">brand new camera</a>, because my dad spoils me. I won't pretend to know all the nerdy specs, but I will say that so far, I've been really impressed with the <a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/aelise/FunWithTheNewCamera#5253108464266385810">zoom</a> and the industrial strength <a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/aelise/FunWithTheNewCamera#5253108449702833506">flash</a>. The image <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">stabilization</span> also rocks my socks, but I don't have any example shots of that. I didn't get the battery charged until after dark, so all the photos I've taken have been indoors with fairly low light. Which, actually, is why I wanted the camera. I've had such a hard time getting decent photos of friends - seems the nerds only come out at night. Now, they have nowhere to hide...<br /><br />hehe. So shout out to Papfoo, thank you for the top-notch birthday present. I'm looking forward to taking lots of pictures.<div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'><a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /></a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8261094801649956540-9217824156042498431?l=www.prism.gatech.edu%2F%7Eahudson6%2Fblog.html'/></div>Amberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10556311809977755046noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8261094801649956540.post-16804250755694099782008-09-10T15:56:00.008-05:002008-09-10T16:30:25.990-05:00Pictures, ahoy!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.prism.gatech.edu/%7Eahudson6/uploaded_images/IMG_8427-762276.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://www.prism.gatech.edu/%7Eahudson6/uploaded_images/IMG_8427-761945.JPG" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />Mom requested photos for her birthday, so I posted house pictures and long-lost Bahamas pictures to my <a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/aelise">Picasa account</a> last night. Both albums are large and far from complete, but there are a couple interesting tidbits. Feel free to make fun of my cheesy captions (Bahamas captions to come, various stressors are interfering at the moment).<br /><br />Anyway, my main reason for posting is that I was tickled by an email I just got. Nick and I are having a housewarming / birthday party on the 19th, which by no coincidence is also <a href="http://www.talklikeapirate.com/piratehome.html">International Talk Like a Pirate Day</a>... so pirate themed it be, yarr! I recently decided to buy some decor - pirate flag, inflatable treasure chest cooler, etc - to go with our theme. I got the following from the online retailer I decided to go with:<br /><br /><p style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:85%;">We would like to notify you that your order has been shipped from our warehouse. </span></p> <span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" >Should you happen to face any problem (e.g. item not arrived, item damaged or in bad condition, wrong item received etc.) or just have any questions regarding your order/product please feel free to get in touch with us. We would be more than happy to assist you as </span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">we would do anything to make you a satisfied customer</span><span style="font-weight: bold;">.</span></span><br /><br />Hehehe. Maybe I should suggest they come to my party, dressed in their fine pirate merch, to lead the group in some pirate drinking songs? No? Okay, well, a girl can dream.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8261094801649956540-1680425075569409978?l=www.prism.gatech.edu%2F%7Eahudson6%2Fblog.html'/></div>Amberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10556311809977755046noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8261094801649956540.post-45782715844328261622008-08-23T08:46:00.005-05:002008-08-23T12:28:38.110-05:00The way of the Goob<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.prism.gatech.edu/%7Eahudson6/uploaded_images/DSC00736-727071.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://www.prism.gatech.edu/%7Eahudson6/uploaded_images/DSC00736-726797.JPG" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />This new habit of K's amuses me greatly. It's as if she's too lazy to lift her head to look out the window. She even keeps her head propped like this as she swivels to look from one side of the yard to another. It's adorable.<br /><br />In other news, Lauren gave a shout out to me / knitting night in <a href="http://feministfreedom.blogspot.com/2008/08/intro-to-knitting-night.html">her blog</a>, and featured a photo of my latest WIP. I'm not sure I would call myself an advanced knitter, but... sweet! I'll take it :) The project is <a href="http://www.berroco.com/exclusives/brea/brea.html">this purse</a>, which looks great on paper. I'm hoping that it will test my sewing (for the lining) as well as knitting skillz, and result in something useful if not beautiful. Honestly I'm regretting my choice to add the red. I think I would have liked it better in a solid dark grey to show off the cables properly. Maybe I'll start over, but that's always a bummer. Choices, choices...<br /><br />On the work front, I'm getting bogged down in some statistics, which is so incredibly frustrating. I took two stats classes in college, which might suggest that I know something, but no. I think this stuff is just out of the undergrad-stats league, which really means that I'm frustrated that Emory/Tech doesn't have stats consultation services for labs. Seriously people, back me up here.<br /><br />Regardless, I survived technical presentation #1 last week, so I'm looking forward to the potential of another one in November in DC. We'll see, but I'm optimistic.<br /><br />Oh, and this week I made <a href="http://blog.fatfreevegan.com/2008/02/roasted-cauliflower-soup.html">an amazing soup</a> and some carrot-raisin-pecan cupcakes (from <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Vegan-Cupcakes-Take-Over-World/dp/1569242739">VCTOtW</a>, of course). Yum! You're jealous.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8261094801649956540-4578271584432826162?l=www.prism.gatech.edu%2F%7Eahudson6%2Fblog.html'/></div>Amberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10556311809977755046noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8261094801649956540.post-80489510499916721992008-07-09T18:34:00.002-05:002008-07-09T19:01:26.472-05:00Home sweet.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.prism.gatech.edu/%7Eahudson6/uploaded_images/DSC00684-713237.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://www.prism.gatech.edu/%7Eahudson6/uploaded_images/DSC00684-712911.JPG" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />The last several days have taught me, once and for all, that my cell phone camera is terrible. I need to bust out my old-school digital rebel for this job, but I'm too damn lazy. I'll get around to it, promise.<br /><br />Until then, be satisfied with this shot of our sun room. I've spent most of this week sitting in that amazingly comfortable chair, working from home because I'm gearing up to write a paper and what does that mean? Lots and lots of reading. But hey, on the bright side, it's allowed me to do lots and lots of cooking (hello, crock pot!) and that's been fun (and cheap).<br /><br />Otherwise, thunder and lightning are plentiful, Kaisa is dealing with an abundance of mosquito bites (I'm sorry Goober!) and I finally finished my Heroes binge. Season 1 was really good. Season 2 was a complete nutter soap opera in that deliciously cheesy, circular storyline sort of way. Yum. Now on to 30 Rock. Thank you, Netflix, for your instant-watch goodness.<br /><br />Does anyone have any good zucchini recipes?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8261094801649956540-8048951049991672199?l=www.prism.gatech.edu%2F%7Eahudson6%2Fblog.html'/></div>Amberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10556311809977755046noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8261094801649956540.post-84288970678273718902008-06-24T12:43:00.006-05:002008-07-09T19:04:48.642-05:00(vegan) Cupcakes are wonderfulI mentioned in a previous post that I am a big fan of the book Vegan Cupcakes Take Over the World. Let me reiterate: <span style="font-weight: bold;">best cookbook ever</span>.<br /><br />To be fair, I never thought I would say that. As desserts go, I've always been more of an ice-cream-cake sort of girl. In fact, I hate most frosting. The sugar content makes the roof of my mouth feel funny, and leaves a sour taste in my mouth. (What? No, <span style="font-style: italic;">you're</span> weird.)<br /><br />Oh, but this cookbook. Incredible. Until last night, I was particularly fond of the peanut-butter cupcakes and the cashew-butter cardamom cupcakes. But last night, I decided to try the <a href="http://www.postpunkkitchen.com/i/cuppics/mousse.jpg">basic chocolate cupcakes topped with a chocolate mousse</a> (linked picture is from the blog of the author).<br /><br />Holy crap.<br /><br />This is what cupcakes are supposed to taste like. Basically, you've never had a cupcake before. Trust me.<br /><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Annnnnyway</span>, in other news.... :)<br /><br />We're finally starting to feel settled in the new place, but we don't have <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">internet</span> as-of-yet. I'm writing at work right now (waiting for some code to finish running) and of course I forgot the cable for my phone so I don't have any pictures to share. They will be up soon.<br /><br />My last little nugget for you today involves a website I'm currently obsessed with: <a href="http://www.muxtape.com/"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">muxtapes</span></a>. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Playlists</span> have time limits again! It's fun, so if you're as music-obsessed as I am, I recommend it. You can search for a list you might like via <a href="http://www.muxtapestumbler.com/"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">muxtapestumbler</span></a> or you can just go straight to <a href="http://aelise.muxtape.com/">mine</a>. Enjoy!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8261094801649956540-8428897067827371890?l=www.prism.gatech.edu%2F%7Eahudson6%2Fblog.html'/></div>Amberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10556311809977755046noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8261094801649956540.post-70143679858953841802008-06-12T14:15:00.002-05:002008-06-12T14:27:09.142-05:00Transitions<a href="http://www.prism.gatech.edu/~ahudson6/uploaded_images/DSC00668-757454.JPG"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.prism.gatech.edu/~ahudson6/uploaded_images/DSC00668-756383.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><strong>We move this weekend! </strong>I'm really excited about this. You should be too. Do you know why? Because as soon as I move, this space will be inhabited with excessive house pictures in lieu of excessive puppy pictures. See? Aren't you excited?<br /><br />But as long as we're on the topic of the pup... We went to a <a href="http://www.parkgrounds.com/">coffee shop / dog park </a>for knitting this week. Yes, that's right. It's half coffee shop and half dog park. It's decently close to the new digs, so I have a feeling I will be going back frequently. <a href="http://rachelslatte.blogspot.com/">Rachel</a> and Emma (Rachel's adorable new pup) got there a few minutes after us, and Kaisa actually jumped on Rachel when she walked in. This is a HUGE recent development for my usually-shy girl. It made for an awkward moment when I wanted to squeal with joy, but felt it necessary to apologise instead. But Rachel was nice about it, and Kaisa was as happy as ever, and it ended up being a lovely evening. Hooray for Kaisa, the social butterfly in training...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8261094801649956540-7014367985895384180?l=www.prism.gatech.edu%2F%7Eahudson6%2Fblog.html'/></div>Amberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10556311809977755046noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8261094801649956540.post-82119488397627868602008-06-08T10:18:00.003-05:002008-06-08T10:30:35.197-05:00Fetch!More hiking pictures!!! Hooray!<a href="http://www.prism.gatech.edu/~ahudson6/uploaded_images/DSC00654-770349.JPG"></a><br /><div></div><div></div><div><br /></div><div>These are from last weekend at Red Top Mountain. Of course, being GA, the mountain is more of a hill, but it's next to a lake. So the draw for me is that it's one of the few places around here where K can swim, which is always really fun for all involved*</div><div> </div><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.prism.gatech.edu/~ahudson6/uploaded_images/DSC00654-744091.JPG" border="0" /><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.prism.gatech.edu/~ahudson6/uploaded_images/DSC00649-743697.JPG" border="0" /><br /><p align="left"><br />*really!! It's hilarious to watch, and she loves it. So much so, she actually <strong><em>barked</em></strong> at Nick when he was taking a break (she appeared to be worn out, but I guess not). It scared him half to death, which was really funny because he jumped and yelled back at her. It was so uncharacteristic of both of them, it really made me laugh. </p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8261094801649956540-8211948839762786860?l=www.prism.gatech.edu%2F%7Eahudson6%2Fblog.html'/></div>Amberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10556311809977755046noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8261094801649956540.post-4978768274911180982008-06-07T13:08:00.005-05:002008-06-07T13:47:14.824-05:00Hotlanta, to goYep, it's 100 degrees here. <div><div></div><br /><div>I hope it cools down by next weekend, when the moving begins. </div><div></div><br /><div>Speaking of moving, Nick and I are on a roll regarding picking up essential items on the cheap. Between us, we have very little furniture (sans an abundance of matresses, which will come in handy for furnishing the guest bedroom). So, being neurotic, I needed to get some furniture before I felt ready to move. I recently found an entire set of beautiful livingroom furniture for $200 (thank you, craigslist!!!), and Nick just bought us some <a href="http://www.amazon.com/ACE-Hardware-OUTDOOR-C-845S-118-GRAVITY/dp/B000ZLR9EY">deck chairs </a>that are so comfortable I might vote that they live in the sunroom (he paid half that). Anyway, I also found a set of these: </div><div></div><div><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.prism.gatech.edu/~ahudson6/uploaded_images/plates2-738510.jpg" border="0" /></div><div>at my local Salvation Army, for $9. What makes this deal so sweet is that they're available on Amazon.com, so if I want to expand the set or get replacements I know where to go. </div><div><br /></div><div></div><div></div><div>MAN, I am good at this poor college student gig! Next on the list is closet space (think antique armoire), sunroom furniture (?), kitchen table, and book shelves (lots of them). I think Nick might want to build the last two with his new fancy woodworking toys, and the former will have to wait until (1) we move in and (2) craigslist offers up something good :) </div><div><br /></div><div></div><div></div><div>Allllllright I should get back to packing. (Also, why don't grocery stores offer up boxes anymore? Apparently now you have to call ahead by a day or two. Lame.) </div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8261094801649956540-497876827491118098?l=www.prism.gatech.edu%2F%7Eahudson6%2Fblog.html'/></div>Amberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10556311809977755046noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8261094801649956540.post-78589561574793036502008-05-21T19:22:00.001-05:002008-05-28T09:15:53.236-05:00Goofy pup<a href="http://www.prism.gatech.edu/~ahudson6/uploaded_images/DSC00630-713117.JPG"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.prism.gatech.edu/~ahudson6/uploaded_images/DSC00630-712762.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a href="http://www.prism.gatech.edu/~ahudson6/uploaded_images/DSC00630-726706.JPG"></a></div><br />We've been getting out a lot lately. This is from last weekend, after a run to the park. Last night we went to a local restaurant to sit on their deck during the tornado warning. Kaisa and my knitting buddies were loving it until the downpour began... No actual tornado though. Such sensationalism...<br /><div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"></a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8261094801649956540-7858956157479303650?l=www.prism.gatech.edu%2F%7Eahudson6%2Fblog.html'/></div>Amberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10556311809977755046noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8261094801649956540.post-24606725886471421012008-05-09T21:41:00.003-05:002008-05-09T22:02:35.057-05:00DebaucheryI'm not feeling my best tonight, and as such I am staying in and doing notsomuch. Instead of blogging about doing nothing, I will blog about a semi-recent fun event.<br /><br /><div><div><div></div><div>The Moustache Parade of 2008. </div><br /><div>I'm not sure who was the brilliant and awful person to come up with this event, but a vast majority of my male friends participated by growing moustaches... a week or two in advance. It was glorious, and horrendous. </div><br /><div></div><div>Us girls, well, being bald, we had to improvise. Enjoy.</div><div></div><br /><div></div><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.prism.gatech.edu/~ahudson6/uploaded_images/moustache_parade-024-783402.jpg" border="0" /><br /><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.prism.gatech.edu/~ahudson6/uploaded_images/moustache_parade-010-782523.jpg" border="0" /><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.prism.gatech.edu/~ahudson6/uploaded_images/moustache_parade-015-783864.jpg" border="0" /><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.prism.gatech.edu/~ahudson6/uploaded_images/moustache_parade-008-776989.jpg" border="0" /></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8261094801649956540-2460672588647142101?l=www.prism.gatech.edu%2F%7Eahudson6%2Fblog.html'/></div>Amberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10556311809977755046noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8261094801649956540.post-19050528647881350582008-05-08T18:49:00.006-05:002008-05-08T19:43:24.873-05:00Free time? What's that?Ah, the semester is over. I survived. I passed quals, my classes, and... the majority of... my students. I am a happy camper. So why haven't I been writing, you ask?<br /><br /><div><div>Well, I've been working, which is great. I'm pretty into my research as of late, which is a really nice change of pace. More on that later. <img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.prism.gatech.edu/~ahudson6/uploaded_images/DSC00603-770192.JPG" border="0" /></div><br /><div>The more likely culprit is <em>The House Search</em>. Nick and I are lookin' to shack up at the end of this month (yay!), so I've been looking at a looooot of houses. That shit is time consuming! But also amusing. We looked at one place last week that was something out of a horror movie. It was a couple thousand sq ft, had 20 ft ceilings and was probably a hundred years old, easy. It was a homestead house, apparently, and as such did not have a living area, only a 7-ft wide hallway from which all the equally-humongous rooms branched. Best part? The second floor "wasn't renovated" so the owners used it as storage. Tenants weren't allowed up there. Creepy much? </div><br /><div>Yeah. Right now we're zooming in on a loft complex with a pool and a doggie "run" (like a small but loooong fenced dog park), but we're keeping the options open. We've got time. </div><br /><div>The pictures are from recent hikes. The one of Nick is from a week or so ago on his birthday - all he wanted to do was go camping but the weather didn't oblige. It rained all Saturday. Luckily on Sunday we did sneak in a hike at our favorite (closest) spot, and it was a lovely day. </div><div> </div><div> </div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div><a href="http://www.prism.gatech.edu/~ahudson6/uploaded_images/DSC00589-770140.JPG"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 271px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 331px" height="322" alt="" src="http://www.prism.gatech.edu/~ahudson6/uploaded_images/DSC00589-770130.JPG" width="266" border="0" /></a></div><div>The rather unfortunate picture of me is from a few weeks back, when we decided it would be a good idea to try a 15 mile day hike. That's me taking a necessary break after mile 12 or so. By mile 14 I was limping and suffering from a horrendous sunburn. (What? Sunlight comes through the leaf cover when there aren't any leaves?) I was pretty proud of myself by the end, but I won't be trying a hike like that again after several months of vampirish behavior such as studying/sitting on my ass/living in the dungeon at school. Ahem. </div><div> </div><div> </div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div>Other fun things about life right now: <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Vegan-Cupcakes-Take-Over-World/dp/1569242739/ref=pd_bbs_sr_1?ie=UTF8&amp;s=books&amp;qid=1210292961&amp;sr=8-1">Vegan cupcakes take over the world</a>, knitting my first pair of socks, and a Lord of the Rings marathon potluck this coming Wednesday (gotta take a day off every once in awhile, right?).<br /><br />PS- I heart you <a href="http://www.craigslist.org/about/best/sdo/566171148.html">craigslist</a>. </div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8261094801649956540-1905052864788135058?l=www.prism.gatech.edu%2F%7Eahudson6%2Fblog.html'/></div>Amberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10556311809977755046noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8261094801649956540.post-19249123702209258182008-04-25T12:40:00.003-05:002008-04-25T14:13:50.132-05:00I have a dream...... that, someday, I might have time for blogging. This semester is so close to being over I can taste it. I am so close! And yet so very far away.<br /><br /><br /><br />So some big news lately. I passed my qualifying exam finally (took me two solid attempts) and good thing, too, because shortly thereafter I got word that I had been awarded an NSF Graduate Research Fellowship! WooHoo! That's three years of life paid for (including a bit of a pay raise) and a significant ego boost because those things are competitive. In fact, my application was <strong>ranked 3rd nationwide</strong>. Yikers.<br /><br /><br /><br />So when this semester is over I can take some time to really celebrate. Before then, my students and my classes have me by the throat.<br /><br /><br /><br />Here is something cute:<br /><br /><br /><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.prism.gatech.edu/~ahudson6/uploaded_images/pumpkin-720824.jpg" border="0" /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8261094801649956540-1924912370220925818?l=www.prism.gatech.edu%2F%7Eahudson6%2Fblog.html'/></div>Amberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10556311809977755046noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8261094801649956540.post-64388414901756137572008-04-24T09:29:00.004-05:002008-04-24T14:30:49.433-05:00Committed.I am going to make a new-semester resolution to post in this blog regularly. In particular, to take more photos. Maybe posting a photo a day is a little ambitious, but if I got in the habit it would make me very happy. Let's try one a week for now.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><p><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.prism.gatech.edu/~ahudson6/uploaded_images/DSC00262-773233.JPG" border="0" /></p><p> </p><p>It's beautiful here. </p><p>More to come...<br /><br /></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8261094801649956540-6438841490175613757?l=www.prism.gatech.edu%2F%7Eahudson6%2Fblog.html'/></div>Amberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10556311809977755046noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8261094801649956540.post-28013019577327620812007-12-07T09:57:00.001-05:002007-12-07T09:57:28.890-05:00DNA scarf!<div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"> <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/21267155@N06/2084168966/" title="photo sharing"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2156/2084168966_454821a02d_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /></a> <br /> <span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"> <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/21267155@N06/2084168966/">DSC00544</a> <br /> Originally uploaded by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/21267155@N06/">aerchelise</a> </span></div>It's laying on the fleece that I bought to line the back, which is almost a perfect match color-wise. It's still curling pretty badly - but it's wool and I've heard blocking will help that. I expect the lining will help it hold it's shape too. I will post better pictures someday soon, maybe when Nick gives me back my camera.<br clear="all" /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8261094801649956540-2801301957732762081?l=www.prism.gatech.edu%2F%7Eahudson6%2Fblog.html'/></div>Amberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10556311809977755046noreply@blogger.com0