The release today went fairly smoothly, and now there are groups and events on Jumpcut. Sweet!!

As a random note, I love the people I work with; they are all so easy going and fun. With the movie-centric theme of Jumpcut, many of the people have artsy backgrounds. It is such a creative environment and there is always something going on. It also helps that I think the product is pretty freaking slick.

Today was probably the last day I’ll ever see Patrick. Patrick has been a large motivation for me to attend my CS182 lectures. He sat in the 2nd row, and he always seem engaged in the lectures. With his cute messy hair and I-don’t-care-what-I-look-like attitude, I couldn’t help but fall for him. He also had an oral fixation (bits of paper). As weird as this is, I really liked the sweatshirt he wore with the permanent car grease stains on it. I felt like he was someone I could have fun with–take walks, go biking, lie in the sun, etc. I think the big draw, though, was that he was interested in the material. He asked intelligent questions and wasn’t rude or egocentric. Though, the deep, soft voice also helped. Anyway, near the end of class I finally had the courage to say hi. We’ve had a few brief conversations here and there. Unfortunately, he left the final 5 minutes before it was over; 5 minutes before we could have walked out together; 5 minutes before I could have asked him out; 5 minutes too early, and now too late. Oh well. It was meant to be. I wanted to take a photo of him and start a ‘crushes’ set on flickr, but I would have looked really strange taking a picture of him. I love having crushes and being consumed by the novelty of it all. It’s so much fun and rarely disappointing.

Last Saturday, Dennis and Adam and Katie and I went to the fabulous Moroccan place in the Mission. I can’t remember what it was called (I think it starts with ‘A’), but it was on Valencia between 16th and 17th near Bombay Ice Cream.

The place is very comfortable–low light, cushioned seats and benches. It has a nice loungy atmosphere. The center of the restaurant is dominated by a small stage, where musicians play what I can only assume is Moroccan music. All attention focuses on the belly dancers when they begin their performance. The music becomes pretty loud and you can’t help but watch the dancer as she sways seductively (be sure to have some small bills to tip her).

For starters, we ordered the appetizer sampler for 3. The pita came out warm and fresh. I absolutely loved the falaffel. It’s crisp, not-too-oily crust gave way to blended chickpeas and yummy spices. The walnut spread was also very good. It is a little more textured than hummus, and just the tinist bit sweet. I thought that the hummus had a little too much lemon, and not enough tahini. There was another spread which may have been baba ganoush, but it didn’t strike me as memorable in any way.

They then served our meat platter sampler (they all have prettier names than that), and apricot chicken. The lamb kebabs were pretty good, and so were the grilled shrimp. The shells are left on so they don’t dry out on the grill. I thought that the zucchini needed salt, but after having it with the meat, I realized they were meant to be eaten together. I didn’t particularly care for the apricot chicken. The jam/sauce was great (contained non-mushy chunks of apricot), but the chicken was dry. Everything is served over round-grained (saffron?) rice.

The Turkish coffee is amazing. (As in, you _must_ get it) It is thick, almost like melted chocolate, and already sweetened. Service is not a reason to come here. They are understaffed, but think of it as an opportunity for you to enjoy your food at a leisurely pace. It’s all about the ambiance and the food.

Update: It’s called Amira

I really really want to see Saving Face ever since Lin mentioned it to me a few months ago.

Last night Dennis and I went to Maverick’s for dinner. The place is tiny–seats maybe 30. The food is very ‘american’ (vegetarian unfriendly), but the service is excellent. Dennis is very fond of this place for that reason. (It is also within the allowed 4 block radius of our home).

I started with an apple and celery soup, which, in the classic french style, was pureed and had cream. Taking a slow, long, sniff I was reminded of Thanksgiving. The flavors were very subtle, with only a hint of apple, but well balanced. Dennis had clams with bacon and shallots sans bell pepper butter. He seemed to really enjoy it, but I found the bacon-clam combination a little odd. It probably has a lot to do with the fact that I have only lately begun to consume bivalves. When I was young, I absolutely hated them.

My second plate featured halibut with some sauteed greens. I found the greens to be a bit too tart and salty, which would have been a nice balance to the halibut, except that the greens had too much cream in them. The fish was not overcooked, though, and had a very nice texture. It was accompanied with sliced fingerling potatoes (the trendy new thing in cuisine it seems. Really, I don’t understand why anyone would pay $2+/lb for potatoes) and fresh peas. The peas were sooooo good. They were barely cooked, and so retained their natural sweetness and crunch. Dennis had lamb which he didn’t comment on. I can only assume he enjoyed his rare chunk of meat.

We didn’t have dessert this time, but I remember the last time we went together I enjoyed the apple crisp much more than either the strawberry-rhubarb cake or the chocolate bread pudding.

Last night Dennis and I went to Maverick’s for dinner. The place is tiny–seats maybe 30. The food is very ‘american’ (vegetarian unfriendly), but the service is excellent. Dennis is very fond of this place for that reason. (It is also within the allowed 4 block radius of our home).

I started with an apple and celery soup, which, in the classic french style, was pureed and had cream. Taking a slow, long, sniff I was reminded of Thanksgiving. The flavors were very subtle, with only a hint of apple, but well balanced. Dennis had clams with bacon and shallots sans bell pepper butter. He seemed to really enjoy it, but I found the bacon-clam combination a little odd. It probably has a lot to do with the fact that I have only lately begun to consume bivalves. When I was young, I absolutely hated them.

My second plate featured halibut with some sauteed greens. I found the greens to be a bit too tart and salty, which would have been a nice balance to the halibut, except that the greens had too much cream in them. The fish was not overcooked, though, and had a very nice texture. It was accompanied with sliced fingerling potatoes (the trendy new thing in cuisine it seems. Really, I don’t understand why anyone would pay $2+/lb for potatoes) and fresh peas. The peas were sooooo good. They were barely cooked, and so retained their natural sweetness and crunch. Dennis had lamb which he didn’t comment on. I can only assume he enjoyed his rare chunk of meat.

We didn’t have dessert this time, but I remember the last time we went together I enjoyed the apple crisp much more than either the strawberry-rhubarb cake or the chocolate bread pudding.

Last night I finally told my boyfriend what I do online every day. He was really upset, and I cried a lot. “Why? Why?” he moaned, wringing his hands. All I could do was tell him that I couldn’t help it. The devil had taken over. When I went to my friends for help, they told me that THEY DO IT TOO. Every day, multiple times.

It all started about a year ago, but I started to spiral down about 2 months ago. Those days, I was doing it only 2 or 3 times a week. It felt so good, but it wasn’t enough. Somehow I got sucked into it, and I can’t leave. Every time I’m in front of computer I am compelled to open a browser. My fingers move for me, while my eyes, unblinking, fix themselves on the screen. www.livejournal.com. The UI is horrible. I can never find the filters. And yet, I put up with it all.

Then it began to spill into my real life. Online, offline, online, offline. I can’t tell anymore. Now I have long conversations with fellow lj-ers about what is going on in the ucb lj. (Do you remember that time someone complained that ucb girls are ugly? Which time?) We call everyone by their login even though we know who they are. (No way! Eigenvalue got banned? Ragnus is such a troll. Wait, how do YOU know cookie-girl) So much drama. I’m totally addicted. There is no way out. There is nothing. Nothing but livejournal.

Dennis tried to comfort me by telling me that lots of people on tribe do i too. Maybe I should start checking my tribe more…

omg, this movie about mp3 players is hilarious

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