Sunday, June 28, 2009

Beauty and the Beach

Megan continues her interest as a budding photographer, so when I went to upload the shots from our recent foray to the beach onto the computer, I found around 70 shots from her particular vantage point. Here's a fairly representative sample:

Her little tagalong




Her art




The flowers she planted (that she now hates, because they're too dull)




The haul from her recent library run




Her parents "doing the dishes" (nudge, nudge, wink, wink)



After clearing through Megan's handiwork, I finally found the photos from our trip. Everybody here in D.C. travels to "the beach" on a regular basis to escape the heat. Mainly they go to Rehoboth Beach in Delaware, or The Outer Banks in North Carolina if they're really feeling adventurous. Being the enochlophobe that I am (ok not really, I just don't like people, I'm not afraid of them), we decided to go to the lesser frequented Lewes Beach.



There was hardly a soul there



Despite the crowds, and the fact that it looked just like a scene out of Jaws, we actually found a place to park both our car and our towels, and we had a good time.







Megan kept saying, "This is a FUN day!" Now she can't wait for Lake Powell in August.




And Henry proved just as safe (and immobile) as we had hoped.




He should be fine on the houseboat.




He's even practicing eating with his shirt off



So that's another check mark on Kim's list of "Things to Visit While We Live Back East." Once we hit up Maine in Autumn, look for us to start shopping for new jobs.

Just kidding, we're here for life.

Maybe.

Thursday, June 25, 2009

Photo Shoot

Trouble


Just before the digital camera revolution, Kim purchased a decent SLR film camera that she's pretty much never used. Ever since then she has been talking about getting a digital one to better document our little family and the things that we do. Somehow an expensive camera always falls just below some other item on our "To Get" list, so we remain reliant on the beneficence of our photographile friends.

Here's a few of the shots from our recent session in Georgetown (how I hate thee...) with Chris Lewis. To check out more of us, go see his blog:

Kim's sexy shoes really make this shot.


I like this one a lot, but I think I officially have to stop making the joke that "I still like look I'm fifteen." Check out those crow's feet.


For anyone familiar with how Megan normally behaves for our photo shoots, you won't be surprised that her good will here is a combination of Kim promising her a surprise, and Chris taking hundreds of shots.


Photographic evidence that Henry is ever-so-slowly building some muscles in his legs. At this rate, he ought to be mowing my lawn around the time I retire.

There are nine more shots of us posted on Chris' site -- go and see. And leave a comment for him, as he is trying to build his clientele and his site is his main form of advertisement.

Thanks, Chris!

Monday, June 15, 2009

Mike and Kim do Manhattan

After nearly two years of talking about it, Kim finally managed to get us to New York this weekend. Her mom "volunteered" to come out and watch Henry and Megan while I whisked Kim away for a romantic weekend in the Big Apple (way to steal my thunder, Obama).

Kim: And after two years of thinking about it, New York City is awesome. There is no place like it. Just walking in the city is an experience, and every borough has its own feel and unique personality. Mike said he liked the city because it is a working man's city.

My intention, as always with my vacations, was to avoid the big tourist traps and get to know the real place. We failed miserably at that, but still managed to have fun.

Here was our itinerary:

Friday morning we took the Bolt Bus from D.C., because there is really no reason for anyone, especially tourists, to try and drive around Manhattan.

Kim: And the bus ride is almost cheaper after the tolls, gas and parking and a lot more relaxing than driving. I would highly recommend the bus.

The ride is about 4.5 hours, and they dropped us off right by Penn Station. We took the subway up to our hotel on the Upper West Side, dropped off our bags and headed out to Central Park.


It was a gorgeous day -- not too hot or humid. We wandered around the park, grabbed a hot dog,


snapped some pictures of the Guggenheim,

They painted it white? What?

toured around the Met

Kim: this was our tour guide, who was very knowledgeable and serious about sticking to the schedule

Goya

The Frank Lloyd Wright room

ate an incredible Ruben sandwich at a nearby cafe,

Kim: I had a co-worker who grew up in the city, and she loved it because in the city you always go the same places and the store owners know you, and there is a real sense of community. At this cafe we got a taste of it, as the store owner was chatting it up with one of his regulars.


and headed back to the park to wait in line for a free ticket to Twelfth Night, the latest offering of Shakespeare in the Park. It took about 3 hours of waiting,

and some conversations with a few weirdos

but it was totally worth it since this got me out of the requirement of going to some awful musical on Broadway. You'll have to take my word for it, because we were strictly prohibited from taking any pictures. I tried to hide my camera under my program and snap a picture of Anne Hathaway as Viola, but it didn't turn out.

I swear, Anne was there

Having recently seen Ms. Hathaway in The Princess Diaries 2 (man, it is awesome being a dad), I must say that I enjoyed her live performance better.

On Saturday, with our 2006 Frommer's guidebook firmly in hand, we started the morning off with a bagel and grabbed our day passes for the subway.

This picture is incredible, right?

We took the Staten Island Ferry, which goes past the Statue of Liberty and Ellis Island,


wandered up Wall Street

We didn't spot any fat cats

and past the World Trade Center site,

They haven't done much with it

took the train into Brooklyn to grab some pizza at Grimaldi's,

Tasty tourist trap

and then walked back into Manhattan across the Brooklyn bridge.


We wandered around downtown some more, and ended up in Chinatown, where Kim decided that she needed a faux-fashion purse. The "secret" about Chinatown is that all the purse stores have back rooms where they keep the high end knock-offs, so after saying the magic words to the store owner (Coach? Gucci?), and some furtive Chinese exchanges via cell phone, Kim and I were taken through the hidden door where she haggled a good deal for her shiny red leather beauty. Feeling like a full tourist at this point, Kim decided she needed to round out the experience with a picture in front of the Statue of Liberty.

Lady Liberty was smaller than she looked from the ferry

We then headed up to the Empire State Building, which was one of the few expensive touristy things that I felt a need to do, since you really can't approximate the view in any other way. Sadly, the people at the Empire State Building did little to console me about my concession to the tourist industry. They charged us $40 to ride an elevator, and while we waited in line they attempted to sell us: maps, an audio guide, a virtual tour, a stop on the 102 floor, and a picture of us in front of a computer generated New York skyline. To top it all off, we were forced to walk through their gift store on the way out. As if all of this wasn't enough, they actually make you pay 50 cents to use their crummy binocular machines at the top, because the $20 ticket you just bought must have been for something other than the view.

Kim: It's true, why would I want to spend one more dime on my way up to the top? It was a rip off, but that view is incredible, nothing but building after building. The only thing they weren't selling was Sleepless in Seattle paraphernalia, now maybe I would have bought that. HA.

ARRggh. By this time my blood was actually bubbling in my veins, so luckily it began to rain right as we got off the elevator, which helped cool me down. Here is a picture of my happy face.

Hulk SMASH!

Memo to the Empire State Building: After charging us an arm and a leg, and selling all kinds of additional crap that should be included (no map? really?), feel free to provide complimentary umbrellas to visitors of your open air viewing station on the 86th floor, which we can leave by the elevator as we go back downstairs.



Oh, to be able to smile in the face of such adversity...



By this time I had had it with the big city, but Kim knew just how to cheer me up -- a stop at a giant, corporate toy store on 5th Avenue. I didn't take any pictures.

Kim: Hey, what about the special walk through the New York Library with the broken water fountains? I made you walk the extra mile just because I thought you would like it.


We rode the train back to the Upper West Side, and found a great Indian restaurant where I was able to recompose myself while regaling Kim with my new-found knowledge of Indian food, acquired during my Tanzania trip.

Kim: It really was romantic, "Let the food set in your mouth and taste all the different flavors." I was quite impressed with your culinary knowledge.

At this point it was getting late, but like the childless party animals we were, we decided to go to a late viewing of Up, since Kim hadn't seen it yet. They were only showing it in 3D, so I was able to confirm my previous opinion that the 3D was completely unnecessary -- worse, it actually made the film less enjoyable, as the glasses we uncomfortable, they dimmed the screen and made the action shots blurry.

We had overestimated our status as party people, and Kim ended up falling asleep through portions of the movie (which I think is borderline narcoleptic behavior, exhaustion notwithstanding.) If she hadn't been wearing those damn 3D glasses, I would have noticed her eyes were shut and I could have pinched her to keep her awake. Now she'll never know what happened to Charles Muntz (because I'm sure not going to tell her, after that $32 nap.)

Kim: 3D really did stink -- it was hard to focus on, you could never really get a good picture, and that is why I dosed a little. But while I was a awake it was a real New York experience, people laughing out loud and talking to each other throughout the movie.

In the morning we checked out of our hotel, and headed down to Greenwhich village, where we had an enjoyable open air breakfast at a cafe, and then went exploring for a few hours before taking the bus home.

Kim: It is as bohemian as the movies portray it.

All in all it was a great trip, and our first time going on a vacation alone in maybe 6 years. Thanks, Suzanne, for taking care of our kids and making it possible.

P.S. Kim's observations about New York:
  1. Gladiator sandals are in
  2. Sign of a real New Yorker: riding boots
  3. Everyone is a slobby hipster
  4. Mike felt the need to sing every song he'd ever heard about New York
  5. And I thought about every New York montage, movie and Seinfeld episode I have ever seen
  6. The buildings are actually tall enough and close enough together for Spiderman to realistically swing between them.*
*actually, that last one was my observation. Check it out.




Wednesday, June 10, 2009

Analytics

We started our family blog on September 6, 2006. Since then we have posted 145 times, averaging around 4.5 posts a month, which we feel pretty good about, since we often get nagged for not posting. We began using Google Analytics in February 2008 to get a better sense of what the following of our blog was. We were especially curious about how many people were viewing our blog due to the fact that our preferences are set so that East Coast Frost does not show up in Google's listings, meaning that all of the traffic we get comes from people who already know the address, or who find us through a link on another blog.

[Edit: For all you private people out there, Analytics does not provide any personally identifiable information. We have no idea who you are, we only get aggregate information about the number of visits to our site]

Since February 28, 2008, we have had 10,895 visits from 1,956 different computers in 420 cities in (at least) 22 countries. We’ve averaged 23.38 visits and 2.56 new visitors per day.



Countries listed in order of the number of visitors to our site:
  1. United States
  2. Russia
  3. Tanzania (me being homesick)
  4. Canada
  5. Germany
  6. unknown (multiple)
  7. United Kingdom
  8. Switzerland
  9. Austria
  10. Iran (really?)
  11. United Arab Emirates
  12. Sweden
  13. Argentina
  14. Chile
  15. Poland
  16. Spain
  17. Japan
  18. Dominican Republic
  19. Finland
  20. Serbia and Montenegro
  21. France
  22. New Zealand
We have a very loyal core following, with around 15% of our visits coming from people who have visited the site 100 times or more.


The average time spent per visit is is 2 minutes and 37 seconds, and visitors have spent more than 430 hours viewing our blog.
You'll notice by combining this chart and the first that our total viewership and time spent viewing our site has declined. We're not sure why -- we think East Coast Frost is still pretty awesome.

31% (3,388) of our visits come to our site directly, meaning they either have us bookmarked, or they have memorized our snazzy, alliterative address. The number one referring site to East Coast Frost is Life in Logan, which has sent us 16.5% (1,072) of our visits.

Thanks for stopping by our blog, and showing interest in our family. Do you use analytics for your blog? If so, leave us a comment and let us know how our stats measure up, even if you're normally a silent lurker on East Coast Frost.

Tuesday, June 09, 2009

Strawberry Fields Forever

Mike recently convinced me to read Animal, Vegetable, Miracle by Barbara Kingsolver, and I have since become enamored by the idea of producing my own food, working in our garden, buying locally grown vegetables, etc. So when I heard about strawberry picking at Homestead Farms, in Poolesville, MD, I was all over it.


Megan did a great job finding ripe red strawberries.


And Henry enjoyed the "fruits" of her labor (ha!)



Here's our bounty, plus a few pre-picked strawberries they had for sale (it was hot and tricky holding Henry and helping Megan, so we only claim one-and-a-half boxes that we actually picked ourselves).


After picking strawberries we looked at the animals on the farm. Henry loved the animals, and every one he saw he said "woof, woof." Never mind that, he's a genius.


Here we are trying to have a picnic and Popsicle after our hard work. The kids were interested/nervous about this much too friendly dog.


Barbra Kingsolver, I don't know. In the end this sure is a lot of work.

Sunday, June 07, 2009

Up -- A Film Review



Megan is 4 years old, and she has now been to 4 movies in the theater, three of which were made by Pixar, and, in my opinion, are some of the finest examples of cinema produced in my lifetime -- Ratatouille, Wall - E, and this weekend, Up.

I remember a winter day back in 1995 when I headed down to the theater with my parents to see a new kind of movie about toys. The hook was that it used computer animation rather than traditional hand-drawn images, but it turned out that the good people at Pixar used this new technology in the way it should be used -- as a way to advance the story, not as an end in and of itself. 14 years and 10 incredible films later, Pixar has consistently (with the possible exception of Cars) avoided the pitfalls of pop culture and hip references, potty humor and sexual innnuendo that all of the other CGI contenders rely on to keep the parents in their seats with the kids. By putting the story first, Pixar's uncompromising approach has produced films which appeal to people of all ages. They're not really animated stories, so much as stories told using animation, and this is their success.

Despite this track record, I have to admit to some trepidation when it came time to see Up this weekend. Kim and Henry went to wander around the mall, and Megan and I stepped on the toes of a half a row of people as we tiptoed in just as the previews were ending. In contrast to the 2 years of advertisements that seemed to precede the release of Finding Nemo (I swear they had previews for that show before I left on my mission, and it wasn't released in theaters until I came home), I had only seen a couple of trailers for Up, and they weren't that appealing. An old man with balloons tied to his house? How is that a plot? Every time I saw it, my mind wandered to that episode of the A-Team where Murdoch escapes from prison by flying away in a lawn chair strapped with balloons.

I shouldn't have worried. Especially with it's last few films, Pixar has been raising the bar with each successive release, creating new visual styles, delving into complex topics and creating works of art rather than mere blockbusters. Up is no exception.

Nevermind the criticism from some about the "silent" beginning to Wall-E last year, Up unflinchingly spends the first portion of the movie with a long montage depicting nearly the entire life of our protagonist, Carl, as he ages from a child to an old man. Despite the lack of dialogue, I'll eat my movie critic hat if I hear from my mother that she was bored during this section of the movie (as she claims to have been in Wall-E). In fact, I guarantee that she cries at least once while watching Carl and his childhood sweetheart Ellie get married, experience the vicissitudes of life and grow old together, as this is easily the most stirring rumination on love that I can recall ever seeing in the theater. Through the convention of the montage, the audience itself falls in love with Carl's wife, even though we actually spend very little time with Ellie and hear only snippets of conversations. This allows us to understand Carl and his motivation throughout the rest of the film, without merely viewing him as an ol' coot.

And speaking of being an ol' coot, Carl actually bloodies someone and gets realistically injured several times in beginning of the movie. To my recollection, this is the first time Pixar has animated blood from a person (although Dory technically gets a bloody nose in Finding Nemo, setting off the sharks), and it hit me with exactly the thought they intended -- the consequences of this adventure are real. This means that later in the film when peril portends, it carries more of a punch because this isn't just Tom and Jerry stuff. People can, and do, die.

I won't reveal much of the plot, because discovering it as it unfolded was one of the main joys from the film. I had no idea what they would do with what seemed like a one-trick premise, and that continued to be true (in a good way) for more than half of the running time. It wasn't until finally the villain was revealed that Up settled into anything like a conventional kind of story, and even then it was consistently fresh, even as it paid homage to a dozen other movies, a practice which I also enjoyed immensely from Wall-E.

One of the highlights from the film, and forgive me if this is a spoiler of sorts, comes from the talking dogs, who get some of the best lines of dialogue. Pixar uncannily captures the canine perspective, and despite the ludicrousness of the conceit, the reality of the portrayal allowed me to accept the idea that this is what dogs would actually say, if given the chance. And we're not particularly abused with farcical humor stemming from this story point, even if I kept expecting it (what else have Disney and Dreamworks drilled into me, except that talking animals are miniature obnoxious people?) Pixar instead chose to use the dogs to further develop one of the main themes of the movie -- uncompromising love. This is accomplished so deftly that when Doug whimpers out his unforgettable profession of adoration on Carl's porch, I had an actual chin-crinkling, tear spurting moment, from dialogue delivered by a dog.

The visuals are arresting, the music spot on, the characters fully fleshed out and interesting, and the story is original. Since Pixar continues to rake in the money with this approach, my hope is that more and more film makers will follow suit, discarding the garbage that passes for mainstream entertainment and aspiring to more.

Needless to say, I enjoyed Up. Go see it. Go take your kids to it, but also take your spouse, your friends or your dates, because honestly, everyone will enjoy this film.

P.S. A side note on the 3D nature of the film: Making movies in 3D is Hollywood's attempt to foil pirating, by creating a version of the film that cannot simply be captured with a handicam, shared online and enjoyed on your TV or computer. I choose not to support their efforts, because this approach has a few less than desirable consquences:

1 - Planning for a movie to be shown in 3D inevitably leads to crafting shots that were intended to "jump out" at the audience. In such a time-bound medium, where most stories and characters are already woefully underdeveloped, I have no wish to add the additional requirement that directors incorporate "surprise" shots into every other scene. In my opinion, this will lead to even more shallow, ridiculous movies, designed only to entertain for the moment, but teach no lessons and leave no impressions.

2 - Because of the aforementioned shots, the film will be designed to be seen in 3D, not 2D. This means that the version that the filmmaker intended will not be the version you rent or purchase on DVD (remember - it's designed not to be viewed on your TV or computer.) The 3D experience and all of the effort that go into it will have a life of a single viewing at the theater, and you will never be able to revisit that version of the film again.

3 - Even though 3D adds very little to the actual movie going experience, and it is really meant to save revenue for Hollywood by preventing pirating, the cost for it is being passed on to you, the movie goer. For Megan and I to watch Up in 3D, it would have cost an additional $6, taking the total to $25 for a child and an adult to view a film for one hour and 36 minutes. Hollywood, can you figure out why people are pirating movies? Especially when the majority of movies that people see in theaters are a disappointment?

So if you feel like joining me in my anti-3D crusade, don't pay the extra money to see Up in 3D. It was fantastically entertaining without it, and there was never a moment when I felt like the film was missing something. Like a pie in the face. Or an asteroid.


P.P.S. Since I know many of you are only here to see my kids, here you go -- two minutes of never before seen Henry-footage. I love how he doesn't seem to like this game, but he'll play it with me anyway: