Aug 19, 2011

Missing from the archives

Hey everybody,

As I was looking through the archives, I realized that some posts are not showing up--they're in my private "edit posts" section but not available when you browse by months.  Usually it's anything posted in the first week or so of each month.  Very annoying

I looked it up online, apparently this is a common problem.  Also, apparently it's an old problem that they've more or less given up on fixing?
http://www.google.com/support/forum/p/blogger/thread?tid=3153d3417ae9f9e4&hl=en
Whatever

Anyways, I'll try to get that fixed, but in case I can't here are the posts that aren't showing up:

April:
 May:
June:
July:
Anyways, yeah, that's kind of annoying.  Hopefully I'll be able to get that sorted out, but I thought I'd post up here as well

Should be putting up a final, summary post in a few days, as soon as I have a spare moment to sit down and write it ;)

Later,

Noah

Aug 16, 2011

Souvenirs

Hey guys,

So, as I went around doing my final shopping and packed up my suitcases, I developed a theory that you can tell anything you need to know about a person based on their choices of souvenirs, mementos, and general purchases while living or visiting abroad.  Makes sense, yeah?  So, I thought for what will probably my penultimate post on this blog, I'd test this theory out on myself

Here is the list of the things that I did not bring out but will be taking back to the States with me (excepting presents for other people, etc. etc.) . . . the list is surprisingly short, really.  I guess most of my purchased were food XD
Anyways, here we go:
  • One English-language Hungarian cookbook (with pictures!)
  • One padlock (lock remaining in Hungary, keys returning to Seattle)
  • One copy Anna Karenina (in English)
(items purchased at SCM, cuz, you know, they were cheap):
  • One nice, going-out shirt, black
  • Two ties (for $5 each!!)
  • Two collapsible batons
  • One butterfly knife
(and finally, my last-minute, I'm-not-leaving-Hungary-without-these purchases yesterday):
  • Two jars pickled peppers
  • Two bottles Villany-region red wine
  • One kilogram paprika (the spicy kind, of course)
So, what do you think?  Can you tell everything you need to know about me based on this list?

Hmm . . .

Yup.  Pretty much

Noah out


Addendum:  For a truly complete picture, I suppose you should have the other side of the coin--things brought with me, left behind:
  • One rice cooker, left for Tamas and his family
  • One frisbee (a Professional Tractor disc, to boot), left as per Bek and Alessandro's request, that they may continue playing without me
Ok, now we have everything you need to know about me ;)

Aug 15, 2011

New favorite cut of pork

Hey everyone,

Time for one last food post!  Specifically, a post about my new favorite cut of pork--the pork knuckle (also known as pig trotters, ham hock, etc.)--or, in Hungarian, csulok (with the "cs" pronounced like "ch", and probably some funny dots over the vowels but whatever) . . . it's actually more or less the ankle bone of the pig, where the feet attach to the leg
It's traditionally a "cheap" cut of meat, for obvious reasons--it's kind of hard to get at, and cooking it is a pain.  But really, isn't that the whole point of cookery?  Anybody can make a top-quality tenderloin taste good, but making something tough and boney taste good takes some doing.  However, when you do it right . . . oh boy.  I am endlessly indebted to the nation of Hungary (and, to a lesser extent, the Czech Republic) for opening my eyes to the deliciousness of this bad boy

The trick to csulok is that it has to be cooked a very long time.  The tough meat becomes tender, and the fat (which is, as with all animals, chiefly located between the meat and the skin) permeates the meat making it moist and delicious.  Even the skin get a wonderful flavor when you slow-cook it, although the texture is a bit more of an acquired taste
Anyways, slooooow cooking.  This means one of two things:  Roasting or stewing.

For roasting, the traditional method is to do it with a spit over an open fire.  Don't have any good pictures of this preparation, sadly, but we had a fantastic version of the end result in Prague:

Alternately, you see them oven-roasted as well.  This is a bit harder, and sometimes gets overcooked with the meat losing a bit of its juiciness which is a damn shame.  Regardless, I've had some very good versions of this, in all manner of presentations:  Removed from the bone and arranged in slices on a plate, stuffed with sausage and wrapped in bacon then served as a giant log (oh yes, more on that in a later post), or just plopped down on top of some potatoes in a giant clay planter.  Yes, you read that right:
Our food came in a clay planter.  It was delicious.


Finally, I did mention stewing above, and that's a special preparation all on its own.  A little less approachable, as the texture really maintains that kind of gluey-ness that I imagine would be offputting for some. But man . . . I had a csulokporkolt (pork knuckle paprika stew . . . I mean, what else would it be in Hungary) at one of my favorite little neighborhood places . . . absolutely to die for.  Wish I had a picture.  Or the recipe XD
The paprika really cuts the meatiness and the csulok itself gives the whole dish a wonderfully rich texture.  I know it's not as sexy (very much a peasant dish) but it's warm and homey and come next winter I'll definitely be trying my hand at it (oh hell, I'll probably be messing around with the recipe a week after I get home)

Later,

Noah out

Aug 12, 2011

Sziget Festival

Hey everyone,

So, on Wednesday I got to go to Sziget Music Festival, a show so large it makes Bumbershoot look tiny.  The weather was great (not too hot+sunny, without getting cold until way late at night) and the whole place was packed.  The first show was at 3 but we didn't end up making it there until 4:30, partially because I had to work a half day but mostly because Tamas and Maddy slept in (oh, did I mention that Tamas is visiting with his girlfriend?  Tamas is visiting with his girlfriend!  Hooray!).  Although we wandered around a lot, we spent most of our time at the Main Stage, which had a good (but pretty eclectic for a "main stage") lineup for the day:

Flogging Molly--They were, of course, awesome.  Irish rock in a giant crowd, coughing on the dust of hundreds of people dancing drunkedly and rowdily (we showed up late, most had already been drinking for a few hours).  They actually put together a very good set, mixing in some of their slower acoustic pieces with the uptempo Irish rock . . . though I would have been happy to show up at the very beginning of the festival, I gotta admit this was a pretty sweet show to kick off the day

Rise Against--I was happy I got to see this band at a festival . . . I certainly don't like them enough to buy a ticket just to their concert.  But I actually did enjoy Siren Song of the Counter Culture, which was a very respectable punk album ("Rumors", linked above; "Paper Wings"; "Dancing for Rain" . . . all pretty fun songs) . . . but I'm gonna be honest, I haven't really paid any attention to them since that, so I only recognized a handful of the songs they played.  But regardless, it's still rock and that makes for a pretty good show whether or not you know the words.  Oh, and just when I was giving up on them playing anything from Siren Song, they finished their set with a pretty awesome version of "Give it All" . . . and really, being one of hundreds of people jumping up and down in perfect unison to the breakdown (that immediately regressed back into a giant mosh pit once the chorus started again). . . pretty awesome, pretty awesome

Interpol--This was, for sure, the band that made me decide on Wednesday as the day to come to the festival; they're one of my old favorites.  However, I will say I was skeptical--I've always thought of them as "chill" music, wasn't sure how they'd work in a giant concert.  And indeed, there were some people that were determinedly trying to mosh to songs that really weren't the type . . . that was a little silly, not gonna lie.  That said, the giant speaker really gave some feeling to their baselines, which was totally awesome.  And they did manage to bring the rock pretty hardcore for the final song of the set . . . I certainly didn't leave disappointed

After that, we wandered around the whole festival for a while.  I wish we'd spent some more time at the World Music Stage, cuz Afrocubism, a worldwide-reaching supergroup, was definitely a ton of fun, but we wanted to see as much as possible of the festival.  Like I said, that place is huge.  In addition to the Main Stage and the World Music Stage, there was a giant techno/dance tent, a metal stage, and all manner of smaller venues for small Hungarian bands, variety shows, art installation and really just about everything

Anyways, totally worth the money, pretty much the best possible way to spend a Wednesday evening.  And yes, I had to be at work at 9am the next day . . . but it was worth it

Noah out

Aug 9, 2011

*Busy* weekend: Sunday

Hey guys,

[note: This is the second of two posts, the first being . . . you know . . . "Saturday", so you can scroll down and read that one first!]

Ok, so after that busy Saturday, strangely enough I couldn't sleep so I didn't get started quite as early on Sunday.  Still managed to pack a lot into my day, that's for sure.  Here we go:

  • Woke up at around 10am and worked out again.  Like I mentioned in my Saturday post, I was definitely feeling it from my lack of frisbee muscles (mostly deltoids and hip-flexors) . . . we threw for like 2 hours, which once upon a time wouldn't have been a problem but I was feeling a bit sore in muscles I'd forgotten that I had ;)
  • Met Alessandro to go back to the Sketchy Chinese Market (or "SCM".  Yes, it has a real name.  But I prefer this one).  He was actually a bit late, but it was a gorgeous day so I just wandered around Blaha ter for a bit, checking out shops and enjoying the sunshine til he showed up
[roughly 12noon]
  • Originally the plan had been for me to just go by myself to make sure that it's open on Sundays (thus giving me flexibility in planning for my last weekend, coming up soon) but Ale wanted to come along--fortunately the place is open on Sundays (my face would have been red if it weren't), and was packed!  Ale absolutely loved the place, for obvious reasons.  I actually ended up purchasing more than I'd planned--in addition to a nice button-up shirt (I may write up a separate post about that, Ale is still laughing about "the best haggling experience ever") I finally found a really nice butterfly knife to replace the one I left as a present for one of my frosh friends at Caltech.  But yeah, really nice--smooth joints, well-balanced, just the right tension on the catch . . . for only 1500ft!  (like $8 . . . the only place I know of to get good butterflies in Seattle charges like $25)  I probably could have gotten even lower, but honestly, I was so surprised when he first quoted me 1800 that I forgot my haggling skills XD
  • After shopping we went and had lunch at that pho place again.  It was a little warm but I still went for the pho . . . let's be perfectly honest, it's basically just a vessel for their fantastic hot sauce, and that's easiest to do with a noodle soup.  In addition, cuz it was hot they had mung bean drink again!  I don't know if you guys know what I'm talking about, basically a bunch of crushed ice with mung beans and lotus pods in syrup poured on top . . . have to drink it half with a straw and half with a spoon . . . anyways, pretty much the best thing ever on a hot summer day.  Heh Ale wasn't quite so adventurous, he stuck with mango juice ;)
[roughly 3pm]
  • After SCM, we went up to City Park (near Heroes Square, from my previous post) to play frisbee.  Like I said, Ale's really into it!  We didn't play for quite so long cuz he was a bit sore as well (and the sun was pretty hot today--I think we figured out the trick on Saturday by going in the early evening when the sun was a bit lower).  We also just wandered around the park, which was very pleasant.  Too bad it's not more centrally located or I imagine I'd be there more often
  • We went from the park back to Ale's flat in Kalvin ter.  It's a really nice place!  Not a huge space, obviously, but plenty large for one person (decent kitchen, bathroom/laundry room, living room, and big loft for a full bed and a desk).  Also he's right off of this really nice pedestrian area, with a decent grocery store and a couple of nice little restaurants/cafes/bars . . . while I do like the peace and quiet out in the hills I'm a little jealous
  • While at Ale's I borrowed his computer to check my email.  Cuz, you know.  I get twitchy if I haven't been online for more than 4 hours.  Also, we'd had plans to meet up with friends for dinner . . . turns out, instead of wanting to go out, Judit and Stefano just invited us over to their place!  You know me, I loves me a home-cooked meal, so that was an awesome prospect.  However, it did mean that I wanted to head home so I could shower, put on nicer clothes, and pick up a hostess gift
[roughly 6pm]
  • On the way home, I connected through Deak ter:  The route is Kalvin -> Deak (M2); Deak -> Moszkva ter (M3); Moszkva -> home (155).  However, I realized that instead of taking M3 from Deak to Moszkva, I could take the 16 bus . . . which goes over Castle Hill . . . which, though touristy, happens to contain my favorite retes (strudel) shop in town . . .
  • So yeah, took a detour to visit Retesvar on top of Castle Hill.  It's actually just around the corner from St. Matthias Church, the gorgeous fairy-tale-esque white church I've posted up here before; I wish I'd found it sooner.  Although Castle Hill is touristy and thus pricey, this place is down an alley and tricky to find, so I think they lower their prices to compensate.  Retes is only 250ft, and an espresso is 240 . . . so I can get a delicious pastry and an espresso for like $2.50.  Bargain, ne?  So yeah, picked up a makos-meggyes (poppyseed and sour cherry . . . just trust me, it's delicious) retes and an espresso and sat in a nice shady alley to munch on it.  The 16 bus runs every 5 minutes that time of day, so I hopped right back on and headed home
  • Stopped at home to shower and change (in fact, wore the shirt I'd just bought that day!).  As alluded to earlier, I needed a hostess gift since there wasn't a time to cook a dish of my own to bring.  Fortunately, if you recall, I had just purchased a highly recommended bottle of wine!  Problem solved.  This means that I won't have a bottle of wine to welcome Tamas into town . . . oh well, he'll manage
  • Made it out to Judit's apartment, although there was some general confusion as no one meeting at the station knew where she lived and there was all manner of complicated maneuvering involved . . . after hanging out for like a half an hour, Stef came out and got us . . . why he didn't do that earlier is still a mystery, but whatever XD
[roughly 9pm]
  • Dinnertime!  Judit is Hungarian and Stef is Portuguese, so we had a mix of the two for dinner.  Needless to say, awesome.  Judit made a fantastic pot of gulyas (goulash), and I got to learn how to make those noodles/dumplings I love so much (apparently it's just flour and egg with a touch of salt, and I played with the dough enough I think I can recreate that texture).  In addition, Stef prepared this really great Portuguese dish . . . basically a multi-layered sandwich filled with salami and chicken and melted cheese, over which he poured a spicy tomato-based sauce . . . I should really write him for that recipe, cuz it looked simple enough but was super tasty
  • After dinner (and wine and palinka and suchlike) we hung out talking, listening to music, taking pictures, etc. etc. . . . also, Judit has this fantastic 7th floor apartment with a balcony, and the night was cool without being cold with a nice breeze . . . anyways, long story short, I lost track of time and almost didn't make last bus home!  Caught it just in time though, rolled in at midnight and crashed
Hell of a day, hell of a weekend.  If all goes according to plan, next weekend should be just as busy.  Only 7 days left in this country, gotta make 'em count

Noah out

Aug 8, 2011

*Busy* weekend: Saturday

Hey guys,

Wow, been a busy weekend for sure.  I finally put my foot down and said that I just don't want to be out until 5am anymore . . . messes up my sleep schedule and generally means the entire next day is shot.  Now, when I get my day started at 10am, I can fit so much more in . . .

Learning from Riley's mistakes (over at livinglikeriley.blogspot.com, yes I'm giving you a shoutout because I figure the more readers you have the more likely you are to post!) I'm not going to wait until I have everything written up in detail because that will take days, weeks, months (i.e. I probably wouldn't be in Hungary any more) . . . but here, in bulleted list form, was my weekend:

Saturday:

[roughly 9am]
  • Woke up at 9ish, worked out (I like to work out in the mornings on weekends because it gives my schedule much more flexibility--especially when you consider that I can't work out on a full stomach, it's pretty tough fitting the workout in if I don't do it first thing in the morning) and then hit the road
  • Went to the market in Moszkva ter, which is still one of my favorite places in the city.  Didn't buy much, just a bit of produce for the week.  I'm hoping to make it back there to buy things to take home (i.e. like a kilo of paprika).  Also had a langos.  Cuz . . . duh
  • Went to check out this Italian cafe I've heard of near Margit bridge.  Actually, it had been listed as just North of the Buda side of the Margit bridge, but I couldn't find it . . . this turned out to be a blessing anyways because it was an excuse to wander around a very charming neighborhood for a half an hour or so.  Didn't find the cafe, though . . .
  • Walked across the Margit bridge, which is always a joy.  I will miss long, lazy walks across these bridges.  On the other side, I wanted to check out a place that supposedly sells delicious honey-nut cookies; I'd tried to find it last time I was in the neighborhood but couldn't.  Armed this time with the exact address I finally found it (tiny hole-in-the-wall place) . . . however, it's closed on weekends this time of year.  But never fear!  I'll actually be back in that same neighborhood during the day on Tuesday!  Problem solved
[roughly 12noon]
  • Walked back over the Margit bridge with the intent of looking for that cafe one more time.  Finally decided to check on the same street (I was positive of the street address) but on the South side of the bridge . . . and there it was, like a half a block away.  I'm glad I didn't give up, cuz this place was totally a find.  I ordered a beef carpaccio, despite my misgivings about the price (1800ft, or around $10) . . . turns out the price was fully justified because the plate was literally a foot in diameter!  Anyways, that was delicious, and including a glass of champagne for 800ft was a pretty impressive bargain considering how much I ate--how often do you get an opportunity to get full off of carpaccio?  May have to remember that place . . .
  • Finally made it out to check this Korean/Japanese market that I've wanted to visit for like a month.  They're way out in the Buda Hills, like a 20min bus ride, and they're not open on Sundays . . . but man, I wish I'd come earlier!  Really great selection, including some things that would be tough to find even in the states.  I eyed some mugi-cha (barley tea, delicious served chilled) but the only pack they had was really large, way more than I could drink in my remaining time.  I did, however, pick up a box of House brand tofu (which is, incidentally, the brand I most commonly buy even in Seattle!).  Not only that, but I got a bottle of aloe drink!  (the intention was to drink half on the road and save the other half for later . . . yeah, that didn't happen)  Reminded me of constantly going to steal glassfulls from my friends in downstairs Page.  Ahh, memories
  • Back to Moskva Ter, or actually all the way to Battyany ter because I didn't have to change busses to get there and it's a short walk.  In addition, en route from Batthyany ter to Moszkva ter is a highly recommended wine shop.  I stopped in (lucky thing I did, they also are closed on Sundays) to get some advice on wines to bring home--specifically, I think I want to grab a bottle or two of Villany reds.  Although Tokaji is the true flagship of Hungarian wines, I can get that in the States; the Villany reds I've to which I've become so partial are much less likely to be available.  I eyed a particularly good-looking Cab Sauv for later, but my only purchase was a bottle of Portuguesier that the shopkeeper recommended for only 1200ft (less than $7!  Man I love this country).  I'd hoped to save it for when Tamas and his girlfriend come in but . . .well, more on that later
[roughly 3pm]
  • Stopped in at the supermarket to pick up a few things.  In addition to some ground pork (so I can make mapodofu with the aforementioned tofu and the rest of my Szechuan bean paste so I don't have to bring it home) I picked up a bunch of supplies for around the house (detergent, garbage bags, etc.) that I've been meaning to pick up but haven't because I rarely come to the supermarket (I try to do most of my produce shopping at little markets--better prices and way more fun)
  • I was planning on heading home, but just as I was about to get on the bus I was spotted by my friend Lucilla and her visiting friend Cristina (they didn't even know I lived out this way) . . . they were planning on going out to the Buda Hills--there's this place where you can take a chairlift up the "mountain", then it's a short hike to a gorgeous observatory tower.  I did have a bag pretty full of groceries/wine/etc., but a coincidence like that can't be passed up so I joined them (I had a towel to wrap the meat and tofu in, so it stayed cold no problem).  The chairlift ride was a ton of fun and the view was absolutely spectacular.  It's only a couple hundred, maybe a thousand meters high, but it's the highest point in the entire region so the 360 degree view was pretty spectacular.  Definitely worth the mini-hike
  • Anyways, while we were up there, I got a call from my friends inviting me to come hang out with them on Margit Island.  It's August so it stays light out until late (in fact sunset wasn't until 8:10 that night--how do I know this?  Having a Muslim friend during Ramadan tends to bring these things to your attention).  After a quick trip home (fortunately it was on the way) to drop off my groceries and pick up my frisbee, I met them at Margit Island
[roughly 6pm]
  • Met with Bek and Alessandro on Margit Island.  As I said, I made sure to pick up my frisbee at home--Alessandro in particular has really taken a liking!  We spent a few hours tossing the disc around, in fact met up with two other players and the five of us threw for a while.  I'm a bit out of practice (haven't played competitively for more than a year now) but disciplined myself to make real pivots and good throws, especially on my backhand (and had the sore muscles the next morning to prove it).  Real psyched to get playing once I get back in the States!
  • Went to dinner with the guys at a great little place Father Frank showed me--a real hole-in-the-wall neighborhood Hungarian joint.  Actually though, I gotta say this was my least favorite visit there--Alessadro and I both made the mistake of ordering interesting/exciting dishes instead of sticking with the Hungarian classics, and they were only so-so.  Lesson learned.  Still, even when the food is only ok it's great to have dinner with your friends!  Most importantly, everyone got full for a very reasonable price--even Bek, who had been fasting all day.  Mission accomplished
  • Finally made it home at like 10:30-11.  For those of you doing the math, that meant that accepting that brief stop just to drop things off, I was gone for like 13 hours!  Man, that was a loooong day . . .
Anyways, holy crap, the original intention was to write up my Sunday (which was not quite as busy, but still pretty packed) but I just now realize I've already written up like five pages on Saturday alone!  Moral of the story--plan properly and be willing to spend long hours, and you can pack a lot into a day

I'll write up Sunday in a separate post sometime in the next few days.  Until then,

Noah out

Aug 1, 2011

The Math of catching a train

Hey guys,

Thought I'd drop a bit of math here, get it out of my head and safely pinned down on paper where it can't hurt anyone.  Don't worry, this won't take long (the bulk of this post is just exposition, the only math is like two lines), and it's not at all difficult math--but the conclusion is, at least I think, both in-obvious and kinda cool.

So, every morning I go to the bus stop, take the bus to the station, walk across the station and down the escalator, take the subway, and then walk up out of the station and over to the office.  I know the bus schedule by heart now, obviously, so I'm usually out there just a few minutes before the bus gets there, but the subway (and the time of the bus trip) are less predictable so I can't be guaranteed of timing my transfer properly
However, I always make a point of walking fairly quickly from the bus stop to the subway station, and I always walk down the escalator instead of riding it--there's nothing more frustrating than juuuuust missing a train and having to wait for the next one (even though during my morning commute there's another one coming along in like 3 minutes).  But, the question is, how much time am I actually saving?

Ok here's the math part, I promise it will be quick:

Assume that by hurrying from bus stop to train platform, I save x seconds.  Now, assume that the train comes every y seconds.  Finally, let's assume that x < y,  i.e. that the time I save by hurrying is less than the time between two trains, since that makes the math easier (I can also demonstrate the general case, but it will take longer and require the introduction of some new variables, so just trust me that it works)

Now, I only save time if a train comes in that x seconds--otherwise, I'll have hurried but there will be no train and I'll simply have to stand at the platform for x more seconds than I would have otherwise.  What is the probability that a train will come in that time?  Well it's just x/y--the time "window" in which I'm looking for a train divided by the amount of time between trains (this is, again, assuming x < y)

The conclusion follows quickly:  Most often, I save no time by hurrying.  However, x/y of the time, I save y seconds by catching a train I would have missed--thus an "expected" time savings of x/y * y = x

In other words, by hurrying and saving 30 seconds between bus and train platform, I can expect to shave exactly 30 seconds off of my total commute--I won't save 30 seconds every day (or, in fact, any day), but 1/6 of the time I will save three minutes, for an average savings of 30 seconds per day
In essence, it's no different from hurrying between the train station and the office!

Kinda cool, huh?

Regardless, I'm still going to hurry from the bus to the train but not from the train to the office.  And why is that?
Well I'm not just an Applied Math major, I'm also a Business major, so I can frame it like this--I gain almost no value from showing up to the office a few seconds early.  However, there is a very strong negative value associated with ambling down to the subway only to get to the platform and realize that I just barely missed a train--if only I'd hurried, I could have caught it.  God that is the most frustrated and annoyed 2 minutes and 35 seconds of my life
Thus, I have no incentive to rush from the station to the office, but strong incentive to rush from the bus to the station, just to avoid looking up at the wall and realizing I missed a train by 25 seconds XD . . . and so, I conclude this post by pointing out that, as cool as Math is, sometimes it alone is not sufficient ;)

Noah out