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A couple of years ago, there was a very charming and somewhat wistful film called “The Wild Parrots Of Telegraph Hill” that documented the flock of feral parrots that live in that section of San Francisco and Mark Bittner, the man who had devoted his energy, time, and effort to feeding and caring for the birds. I watched it when it aired on PBS in 2007 and recommend it if you have the chance to see it (some Googling leads me to believe that it is not viewable in its entirety on the web, but is readily available from movie rental services).

Similarly, there’s been some attention given to the flocks of feral parrots living in the New York boroughs of Brooklyn and Queens (though no movie, yet), and apparently there are flocks of escaped and feral parrots in Chicago and other American cities as well.

Now London joins the list of major cities with established populations of parrots. Unlike the American cities, though, the Brits are taking a tougher stance on the spread of the birds, since the number of birds seems to be exploding and parrots are popping up all over the English countryside. The British government made plans earlier this year to start culling the birds, which drew a lot of criticism from the very animal-friendly public. The birds are a protected species, but farmers are now allowed to trap and/or humanely destroy the birds and their eggs in areas where the birds threaten local fruit crops.

Here in Boston, there’s not much to speak of in terms of feral tropical birds, but we’ve already got our hands full with the Canada geese and the wild turkeys lurking everywhere.

P.S. The Monty Python reference in the title reminds me that I would be a bad blogger indeed not to mention that today, October 5, is the 40th anniversary of the premiere of “Monty Python’s Flying Circus”.

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Fly The Ocean In A Silver Plane, See The Jungle When It’s Wet With Rain

I don’t travel much. Some minor business travel now and again, a couple of international trips, and a few zig-zags between New England and the Midwest in my college/grad school years. It’s not that I don’t like to go places, it’s more a case of not being afforded the opportunity to do so on any consistent basis…not to mention not having the sense enough when I was a young person to take the time to do it then.

Part of the fun of living online, thus, is getting to learn about other parts of the world from people who live there and getting to enjoy travel somewhat vicariously through the travels of others. Lately, it seems like a lot of people I know online have been gallavanting here and there. Blog-buddy John Tolva is just back from an extended trip to Ghana as part of a project he is doing through his employer (a well-known International Business Machines company) to assist local craftspeople in selling their goods internationally online. I’ve been following his blog posts about the trip, as well as his Twitter feed. He offered up some great posts about what he saw and did in Ghana, along with great photos:

The Twitter posts were, of necessity, more terse but in their own way much more telling. He came down with a malaria-like sickness that he’s still taking meds for, and I gather his trip home was…eventful. But he also DJ’d in a disco, met wonderful people, and obviously learned to love a place that most Westerners do not have the faintest idea about.

Maya Waldman is a mutual friend of Andre Torrez who has spent most of the last three or four years travelling around Asia, including a year-long stint in the Marshall Islands as a teacher. She’s presently making an extended return visit to India, and I would not be the least bit surprised if she stayed there for a long time. It’s easy to understand her fascination and feeling for the place. Check out this amazing photograph of spices at a local market:

On a slightly different note, Brittney Gilbert, another MFOT, relocated from her birthplace of Nashville, Tennessee last year to the San Francisco area to take a job with the CBS television station there, KPIX, as their resident blogger. Even though Nashville is urban, Brittney has been going through that fish-out-of-water experience one inevitably has when moving to a huge metropolis. Especially one as unique as San Francisco (and even moreso, since she lives in Berkeley). She seems mostly happy in the Bay Area, but in this recent post on her personal blog, she talks about the sometimes astonishing differences. I can relate to her experience much more than I can either of the other two, having moved betwee small-town Maine and Chicago a couple of times in the 1980s, and still sometimes shaking my head when I walk through places like Harvard Square.

I doubt I will ever see Ghana or India in person. I have spent a little time in San Francisco, but not nearly enough to feel like I know the least bit about it. It’s just great to be able to benefit from the sharing of these three individuals’ experiences and have a small taste of the rest of the world.

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Pahk The Cah In Hahvud Yahd

Now THIS is a technology whose time is WAAAAAY overdue: the City of San Francisco is pilot testing a program to use an array of sensors embedded in the streets that can determine parking availability, then share that data over a meshed wireless network that can be accessed online so that you can get a reasonably accurate idea of where you can find a place to park. The picture above shows how the data can be plugged into Google Maps to display the parking availability on a block-by-block basis. The program uses different kinds of sensors to determine the density of parked cars (though they primarily rely on magnetic sensors), but the actual sensor arrays are small, and the combination of sensors means that they could also be used to relate other types of real-time data like pedestrian density, micro-climate data, and more.

I would pay almost anything to have this information available on my GPS. I cannot tell you how many hours of my time I have wasted trolling for parking, particularly in Harvard Square and its immediate surroundings. Not to mention the number of times I have just bitten the bullet and parked in a permit-only space knowing that there would be a ticket on my windshield when I got back, but having little other choice. The article also mentions that the developers are hoping that they’ll also be able to develop an algorithm that will predict parking availability for some point in the immediate future; say you want to know where you might find a space within a block of your destination sometime between 2:00 and 2:15. Wouldn’t THAT just be the cat’s ass?

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A Fitting Tribute

A few years ago, Steve Martin found himself in deep doo-doo with the residents of Terre Haute, Indiana, because he called their town “the armpit of America”. Eventually he apologized and got a tour of the fertilizer plant from the mayor, where there was even an outbuilding temporarily named in his honor.

Now, as the days dwindle down to the last remaining few for the long national nightmare of the Bush Administration, some people are already thinking about his legacy. This group of erstwhile San Franciscans has formed a committee to explore memorializing the Bush Era by renaming a sewage treatment plant in honor of The Deciderer.

The august membership of the committee includes such well-known civic leaders as former mayoral candidate and general agitator Chicken John, glam-drag queen Peaches Christ, and not one, but two members of the “order” of the Sisters of Perpetual Indulgence. Not only can I not think of a finer honor for Our Fearless Leader, I have to say that this committee is without a doubt the most prestigious collection of individuals that the legacy of George W. Bush deserves.

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Moo Goo Gai YUCK

Thy Tran is a food writer and Mutual Friend of Torrez who lives in San Francisco. On her blog, she has this post which informs anyone in the Bay Area who might be interested that the Chinese Cultural Center of San Francisco is hosting a symposium on “The Future of Chinese Cuisine”, wherein the panelists will consider why Chinese take-out food in the U.S. is so uniformly terrible compared to authentic restaurant cuisine in China and Taiwan. No less than Martin Yan himself will be on the panel.

In that blog post, Thy links to this NY Times piece by Tim and Nina Zagat from last summer, which also considers this question. The Zagats believe that the early Chinese immigrants found themselves having to adapt their traditional recipes not only to a different Western palate, but also to ingredients that were very different than what they were used to in China. These days, they say, the main issue is immigration policy which makes it difficult for top Chinese chefs to come to America.

I think that second point is probably more germane than the first. Chefs, after all, are generally pretty adept at making the most out of whatever they have to cook with. But many immigrants, not just Chinese but all nationalities and ethnicities, arrive with limited economic opportunities, and ethnic restaurants are a low-barrier point-of-entry into the American economy. Novelty often outweighs authenticity among the consuming public, so a new Chinese take-out where there was none before automatically draws customers. In my hometown in Maine, for example, there was only one Chinese restaurant in town when I was growing up, but now there are many. Standardization of supplies from large-scale food wholesalers means that even the lowliest take-out joint can buy the same frozen egg rolls, crab rangoons, sweet and sour sauce, and so on that everybody else has. And, as I keep pointing out, that commoditization process debases the value of whatever it touches. In other words, the cheaper the eggroll, the cheaper the eggroll, if you get me.

Large cities with thriving Chinese communities do eventually produce some restaurants where the cuisine is authentic. San Francisco, New York, Los Angeles all feature high-end Chinese cuisine. Here in the Boston area, there aren’t many high-profile Chinese restaurants that you could classify as “fine dining”; I don’t know if I consider Ming Tsai’s Blue Ginger a “Chinese” restaurant so much as a “celebrity” restaurant these days and you sure as hell can’t order Egg Foo Yung there. And the big places in Boston’s Chinatown aren’t especially “high-end” (as the Boston health inspector will attest). But there are some low-profile places with outstanding authentic food prepared by real chefs. We are lucky to live near one called Sichaun Gourmet. It’s also close enough to my office that my cow-orkers and I get lunch from there quite a lot. They have standard take-out style “luncheon specials” for the crowd who want sweet-and-sour pork or kung pao chicken, but the bulk of their menu is authentic Sichuan specialties. The food is insanely spicy and incredibly good.

As the Zagats mention, in the last 20 years or so, Americans have been exposed to and have become fans of other Asian cuisines — Thai, Vietnamese (remind me to tell you about my obsession with pho someday), Indian — and you can see these also going through the same commoditization process right now. Used to be you had to search for Pad Thai, but now there are a million Thai places, all selling the same dish and buying the same spring rolls and chicken satay from a wholesaler. But, then again, we prefer McDonalds to real food anyway, so I guess its our fault.

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