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Dragon wrap party… in 3D!

Just got back from the wrap party for “How to Train Your Dragon” in Hollywood. At one point, a bunch of us animators were hanging out on the dance floor, and there was this line of people all taking photos of us at once. These two photos, by Jen Stern and Lilian Ku, must have been shot within a fraction of a second of each other. So I stitched them together into an animated gif. Check us out in 3D!

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Cheese ice cream with hot guava sauce

The Brazilian state of Minas Gerais is famous for its cheese, and infamous for its cheese-loving citizens. A popular snack here is queijo de Minas with a slice of guava jelly. So when I saw this item on the menu, I had to try it. The cheese in question has a very light, subtle, slightly tangy flavor, so the result was somewhat reminiscent of a cold slice of cheesecake. Verdict: surprisingly delicious!

Tropical fruits of Brazil

I’m in Brazil for a couple of weeks, Visiting family. My favorite thing about Brazil is the abundant fresh fruit, stuff you never hear about in the States. Shown here: figs, passionfruit juice, and atemóia, which is a hybrid between the cherimoya and the pinha. The flavor is sweet and wonderful and hard to describe, somewhere between a pear and a pineapple, and the texture is slightly chewy and fleshy like a lychee nut. I could eat these all day.

Maker Faire




jolly, candy-like!

Originally uploaded by otherthings.

Finally made it to Maker Faire! It really is one of the coolest events ever. It’s one of those things that makes me glad to live in San Francisco: so many creative freaks and geeks in one place! You got your electro-tinkerers, your robotic overlords, your bitchin’ stitchers, the works. We even got to see the Mentos and Diet Coke guys do their thing!

I took a few photos. So did everyone else. Enjoy!

Alien Attack




Alien Attack 4

Originally uploaded by otherthings.

On the road the other day I saw something black leap up at my car. When I got out of the car, I saw no sign of it at first. It wasn’t until later that I discovered it was clinging to the underside of the chassis. By the time I pried it loose, it had coated the exhaust system with a foul-smelling symbiotic alien goo.

I didn’t get any on me, and so far I haven’t yet found myself sporting an emo haircut or black outfit, or breaking out into spontaneous dance numbers. But watch out.