Zach's Brain Thread

Ex-Asylum folk gathered at Boardner’s in Hollywood to give Asylum a proper send-off.  Asylum, you will be missed!  Photos here.

This is why fios rules.  35 Mb/s up/down.  I was abusing it today…uploading and downloading huge files simultaneously.  How did it hold up?  Well, look at the picture.  At the time of the screenshot, it was 4.5MB/s each way.  4.5 megabytes.  And if you look at the history graph, you can see that upload and download don’t compete against each other, thus maxing out at a combined 9MB/s total bandwith.  The noise in the upload (red) is likely due to the fact that I was uploading many smaller files.  Impressive nerd stuff right here, folks.

Dinner at Smith and Wollensky followed by cocktails at The Top of the Hub…Boston.  More pics in the full gallery.

The annual Christmas Eve gathering in Quincy.  Photos here.

Cute overload?? (the pug, obviously).  That’s a 3-hour old pug!!  More pics here.

Had a great time with my sister, her good friend and a bunch of friendly folks at Audubon in Boston for New Years 20x.  Thanks to Sang and his crew for the hospitality and shelter from the bitter cold!.  Click here for the gallery.

I often times go for a dip in the drink and do some body surfing after my run in the morning.  This morning I was treated to DOZENS of 4-5 foot Leopard sharks all around me.  I’ve seen a few from time to time out there and they’re quite harmless, but never in those numbers.  Quick research suggests that shrimp and other little critters that they like to nibble on are plentiful this time of year and they come out in numbers to chow on the grub.  It was a treat to share the surf with them!

clams win. you fail.

So I’ve been lucky enough to have recently been shipped to Boston for work on a Visa/NFL commercial.  The day before work my mom drove up from the Cape and we headed north to Rockport for the day  (Rockport apparently doubled for Sitka, Alaska in the movie The Proposal).   While there I ate fried clams.  Now, believe me, having grown up on Cape Cod I’ve had some mighty fine clams in my day, but these clams were off the hook.  Like, unfair.  These clams, from Ipswich, were ridiculously sweet and tender.

So when you rest your head on your pillow tonight, know this … my clams are better than you.

Knobbin' it up.

It’s that time of year again, to watch Mitch get older.

I’ll spare the details and let you check out the photos here.