Hot for Teachers

My close friend Erik "Duisy" Duisenberg is involved with a pretty neat event which raises money for teachers who, in turn, use the donations to fund various learning experiences for their students.

Here's the description of DonorsChoose.org: "DonorsChoose is a simple way to provide students in need with resources that our public schools often lack. At this not-for-profit web site, teachers submit project proposals for materials or experiences their students need to learn. These ideas become classroom reality when concerned individuals, whom we call Citizen Philanthropists, choose projects to fund."

To raise awareness and, well, funds for DonorsChoose there's an event called Hot for Teachers which is going to be a great party at Club Mezzanine in San Francisco on the evening of October 3rd.

Check it all out and give (or drink) 'til it hurts. Support our teachers!

Shawn?

My friends, Brad, Emily and Gabby Tornabene spent last weekend with us at our house
in Belmont and we spent a hour or so playing and replaying one of the funniest
speaches ever in American cinematography.  Take a minute to read, and absorb,
the genius that is:  Dr. Evil.


"Very well, where should I begin?  My father was a relentlessly self-improving
boulangerie owner fromBelgium with low-grade narcolepsy and a penchant for
buggery.  My mother was a fifteen-year-old French prostitute named Chloe
with webbed feet.  My father would womanize, he would drink, he would make
outrageous claims, like he invented the question mark.

Sometimes he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy.  A
sort of general malaise that only the genius
possess and the insane lament.  My childhood was
typical. Summers in Rangoon, luge lessons.  In the
spring we'd make meat helmets.  If I was insolent, I
was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds.
Pretty standard, really.

At the age of twelve I received my first scribe.  At the age of fifteen, a
Zoroastrian named Vilma ritualistically shaved my testicles.  There really is
nothing like a shawn scrotum.  At the age of eighteen, I went off to evil
medical school..."

What is a "shawn scrotum?"

Pearl's Crab Cakes

During college, and for a while after college, I was a cook at the greatest restaurant ever: Pearl's Oyster Bar, on Ramona Street in Palo Alto, California.

While Pearl's is gone, the memories and recipes live on... Here's a special recipe for crab cakes - a Pearl's favorite.

This is for vast quantities (a la restaurants) so you'll have to shrink it down for personal use:
mayo: 10 cups
eggs: 12
whole grain mustard: 12oz
green onions: 4 bunches chopped
lemon juice: 1/4 cup
diced green chillies: 1/2 can
chilli powder: 1 Tbl spoon
jalepenos: 3 level Tbl spoons
red peppers: 1 level Tbl spoon
white pepper: 1 level Tbl spoon
5lb dungeness crab
bread crumbs

So good. Viva Pearl's!