Tuesday, January 4, 2011

What Would Don Draper Do?

While I was riding BART to The City last week, I noticed an advertisement for Gilead Sciences, one of the more well-known biopharmaceutical companies in the U.S. The poster, an anti-HIV/AIDS campaign ad, featured our boy Big Time Timmy Jim throwing a pitch. It said:

"Until there's a cure, Tim Lincecum throws strikes."

I saw this and was horribly confused. So if there remains no cure for HIV, Lincecum will keep being awesome and light up K-Ville every time he's on the mound, but once this terrible disease is cured, Timmy will suck ass and the Giants will lose one of its heroes? Seriously, nobody wins here. (Except maybe Los Doyers.)

Sunday, January 2, 2011

John, Paul, George, and Ring-u

Happy New Year, everyone. No, I didn't make any resolutions. Can we move on now?

My mother turned another year older last week. Guess which Beatles song she won't be listening to this year.

There's a great little Japanese joint in San Mateo called Izakaya Mai, a place so authentically Japanese that English is still a bit of a novelty to all the servers. Imagine a Japanese beer hall that also serves sake and really great food - that's an izakaya. My mom and sister frequent this place, and I always try to tag along when the opportunity presents itself. (The food is fantastic, but that's not why I go. I go because of the toy train running along the ceiling all around the restaurant.)