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Tomorrow at the Agganis Arena. It will also be webcast. Admission is FREE.

FIRST (For Inspiration and Recognition of Science and Technology) is a one-of-a-kind program for middle and high school students founded by inventor Dean Kamen.

Designed to encourage students to pursue science and engineering, FIRST, works with mentors within business, education and government to make science as cool as sports.

Here’s the schedule for tomorrow.

5.6.3 Saturday
1. Pit opens, usually about 8 a.m.
2. National Anthem presentation and morning announcements.
3. Continued seeding (qualifying) matches
4. Opening ceremony, about noon.
5. Elimination matches, usually about 1 p.m.
6. Awards ceremony
7. Teams pick up bronze medallions at the Pit Administration station and receive returned
Chairman’s Award submissions
8. Pit closes- Robots packed and shipped

Thank you Katie Johnston Chase for bringing to my attention the open mic that’s starting up at the Silhouette (courtesy of Sammy Miami). Please to expect updates.

Months after scoping the place and wondering why I never saw anyone through the window, I finally made it to Suvarnabhumi Kiri for dinner. The service was fast and exceedingly polite, the music and decorating ambiance were well above average but it was hard to get over the fact that the pace was completely empty. As though everyone else in town knows about the ongoing health code violations / cannibalism accusations roiling in the back kitchen.

The menu at Suvarnabhumi Kiri is a mix of Thai, Cambodian and sushi. What we ordered (masaman tofu curry and chicken cashew) was moderately flavored and spicy, though the root vegetables in the former weren’t particularly fresh or vibrant). Clearly though (per visual evidence to the left) the chef is erring the side of excess cooking oil for some reason. Halfway through the meal I had the gnawing feeling that I needed to wash my hands, my face or just take a whole shower to rid myself of the creeping oil coat emanating from my plate. That hard part is to refrain from comparing S.K. with the Les around the corner which is invariably excellent and fresh (and crowded). Regardless, my unsophisticated palate isn’t material, let’s check the internet experts (who are unfailingly infallible in their collective judgment).

Caai likes the place-

Make sure you try parhok (sic) katee ($12.95), a sweet and spicy, sloppy Joe-looking blend of ground pork, coconut milk and prahok, fermented fish paste. You use it as a dip with raw vegetables - green beans, peppers, cabbage, cucumbers and Thai eggplant.

And MC Slim JB concurs on the signature entree -

But the real showstopper is prahok katee ($12.95): ground pork, chilies, and prahok, the fermented fish paste whose stinky charms are often lost on non-Cambodians. The dish looks like a bowl of Coney Island hot-dog sauce served with crudités for dipping: carrots, cukes, sweet peppers, broccoli, celery, green beans, and Thai and Japanese eggplant slices. Here at last are the uniquely Khmer flavors I crave: pungent, coconut-milk-rich, and fiery, with just enough prahok to give it otherworldliness.

I’ll give some anonymous commenter on KI Media the last word on fermented fish paste.

If Cambodian people have refrigeration and there would be no prokhok!

An acceptable place for liquid brunch.

I started the day off with a blood mary because it is the only way to start drinking again while having a massive hangover. It wasn’t the best blood mary but it did the trick.

Unless that liquid is a Brubaker.

One word of warning. The 16 ounce bottles are refilled over and over again and you can rest assured that the bottle you are putting your lips on has tasted many, many lips for almost 20 years.

Though they do have some positive attributes.

Since Brubakers are twice the size of normal bottled beer, our visit to Our House West concluded with my drink count crossing the double digit marker.

Of course, if you’re not careful it’s entirely possible to end up shoeless there.

i think this picture is the percise reason that i miss boston and that i had to leave boston …. i hate photos that document nights you dont really remember.

Devra First writes in the Globe about our new warring Shabu Shabus.

The ingredients are almost always of high quality - beautiful scarlet rolls of paper-thin beef, ultra-fresh seafood - and the service is friendly and helpful. It has to be, as shabu shabu restaurants are filled with confused first-timers juggling ladles and chopsticks and trying to figure out just how long it really takes an eel ball to cook.

Also, check out this Shabu Shabu Toki photoset from Nodame.

The Avenue at 1249 Comm will be open Tuesday morning at 6am for the Red Sox opener in Japan. Unclear if it’s physically possible stomach beer at that hour after another twenty-four hours of basketball left this weekend (K-State at noon and KU at 1!).

I get back from walking my dog where she’s attempted to eat no less than five types of left-over garbages and find this waiting. From nightlypudding…

I ask you sirs, I stand before you and ask you today, who leaves a bag of sheep feet lying on the sidewalk? Who. The fuck. Does that. I mean, sheep feet are all fun and games until your dog gets a death grip on one and you find yourself locked in a battle of wills right there on Linden Street.

The Church at the Gate is meeting at Roppongi, & distributing compact fluorescents.

We will be giving away 1500 light bulbs very soon that will save the neighborhood $54,000 in energy costs and enough energy to power a medium sized home in Allston for more than 300 years. We will also be doing trash pickup around Allston Village and in Ringer Park throughout the year and we will be doing activities for the children during the summer.

Helen McWilliams of Vagiant (via Jim Sullivan) relays a somewhat amusing story about the political machinations resulting in them being dropped from the Rock City Music & Style Show due to the song above -

My band just got kicked off a benefit show for the Allston Village Main Streets due to our refusal to drop a song called (here) “F the Kells” from our setlist. The AVMS wasasking us not to play the song due to the influence of the owner of the Kells…. a band FROM Allston is getting kicked off a BENEFIT show FOR Allston because one of their songs is ABOUT Allston.

I know next to nothing about squash. Based on careful analysis of flickr photographs it’s possible that racquets are involved. Apparently they play in Lower Allston, and there’s big money involved. From The Direct -

The four-wall permanent glass court at Harvard’s Murr Center was intimately jammed, which was nice after attending some not-quite-sold-out finals in some other tournaments. James Willstrop v. David Palmer was a good, riveting match, though a bit too stroppy and churlish—but that was to be expected considering that $25,000 was on the line. (By the way, the $1,000 bill, which was last printed in 1945, did bear the beaming face of Buffalo’s great son Grover Cleveland.

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