BB - Me want phonecam.
Ah, those last few thoughts before you drift off to sleep. What better way to capture them for posterity than by blogging them? Bedblogs are sort of a way to capture the last word of the day, the last few shreds of consciousness before it’s time to fall into the arms of Morpheus for another night. And tonight’s last thoughts are: I want a camera phone. Also, I’m never buying catfish again.
I’ve been reading a few other weblogs lately, mostly BoingBoing.net, and a few others, and I’ve noticed a sudden general obsession with moblogs and photoblogs. For the uninitiated, a moblog is short for ‘mobile blog’, that is, blogs that are kept updated from a wireless connection, such as a laptop, PDA, or celphone. TechGnosisWeb itself is a sort of moblog, in the sense that it’s mainly written on a PDA (my beloved Zaurus), but I’m lacking the wireless Net connection that would make it truly a moblog. And photoblogs are just what they sound like: a blog that’s mostly pictures. Well, camera phones are bringing those two concepts together. With the ability to snap a quick picture wherever you are and immediately upload it wirelessly to your blog, the mo-pho-blogs bring an intriguing sense of immediacy and reality to the blogosphere. I have to admit I’m absolutely fascinated by the concept. I’ll try to roll up a short list of some of the more interesting of these new blogs I can find soon, and put it up here.
Dinner tonight was a bit of a fiasco. Natalie had decided that we were going to eat the last of the catfish we’d gotten at Costco, and I immediately knew that things would be bad. That catfish was bland and had a nasty aftertaste the last time we made some, something that no amount of marinading or seasoning was able to fix, and this time was no exception. But at least we finished off the catfish. Remind me never to buy catfish again. Also, I’d left some dried Shiitake ’shrooms soaking overnight so they would reconstitute, and I’d been planning to slice them up and sautee them with a bit of butter and garlic, maybe find a place for some cheese somewhere too. But when I got home, there were some Shiitake recipes on the computer screen. If there’s one thing I’ve learned over the years, it’s to never trust a recipe. You buy the things you know you like at the market, then you get to the kitchen and you mix up those things into something you like even more, seasoning and preparing to taste. Recipes always seemed somewhat unnatural to me. But Natalie had found a couple that looked kinda promising, and that we even had most of the ingredients for anyway, so I went along with it. Long story short, the shrooms weren’t really edible until after I’d thrown the recipe out the window and added in some of the stuff I’d been planning to add in the first place before the whole recipe nonsense. There’s a lesson here, kids: recipes are for the weak.
Until next time, this is Uncle Katsu signing off.
