Saturday, January 24, 2004

Boxes, boxes, everywhere

by Suw on January 24, 2004

And not a jot of packing done today.

Looks like we move house next Friday, come hell or highwater. Most of my packing is actually repacking as although I never unpacked from when I moved back here in August last year, I have frequently riffled through my stuff to pull out that essential book/cd/thing, hence a lot of my boxes are half full.

I was going to do some packing this afternoon, but I didn't. Tomorrow, maybe.

Anyway, expect blog entries to be few and far between over the next fortnight. And possibly very dull*.

I have so far resisted the temptation to blog every detail of this house sale, and will attempt to do same with the whole moving thing. I shall be glad when it's over though.

*no change there then.

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Gotta get yerself connected…

by Suw on January 24, 2004

Tonight I'm feeling the most connected I've ever felt since having that firewire cable surgically removed, and it's all down to a little site called Orkut.

Orkut, which is apparently Finnish for 'orgasm', is another one of these social networking websites, but unlike Friendster it's new and small and full of very cool people from #joiito who are all now my friends. I may currently only have 12 14 of them, unlike Joi who has 49 51, but they're all quality friends including AKMA, whom I met for the first time online tonight, Maciej, Kevin and Joi himself.

The site's not been live long, but already there's a mass migration to it, from IRC at least. Phrases like 'it's like a Friendster that works' have been uttered, and I have to admit that so far I like it more than Friendster. I haven't really figured out all that it does, as the day's been mainly spent in a friend-adding frenzy, but I guess only time will tell if the novelty wears off or whether it becomes a genuinely useful networking tool.

One of the things that I do like about it is that it's limited to 'friends-of-friends' linkages so you don't end up with tens of thousands of people (or more) in your network, most of whome you just don't know and probably would never want to. Plus you need to be invited in by someone who's already part of it. So if you know me and you want in, email me and I'll sort you out.

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It appears that five people have located this blog whilst attempting to find out via Google what vinegar is made of.

I doubt very much that you found your answer here when you first visited, but for the record you might like to know that vinegar is mainly acetic acid. It's made, in case you were curious, by fermenting wine or cider or some other fermentable beyond the point where it's actually drinkable, if it ever was. (For some Americans: cider is fermented apples, not plain apple juice.) Balsamic vinegar is made from fermented balsams, small berry-like fruits grown in Greece in between the olive trees.

The best vinegar is Sarson's Malt, made from barley malt. I have a tendency to down it by the teaspoonful for no reason other than that I really like the taste. Oh, and sometimes it cures hiccups.

The best salad dressing is good virgin olive oil and balsamic vinegar in 50/50 proportions, shaken vigorously until it forms an emulsion – a recipe that serendipitously reflects the long history of the famous Greek balsam and olive groves.

Update: Wikipedia page on vinegar, for the terminally curious.

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