I made chicken Provencal last night, based on this recipe from the New Yorker. I say based on, because like all recipes that you make over and over it’s had adjustments and alterations and general tinkering, based on convenience and preferences. The alterations are:Continue reading “Drunken chicken provencal, cocktail thinking tangents”
I discovered The Markup earlier today. They’re a thoughtful, ethical journalism non-profit, reporting on “how powerful institutions are using technology to change our society.”
Not only does The Markup promise not to expose you to third-party trackers, it also tries to collect as little personal information as possible and commits to never monetising the data they do collect. Points from me.Continue reading “The Markup – a new media outlet focusing on Big Tech”
A gentleman called Davis Vilums has cycled every street in central London, and mapped the entire process. The result is a very cool time lapse, filling out all the streets and byways of London, as if by electricity. I dig it.
Even better is the ethos – it sounds like a fun way to explore your city and find every little nook and cranny. Not only did he get every single bit of central London in, but as he said, it made it feel like home. I’m convinced that this is one of the ways that you get to feel like you belong in a place – to be in it and get to know it, discover its idiosyncrasies and strange, out of the way places. Plus, I would definitely find it satisfying to tick off (colour in) all the roads and complete the map. I’d like to do something similar in Cardiff. I’d have to take the shoelace express, however, because I neither own une bicyclette nor do I have the aerobic fitness to ride one any distance.
Good lord, it’s the twenty-fourth of February, already. I hate it when people do that, ‘WOW! It’s [INSERT TODAY’S DATE] already!’ but I do it myself all the time – the passage of time might be linear but our experience of it is so relative that it sneaks up on me all the time. Days might pass slowly, but weeks seem to flood past. One day you’re starting university and someone sneezes and you’re close to a year away from your thirtieth birthday, wondering if you’re really not that bothered about all the things you ‘should’ have done by now. I always have taken my time with things. My mother’s name for me when I was a child was ‘Hurry up!’ and my middle names were ‘we’ll be late!’ What I’m saying is, thirty or forty or fifty, I’ll get there when I get there. ‘Whether it’s writing,’ he said, stroking an invisible, long, white beard, ‘or relationships, or self-actualization, it can take time, but it’s time worth taking.’Continue reading “Old man climbs a mountain with the New Weird”
This reddit post ‘What the coronavirus forcing me in lockdown’s taught me about cooking‘ has been doing the rounds, and it’s well worth a read. The post goes into some recipes that they’ve cooked with their limited ingredients, but it’s also a meditation on the creative benefits of constraints and over coming limitations when problem solving. It’s more than just a post about leftovers recipes, is what I’m getting at.
The poster and his fiance also have a youtube channel, where they post cooking videos. I had a look and their videos are excellent; clear, to the point and precise. I want to make their Char Siu Bao; they look delicious.