What is the internet, anyway?

Looking up security cameras, and came across this wireless one. I dig the illustration of how the cameras communicate with the wireless router, but I really love it that the Internet is a puffy blue cloud. I thought it was a system of pipes or tubes or something?

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NJ/NYC Pizza Tour

Pizza is probably my favorite food, but that statement should not be misconstrued to imply that I'm some kind of gourmet snob. I will order Chanello's or Papa John's and I will love it. Pizza is just so versatile: it's like an edible plate. You can put pretty much any other food in the world on top of it, call it a "topping" rather than just some other random food, and the whole messy thing is still pizza.

When Aaron and I were going to hit up NJ and NYC to visit his relatives, I couldn't let the opportunity pass me by to catch some of what is supposedly the best pizza in the whole wide world. There are a LOT of opinions out there about who has the best pizza in the area (really, Google "best pizza in NJ" and see how many hits you get), so we went with a few of Aaron & family's favorite spots rather than try to get to every pizza joint that every foodie in Jersey declared the best. I was not disappointed. Blurry camera phone pix abound.

First stop was Pete & Elda's (which I kept calling Pete & Edna's) in Neptune.

I'm not a thin-crust fan, but Aaron swore this was the best, and I have to agree. It's almost cracker-crispy, and with a good crust-cheese-sauce ratio. They have a promotion where if you can eat an entire XX-Large pizza all by yourself, you get a free T-Shirt. Aaron has one such T-shirt. I elected not to try it. I did eat too much, though - eating too much became a real trend for me on this trip.

Contrary to what you might assume, thin-crust pizza will not make you thin.

Day 2, after a stroll on the Point Pleasant boardwalk, we hit Aaron's childhood fave: J&G. They opened the year he was born, and the original owner passed away last year. Now his son runs the place.

Fairly thin crust, though nowhere near as thin as Pete & Elda's (a.k.a. Edna's). Still, it was nice and crispy and yum. See, here's where I kinda wish I were a foodie, because I could describe to you the subtle nuances to the sauce and fresh mozzarella, like how much oregano or basil or whatever is in it. But I can't; all I can tell you is that it was good. God, I'm getting hungry writing this. We had plain slices wherever we went. Usually, I'd load down a pizza with some pepperoni, mushrooms, basil, artichokes, garlic, or whatever else struck me, but Aaron claims that to really taste-test pizza, you have to try their plain slice so it's an even comparison. Okay.

We made it into the city for a bit, and had a "snack" at a bakery called Bruno's. Bruno's made a cake for the Pope when he was in the city in '08. That's like making a cake for God. Judging by their creme brulee and pear caramel, they were up to the task.

On the night of day 2, we took a quick break from pizza to try out a place in Jersey City called Skinner's. It's actually Skinner's . . . something; I can't remember the second word. Loft, maybe? Whatever, it was delish. They had these sweet potato chips with a melted blue cheese dip that were so mind-bendingly good I'd drive back to Jersey City, through all the Turnpike tolls without an EZ Pass to have them again. Seriously, the Shangri-la of chips. Unfortunately, I have no picture of that because the lighting was too low in the place. But I did have to at least try to photograph dessert: mini-ice cream cones! They were so cute, that no picture could have done them justice, let alone this grainy, dark camera phone pic:

But I digress; we're here for pizza. Day 3 was in NYC, and we went to Lombardi's, which claims to be America's first pizzeria. I trust them. Their "plain" slice actually had tomato and basil, which added an extra special little kick. Ate too much again. Walked it off wandering around looking for a Path station.

If you'll permit me one more non-pizza entry, breakfast at some little Greek place in Astoria was incredible. Check this out:

It's a caramel and oreo cookie crepe. I swear. I gorged myself as though I'd been on a desert island and this was the first food I'd seen for months. I paid for it with a stomach ache from hell, but that's the price of caramel and oreos melted together, wrapped in a skinny pancake and topped off with whipped cream, powdered sugar and chocolate syrup, and it's worth it.

Back to the pizza. Sadly, we had to say goodbye to NY/NJ and make our way home, so pizza stop #4 was in Salisbury, MD at a place Aaron used to frequent when he was in college there: Cafe Milano. Interestingly, this Italian haven appears to be run by all Mexican people. Nothing wrong with that; I'm just saying.

Notice anything missing? Yeah, there's no plates. You get a high school cafeteria tray and a sheet of wax paper and you will LIKE IT. Actually, it was pretty good.

Thus ends the iron stomach marathon. There are more pix from the trip (some even feature subject matter other than food) on my facebook profile. Hopefully, you can see it if you click here. If not, uh, I don't know how else to link you to it. Frankly, Facebook confuses me.

Hope you enjoyed,

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Oh, forks

I'm finishing up some leftover fried seafood and pondering something. By and large, and there are exceptions to this rule, fried food is eaten with your hands, while the rest of the food groups are deemed utensil-worthy. Why? Think about it - you wouldn't just pick up a marinated, grilled chicken breast with your hands and chow down, right? (I'm assuming here.) But batter and deep-fry that thing and you can eat it with your hands out of a bucket. Not to mention you can get chicken in "finger" or "nugget" form.

Likewise, I'd like to think that you'd pick up a fork when dealing with a grilled fillet of salmon, but in fried stick form, fish is a perfectly acceptable finger food. Baked potato = fork; French fries or chips = dig in with dos manos. Does the deep-fried-ness somehow constitute a wrapper or carrying case of some kind?

You know what I'm surprised we don't see more of? Deep fried beef. Yes, there's chicken fried steak (which warrants a fork, but only, I presume, because there's gravy involved), but that's about it as far as I know. Where are the French fry-style beef strips? Beef nuggets? I guess "cow fingers" doesn't have quite the same ring to it as "chicken fingers," does it? Still, we're a nation that deep-fries Twinkies, for God's sake. How are we lagging so far behind in the fried beef category?

Unrelatedly, how much of a difference is there between "air-tight" and "water-tight"?
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I don't see no lettuce!

Man.

I really didn't think it was possible to make a taco salad less healthy than it inherently is, but our work cafeteria has found a way. Generally speaking, the work cafeteria taco salad is more like nachos on steroids - they don't use the little edible taco shell bowls; they use tortilla chips and pile on beef (or chicken, for the health nuts), lettuce, cheese, olives, peppers, onions, salsa, sometimes refried beans, and a huge dollop of sour cream. And I'm talking serious sour cream - they use an ice cream scoop to dish it out.

Today they ran out of tortilla chips, so instead they used (drumroll, please) Doritos. Seriously, there's an entire snack-size bag of Doritos in my "salad" right now. They mingle pretty nicely with the ice cream scoop-size mounds of sour cream and ground beef. I think I'll go have a heart attack now. Good thing I did some yoga this morning. Yeah, I'm sure 20 minutes of bending and stretching was more than enough to offset a Dorito-and-beef-based monstrosity of this magnitude.

Oh, and if you didn't get the title "I don't see no lettuce!" then feast your eyes and ears upon this:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zu3Ls4guf-s

Happy (belated) snow day

This little guy awaited me when I walked into work yesterday:



Someone took the time during the crap weather to make a little snow dude on top of a trash can beside the VeeP building. That's a little soda bottle cap for a hat he's got there and berries from a nearby tree for eyes. That warmed my heart a bit, even if the weather sucked and I was sick enough that I didn't even make it through the whole work day before I had to go home and crash on my futon. Still, the little snow dude made it all worthwhile. It's the little things.
Incidentally - on a cold, crap day, Trader Joes "Organic" Ruby Red Chai tea is magically delicious, even though it involves my new pet peeve word - "organic". Dunno why, but that word just gets on my nerves lately. Like it so effin matters that your teabag is organic.
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Ceiling critter(s) poison traps: round 2

I'm probably going to wind up regretting this.

The pest control guy was just here to address my ceiling critter(s) issue, which he has identified as rats and squirrels, so apparently there wasn't just one ceiling critter, there has been a full-on rodent house party going on in my attic all this time. He put poison up there again. I had poison in the attic once before, and (as those who have been reading along for a while know), the critter died in the attic, the pest control company wouldn't come get it, and my house smelled like dead critter for a week. I told the guy I was not anxious to have that happen again, and he said it was pretty much the only option: snap traps are dangerous, plus the critter still dies in the ceiling, and sticky traps don't work, so unless I want to put Tyler up in the attic and let him have at it, poison is really the only option.

He swears that my prior experience was an annomally, and usually the animals really do go outside to die. We shall see. I'm thinking the real answer might be to get one of these:



It's an Ashera - a blend of a house cat, some African wildcat, and some Asian wildcat, and it's the size of a dog. Don't get me wrong, Tyler has brought home his share of dead rats and squirrels, but I think the attic infestation might call for something a little bigger and meaner. Actually, with a little genetic engineering, this could maybe be Tyler's alter-ego. You wouldn't like him when he's angry . . .

Anyway, so now I wait. Wait to see if the poison does its job and I no longer hear scratching and scurrying at night, and wait to see if I come home one day to the smell of "damn, something in here is dead." Wish me luck.

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You can hit the snooze button, but you're just postponing the inevitable

How hard should it be to purchase an alarm clock?

Ponder that, because it's deeper than it sounds. Take into account all the things that take up time and space in your life: work, family, friends, whatever, and ask yourself how much of that time and space should be devoted to buying a piece of plastic that wakes you up.

I wanted an alarm clock that would wake me to my ipod. I went to Amazon and searched "ipod alarm clock". I got 161 results, which seems a bit excessive. But I didn't have to go through all 161 - I had a price range in mind, so I sorted by price and set about weeding through the options.

About three hours later, I had not decided on a clock, and panic was beginning to set in. I compared features, prices, design, size, and - here's where I really went off the rails - I read the customer reviews. And, if the reviews are to be believed, there are a lot of alarm clocks that are just utter pieces of crap.

I finally bought one - it's a total piece of crap. I'm returning it, and I never return anything. The alarm has one volume: wall-shaking deafening. Truly, I'm sure my neighbors sat bolt upright and said "what the hell was that?" Have you ever seen a cat get really startled? They go from perfectly still to about 4 feet off the ground in less than half a second. That was me at 6:45 a.m. In addition to this, the numbers on the display are bright enough to read by - how on earth can anyone sleep next to something that bright? I can't. I won't.

I ordered a different clock today, so we'll hope for the best on that one, but my point here is two-fold: (1) we are nothing but consumers, and most of what we consume is cheap, poorly made crap that just winds up annoying us, and (2) we are surrounded by such a sea of this crap that it's swallowing us. The consumers have become the consumed.

There shouldn't be 161 ipod clock radios - the crap with obvious, glaring design flaws shouldn't make it to market. The ones that do make it out there shouldn't be so damn expensive (I'm sorry, but it should not cost $100+ to wake up at a certain time each day). And the people who buy these things shouldn't be taking time out of their lives to write long, ranting product reviews and giving the product one or two stars on Amazon.

So now I've spent way too much of my life researching and comparing alarm clocks, buying one, figuring out how to use it, packing it back up to be returned, buying a different one, writing a scathing review of the first one, and writing a rambling blog about the entire experience. Someone save me from myself and the stuff-filled world I've allowed myself to be sucked into. Someone save us all.

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