Virtual Thought

We all love the taste of bacon, and now there’s an easy way to baconify just about anything. Yes friends, Bacon Salt is upon us and it’s as delicious as it sounds. Bacon salt, which incidentally is zero calorie, vegetarian and kosher, is a magic new seasoning that adds the salty, porky taste of bacon to all your favorite foods.

I recently received samples of all three varieties – hickory, peppered, and original, and have been putting them through their paces the last few days. So far I’ve found it to be good stuff. I’ve tried it on hamburgers, spinach salad, soup, breakfast tacos, and grilled cheese sandwiches. The only thing it turns out not to be good in was coffee (not suprisingly). By far the most unexpected goodness I discovered was “bacon popcorn”.

Notably interesting is that the guys behind this great invention funded the company on prize money from Americas Home Videos. Only in America, I’m so proud…. (sniff).

Seriously, this is good stuff. I’m bringing some to the office, nothing makes left overs and cheap microwave dinners palatable like a little bacon. You can buy some for yourself on their web site.

from the frickin iphone! Okay, that’s it… ( =

I really do think too much about this stuff sometimes.

I haven’t written a “big blog” entry for a while not just because my tumblelog is merrily hopping along with several entries a day, but also because I’m ruminating on the nature of my blogging.

With my need for a “Hey, look at this,” soapbox filled by tumblr, where do I go from here? What does this blog become about? What sort of entry do I write now?

Once my vanity site opens up I have the possibility of having three blogs. How do I categorize my entries then? Is one my “professional” blog, one my “personal”, and my tumblelog remains the “miscellaneous” one? I don’t know.

Combined with my recent thinking about online identity I’m left with a need for clarification. So that’s what’s going on with me.

Just to get this prediction out there…

In the next Zune release, Microsoft will release either their own RSS format for podcasting or extensions to RSS to better control the “end-to-end” experience of the Zune.

Check out the pretty YouTube video by Assistant Professor Michael Wesch of KSU.=

So that’s what Web 2.0 means. ( = JK/NR!!!11

Here’s the KSU Digital Ethnography homepage.

So I’m posting this through Trillian using a new service called IMified. I’m not sure I’ll stick with it but, I gotta admit, this is a really cool way to interface with all my little info-sinkholes (the blog, Stikkit, Backpack, etc…).

Neato!

A while back, Boing Boing had a little write-up about a 92-year-old blogger named Donald Crowdis. Mr. Crowdis’ blog is thoughtful and funny, but, really, after reading that write-up and every post up to that date I immediately forgot about his blog. I meant to track it, but this was just before I started using an RSS reader so I had a tendency to “lose” interesting blogs.

Boing Boing wrote about Mr. Crowdis again today because of his post, It Bothers Me That I Have To Go.

Seriously, I read his post and almost cried at work. I had to go do other things for a while, walk around, stretch my legs.

...[M]y writing bothers me, because I have to be careful to be legible, even to myself. I am quite sure I have had a stroke (the final medical diagnosis is still pending)... I know I must go fairly soon. I just don’t like the idea.
I’ve floated on the remark “Been there, done that” for some time now, but the notion that the moment is approaching when I can no longer say this bothers me. The truth is, I don’t want to go.
There are many reasons. For too long I have behaved as if I could postpone going indefinitely, and thus have so many things that I must do first. I don’t want my successors to find out how much I could have done that isn’t done, not by a long shot. There are numerous notes and letters I must write. There are places I’ve wanted to travel, but never had the chance. Actually, each of you can, if you think yourself into my age, fill out the list. At least you can try to understand why I say that I hate to go.

For some reason, reading this post, looking at his smiling picture, thinking about him writing this post at 9:30 at night while his wife is in a nursing home, while he sits in front of his computer having recently suffered a stroke and unable to write… I felt crushed by this overwhelming sadness: imagining him, plaintive, explaining to his anonymous readers that the idea of his death scares him… it’s too much!

After work, I came home and was puttering around and, for whatever reason, decided to re-read his post. This time, though, I just out and out wept. I wish I could give this guy a hug. I really wish he didn’t have to die, or, at least, not be scared. It makes me want to run around screaming… I dunno.

BTW: Beware the comments on his post. There are some good ones, but mostly the chaffe splits fairly evenly into bland new agey-ness, Christian Godliness, fuck-it-all and listen-to-ME-being-scared-of-death… nothing that would comfort me were I in his position.