Let’s give the mobile solution a try.

I made it through NaBloPoMo. Whew. Thank you, Leah, for bringing this post-every-day thing to my attention at exactly the right time.

To my immense amusement, the PR flacks are as nervous as ever, almost nobody seems to have cared enough about the Alan Dershowitz speech at UCI to blog about it, and I’ve gotten a hefty number of hits from people searching for Ron Paul’s pet conspiracy theories.

Huzzah.

It has come to this. I’m posting about food.

Mr. Miyaki (any resemblance to okonomiyaki is mostly thematic)

Heat in a non-stick skillet over medium heat 1-1/2 tbsp of oil, 4 tsp of assorted warm spices, 1 minced clove of garlic, a dash of ground sea salt, and 3 sliced green onions.

Add 1/4 cup water (and, optionally, 1/2 to 1 cup frozen spinach), then let the liquid come to a simmer. (Optionally, then add a heap of chopped cabbage.)

Add 1+ cups chopped broccoli, 1+ cups chopped cauliflower, 1 chopped carrot, and 3-4 oz of precooked meat (canned salmon or shrimp) or firm tofu. Top with cooked whole wheat spaghetti (3 oz dry), and sprinkle generously with aji nori furikake and Worcestershire sauce.

Cook uncovered until the vegetables are steamed and the liquid is mostly evaporated.

It’s what’s for dinner. Or breakfast, without the cabbage.

In the sidebar I’m now linking to blogs based out of the University of California, Irvine, simply because I think a directory would be nice. No club web sites, no personal journals, no blogs attached to social network profiles, but any other blog from UCI I’ll link unless I decide otherwise. Even if I think it’s crazy.

Time for a change. Bark at the Hole wasn’t fun anymore. It’d started looking too much like the worst of the web – the venting, the gotcha, the lecturing, the navel-gazing, and the engagement with idiocy and barbarity – and not enough like me.

This is my personal site, not a forum. I’ll be moderating all comments, and I may decline or delete comments at will. I’m a big fan of accountability, so comments left anonymously or under disposable pseudonyms will probably never see daylight.

The recent talk of warnings and codes of conduct? Ugh.

“People who really want to have a good time won’t come to a slaughterhouse.”

“I want you to be nice… until it’s time to not be nice.”

“Well, uh, how are we supposed to know when that is?”

“You won’t. I’ll let you know.”