Who’d have thought that fish roe and cream could taste so good together?
Had to register a business name at the local DTI office. There was a queue so we decided to kill time at the cafe on the ground floor of the building.
Seisha Coffee is probably the oldest and most decent cafe in Antipolo. Sadly, the cappuccino didn’t look nor taste like it was made with espresso.
The moment I saw the flowers, I had to take photos. And I knew I was taking photos so I could post them on my blog. But which one? And what should be the context?
The most obvious choice was to post them in the home and garden blog. After all, there is a home gardening section there. Plus, there is a post on how to grow and propagate mint where it says pinch the flowers to encourage the plant to grow more leaves. Photos of the flowers of the mint would have been a great addendum, but… Why repeat what I’ve already said in a previous post? The web is already too full of shares, retweets, reblogs and aggregated content. [Read more...]
First, shopping. Vida Doria. Love her stuff. Timeless.
Traffic was so bad on the way home and I was so hungry I felt a bad headache coming.
We stopped and ate. A lot. At Yang Chow Teahouse. Clam and tofu soup, yang chow rice and sweet and sour pork. My tummy was happy.
We went home.
I’m no fan of Twitter. I don’t like Twitter for the same reason I couldn’t swallow the Tumblr culture — I don’t like regurgitated content. I’ve always seen Twitter and Tumblr as playgrounds for people with no original ideas, incapable of publishing original content and they’re only good at repeating what they have seen and read.
Repetition, the embryo of virality. I know. But the power of viral content is its downfall too. Viral is not equal to valid; popularity is not the same as substance. Most people who share links, for instance, don’t even bother checking the truthfulness of the content in the linked articles. Some of the most shared articles in 2013 were, in fact, hoaxes. But that didn’t prevent them from being passed around, with matching wide eyes, bated breath and sense of urgency, as though they really happened.
Laziness? Stupidity? Both? Doesn’t matter. The end result is the same. Pathetic.
And hashtags? I cringe at tweets with a gazillion hashtags appended to it.
The hashtag-happy people are all over Instagram too. Twenty hashtags for a selfie? Unbelievable. Hashtags were invented to organize web content, not turn the web into a slum.
Does that make me a snob? Maybe. But it could be worse. I could be a nasty snob.