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Blacklight Tattoo

Tattoo artist Richie, who lives and works in Colorado, has been offering UV blacklight reactive ink to his clients for most of his 4-year career. “Three and a half years ago, I was asked by a friend about the UV ink,” Richie says. “So I did a little research and got a sample of the ink and all the paperwork explaining how it was made and how safe it is. After trying a small sample on myself, I began to use the ink.” These are some of the results.

This tattoo, which resembles an X-Ray of the client’s arm and hand, is shown under both blacklight and natural light. The tattoo wil be completely invisible under natural light after the scarring heals, a process which usually takes 10-18 months.

~via Wired

How to Bake a Fish?

That’s what I’ll be googling tonight.

I got an email from a friend, yesterday, about the leftover fish. He said he still had enough leftovers to feed a third world country. On Saturday night, we really didn’t eat that much at the cookout. The guys cooking had said that the coals were too hot. By the time we started cooking any fish, most people were full on burgers and it was getting late. So, he ended up with 15 fillets, and I told him I’d take some fish off his hands.

I’ve now got 4 fillets: 1 small, 2 medium, and 1 “venti.” I’m gonna try baking all the fish, unless my roomate fires up the grill. The first subject will be the smaller one. If you have delicious recipes, post a comment or send me an email. Keep in mind that I dont have a ton of spices and sauces at my disposal. The friend gave me a fair warning that the majority of the fish were steelheads, and they are known to have traces of mercury in them. So, I shouldn’t eat all these fish in the next few days. He said maybe one per week.

On another note, I might make some changes to the blog in the next few days. So, there maybe some disruptions.

And another side note, where in the world is Claire Sandiego?

Here fishy, fishy, FISHEH!

My fraternity had an alumni fishing trip, yesterday. There were about 18 guys, and we took a chartered bus up to Winthrop Harbor in IL. We rented out 3 boats with 6 guys on each.

My boat had a crew/family of 3, which simplified things a lot. The husband drove us into the deep water and the wife chit-chatted with us. Once we were deep enough, they switched roles and the guy and his son set up all the fishing lines. The wife drove around and searched for fish on the GPS. They did all the hard labor while we sat around and drank. Once there was a tug on the lines, we ran to the pole and reeled ‘em in. It was almost too easy. The lake had cohos, kings, steelheads, lake trout, and browns.

My first catch was a bust. It got away. Three of the guys went before me and they were all successful, but I redeemed myself the second time around. I dont mean to brag, but I caught the biggest fish on the boat: 13lbs. It was a king fish and a fighter too. He just didn’t want to give up. It took me over 10 minutes to reel in and my arms were getting tired. Though, one guy spent over 15 min pulling in another fish. They said his line was out over 100 yards. I caught a second one. But after my first fish, it was no comparison.

Together, my boat caught 13 fish. They were all at least arms length and good weight. We caught one teeny fish and decided to “sushi it up.” The son filleted it for us and gave us small chunks of meaty goodness. The other two boats caught 8 and 0 fish. (Terrible…take a lap) The crew filleted all the fish we had caught. Then, we took them back to our fraternity and had a cook out.

The wife took the obligatory photo of us holding up all of our fish on a rack. She said she’d post or email the picture to us, so I’ll post that when I get it.


/wake up. Hello Chicago!

One of my Asian friends has these host parents who have…hmmm…a small fortune. They have their own limo, plane, and a million dollar condo, which he showed me the other day.

1 master bedroom, 2 smaller bedrooms, 4 bathrooms, 2 balconies, wide open kitchen and living room

I think the condo occupies half of the entire 37th floor. From the East side, you can see Michigan Avenue, and the Nike Town is in the right picture. Each bedroom has it’s own window view. And, of course, the people dont live here. They only use it when they’re in Chicago.

Cat’s Cradle

Finished Cat’s Cradle last night and loved it! I checked out this book simply because of the author’s previous work in Slaughterhouse-Five. I was a fan of his writing style and satire and had no idea what to expect in this. I would write a summary, but I believe that would ruin the story for anyone who were to later pick it up. Instead, I’ll take out some history and an excerpt.

Cat’s Cradle is a 1963 science fiction novel by Kurt Vonnegut, Jr. Published as ‘Ice Nine’ in some territories, it explores issues of science, technology and religion, satirizing many targets along the way. Having turned down his original thesis, in 1971 the University of Chicago awarded Vonnegut his Master’s degree in anthropology for Cat’s Cradle.

“I once knew an Episcopalian lady in Newport, Rhode Island, who asked me to design and build a doghouse for her Great Dane. The lady claimed to understand God and His Ways of Working perfectly. She could not understand why anyone should be puzzled about what had been or about what was going to be.

And yet, when I showed her a blueprint of the doghouse I proposed to build, she said to me, “I’m sorry, but I never could read one of those things.”

“Give it to your husband or your minister to pass on to God,” I said, “and, when God finds a minute, I’m sure he’ll explain this doghouse of mine in a way that even you can understand.”

She fired me. I shall never forget her. She believed that God liked people in sailboats much better than He liked people in motorboats. She could not bear to look at a worm. When she saw a worm, she screamed.

She was a fool, and so am I, and so is anyone who thinks he can see what God is Doing, [writes Bokonon].”

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