The Blork Blog

Back in the day, I was a Tri-X 400 addict. Tri-X 400 is a black-and-white (B&W) film from Kodak that was once (and to a small extent, still is) popular among photojournalists. It was well loved for being very forgiving in terms of exposure latitude, as well as being fast (base speed of 400, but […]

In lieu of U.S. election coverage, I present to you a few notes and photos regarding Saturday’s pizza night chez nous.
We always start with the classic and zen-like pizza Margherita, which, when done right, can be a truly joyful thing. I attempt to do it right by using a very simple sauce composed of only […]

I‘ve been in denial about the arrival of autumn. While it remains my favorite, although somewhat melancholy, time of year, the arrival of this year’s autumn is particularly hard to take after last year’s winter.
However, there is no doubt it has arrived, and it seems to have arrived in full this weekend. It was impossible […]

I‘ve been using Twitter off and on for about a year and a half. Twitter is fun, and occasionally useful, but like everything else it has a high percentage of idiot users who flock to anything that says “Web 2.0″ where they immediately behave like those spoiled kids at a party who are always screaming […]

Loyal readers know that, in general, I prefer cooking Italian to cooking French. They also know that I generally ignore requests from people or companies to shill their products and Web sites, unless, that is, they provide something I’d like to have, like free books. Even then, according to my policy (see “Blork’s endorsements & […]

Via @hughmcguire on Twitter comes an article from the London Review of Books that takes a piercing look at Sarah Palin. It puts her apparent popularity in a clear light by invoking Poujadism, and shows how the really big chunk of America that does not live in cities have long been drawn to Poujadistic candidates. […]

Every day brings a new story. Today’s story is a mystery that begins around lunch time when I pull my face away from my duties and gaze out the window. I see that a purplish-red drop has slithered and dried on the outside surface of the glass.
I’m on the fourth floor of a five storey […]