I Can Give You Meatball Soup, But Not My Facebook Account

I have been blogging for years by now. I started even before blogger even existed, and I used to blog like almost everyday. Not any more. It’s not because that I no longer have anything I want to blog any more, actually I babbled even when I had nothing to say at all. It’s just that things must evolve. Besides other activities are fighting the limited free time I have, people start to move on to more quick and easy way to express themselves, such as Facebook or Twitter, where one line or two will do the trick, instead of a few paragraphs, or even an essay. But one thing remains the same for my blog, I continue to blog for myself, not for an audience, except my film reviews. I want to be able to read this blog a few years later (although I have not done so) to bring back the memories. I don’t write an entry with any particular group of readers in mind, because I have no idea about who are reading. However, I become more and more conscious sometimes and tend to leave certain contents out because the blog is in the public domain. So, naturally, I keep some entries private. It’s the reality that the world has changed so dramatically on the internet over the years. I almost couldn’t believe my eyes today when I read this story in the newspaper (yes, I failed to stop reading news): "Need a job? Show them you can Twitter." What? I will never take a job if they ask to see my Facebook or twitter account. They can spy me all they want, but just don’t ask me directly on my job application. I don’t mix work and personal life when it comes to social networking. None of my co-workers on my Facebook or Twitter account, and I have no desire to add any of them either. Period. Heck! I didn’t even approve my dad’s request to add me on Facebook, and he is not even my co-worker. I think it’s absurd for a potential employer to ask an applicant’s Facebook or Twitter account. Perhaps that’s precisely why I am surprised about this story because my job doesn’t have that sort of requirements, even I wish I don’t have to go work every morning. Speaking of going to work, few days ago, when I pass Chinatown on my way to work, I saw a sign at a grocery store next to the bus stop. I giggled. Why? Because not only the store owner spent time drawing that cute sign, with two eyes watching out, but also they wrote something astonishing on the sign: "捉拿西芹压鸡肶菇, 即捉即正法!" (Translation: Once you are caught for putting celery on top of the mushroom, you will be executed immediately on the spot!) OMG! Executed! I don’t think anybody dares to put celery anywhere near those mushrooms! And I don’t know who gave the name to those mushrooms—"鸡肶菇"—in Chinese, they sound almost the same as "鸡屁股" meaning "chicken ass." I don’t think I want to risk my life by putting celeries on top of "chicken asses." The weather is definitely back to "normal" because it has been cold lately. I thought it’s time to cook some soup to chase away the fog. I mixed some ground pork, corn starch, ginger roots, green onion, one egg, water, salt, and cilantro to make meatballs. Then I chopped some thawed frozen (why do I still call it frozen then?) tofu, some needle mushrooms, and mix the meatball mixture together. Using a spoon to scoop the meat into boiling water, then add everything else, here is a bowl of delicious meatball soup. Of course, there are other dishes as well, I can’t eat soup for dinner, although I should, because my doctor just told me at my annual physical to eat less meat in order to reduce cholesterol intake. So, I cooked more vegetables tonight besides the meatball soup. Time for bed, going to see how many people will be naked tomorrow at the Up Your Alley Fair. It will be cold!