Pour a Little Liquor

Cruising in from an expensive sushi dinner that was worth every penny. My friend had said, "It's the best sushi in New York." I waited for the disclaimer. Usually, when discussing sushi, people add something like "most affordable sushi, most authentic sushi, quality but worth it sushi." No, my friend just said "best."

I had almost forgotten when top end sushi tasted like. The dragon roll was ridiculous. And I don't even normally like eel.

Being in New York is often about the hunt for a "best" of everything. Finding the definitive best food item is first among these. Already I have been informed that I live quite close to the best red velvet cake. And I know I'm already blocks away from the best corn. What else could be around? I better start a best of me list. I'm disappointed that I haven't had one of these going already. It's like I've failed myself.

Relationships man, why do people get in them? People around me are having all sorts of relationship issues. If it ain't the same thing, it's that other thing. I've been lending my ear to a few tales of woe recently and here is what I've distilled my relationship advice down to:

• You'll do what you feel like, so just go for it. There is no more right or wrong. Just do it.
• There's a chance shit will all go bad, now or later, so just be ready.
• If you can't handle being alone, it's better to be in something at least, than to have nothing.
• If you're not enjoying it, plan an exit strategy.

This seems to be cynical in many ways, but really it's all about me believing in the power of love. See, I've decided to stop giving actual relationship advice awhile ago, because people won't listen anyway. Everyone will just follow their heart. They can't stop it, you can't stop it, nothing on Earth can stop it. The only thing is to just speed it up or slow it down some. Make the ride less turbulent.

Personally, I'm of the philosophy that you just go full bore until you know what's at the end.

We're celebrating five years of moblogging this summer. I started mine in July 2007, right after acquiring the original iPhone, and JMZ came heavy with his that September. Prior to the official moblog, I had a year and a half of Sidekick photos on their proprietary platform, but those are now mostly lost forever. Here is the first and last pic from the Sidekick. RIP.

As with all blog things, most people have fallen off but those that remain stand as near daily archives of the things that have happened. Nearly everyone who has started a moblog has expressed, at one point or another, how much they like having such a record -- even if they don't keep up with it. In the age of Instagram, Facebook Timeline, and other such things, it could be argued that moblogging is outdated. However, it's still hard to beat the organization and versatility of having archives and permalinks.

The question is, where does the moblog go now? Does it just remain a glorified food blog and a record of who I'm hanging out with and what we're doing? Or should it be something more? These are the kind of trivial questions that keep me up at night. That and procrastination.

For the first year or two, I stubbornly refused to stray from the one photo per line format, until I caved and went to the superior side by side alignment. With such an arrangement, everything looks good. And the magic of moblogs is that even if your life is mundane and terribly boring, having all these pictures organized neatly makes things seem like they were exciting. Heck, I moblogged almost seventy five times from work -- the last real job I held -- and even that looks super fun in retrospect. Oh wait, that job was super fun in retrospect, that's right!

If I had a child, I'd moblog him/her all day long. And since I don't have a child, here's Kevin's son's, which will document his journey from baby prodigy to NBA superstar. You can say you knew him when.