Author: Pop Culture

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Heat a 12-inch non-stick skillet or wok over m…

Heat a 12-inch non-stick skillet or wok over medium-high heat. Add diced bacon and sauté until crisp and golden. Remove from pan and leave about a tablespoon of rendered bacon fat in the pan … Add beaten eggs, swirling to evenly coat the bottom of the pan. When the edges start to ruffle, add the rice evenly on to the eggs. Gently but expeditiously stir them around, breaking the eggs into small pieces. Do not press down on the rice … use chopsticks to do the stirring … When the rice is warmed through, add bacon back in and stir through … Add a small pinch of salt to season. Season with a teaspoon of soy sauce to start, and take a quick taste … Turn off the heat, add scallions and stir through. Add a drizzle of toasted sesame oil, and stir gently to incorporate. Scoop into bowls and serve immediately.

CanguRo is a new robotic three-wheel personal …

CanguRo is a new robotic three-wheel personal mobility vehicle developed by Shunji Yamanaka and Takayuki Futura. The robot
has been created with the idea of fulfilling two jobs: autonomous
assistant and part self-driving mobility vehicle.

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Everybody is wrong about everything, just abou…

Everybody is wrong about everything, just about all the time.

Canadian pizza restaurant Boston Pizza teamed …

Canadian pizza restaurant Boston Pizza teamed up with an advertising agency John St. to design a thing we’ve all been unconsciously waiting for — a box that turns into a tray which lets you enjoy your favorite pizza in bed … On the top and bottom of the restaurant and john st.’s box, two additional layers of cardboard are placed — the user can fold them and fix in the appropriate holes to create the legs of the table. 

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“Be yourself. Unless ‘yourself’ is…

“Be yourself. Unless ‘yourself’ is an asshole.”
– David Sedaris

Two hours later, a smiling young woman knocked…

Two hours later, a smiling young woman knocked on the door, waited to be asked inside, took off her shoes, and gave me a form to sign. The form said that I agreed not to demand a sexual massage, and that if I was a man I would keep the hotel-room door ajar. Everything contributed to the dreamlike atmosphere: her soft voice and sure touch, the fact that I was lying on the bed, and the compactness of Tokyo hotel rooms, which meant that she periodically had to move things around to make enough room to stand. At some point, I realized that she was kneeling next to me on the bed. How strange that it was somehow O.K. for us to be in bed like this together. “Your shoulders are so hard!” she said, somehow releasing the muscles with her fingers. I felt full of love and gratitude, and thought about how the fact that I was paying her, which could have felt uncomfortable, was instead a source of joy and relief, because it meant that I didn’t have to think about anything at all. I could just relax. It felt like unconditional love—the kind you don’t get, or ask for, from people in your life, because they have needs, too, and you always have to take turns. I didn’t have to give her a massage or listen to her problems, because I had given her money, with which she could do anything she wanted: pay bills, buy an aquamarine coat, or even hire someone to give her a massage or listen to her problems. This hour, during which she paid attention to me and I didn’t pay attention to her, wasn’t going to be entered in a ledger where she could accumulate resentment toward me over the years. I didn’t have to feel guilty: that was what I was paying for.