Tech Eye: Our troubles with Destiny
Indeed, Destiny (or Fate, if you prefer) has oft treated Techeye like the proverbial red-headed stepchild, despite our boundless affection for her.
The very word in English (and its Old French antecedent) has a deceptively sensual quality about it, the kind of licentious sound that might distract you from noticing an oncoming ice-cream truck (we speak from experience here). In other languages the word is similarly serpentine - the Greek moira and Tongan nunu'a, for example, though we're not entirely sold on the Finnish elämänkohtalo and we're convinced that the woefully truncated los in Polish has got it all wrong (for an alternative with true gravitas, we suggest adopting the powerful-sounding word prześcieradło to mean destiny instead).
Why is Techeye so preoccupied with destiny this week? It's probably got a lot to do with the near-death experience we had last week shortly after consuming our usual Sunday brunch - beer, cheese, yogurt, tabasco, stinky tofu, kimchi and beer. Truth be told, it was more of a near-regurgitative experience, but that's beside the point. Destiny's fingerprints were conspicuously present in the matter and we've taken the hint - no more 100-percent fermented meals for us. Additionally, our doctor assures us this decision will serendipitously put an end to our periodic attacks of botulism.
Of course Techeye isn't about to give up on all of the taste-gasmic fermented foods that we love, so this week we're drinking our unfathomable mistress' health with the aid of another Greek immortal, Dionysus, god of wine. Assisting us gadgetarily in this homage is Enomatic's state-of-the-art Enomove wine-tasting and serving system. This wheeled wine rack employs a nitrogen-gas preservation system and a computer-controlled pouring system to give you easy access to up to eight bottles of wine at a time. We're not sure how much the Enomove costs since we borrowed ours when nobody was looking, but you can probably find out at www.enomatic.it. Take care not to drink all eight bottles at once, though - you might be tempting Fate.
