Here's something that doesn't come too often from me.
I've been working on the staff publication for the longest time, and I must say that each issue gets better and better, and I end up like a proud parent watching their kid ride a bike.
Here's a look:
I can't hear, but seeing's sure as hell good enough for me
I'm not your typical guy, not cool and fun enough for most girls, nor brilliant and successful in the career, nor outspoken and charismatic.
I like sitting around at home, making my way to the kitchen, dancing, taking long bus rides, video games, reading what only I can define as "good" articles, I don't mind working on weekends (and in retrospect NOT working during office hours), and I sure as hell can be a loser when it comes to picking up a conversation to save my life, but I've also been known to not being able to shut up if someone gets me started. I'm grumpy and moody easily, but I've also had impressive displays of moral tolerance (but never for laziness).
So many things, yet one word sums it up - me.
And I digress. This was supposed to be about how I enjoy taking the bus in the downpour, but I guess it's what I do I guess.
I like sitting around at home, making my way to the kitchen, dancing, taking long bus rides, video games, reading what only I can define as "good" articles, I don't mind working on weekends (and in retrospect NOT working during office hours), and I sure as hell can be a loser when it comes to picking up a conversation to save my life, but I've also been known to not being able to shut up if someone gets me started. I'm grumpy and moody easily, but I've also had impressive displays of moral tolerance (but never for laziness).
So many things, yet one word sums it up - me.
And I digress. This was supposed to be about how I enjoy taking the bus in the downpour, but I guess it's what I do I guess.
500
That's the number of BBQ recipes sitting in front of me right now, courtesy of Page One publications.
It's amazing how far a few good pictures and an interesting subject can get you...
I wonder how much of these recipes I will actually get to making, as a friend of mine recently pointed out - I've not been cooking for the longest time, and also that I never got to making anything from the numerous cook books that I actually bought.
Has anyone ever seen the movie Julie & Julia? The protagonist sets out on a quest to re-discover life by cooking every recipe in Julia Child's French Cooking book.
Maybe it's time to do something like that, not for the lack of creativity, but to get the ol' greasy, garlic-smelling fingers back.
Any takers?
It's amazing how far a few good pictures and an interesting subject can get you...
I wonder how much of these recipes I will actually get to making, as a friend of mine recently pointed out - I've not been cooking for the longest time, and also that I never got to making anything from the numerous cook books that I actually bought.
Has anyone ever seen the movie Julie & Julia? The protagonist sets out on a quest to re-discover life by cooking every recipe in Julia Child's French Cooking book.
Maybe it's time to do something like that, not for the lack of creativity, but to get the ol' greasy, garlic-smelling fingers back.
Any takers?
Now
The room smells faintly of strawberry shortcake, the aroma lingering in the air-conditioned space.
The night light warms the room slightly and bossa nova music plays softly as I lay sprawled on my large cozy bed to an open copy of Esquire magazine.
"The Best Restaurants of 2010" - oh how much are we all missing out!
The night light warms the room slightly and bossa nova music plays softly as I lay sprawled on my large cozy bed to an open copy of Esquire magazine.
"The Best Restaurants of 2010" - oh how much are we all missing out!
Faded yellow light
The night grows, spreading its influence over the harshed landscape. From the window I look out briefly, my gaze over the wide plains before me.
To my left the lamp let off the faint yellow glow - my companion for this worrisome night. Its warmth offers what little comfort it can muster, and I closed my eyes and steadied my thoughts, feeling my breath swirl in the winter cold.
The old radio let out a familiar tune and joins the lamp as my security blanket for this episode.
Too many reasons, yet none of them substantial; so many dreams, marred by the empty promises of sleepless nights.
But to ignite a frozen wink, and tell the world, "what now?"
To my left the lamp let off the faint yellow glow - my companion for this worrisome night. Its warmth offers what little comfort it can muster, and I closed my eyes and steadied my thoughts, feeling my breath swirl in the winter cold.
The old radio let out a familiar tune and joins the lamp as my security blanket for this episode.
Too many reasons, yet none of them substantial; so many dreams, marred by the empty promises of sleepless nights.
But to ignite a frozen wink, and tell the world, "what now?"
Riposte
Waking moon,
Take the tides
And draw them close;
But remember;
Imprints on the sand remain
Long after you're gone.
Take the tides
And draw them close;
But remember;
Imprints on the sand remain
Long after you're gone.
One to calm the nerves
The rain falls
Like snowflakes, light
And carried by the
Swirling breeze.
Daintily they dance
Onto my face as I walked
Away from the angry
Clouds above.
Better you run,
Snowflake rain, chased
Down by the cloud's
Sturdier men.
The soldiers win,
Pinning down the dancers, as
Their blood spills, graying
The pavement.
And keeping dry,
A tabby lies, ignoring
The violence of the rain,
Slumbering sweet.
Like snowflakes, light
And carried by the
Swirling breeze.
Daintily they dance
Onto my face as I walked
Away from the angry
Clouds above.
Better you run,
Snowflake rain, chased
Down by the cloud's
Sturdier men.
The soldiers win,
Pinning down the dancers, as
Their blood spills, graying
The pavement.
And keeping dry,
A tabby lies, ignoring
The violence of the rain,
Slumbering sweet.
