Kitties everywhere!

Find the kitty

Another day at the office

Pray for sex/surf

We live in a vacation.

Library

Love libraries. This one has great use of open space, but should focus on filling that space with actual books before getting decadent with the aesthetics. Windows are crystal clear and spotless though, I'll give them that.

Today's view

I don't think this is health code compliant.

College students

They are so cute; the culinary student scooping the veggies was sooooo hesitant and unsure of what he was doing. It was hilarious. It's scooping food on to a plate dude! Relax.

Adventures at LCC

Chicken duxelle:  chicken breast stuffed with mushrooms, herbs and shallots with a red wine sauce, potato gratin and veg medley. Made by culinary students.

Adventures at uhm

I find that the food I eat is oddly fascinating, to me.

Burn it to the ground

Rather see chinas nuked into the ocean than see this happen to my spot.

Hope is Dead, and I can prove it.

hope is dead, the way it ought to be. 

Lazy/poor man's pizza

or don't-know-any-recipes-nor-have-the-time man pizza? 

with a side of drumstick

"Hello) My name is Olga. I live in Moscow.

I found out your page on the Internet and I was curious about you.
Tell me, please, what are you doing now and how do you spend your life in general?
In fact, you're interesting to me as a personality, and I want to communicate with you in the future."

Hi Olga,
Generally, I spend my life quietly, but there are loud moments.  Right now things are quiet, I work and wait for the weekends. I think you are wrong Olga, except for the period of time between 2007 and 2009, I was never an interesting personality.

Oh, Olga, how i wish you were real and really think i'm interesting and not just after my social security number and birth date.

Ma, Pa, sit down now. 

I got tell you,

what I want to do now,

is sing them blues. 

my youtube blues journey: 

solo at 3:25 to 4:30 lead to this, which lead to this, that circled back to this, with a quick stop here and then here, grabbed some chicken and corn at this pit stop, left turn, another left then my journey really began and ended here...just going to sit and rest my bones here for a while.



but alas:

There was a man with tongue of wood
Who essayed to sing,
And in truth it was lamentable.
But there was one who heard
The clip-clapper of this tongue of wood
And knew what the man
Wished to sing,
And with that the singer was content.

Dinner and a show

dinner and  a punk rock show on a Sunday night.

Man, I miss college.

Man, college students will take anything you hand them.  

Hope you are happy now.

I am not a clever man.

Let's not speak of this ever again.

It's like the deep fryer incident all over again. 

Walking from gym to the office where car is. Strangeness in the air. Warm and humid after months of cold. Too quiet streets for Friday night...

Home

Boston, San Francisco, chicago, New York....

But this is where I really belong.

Pats at jets

The only time I wished my flight was delayed. Need to  board with score tied in the second and looking like an ugly game so far.

LAX Update: I almost had a heart attack. fuck the writer who wrote the headline "jets fluster Tom Brady...patriots rally to win" and fuck the guy at Google who put that headline at the top of the news search results.

JFK

I know it's time to leave when I run out of things to think about, or when the brain gets stuck on repeat.

I remember distinctly in Costa Rica, near the very end of my trip, I was sitting in a hammock in the mountains. I was swaying there lazily staring out at nothing.  I realized I had nothing left to think about and therefore it was time to go home.  and so i did.  go home.