I write to you from a hammock nestled between two deciduous trees in the backwoods of Princeton.
I actually call you my journal, but drama loving, Pez Dispenser Hilton followers jump on words like "diary." Yes journal, I also like it when my gossip queens tune in. It's good for PR, because, well, they gossip.
The wonders of the world keep me curious. How Little Richard rose to fame. What exists in plain sight that our eyes do not have the capacity to see. Who reads these off the wall entries...
Google tells me there is a small army of readers who jump in for a view each week. Who are they? At what capacity do I know them? Are they busy working class folks that tune in because they want more? Or are they housewives who are tanning on the beach reading everything posted on Facebook?
It doesn't matter one way or the other I suppose. A fraction of my day is spent wondering though.
If I knew who was looking when I am not around, would it change the composition of these entries or the style of delivery? Would the content shift to fit the audience. Probably not, although the subconscious is powerful.
All things are revealed in due time.
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Sunday, July 10, 2011
Sunday, July 3, 2011
CUT THROAT - MY CURIOSITY GOT THE BEST OF ME
I Am Balding
It's not ideal, but God wasn't completely humorous with my design. I wasn't cursed with an Adam Sandler egg shaped head. To beat the retreating French hairline at it's own game, I take a razor to my scalp three times a week to create baby bottom smoothness.
Mundane It Is
Shaving has become a necessary evil. A mundane process that takes 2 hours of my life each week and yanks about $45/month out of my pocket in supplies.
Time Spent Shaving in 2010: 4.33 days
Money Spent on Shaving in 2010: $450
Finding a good razor is clutch. Most razors are over marketed and fail to deliver. The "soothing gel strip" that cools skin on contact usually disappears in the middle of the first shave. The rubber soft touch contour fittings that help to raise the hair on your face to guarantee the closest shave of your life become warped long before the razor looses it's edge. After putting a few blade systems through the ringer, I find a good temporary suitor.
To add to the mundanity of the situation and the pimp like status of my face, my skin adapts to the razors I use after a few blades. Hit the reset button and let the search begin all over again for my faces future ex.
Tools of the Trade
I started off with the Gillette Sensor. Loved it. The twin razor blades delivered. Cost of these blades are reasonable.
Then came the Mach 3. Started off strong but irritation set in quickly. NEXT.
Maybe a few AAA batteries in the handle of my blade and a bit of good vibrations will scare the hair off of my face. Onto the next after a set of Energizers. A relief, the cost of these razor cartridges were going to put me on food stamps.
I tried various combinations. At one point I was using an electric Phillips razor on my face and a Head Blade razor for my dome. This two part system was stellar until I got a bad batch of razors from Head Blade and started chunking bits of flesh out of the back of my scalp.
Many additional attempts at creating the perfect mundane shave and many eventual failures.
Grrr....
The Art of Shaving
Our forefathers were gentleman. Bonifide individuals who took pride. They didn't have have five razor systems and 1 horse power beard trimmers. Watching old movies, it appeared that shaving was an art. A man's appearance and the time and care he took on his face was paramount. Nothing seemed mundane when dude took a trip to the barber or a Rambo style blade to his face. So my research begins...
The Fruits of My Labor in a Clamshell
In the beginning of not so modern time, dudes used seashells to pull hair out (old school tweezers). They upgraded to shark teeth around the same time fire was discovered. Alexander the Great was a huge poster child for shaving since he thought it gave his soldiers the edge in avoiding beard grabbing in battle. This was 4th century BC.
From Wiki...
In the 1700's, the first modern straight razor (aka cut throat) complete with decorated handles and hollow ground blades was constructed in England. Straight razors were the most common form of shaving before the 20th century and remained that common in many countries until the 1950s.
Straight razors eventually fell out of fashion. Their first challenger was manufactured by King C. Gillette.
From About.com...
On November 15, 1904, patent #775,134 was granted to King C. Gillette for a safety 'razor'. In 1895, after several years of considering and rejecting possible inventions, Gillette suddenly had a brilliant idea while shaving one morning. It was an entirely new razor and blade that flashed in his mind—a razor with a safe, inexpensive, and disposable blade
It took six years for Gillette’s idea to evolve. During that time, technical experts told Gillette that it would be impossible to produce steel that was hard, thin, and inexpensive enough for commercial development of the disposable razor blade. Then in 1901, MIT graduate William Nickerson agreed to try.
By 1903, he had succeeded. Production of the Gillette ® safety razor and blade began as the Gillette Safety Razor Company started operations in South Boston. Sales grew steadily. During World War I, the U.S. Government issued Gillette safety razors to the entire armed forces. By the end of the war, some 3.5 million razors and 32 million blades were put into military hands, thereby converting an entire nation to the Gillette safety razor.
Schick traces its origins to the inventive U.S. Army Lieutenant Colonel Jacob Schick. On November 6, 1928, Colonel Jacob Schick patented the first electric razor.
Goin' Grassroots
My curiosity was piqued. Cut throat razors fascinated me. I had to see if the cut throat would make the cut. Before going back to the 1700's in methodologies, I decided to step back to the beginnings of King Gillette and test out his straight safety bit.
To run with the big dogs you gotta stop pissin like a pup...
Shaving soap and a lathering brush. Application in ole school fashion.
I take a swipe at my face and my first reaction is that Gillettes original design is near extinct for a reason. I didn't feel a thing as the razor grazed my skin. Not a sound, pull or cut.
After a closer look, I realized the razor eliminated all hair from it's path without an ounce of effort. Five minutes later I am in absolute awe! My face is glowing. I've never had a closer shave and this was only my first go at it. Too good to be true... The blades are extremely cheap, last twice as long as typical cartridges and the shave is skin tight. I'm in love.
Now it's time to turn back time and play with knives. Cut throat enter stage right...
I call her Incubo Bella. If all goes well, I'll never have to purchase another razor. Sharpen her once a week, play in patience, appreciate the art, respect the process and join with less than 1% of grown men that have a big enough set to willingly take a 3" razor blade to their throat.
Oi-yes-vay... After a few attempts and possibly a permanent scar or two, I may retreat to the safety of Gillettes original design. I have not completely thrown in the towel, but before I take another butchering swipe at my face, I'm going to get a shave from one of New Yorks finest. Incubo Bellas future hangs in the balance of an unknown cut throat barber on the upper west side.
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It's not ideal, but God wasn't completely humorous with my design. I wasn't cursed with an Adam Sandler egg shaped head. To beat the retreating French hairline at it's own game, I take a razor to my scalp three times a week to create baby bottom smoothness.
Mundane It Is
Shaving has become a necessary evil. A mundane process that takes 2 hours of my life each week and yanks about $45/month out of my pocket in supplies.
Time Spent Shaving in 2010: 4.33 days
Money Spent on Shaving in 2010: $450
Finding a good razor is clutch. Most razors are over marketed and fail to deliver. The "soothing gel strip" that cools skin on contact usually disappears in the middle of the first shave. The rubber soft touch contour fittings that help to raise the hair on your face to guarantee the closest shave of your life become warped long before the razor looses it's edge. After putting a few blade systems through the ringer, I find a good temporary suitor.
To add to the mundanity of the situation and the pimp like status of my face, my skin adapts to the razors I use after a few blades. Hit the reset button and let the search begin all over again for my faces future ex.
Tools of the Trade
I started off with the Gillette Sensor. Loved it. The twin razor blades delivered. Cost of these blades are reasonable.
Then came the Mach 3. Started off strong but irritation set in quickly. NEXT.
Maybe a few AAA batteries in the handle of my blade and a bit of good vibrations will scare the hair off of my face. Onto the next after a set of Energizers. A relief, the cost of these razor cartridges were going to put me on food stamps.
I tried various combinations. At one point I was using an electric Phillips razor on my face and a Head Blade razor for my dome. This two part system was stellar until I got a bad batch of razors from Head Blade and started chunking bits of flesh out of the back of my scalp.
Many additional attempts at creating the perfect mundane shave and many eventual failures.
Grrr....
The Art of Shaving
Our forefathers were gentleman. Bonifide individuals who took pride. They didn't have have five razor systems and 1 horse power beard trimmers. Watching old movies, it appeared that shaving was an art. A man's appearance and the time and care he took on his face was paramount. Nothing seemed mundane when dude took a trip to the barber or a Rambo style blade to his face. So my research begins...
The Fruits of My Labor in a Clamshell
In the beginning of not so modern time, dudes used seashells to pull hair out (old school tweezers). They upgraded to shark teeth around the same time fire was discovered. Alexander the Great was a huge poster child for shaving since he thought it gave his soldiers the edge in avoiding beard grabbing in battle. This was 4th century BC.
From Wiki...
In the 1700's, the first modern straight razor (aka cut throat) complete with decorated handles and hollow ground blades was constructed in England. Straight razors were the most common form of shaving before the 20th century and remained that common in many countries until the 1950s.
Straight razors eventually fell out of fashion. Their first challenger was manufactured by King C. Gillette.
From About.com...
On November 15, 1904, patent #775,134 was granted to King C. Gillette for a safety 'razor'. In 1895, after several years of considering and rejecting possible inventions, Gillette suddenly had a brilliant idea while shaving one morning. It was an entirely new razor and blade that flashed in his mind—a razor with a safe, inexpensive, and disposable blade
It took six years for Gillette’s idea to evolve. During that time, technical experts told Gillette that it would be impossible to produce steel that was hard, thin, and inexpensive enough for commercial development of the disposable razor blade. Then in 1901, MIT graduate William Nickerson agreed to try.
By 1903, he had succeeded. Production of the Gillette ® safety razor and blade began as the Gillette Safety Razor Company started operations in South Boston. Sales grew steadily. During World War I, the U.S. Government issued Gillette safety razors to the entire armed forces. By the end of the war, some 3.5 million razors and 32 million blades were put into military hands, thereby converting an entire nation to the Gillette safety razor.
Schick traces its origins to the inventive U.S. Army Lieutenant Colonel Jacob Schick. On November 6, 1928, Colonel Jacob Schick patented the first electric razor.
Goin' Grassroots
My curiosity was piqued. Cut throat razors fascinated me. I had to see if the cut throat would make the cut. Before going back to the 1700's in methodologies, I decided to step back to the beginnings of King Gillette and test out his straight safety bit.
To run with the big dogs you gotta stop pissin like a pup...
Shaving soap and a lathering brush. Application in ole school fashion.
I take a swipe at my face and my first reaction is that Gillettes original design is near extinct for a reason. I didn't feel a thing as the razor grazed my skin. Not a sound, pull or cut.
After a closer look, I realized the razor eliminated all hair from it's path without an ounce of effort. Five minutes later I am in absolute awe! My face is glowing. I've never had a closer shave and this was only my first go at it. Too good to be true... The blades are extremely cheap, last twice as long as typical cartridges and the shave is skin tight. I'm in love.
Now it's time to turn back time and play with knives. Cut throat enter stage right...
I call her Incubo Bella. If all goes well, I'll never have to purchase another razor. Sharpen her once a week, play in patience, appreciate the art, respect the process and join with less than 1% of grown men that have a big enough set to willingly take a 3" razor blade to their throat.
Oi-yes-vay... After a few attempts and possibly a permanent scar or two, I may retreat to the safety of Gillettes original design. I have not completely thrown in the towel, but before I take another butchering swipe at my face, I'm going to get a shave from one of New Yorks finest. Incubo Bellas future hangs in the balance of an unknown cut throat barber on the upper west side.
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Sunday, June 26, 2011
BUCKET LIST ITEM #1... CHECK
BUCKET LIST DEFINED
A list of things you wish to do before you die.
REDEFINED
A list of things I will accomplish while I am alive.
I am a firm believer in speaking in the positive.
INSPIRATION
I've heard of the term, "bucket list," but have not felt the urge to create a wish list of activity before death. I can not recall where I was or who I was with when I first watched the movie.
SIDE-NOTE: Now if I watched The Bucket List with my sister Elizabeth, she would have been able to tell me the date and time, where we were, what we were wearing, what side of the couch I was sitting on along with which direction the wind was blowing while we were tuned in for that 2 hour period. Some people got it like that and my sister Lizzy is one of dem rare folk. My memory for this kinda thing is straight shot. Near non-existent... and I chose NOT to smoke pot. I'm just sayin.
The Bucket List stars Morgan Freeman (playing Carter Chambers) and Jack Nicholson (who plays Edward Cole). SPOILER ALERT! These ole boys find themselves side-by-side in hospital beds with months to live. Carter of humble means and rooted family values gets mixed up with Edward Cole, who has a thrill for adventure and deep pockets.
A few of my favorite quotes:
Carter: You measure yourself by the people who measure themselves by you.
----------
Edward: The sequel was like that. She never backed me up on anything.
Carter: The sequel?
Edward: The second Mrs Edward Cole.
[Carter rolls his eyes]
Edward: Hell, that woman hated me.
Carter: Maybe because you called her the sequel.
----------
Edward: Here's something to remember when you're older Thomas - never pass up a bathroom, never waste a hard-on, and never trust a fart.
Thomas (Edwards assistant): I'll remember that when I start "decrepitating" sir.
----------
And my absolute favorite quote from The Bucket List:
Carter: [to Edward, of the two questions asked of the dead by the gods at the entrance to heaven] Have you found joy in your life? Has your life brought joy to others?
After watching this movie I realized three things:
1. The purpose of life is to experience a fullness of joy.
There's absolutely no need to wait until there's a piss bag at your side and a nurse named Mildred tending to your tapioca pudding until you determine what those things are that you want to experience in this life that will bring you joy.
2. What gets measured gets done.
Dreams are ideas never documented. Goals are dreams that are put down on a piece of paper with a plan of action of how that dream (turned measurable goal) will be accomplished.
Goals get completed. Dreams are talked about until the day you die. Which leads me to number three...
3. Talk is cheap.
Ask a man what he thinks about an idea, item or service. Most of the time he will be agreeable and will pacify you with the answer he thinks you want to hear.
Charles: "Awe Jimmy, those new neon green loafers are the cats meow. What do you think?"
Jimmy: "Oh yeah, they are great Charles! And for $8.27, what a deal!"
You can tell a man's true convictions by where he puts his hard earned cash...
Charles: "Awe that's great you feel that way Jimmy. Seeing as we are BFFs and your sneakers are held together by fish twine and duct tape, I thought it a great idea if we get a matching pair to sport when we go out on the town. Wouldn't that be just swell Jimmy?"
Now if Jimmy coughs up the $8.27 for a pair of neon green loafers, he meant what he said. If he holds back, he was simply putting verbal garbage through the airwaves of life using the art of pacification.
Put your money where your mouth is, pimp.
SO NOW IT'S TIME
SIDE-NOTE: these items have time lines and plans of action for accomplishment. For the sake of your sanity and my own desire not to divulge the insanity of my life, I'll keep those details out. These are not necessarily in chronological order. The list will continue to expand and grow as life happens.
Item #1: Purchase the car of my dreams
Item #2: Six pack abs
Item #3: Sky dive
Item #4: Eat an entire box of Krispy Kream Donuts in one sitting (I'll accomplish this goal in conjunction with #2 while on the plane ride to the jump point)
Item #5: Marry my best friend for time and all eternity. MVB ;-)
Item #6 Write a book about my experiences
Item #7: Sell most of my possessions and move to a Caribbean locale for a few years
Item #8: Take my immediate family on a vacation
Item #9: Live in a tree house (possibly in the Caribbean)
Item #10: Spend two years of my life in the total service of others
Item #11: Perform 100 consecutive push-ups
Item #12: Create a successful start-up company
Item #13: Get a pilots license
Item #14: Provide the seed money for a start-up company
Item #15: Learn fluent Spanish
Item #16: Bring joy to others through my line of work
ITEM #1... CHECK
Three weeks ago:
I knew I would be resigning from my current position
There is a few days before turning in the company vehicle
A new position/career has NOT been established
I did the most sensationally irresponsible thing anyone in my position could do...
I attacked a bucket list item and purchased the car of my dreams:
I am determined.
ITEM #1:PURCHASE THE CAR OF MY DREAMS
This week I was offered a stellar position with a new firm that will fulfill Item #16.
Thanks for tuning in. Please subscribe if you enjoy my posts and comment if you are curious on how I plan on accomplishing any of the above mentioned items. I'll share if you ask nice.
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A list of things you wish to do before you die.
REDEFINED
A list of things I will accomplish while I am alive.
I am a firm believer in speaking in the positive.
INSPIRATION
I've heard of the term, "bucket list," but have not felt the urge to create a wish list of activity before death. I can not recall where I was or who I was with when I first watched the movie.
SIDE-NOTE: Now if I watched The Bucket List with my sister Elizabeth, she would have been able to tell me the date and time, where we were, what we were wearing, what side of the couch I was sitting on along with which direction the wind was blowing while we were tuned in for that 2 hour period. Some people got it like that and my sister Lizzy is one of dem rare folk. My memory for this kinda thing is straight shot. Near non-existent... and I chose NOT to smoke pot. I'm just sayin.
The Bucket List stars Morgan Freeman (playing Carter Chambers) and Jack Nicholson (who plays Edward Cole). SPOILER ALERT! These ole boys find themselves side-by-side in hospital beds with months to live. Carter of humble means and rooted family values gets mixed up with Edward Cole, who has a thrill for adventure and deep pockets.
A few of my favorite quotes:
Carter: You measure yourself by the people who measure themselves by you.
----------
Edward: The sequel was like that. She never backed me up on anything.
Carter: The sequel?
Edward: The second Mrs Edward Cole.
[Carter rolls his eyes]
Edward: Hell, that woman hated me.
Carter: Maybe because you called her the sequel.
----------
Edward: Here's something to remember when you're older Thomas - never pass up a bathroom, never waste a hard-on, and never trust a fart.
Thomas (Edwards assistant): I'll remember that when I start "decrepitating" sir.
----------
And my absolute favorite quote from The Bucket List:
Carter: [to Edward, of the two questions asked of the dead by the gods at the entrance to heaven] Have you found joy in your life? Has your life brought joy to others?
After watching this movie I realized three things:
1. The purpose of life is to experience a fullness of joy.
There's absolutely no need to wait until there's a piss bag at your side and a nurse named Mildred tending to your tapioca pudding until you determine what those things are that you want to experience in this life that will bring you joy.
2. What gets measured gets done.
Dreams are ideas never documented. Goals are dreams that are put down on a piece of paper with a plan of action of how that dream (turned measurable goal) will be accomplished.
Goals get completed. Dreams are talked about until the day you die. Which leads me to number three...
3. Talk is cheap.
Ask a man what he thinks about an idea, item or service. Most of the time he will be agreeable and will pacify you with the answer he thinks you want to hear.
Charles: "Awe Jimmy, those new neon green loafers are the cats meow. What do you think?"
Jimmy: "Oh yeah, they are great Charles! And for $8.27, what a deal!"
You can tell a man's true convictions by where he puts his hard earned cash...
Charles: "Awe that's great you feel that way Jimmy. Seeing as we are BFFs and your sneakers are held together by fish twine and duct tape, I thought it a great idea if we get a matching pair to sport when we go out on the town. Wouldn't that be just swell Jimmy?"
Now if Jimmy coughs up the $8.27 for a pair of neon green loafers, he meant what he said. If he holds back, he was simply putting verbal garbage through the airwaves of life using the art of pacification.
Put your money where your mouth is, pimp.
SO NOW IT'S TIME
SIDE-NOTE: these items have time lines and plans of action for accomplishment. For the sake of your sanity and my own desire not to divulge the insanity of my life, I'll keep those details out. These are not necessarily in chronological order. The list will continue to expand and grow as life happens.
Item #1: Purchase the car of my dreams
Item #2: Six pack abs
Item #3: Sky dive
Item #4: Eat an entire box of Krispy Kream Donuts in one sitting (I'll accomplish this goal in conjunction with #2 while on the plane ride to the jump point)
Item #5: Marry my best friend for time and all eternity. MVB ;-)
Item #6 Write a book about my experiences
Item #7: Sell most of my possessions and move to a Caribbean locale for a few years
Item #8: Take my immediate family on a vacation
Item #9: Live in a tree house (possibly in the Caribbean)
Item #10: Spend two years of my life in the total service of others
Item #11: Perform 100 consecutive push-ups
Item #12: Create a successful start-up company
Item #13: Get a pilots license
Item #14: Provide the seed money for a start-up company
Item #15: Learn fluent Spanish
Item #16: Bring joy to others through my line of work
ITEM #1... CHECK
Three weeks ago:
I knew I would be resigning from my current position
There is a few days before turning in the company vehicle
A new position/career has NOT been established
I did the most sensationally irresponsible thing anyone in my position could do...
I attacked a bucket list item and purchased the car of my dreams:
I am determined.
ITEM #1:
This week I was offered a stellar position with a new firm that will fulfill Item #16.
Thanks for tuning in. Please subscribe if you enjoy my posts and comment if you are curious on how I plan on accomplishing any of the above mentioned items. I'll share if you ask nice.
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Sunday, June 19, 2011
OOPS...YOU'RE ENTITLED? ...OOPS
PREFACE : I started this entry a lil bit ago. I've recently committed myself to weekly updates. I'll start by completing this entry. Enjoy and Happy Fathers Day.
Believing Was Your First Mistake
It was easy back then. Your creators telling you how great you are. Filling your mind with world conquering thoughts. Sure this is their responsibilitiy. Not denying you that third slice of artery blocking, calorie multiplying, gut busting double fudge layer cake is where they went wrong. Which in turn began the creation of an "entitled" oversized monster that would continue to grow with each spoiling "yes."
Allowing Is Our First Mistake
When did it all begin? When did it become ok and culturally accepted? When did we, the masses, give you, the entitled cake eating monster the ability to elevate to a higher social class of rude entitlement? Does having $75,000 in student loan debt and a couple funny letters added to the arse of your name grant privilege? Perhaps it did and the shift of acceptance started, in your mind, to tip in your favor.
Entitlement Backfire!
Ha, the look on your face. A goose flying against the rest of the geese. Shove it!
Hey Yo Paulie D, What's Da Situation?
My second acupuncture visit. Scheduled for 4:00 pm. Left work early, arrived at 3:50, signed in and chilled to the melodic and hypnotic trance music you force upon your sheep.
At 4:15ish you invite me into one of your waiting rooms like your doing me the favor. At 4:25, after I've waited almost a half hour after my scheduled appointment time, I gather my belongings and make my exit.
"Mr. Bra-chess, where are you going," inquired the office admin/secretary/accountant/hr manager/mail room clerk/cd selection expert.
I responded in a warm but firm tone, "my appointment was for 4pm. It's now almost 4:30 and I do not share the same convenience of relaxed scheduling."
Was it harsh, maybe. Was it true, most definitely. Caleb had practice at 6 which gave me less than an hour and a half to get home across Princeton and through the Washington Circle during rush hour, get him fed and then to practice on the other side of town.
If I mellowed out till the doctor found the time to fit me into her schedule, smiled when she walked in like I was one of the grateful sheep, and went on like all was normal, Not only would I have been late in fulfilling my obligations to Caleb, but I would have told her that the funny acronym at the end of her name and her student loan debt entitled her to this inexcusable yet frequent behavior.
Screw the social norm. I'm in favor of shock and awe that just might lead to change.
Believing Was Your First Mistake
It was easy back then. Your creators telling you how great you are. Filling your mind with world conquering thoughts. Sure this is their responsibilitiy. Not denying you that third slice of artery blocking, calorie multiplying, gut busting double fudge layer cake is where they went wrong. Which in turn began the creation of an "entitled" oversized monster that would continue to grow with each spoiling "yes."
Allowing Is Our First Mistake
When did it all begin? When did it become ok and culturally accepted? When did we, the masses, give you, the entitled cake eating monster the ability to elevate to a higher social class of rude entitlement? Does having $75,000 in student loan debt and a couple funny letters added to the arse of your name grant privilege? Perhaps it did and the shift of acceptance started, in your mind, to tip in your favor.
Entitlement Backfire!
Ha, the look on your face. A goose flying against the rest of the geese. Shove it!
Hey Yo Paulie D, What's Da Situation?
My second acupuncture visit. Scheduled for 4:00 pm. Left work early, arrived at 3:50, signed in and chilled to the melodic and hypnotic trance music you force upon your sheep.
At 4:15ish you invite me into one of your waiting rooms like your doing me the favor. At 4:25, after I've waited almost a half hour after my scheduled appointment time, I gather my belongings and make my exit.
"Mr. Bra-chess, where are you going," inquired the office admin/secretary/accountant/hr manager/mail room clerk/cd selection expert.
I responded in a warm but firm tone, "my appointment was for 4pm. It's now almost 4:30 and I do not share the same convenience of relaxed scheduling."
Was it harsh, maybe. Was it true, most definitely. Caleb had practice at 6 which gave me less than an hour and a half to get home across Princeton and through the Washington Circle during rush hour, get him fed and then to practice on the other side of town.
If I mellowed out till the doctor found the time to fit me into her schedule, smiled when she walked in like I was one of the grateful sheep, and went on like all was normal, Not only would I have been late in fulfilling my obligations to Caleb, but I would have told her that the funny acronym at the end of her name and her student loan debt entitled her to this inexcusable yet frequent behavior.
Screw the social norm. I'm in favor of shock and awe that just might lead to change.
Thursday, March 17, 2011
CAFE RIO!
Cafe "muthaFREAKIN" Rio!
This place became legendary long before we set foot in SLC.
I'm gonna knock down a sweet pork barbacoa burrito for all my missionary homies.
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This place became legendary long before we set foot in SLC.
I'm gonna knock down a sweet pork barbacoa burrito for all my missionary homies.
- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone
Thursday, February 3, 2011
TENNESSEE
me: "Chris, you must not be from around here"
Chris: "ha, what makes you say that?"
me: "because you are the only ten i see"
Professional development, trade show, networking and getting fat. Yes, getting fat. Pulled pork, ribs, corn cakes and chili. Welcome to Tennessee. When in Rome.
Ok, I'll be the first to admit... my body doesn't process meat as well as it processes fiber one corn flakes. Blood type determines digestive capabilities? We were meant to be herbivores? Whatever the reasoning, payback is a meat butt plug.
You know the sad thing. I lived on this earth for over 25 years before realizing my blood type herbivore craving meat hating digestive system was reality.
Chris: "ha, what makes you say that?"
me: "because you are the only ten i see"
Professional development, trade show, networking and getting fat. Yes, getting fat. Pulled pork, ribs, corn cakes and chili. Welcome to Tennessee. When in Rome.
Ok, I'll be the first to admit... my body doesn't process meat as well as it processes fiber one corn flakes. Blood type determines digestive capabilities? We were meant to be herbivores? Whatever the reasoning, payback is a meat butt plug.
You know the sad thing. I lived on this earth for over 25 years before realizing my blood type herbivore craving meat hating digestive system was reality.
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