In the kitchen

I like to cook. While I was living in the virgin islands I decided that I wanted to cook. I never really considered it before but it had been something that I had liked and was always there in the back of my mind. Eating out on tortola was usually expensive, but gave me the chance to see a little bit of everything. I loved that. People think that becoming a chef is a novel idea but then wonder what I really want to do with my life. I think its funny when I tell them that I like to cook even though I don't really have a clear picture about where I really want to take this. I could do many things. I've learned a ton in just over a year of culinary school, and I think that these are skills that can be used for a lifetime.

I've burnt food. I've ruined, deflated and exploded cakes. My muffins have turned into inedible rocks. I've scorched, blackened and burned just about everything. Getting cut or burned is no big deal anymore. I've got the scars to prove that I deserved that B+ in my kitchen courses. I think I've tried just about everything placed before me, and I've been made to eat the most horrible things that should never be eaten. But I'm not in school right now. I'm taking some time off to pursue other things, and relax from my crazy schedule. If you ask around, people will tell you that I rarely cook, even for myself. I don't know why. If I could afford it, I would eat like a king everyday, and probably weigh 300 lbs. That would be cool.

Cooking dinner for someone is the best way to impress. There are simple dishes that can be prepared ahead of time, and made to order. The best ingredient is creativity, and that is what makes this an art. Taking the time to cook something wholesome is much better than eating greasy fast food, or heating up a frozen piece of crap. Taking the time to do that is usually the problem however.

I don't have a favorite food.

people finder

I was bored.

every now and then I have a random dream where I'm in a store or a school and I'm looking for something important and I look over my shoulder and I recognize someone I knew from a long time ago. I wake up and wonder why that person has resurfaced in my memory. Its not like I think about them. If my mind has the ability to bring up random people from five years ago- then I wonder about all the things I actually have in there.

so it was late. I had just finished something else, but couldn't go to sleep. I was playing that game where you try and find random people you used to know on the internet. google.com has gotten so big now, you have a good chance at finding an address, a publication or just about anything on the person, if they've done anything in the past few years. Compared to five years ago, search engines have really become sophisticated. Last night I managed to locate 4 or five friends of mine. I consider it a little like spying on someone. I'm no hacker of any degree- I know there are better ways to really invade people's privacy, but I like to use what's available out there to play this game. If you haven't done much on the web then you probably won't pop up on the radar. So far I haven't been able to find anything on myself, but my name is the reason for that. I've found things that my father has written but nothing too interesting. i'm going to keep looking.

give it a try.

end of the world?

A long time ago this kid I knew at school told me that the world was going to end at precisely 4:13 that Thursday afternoon. Kids have a way of being so sure of themselves. I asked where he found out this information (thinking that it would be news by now) and he said that his brother told him. Assuming that his brother was credible on the subject of the world blowing up or ending we all told him that he was full of crap. The day went by but I couldn't help but think about the impending doom that awaited us all at 4:13 that Thursday. Life continued as usual until that point, and then it was Thursday.

I had just come home from school, when I noticed the note I had left for myself on the refrigerator door that read, "end of the world, Thursday at 4:13." Determined to get a good seat, I stood there waiting by the edge of my bed staring into the digital face of my stereo alarm clock. The minutes seemed to creep by as the appointed hour emerged. My eyes began to water as the little green numbers slowly changed. I don't think I knew what was going to happen. Maybe I expected some sort of Hiroshima type flash followed by the destructive force of a nuclear weapon. I thought I should have gone out in a better way, maybe even doing something worthwhile while the end of the world erupted around me. No, I spent the last five minutes of planet earth staring an alarm clock radio ticking down my very existence. I don't know what happened next but I looked back at the clock and it read 4:16. I had missed the terrible end.
and what was worse is that I wasted my time looking at a clock when I could have been watching "eek the cat" or something else on television. Man, that kid was full of crap.

this is a blog

i am going to start something else.