Friday Nov 07, 2008

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week 5 in the restaurant ;


terrine campagne


pistou soup


scallop and shrimp salad


chicken with pear sauce


mushroom tortelloni


salmon with salsa and tortilla strips


tiramisu


baba rhum

since the family all seem to be healthy, i can look for a full-time job here in vegas. it's not the best time to be job hunting, though. suck. on the awful side of life, i have to work in the front of the house as a waiter and busser for three weeks at the school's restaurant. it's part of a friggin' class. suck. i am not a waiter. i yell at waiters. anyhow, we're supposed to find a new appreciation for waiters and front of the house staff. it is a tough job, but fuck 'em. they make tips, and if they had any real skills, they'd be in the kitchen, or management by now. apologies to all my waiter friends.

kiss


SPOILERS! (Click to view)

blood is thicker than water, or honey, or perfume. but is blood thicker than blood?

family is always such a mirror, a trippy rohrschack test for your heart and mind. or it can be boring and routine. which do you prefer?

no matter how much you grow and change, whether or not your family members do the same, roots remain. for some it is a curse, for others it is a blessing. we are bound to the earth through our blood, we are bound to our blood through our family. our spirits can run ramshackle through the chaos, or find purpose and meaning from it. or neither, or both. my family inspires fierce loyalty inside of me, i come from good people. sometimes i feel like i don't belong, and i'm sure everybody does. but sometimes i feel like i'm part of something greater by merely being with my blood. duality or contradiction? or both? or neither?

anyway, i'm lost in a sea of recipes and grocery lists. has anyone ever heard of rape flour? it's asian. my health is good, and my spirits are medium to good. i suffer from a slight ennui some days, but imagine it is only my mind trying to heal itself from all the bullshit i have to deal with to get through the day. i'm full of hope and optimism, vibrant and dynamic. yet i feel a small tinge of regret for something i can't quite place. it would drive me into completely outstretched oblivion if i let it. it's like a small drop of water on my zoom lens that i haven't figured out how to clean.

on the bright side, i've been focused on a few new short stories and trying to put together the big movie. you know, the movie everyone makes in their head that expresses their uniquely fucked up point of view. mine's called 'good crazy', it's a black comedy rife with juxtaposition and paradox. it parodies life, yet offers a deeper emotional meaning to those who are really paying attention.

one of my friends moved to cali, never to be heard from again. another lost his job and house. the married couple is still married, and the true friend and i will be feeding the pigeons from a park bench somewhere when we are old geezers. laughing about our problems and making fun of everyone. if you don't like it, it's probably just because you haven't heard our joke about you.

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wsoxfan:
I should never visit your page on an empty stomach. It's very frustrating.

Dealers lucky enough to work at the right place can really make out. I'm glad that I can make a few extra bucks. I find it tiring, probably because I'm not used to it. My shuffling isn't the greatest so far, although I deal well and control the table okay. I'm dealing in a tournament on Sunday because one of the regular dealers can't make it until the cash game starts. It's the first time I'm dealing no-limit, tournament or cash. I shouldn't have any problem since I play no-limit exclusively.
velvet_petal:
1 seafood salad please and is that wild mushroom ravioli? Well what ever it is, one of those as well. Please send C.O.D.

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