Chopping for the World

I chop a lot of things.  It's sort of a zen thing at times.  Other people have their Tai Chi or Yoga or Catholicism that allows them to enter the realm of connectedness with the universe.  I take bell peppers and make them into tiny squares.

I think calling it connectedness with the universe might be pushing it actually, but if that phrase really means "thinking about random crap with out a common link", then I am the Pope.  A sample conversation with myself from earlier this afternoon while attempting to chop identical, tiny cubes of carrots and celery 1/8" by 1/8":

I wonder if they still make Tab?  Oh wait, I think I saw that they do.  It's some sort of energy drink now.  Dumb.

I wish for a cookie.

My foot itches.  Maybe I should buy some of that powder that old people advertise.  What's that called?  Bond Paper Powder?  Bond Street Powder?  James Bond?  It's probably an extravagant expense.  I'll just itch it later.

What was my locker combination?  I swear if I have to cut it off with the bolt cutters again I will scream.  That's like 20 dollars in locks so far.  I really should start going to the gym, too.  [Crazy Person's Explanation: I also use a combination lock at the gym.  Thus, this crazy segue.]

I always wanted some shirts like Balki in Perfect Strangers.  I guess as an adult I could just buy some, but they seem like something that should come from your mom. 

I still want a cookie.

Oh look at that, I cut myself and am bleeding in an amazing manner.  At least these carrots look awesome.

Well, Now, Six Weeks Is a Little Overkill

Yeah, I needed a bit of a vacation from posting. The way I needed a hole in my head. Because before I took six weeks off of blogging I was so very, very good at blogging every day.

A lot has happened, that I will expand on in the next couple days. I work at Sonoma now, a great restaurant in DC. I do a lot of chopping. A lot.

I love President Clinton's Education Tax Credit. Thanks for all the cash, Federal Government! I'll be sure to spend it on booze and floozies, the way Bill intended.

The second phase of cooking school has been awesome. It feels excellent to be good at something. Something that I can describe in one sentence, that doesn't require the words "synergy", and which produces a tangible thing at the end of the day.

I voted for Barak.

I continue to love Eastern Market and its myriad sausage and cheese eating opportunity.

I've started riding my bike to work again and I love it.

Now I have to watch tv for awhile, so more later. Kthxbai!