Friday, February 06, 2004
Feels funny to write again, i have more to say, but you know the drill.
I feel like writing more, but I can't. I have to have a shower and go back to work. I did shower yesterday. I showered the morning on the day before. I feel dirty. I am dirty. I need to shower. I finished the Chronicles of Narnia and now I can't stop daydreaming. I am half way threw Life of Pi already. I keep having dreams that my teeth are falling out, or at least one does because my wisdom teeth keep pushing them out to make room. I need to get my wisdom teeth taken care of. I have 4 of them. I do not look forward to it. I have decided I like the winter. Snow makes the winter better. I used to hate the winter. It was just cold and no snow. I like the snow. I was biking every day during out -40 blizzard fest. I enjoyed it greatly. I do lookforward to the melting wetness. I think I should get a splash suit.
I should be in the shower. I ate some really good soup today. I don't normally like soups. They taste pretty good most of the time; I’m just never like "Mmmmmmm soup! Lucky me!" It always seemed a little low class... but it was good. I have been reading a lot lately. I haven't been playing much video games, but I will fix that in due time.
My head hurts and I need to blow my nose. The cold weather does a number on my breathing while biking. I love the feel of my tires fish tailing out form under me and the metal teeth on the rims of my tires catching the ice and bring me upright. Safe, until it happens again. It is a leap of faith I must admit. What if they don't catch next time I need to get out of that icy rut in the middle of the street, I could fall over and be hit by a car.
It is a lot like climbing as well. You have to trust that when you make that next push, that next jump, that when you miss, the person holding your rope, won't let it slip, that they will catch you and you won't fall 20 meters to your untimely death.
You have to trust that when the iceberg you are walking across gives way, that the other people on your line will catch their axes into the snow before you drag everyone into the carver with you.
Trust trust trust.
You have to trust that the woman you brought home from the bar doesn't have crabs or aids and that she will untie your hands from the head bored when she wakes up in the morning.
You have to trust that the cook didn't sneeze in your soup. That the mechanic didn't install the fuel injector incorrectly and that you won't explode next time you rev your engine.
You have to trust that the doctor isn't going to mistakenly feel a lump in your breast and saw it of before double-checking. You have to trust that if there is a lump, that he will find it.
I myself do my best. When I say I will do something, I try to do it. When I am cooking, I bleach my hands after putting raw chicken in the oven, after cleaning the split lambs blood. If a for hits the floor, I wash it. I also know some people don't. They aren’t careful. I don't like eating out any more, for the simple reason that I know what goes on in those kitchens.
I eat at McGettigans because I know who made the stew... 9 times out of 10 I made it. I know it won't be undercooked, or have a band-aid in it. I know the tomatoes in the Brushetta were washed before they were cut up. I also know the salmon we use doesn't come for the ocean... but if the customers don't ask, I won't tell them about the lead and mercury poisoning cases. If you don't read the newspaper, or watch the news, maybe you deserve to die a slow metal death.
I need to shower. G'day.
I should be in the shower. I ate some really good soup today. I don't normally like soups. They taste pretty good most of the time; I’m just never like "Mmmmmmm soup! Lucky me!" It always seemed a little low class... but it was good. I have been reading a lot lately. I haven't been playing much video games, but I will fix that in due time.
My head hurts and I need to blow my nose. The cold weather does a number on my breathing while biking. I love the feel of my tires fish tailing out form under me and the metal teeth on the rims of my tires catching the ice and bring me upright. Safe, until it happens again. It is a leap of faith I must admit. What if they don't catch next time I need to get out of that icy rut in the middle of the street, I could fall over and be hit by a car.
It is a lot like climbing as well. You have to trust that when you make that next push, that next jump, that when you miss, the person holding your rope, won't let it slip, that they will catch you and you won't fall 20 meters to your untimely death.
You have to trust that when the iceberg you are walking across gives way, that the other people on your line will catch their axes into the snow before you drag everyone into the carver with you.
Trust trust trust.
You have to trust that the woman you brought home from the bar doesn't have crabs or aids and that she will untie your hands from the head bored when she wakes up in the morning.
You have to trust that the cook didn't sneeze in your soup. That the mechanic didn't install the fuel injector incorrectly and that you won't explode next time you rev your engine.
You have to trust that the doctor isn't going to mistakenly feel a lump in your breast and saw it of before double-checking. You have to trust that if there is a lump, that he will find it.
I myself do my best. When I say I will do something, I try to do it. When I am cooking, I bleach my hands after putting raw chicken in the oven, after cleaning the split lambs blood. If a for hits the floor, I wash it. I also know some people don't. They aren’t careful. I don't like eating out any more, for the simple reason that I know what goes on in those kitchens.
I eat at McGettigans because I know who made the stew... 9 times out of 10 I made it. I know it won't be undercooked, or have a band-aid in it. I know the tomatoes in the Brushetta were washed before they were cut up. I also know the salmon we use doesn't come for the ocean... but if the customers don't ask, I won't tell them about the lead and mercury poisoning cases. If you don't read the newspaper, or watch the news, maybe you deserve to die a slow metal death.
I need to shower. G'day.
# posted by Uehen @ 3:05 PM 
