i love avril =)

**next month's opening is a temp position...probably for the month of april...again...working with me..and the pay is good**

WEEKEND:

after a rough week at work....weekend was friggin awesome

rumor friday night...had a great time for no special reason...got drunk...noodletown after...woke up with no hangover...nice~

saturday - greatest EATING day of my life...

vietnamese sandwich/homemade viet spring rolls (courtesy of mrs tran)/cheesesteak...and CHEESEWHIZ IS THE ONLY WAY TO GO....

sunday - homemade PHO...

got all the recipes down....gonna try to make it at home one of these nights...just lemme know if anyone wants to come...

hit the batting cage...friggin elbow hurts..."take all your agression out on the ball...envision someones face comin' at you..." then *WACK*

black ambition tour was HILARIOUS....although i think he should have renamed his tour to "married life sucks"...

the beauty of comedians and writers is that they do nothing other than state the obvious and mundane into an eloquent string of words..(perspective)..chris rock spent the last half of his show...describing the married "dead man"...and the tyrannies of the modern day wife....sitting next to my own significant other...i found myself quite unsure as to when to and not to laugh....oh jeez...good times nontheless...

 

im not a poem person...but i like neruda...

Enigmas

by Pablo Neruda

You've asked me what the lobster is weaving there with 
        his golden feet?
I reply, the ocean knows this.
You say, what is the ascidia waiting for in its transparent 
        bell? What is it waiting for?
I tell you it is waiting for time, like you.
You ask me whom the Macrocystis alga hugs in its arms?
Study, study it, at a certain hour, in a certain sea I know.
You question me about the wicked tusk of the narwhal, 
        and I reply by describing
how the sea unicorn with the harpoon in it dies.
You enquire about the kingfisher's feathers,
which tremble in the pure springs of the southern tides?
Or you've found in the cards a new question touching on 
        the crystal architecture
of the sea anemone, and you'll deal that to me now?
You want to understand the electric nature of the ocean 
        spines?
     The armored stalactite that breaks as it walks?
     The hook of the angler fish, the music stretched out
     in the deep places like a thread in the water?
     
     I want to tell you the ocean knows this, that life in its 
        jewel boxes
     is endless as the sand, impossible to count, pure,
     and among the blood-colored grapes time has made the 
        petal
     hard and shiny, made the jellyfish full of light
     and untied its knot, letting its musical threads fall
     from a horn of plenty made of infinite mother-of-pearl.

     I am nothing but the empty net which has gone on ahead
     of human eyes, dead in those darknesses,
     of fingers accustomed to the triangle, longitudes
     on the timid globe of an orange.

     I walked around as you do, investigating
     the endless star,
     and in my net, during the night, I woke up naked,
     the only thing caught, a fish trapped inside the wind.