A Fine Dining Lie

Maybe its just because I’ve traveled a bit....  That has to be it, because...when I think of Fine Dining, I don’t think of a crowded hole in the wall, waiting an hour on food, greasy food that I end up throwing up when I get home, or over peppered chicken that drowns out any other flavors that may have been there.

Part of me wonders if its just the city itself, its not a very big city, but it really seems to try (and fail) at certain things.  The weird thing is, people eat up this ‘fancy’ talk and really give these places awesome reviews....

Old Wounds

There’s nothing quite like getting old.  It seems the more you age, the more you hurt.  But I always looked at a bit differently.  It seems the longer you live the more wounds you collect.  And nothing hurts worse than old wounds.

Yes, I’m talking about physical and emotional.  On the physical side, I have the one that scares me the most.  A few years ago, I feel off some rocks on the California coast.  I hit my head pretty hard, bled quite a bit, but it stopped quick enough.  That injury has caused me to have acute motion sickness now.  I never had it before...but now, I go up in a plane with Lisa, and if I haven’t taken something, then yeah...I know it pretty quickly....

(poem) - To Flow From Here to There

This is a poem about poetry
Poetry that rolls with the flow

Flow that continues down the hill
The hill of life that goes forever down

Down into the depths of despair
Despair that brings all to their knees
Knees that bleed from the impact of life
Life that goes on until death

Death comes for us all
All we are will be carried by memories
Memories fade like passion’s flare
Flares that shoot into the sky

Skies that are brightened up by sparks
Sparks that look like falling stars
Stars that harbor distance planets
Planets that may hold alien life

Life that blooms everywhere
Everywhere around us
Us who live and exist through time
Time that has a beat


A beat that measures the flow
The flow of poetry
Poetry that comes out of my fingers
Fingers that fly upon the keyboard

The keyboard that relays this poem
This poem that went to the far edges of the universe
And Back

--Dan

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Hyper-Boredom, the Misdiagnosed Problem with the World

Part of me wishes I had made up the term “Hyper Boredom” but I didn’t.  Its been bounced around for a bit, used as a title to a blog or three, and been dropped a few times by other bloggers just rambling on.  One in particular listed boredom as a huge thing with suicide, and mentioned that most mental illnesses either are boredom, or are rooted in boredom.

For the longest time, I’ve fully believed that boredom was a HUGE issue, and it iss odd to watch it in the current teenage generation.  I’ve experienced boredom, a huge amount of it, all my life.  But there’s something more to it now....

Decadent Artistry

There are few things in this world as decadent and wonderful as chocolate.  I truly feel sorry for those that don’t like the stuff, because they are truly missing out.  Throughout my life, I’ve eaten quite a bit of chocolate.  I’ve even taken a class on how to eat chocolate with wine.

Being an amateur chef, I find flavors to be one of the greatest things about being human.  You can do so much with flavors and taste and spices...yeah, I can go on and on.  But when you find places that does such thing with chocolate, you know you’ve found an amazing place.