OK, officially, it is springtime. But WTF, the weather is so screwed up, so screwed that I was bundled up on the first official day of spring. Arrived in class still huddled in cashmere and the ever-dependable military jacket. In California, no less! I find it kinda odd that the beach is three miles south of the campus and we have to deal with overcast afternoons as we drive in for evening classes and get assaulted by thick fog on the way out late at night. My brain is fogging up, too. Nice excuse. The homework and final projects are being piled upon the unfortunate but motivated, as the term approaches its end. I hope to enjoy that one-week respite, but I am likely to bet against it. I anticipated a lot of work, but not a crapload of homework. I tried to protest but the teachers hurled back the fact that it is not undergrad school anymore. Pain, paid for, in full!
I have not cooked anything worth posting right now. I am in a frittata rut, and on some other days, stuck on adobo. Not that the roommates dislike the fact that they have to eat adobo for dinner on weekday nights, but I am just fucking sick of it! Chicken, pork, lamb adobo, name it, I've done it. It's becoming the Filipino culinary curse. Well, it is so good that the other guys are actually hoarding the stuff, never minding the fact that the recipe is half lean meat and half lard! I guess life is too short to commit to eating tofu three - four times each week.
This weekend, I plan to punish myself and commit to working on one of the countless final projects. a 15 page document is not such a big deal but I do not want to do a half-assed job at writing. Sometimes I wish I could write the school projects as fast as I could post an entry into this blog.
My hair is down to a buzz cut. There are moments in life when one needs something like this and feel minimal, as the world around runs turbulently. I can deal with the world, if I don't have to fuck around with my hair each morning. Life is challenging enough, and with my attention span, I cannot keep my hair long and retain a sense of composure or readiness for the world.
Bear with me, and if you expect a much more coherent post, then this may not have been the site you were looking for. My ADHD somehow gets distilled into literary form, or its modern mutations, if you oblige.
There is no photo for this post, I cannot seem to find any worth posting, and speaking of photos, I have images that I am tweaking and working on, and maybe print on decent photo paper, sometime. The digital life is fascinating for the opportunity it provides me in taking a gazilllion photos I want, but printing is a bitch. I get beaten down on the detail. If I were to print any of my images, I want it to look the way I intended them to be viewed. So there you go, I am working on a collection of images that may somehow end up on a wall space at some distinct address. Fullerton, maybe, or is it the community center in the retirement home? Who knows. fuck it, an audience is an audience.
The Sierra Nevada is the one talking. However, when I wake up, don't beat me up with your incoherent comments about what just transpired, as above.
Have a great weekend.
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