Fuse, Spikes and Heads

Hey. Nothing excellent to report.

Today I woke up at 1:00 pm because I am on restaurant time. I then went to the golf course with my brother and some people from work. We then hit golf balls for an hour or so. It was fun.

I do not think that a good way to spread your religion is to shout at people and say things like "THE END IS NEAR!!!", but I do think that if someone asks what you believe and why you believe it, you should be able to tell them, and tell them wicked good, or say nothing.. Somehow I was able to do the former, in of all places a busy kitchen to someone my age and of the opposite sex without getting laughed at. A year or so I could not have done this, and that is because I did not know what I believed or why I believed it. What I thought I believed, I would have been embarrassed to tell anyone, but it is strange how a year of learning stuff can change how you see your religion in relation to the world, and just how seriously you take the whole idea.

It is weird, but in all my previous forays into the food and beverage industry, I came away with the notion that I could do just as well without it. However, now I am not so sure. There is something about it that I like.. Food is somewhat of a hobby of mine, and I would be quite stuck without it. Even in a crappy job like washing dishes and cleaning floors and other surfaces, there is a philosophical edge.. To see dirty things made clean again is good for the soul. It gives hope to a world full of Russians and Georgians that everything, no matter how covered in cheese and BBQ sauce can be good again... That no matter how gross a floor may be, there is not only the hope that it will be shiny and sanitary again, but the certainty. Also, no matter how much value Putin may place on human life, or how much value a busy cook may place on a rusty baking tray; with a little elbow grease, both things can be as they should..


On a somewhat lighter note, aren't world politics tragically funny? I am speaking of Gordon Brown, the British prime minister, who according to legend got the job through the offer of free pies. In protest of China's treatment of Tibet, he boycotted the opening ceremony of the Olympics.. However, he made it quite clear that he would be attending the closing ceremony.. The only pleasure I get from the Olympics is the funny international drama, or should I say draMao.......... Oh dear.. Oh dear. I am really really sorry for that..There is no excuse, and if we were living somewhere less free, I really would deserve some sort of public electroshock treatment.