gritty musings...Bright Shiny Pennies

i saw a political ad today for some putz here in florida that basically said with little elaboration "vote for me cause I am a conservative".. don't vote for him he's liberal.... suddenly everyone wants to be a small minded self centered pin head??? i mean we aren't talking w.f. buckley conservatives...we are talking people who are afraid that the white american status quo needs to be brought back to order with the white guys in charge... seriously what is a conservative these days?...i know what a liberal is...or at least what i am...i stand for personal liberty...that differs greatly from corporate liberty...i believe we all have a stake in our government...even though we may disagree...i believe that you don't have to be a white male to get all the benefits of our constitution...i believe if rich people can pay paper taxes...then every single american gets health care...i believe just because you are Hispanic you are not a second class american...no one has

the blue water calls...the sand beckons...desayuno under a palapa...skin crackling with salt and sun...we head back to mexico...the dangerous, scary, drug adalpated..no-one speaks the english ...at least not until its time to pay...little tacaritas...pescado de isla...tequilla mas fina...this year a chance to swim with whale sharks...sleeping in a hammock on a cliff overlooking the Caribbean...i can't tell you why i can't get this place outta my mind...i loved cancun...too touristy??? yeah okay... my resorts were phenomenal...massive pools...beautiful restaurants...all the booze you could swallow...i don't tend to drink that much there...i get up early...me, the beautiful girl and a grreat book...playa del carmen... gorgeous...cut out of the jungle...our hotel was like stepping back in time...walking the deserted beaches north of town...jungle to the left of me...ohh so blue sea to the right...and now isla...a little island...we have been told it is the heaven on earth...so

It has been brought to my limited attention that I...rarely if ever talk about cooking on this blog...I guess the title is a little misleading...but i am a chef...or at least work at that capacity...and i don't know why i would rather bitch politic than share whimsical stories about the biz...or share recipes...maybe cause i do it every day...cook that is...don't get me wrong it is quite a pleasurable pre-occupation...if you like heat...my line runs between 110 and 140 these days...and cramped quarters...i work in a galley kitchen...basically a cooking and plating area of about 8x8...i basically spin from the stove to the line and back...rarely moving more than a foot at a time...the management of this particular posting is about waste and profit...i have no labor to speak of...so i watch numbers...right now we are sitting on pins waiting for the food purveyors to figure out how to drive prices of fish and seafood up due to the gulf disaster...the problem is less than 5 % of

Have you noticed that we must be reaching our saturation point on the whole oil thing?? A little less media attention than last week...sorta like the body counts in Iraq and Afghanistan seem to be represented by a short end of piece every night on the news...or how Haiti must have miraculously been rebuilt...cause we don't hear about it...New Orleans must be is back to normal... right...i mean it was five years ago...christ we have already forgotten about the life altering floods in and around Nashville...sometimes I think we get just what we deserve... politicians who are very good moving our consciousness to the next big thing...so nothing gets fixed...nothing is really dealt with...the oil has not reached my little beach town yet...the oil plumes are still travelling around the gulf...looking for a land mass to foul...but its old news i was at the beach yesterday...some tourists from Texas were walking the shoreline...looking for tar balls not shells to take home ...they were mi

looking in the mirror isn't as much fun as it used to be...now don't get me wrong...if i peek from the right angle ...in the right light...after a couple of hoegardens...i can almost...see the guy in the pictures...mostly i see my dad...which is very disconcerting...and i could workout ...as many of my friends do...and to that i say... right on you freaks...hey i just bought another gym membership...i like the gym...i walk on the treadmill...peddle the bike...i really like lifting weights...but that is kinda contradictory to the desired end...bigger i mean...someone once told me the bigger the arms the smaller the cranium...seems correct...cause there is no Einstein lookin back at me from this screen... all the things i broke all those years ago being athletic...they fuckin hurt...watchin me get up in the morning would be comical if it wasn't so damned painful... feet, shoulders, neck, hands...volleyball seemed like a great idea...but it wrecked my ankles...which in turn..