Full and happy

Los Angeleno by birth, Northwesterner by choice, Second-hander by nature. Librarian, housebound chef, father, and lowly subject ruled over by the needs and whims of a very old house.
Partial to Mexican, Italian and Vietnamese cookery but will eat damn near anything. Collector of many strange things..the result is chaos and anarchy and a very pleasant place to live.
There is pleasure in accumulation, not just "collecting": music, books and film, in all their multi-formated glory. Outsider artists and those kinds of prints you would recognize if you took liberal studies classes in college. Cooking implements and gadgets for recipes still untried or those ventured. Glasses for most types of libations. Flowers in the garden, herbs in the pot.
It's a life of the senses and a good home life reflects that. Walking helps take in all the rest. Requires no special equipment, opens up the pores, brightens the taste buds, clears the decks for further adventures, puts on the miles, widens the eyes and helps fuel the imagination.

Live boldly, play graciously and love with all your heart knowing that true love comes only once or twice in this lifetime. Speaking of which..donde estas, Empress of my Heart?

Salud!

"Lack imagination and miss the better story" Yann Martel

"Life is a great adventure and I want to say to you, accept it in such spirit. I want to see you face it ready to do the best that lies in you to win out. To go down without complaining and abiding by the result....the worst of all fears is the fear of living." Theodore Roosevelt, Jr.

"Not I - not anyone else, can travel that road for you
You must travel it for yourself" Walt Whitman


And above all, friends should possess the rare gift of sitting. They should be able, no, eager, to sit for hours-three, four, six-over a meal of soup and wine and cheese, as well as one of twenty fabulous courses.

Then, with good friends of such attributes, and good food on the board, and good wine in the pitcher, we may well ask,

When shall we live if not now?

-From Serve it Forth,
M.F.K. Fisher


Monday, December 14, 2009

Great chart..now what to do with the info but wait!

"I'm not an old man, I'm not an old man..."

Love and life in America..when your 57-85. So far, so good. Come the end of the year I will inch ever closer to being a statistic on this chart. I figure I might as well live well until then and then see where the chips fall. Right now the chips (rather, mashed potatoes and roasted chicken) have me up at three in the morning with a bit of indigestion. I've seen more of that in recent months than I have my entire life. I'll just chalk it up to fiscal worries and financial anxieties. Hmmm. Funny. I didn't see that small malady on the chart, but then again I didn't see stats listed for fifty one year old unemployed men whose partners and children live five hundred miles away. Maybe I need to get out my glasses and look at the fine print about living and loving large.

Salud!

http://www.nytimes.com/interactive/2009/12/14/opinion/20091214_opart.html
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