Sit Down and Type. Allergies and Life.
July 4th, 2008To start, I found some notes in a journal that I keep in my bag for randomness:
A chiffonade of mint to a staccato note to a twitter post (short, succinct but important).
An e-learning flash module to a fugue to an osso bucco. (scenes and layers, episodes of voices, layers of flavor)
A cassette tape to espagnole to PowerPC (surpassed by CD, surpassed by demi-glace, surpassed by Intel chips)
Random streams of consciousness. I’m in bed, looking out of my window and into a sky that has a washed out “paint water” color about it. The nights are warmer now, so the comforter and pillows #3 & #4 will eventually be pushed onto the floor by morning. I’ll be working the holiday tomorrow, so by 7:30AM at the latest, I will be in the shower singing songs from Boyz II Men’s CoolyHighHarmony album. I’ve been adopting more organic and skin sensitive products because of the damage my hands have received from being in a commercial kitchen and culinary school. S’all good. Should be going to an allergist the next day off I have.
Allergies. I really don’t have many worries in my life (which may or may not be a good thing), but the one thing I fear are undiagnosed allergies that I’m afflicted with. Jaclyn knows what I’m talking about. What if I am unable to eat shellfish? No shrimp paella, fish tacos, sushi, caviar or clam chowder. If I’m allergic to mangoes… there goes certain ceviches, fruit salads, delicious desserts and mango lassis.
Honestly, I’d rather not know. But what if I’m just afraid of the unknown in general? Well, no, I doubt it. I *did* move to SF in a month’s time and I *am* living with a girl in a new city that I honestly didn’t know for more than a year (and substantially less in a romantic fashion). I think I actually *like* jumping into the abyss. Making new friends, absorbing new cultures (in this case the endlessly interesting fashion industry) and adding another reference point to perhaps triangulate what I want out of life.
But what is it that I want? 2 years and 2 cities later, I have chunks of my life that I’d like to be realized, but there are so many things in the air right now… so many paths to take… so many ways to live. I know I can succeed. I’m able to put my head down and work, but I’m also able to keep my chin up and lead. My mind is craving something bigger than myself. I want to be planning while I’m doing laundry. I want to be calculating on the bus ride home. I just want to work.
Wish me luck sleeping through pre-4th firework antics. Hee hee.
G’nite
~Spec











