Sunday night creeps into Monday morning ... a day of football, the kardashian wedding part I, and Sunday night HBO premium cable programming including 'Hung' and 'How to Make it in America' ... gosh, how those shows mirror my life! Especially the Kardashians ... i can relate Chloe, i can relate.
alright now, so what is next for us ... we've talked a bit about the great day in bay area sports ... and the early evening residue and stank from a day spent watching nfl football ... well, then in a desperate attempt to cleanse and reconnect and regain favor with the lady, i took her out on a Sunday evening drive -- and after about 2 hours of escapading and navagating the jammed up streets of san fran resulting in the confluence of multiple major events including the denomoust of fleet week, columbus day / italian heritage celebration in north beach, and something which seemed to resemble an impromptu shakespeare recital from some of the local Haight street drifters ... (im not hating, have to encourage my fellow artists and creative types) ... we end up at Sushi Boat for an incredible spectacle of small dishes of sushi floating on tiny boats chained together motored by some imperseptable and certainly ingenious aparatus circling around the chefs preparing their masterful dishes / the boat's cargo ... the lady had some tasty small dishes, while i went off the menu for the rainbow roll and beef udan ... good stuff. and yes, of course, the lady and i almost crashed and came to our faitful end while navagating the grand sloping streets of san fran and trying to choose a destination in the maze and frenzy that was this sunny Sunday ...
there was another sort of air in san fran beyond the festivities and fairs that smelled of something resembling hope and celebration for a team / franchise all but pronounced dead and a walking zombie for the last decade ... smash mouth mike singletary football a thing of the past, no more niner billboards promising victory and a new era of great things to come - mike's face pulsating, ready to explode ... forget the other ten head coaches in the last ten years ... all this, perhaps behind us ... as there was a glimpse, a smell, sniff, whiff of something resembling a real functioning, competetive, potentially good professional football team in the frisco (and yes to all you native san franners i know these abbreviations of sf are just killing you, as my native gf san friscanite attests to and condemns myself upon uttering with great disdain and horror) ...
and to all you Raider fans, i did mean no disrespect in my Saturday blog and eulogy r.i.p. al ... in fact, with the utmost respect to a creepy senile old man ... i mean a genius and rags to riches, loyal and loving, father, founder, brother and friend ... the raiders live on and in your memory they march to victory and will play in honor of al ... except jamarcus russel, he will not play in honor of anyone because he is addicted to codeine and is 5000 pounds somewhere sweating in his rocking chair outside louisiana, throwing 90 yard touchdown bombs to any given passer by who wishes to play catch, but overthrowing and underthrowing everything else, and sometimes just throwing it away for the hell of it or because he thought he heard a cat but really it is the codene hallucinations ... no disrespect jamarcus, i apologize, for yee do have more athleticism in your pinky than i do in my pinky ... i hear you play a good pickup basketball ...
my new angle, and promotion for this blog is a desperate man, with Gewn Knapp like insight and mastery of all things sports journalism related and Hunter S. Thompson esc pyschoses and creativity, working to not work, to not get a 'real' job ... following passion, zeal, interest, weilding his only weapon, most finely crafted tool of trade - the writers pen, you know, the old feather ink kind ... or think, typwriter, dark room, candle ... now, lets bump that up to modernity and add a couple of flat screen tvs ... and then of course, a pig roasting, revolving, suckinling upon an apple -- yes my friends, it is everything we have ever wanted ... food and sports; at least just for a little bit, until other realities creep in like a cold shower awakening us from our slumber of ...
so, that being said, do we have any comments ... i will like to hear some rapping that is not my own to fuel the conversation and not make me feel like a narcistic asshole, which is mostly the nature of the blog or journaling ... or maybe it is just me, too much time stowed away in my thrid floor apartment, isolated oft on weekdays without a job and the commoradorie of the workplace ... my new bffs, tony kornhowser at 2:30 pti, my friends from nfl live at 1pm, the whiley bunch from around the horn at 2pm ... it is good days
homemade granola recipe - oatmeal oats, nuts / seeds, sugar or hone, olive oil, water; cook until browned over. apparently bread and yogurt are also pretty easy to make and cut the costs the grocery bills substantially over time ... tips from the unemployed, and others struggling financially.
beans and rice make a super protein, together, that is why so many vegis and latin american countries rely on them as an affordable dietary staple and serve together ... lime on corn tortillas add special and significant nutrients ... Marite explained this all to me from her medical studies ... interesting ey?
just made some amazing lentals ... actually made yesterday during the raider and san fran game, spanning both ... simple, affordable, tasty - just heat lentals, and sautee vegis and meet and spices, than add to lentals while cooking, cook together for 20 minutes. I like corn, carrots, potatoes, tofu, pork shoulder (cheap good protein source), onions, garlic, peppers to add to my lentals (not all in one dish necessarily).
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