The Eleventh Little Indian Boy

Thursday, May 09, 2002:

In response to an entry posted from the personal files of one T-Milbrae.....Yeah, I think there are some people who work for the city( animal control?) that spend a good portion of their day cleaning up road kill. The reason I know is that I once met this sculptor guy, through a mutual friend, that made his creations solely from dead animals. Mainly road kill and other specimens that he could find or get to before the city workers did. When we were chatting I was pretty sure that my chain was being yanked the whole time, but it turned out that he was really serious. I looked at my friend and she just smiled and shook her head in agreement. I've only met this guy like twice in my life, and have so far been priviledged to never set eyes on any of his projects. Under the eternal banner of....to each his/her own....I guess that it would be politically correct to call him an artist ( in a morbid/creepy way of course). Still, when push comes to shove.....in my mind.....dude is crazy. He comes near any of my pets......I'm gonna make HIM into a statue. You know? Haha.

Anyways......Recapping the tail end of a surprisingly viscous week: Fighting a serious case of the grind / not too thrilled with Honda right about now / TGIF baby, Eating alot better recently / no more 99cent fillet o' nasties / steamed broccoli....MMmmmm, Didn't get to see the Spidey movie / what's up with chabot? / if the show is going to cost anywhere near the obscene amount of full price.....then I'm sure as heck going to see it at a premium theater, Serious love goes out to that Japanese restaurant on 32nd and Noriega out near the DDD's / Katsu Udon with fresh Sake Sushi......yum yum, Recently published books that I would like to read: America's Prince, Billy Graham: A Tribute from his Friends, The Mafia Cookbook ( not recent/I just discovered), People who wear sandals rock!!

So I found myself sitting in the lobby of this flame retardant company earlier this week, waiting to have a bunch of our old fire extinguishers from work recharged and retagged. After chatting with some of the employees for a bit, I decided to have a seat and began sifting through a strange stack of magazines....no not strange like that....haha. They were all centered around either the restaurant business or hunting and firearms. I know....whats up with that? Looking for a new edge I started reading this restauranting weekly and discovered some interesting information......

For starters do you know how HUGE the McDonald's Corp really is? I mean...they own....a pizza chain ( can't remember the name/mainly on the eastern seaboard), Chipotle's fancy schmancy burritos, Boston Market, and a 33% stake in an upstart called Pret-a-manger (French for ready to eat) with option to aquire more in the future. I knew they were big....but man!! This totally provided more ammo for my theory that in time the world is going to be controlled by 4 or 5 super companies who literally either own or have a hand in everything. Anyone familiar with a little corporation by the name of UMBRELLA? Also: Burger King is the only chain that uses 100% american beef, ground beef usually comes from cows that are too old to be running around with the herd, and there is a restauranting business hall of fame....I'm dead serious. Maybe I should have grabbed the gun and deer magazine.

The coolest part of the experience was that of the many extinguishers I had to lug in and get certified, there were 4 that we didn't end up needing so I got to keep them all. Full sized...fully charged....ready to go. I haven't had the best of luck with fire extinguishers in the past, so I'm probably not going to keep them all. Let me know if you need one. I got the hook up.





LIB // 1:00 PM

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Monday, May 06, 2002:

Its pretty neat how there are so many "Pearls of Wisdom" that we randomly discover throughout the course of our days. I , for one, have certainly amassed enough to put together a decently sized necklace...or two. The latest in a seemingly endless line of do it yourself jewelry......when you attempt to shake up a bottled Starbucks Frappucino....always make sure that the lid is on TIGHT. And it also helps if you're not driving or conversing with someone while driving. That way you will definately be able to enjoy a cool refreshing beverage rather than a coffee syrup facial coupled with brown splatches all over your favorite red shirt. Confucious definately says......in times of embarassment through stupidity.....make sure there are no witnesses.....and if there are.....you just have to sit back and have a good laugh...=)

In the latest edition of rewind: Plenty of rest / solid 8 all the way baby!!, Full court hoops with the fellas / jabrone juke and smack special / stroke is still there.....rest of game has gone kaput, Mavs vs. Kings / why is Najera playing more than Wang?, Chowed down Japanese style.....therefore hooked up with a Shaq Pack down the line / accompanying cheese dip tasted like melted slices of american, Lots of reading and writing on a lazy Sun. afternoon, can anyone beat the Lakers? / can anyone outside of Mighty MC stop Kobe? Spiritual Dicipline....gonna have to start going to morning service to hear this series, Dinner at Powell's soul food....see commentary below, I love RMX....track 13....the neverending story!!!

Here's a little story that is within itself indeed. Got to go to Powell's on Sunday. It was my first time getting even close enough to get a whiff of SOUL FOOD since relocating out to the left coast. The decor of the place was very authentic ( I spent grades 2 through 12 in the creole hot bed of New Orleans, La....so I definatley know the skinny), right down to the uniforms that the kitchen and waiting staff were wearing. A montage of pictures and relics celebrating black history in a number of fields ranging from music to art to sporting accomplishments. Then there was the food. I found that the menu was a bit pricey, but there was a wide selection of entrees, sides, desserts, and some of the best ghetto lemonade I have ever tasted. Smothered Chicken, Roast Beef, Fried Chicken, Mashed Potatos, Swiss Steak, Sweet Corn Bread Muffins (Right on TC...I think that dude ate like 5 of those bad boys)......Aaawwwewwrrrggggg (My best Homer Simpson drooling/moaning like an idiot over food voice). The only thing that would have made it even better would be if they didn't run out of Collard Greens and Sweet Potato pie. Definately the pie.

The funniest part of the evening had to be JY representing the ....shoot....I don't know what the heck he was representing....but he definately earned my respect by downing a huge plate of Chitterlings as his entree. For those of you who don't know about "Chit'lins", as the local folk like to call them, they basically are pigs intestines cooked in some intensified southern way that surely are an aquired taste. I've had them a few times in my life and still haven't developed the palate or stomach to eat as much as this guy did. Oh....and they smell REALLY bad too. Rancid. Like something crawled into his mouth while asleep and died. I guess you had to have been there to get a better picture...but trust me...N to the A from the S round the T to the Y!!!

Planning to check out Spiderman tomorrow evening. I heard that it grossed 110 million over the weekend. Highest grossing debut of all time yet....eclipsing Harry Potter's still young mark of 93 million(?). WOW.....I heard its a pretty good film and all....but all I have to say about that is.....Episode II: Attack of the Clones.....things are about to get jiggy young skywalker.







LIB // 12:52 PM

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