Trip hop is better in French.
Just sayin.
Now
I'm gonna get down to my boxers, hop in bed, and sleep
Or I would- but I haven't cooked any rice for tomorrow's lunch, nor have I put in my chickpeas to soak.
Meaning? ... I have prepwork to do. That's usually when I'm happiest.
I liked "I reject" almost as much as an "Icarus Rising" piece. Almost.
I explained to my dad the science and method behind cooking that you observe after practice. It's almost a zen, almost a mastery. It's pretty neat, I hope mine keeps compounding.
And yes, I'm working on a couple projects, and yes I'm being terrifically productive right now, and when I'm not working (or just on hold) I'm either playing Go against a computer opponent I've mastered (actually I switched to "GoWind" this week... that fucker is TOUGH) or practicing chopping methods in my head.
That's right, I'm thinking about chopping vegetables when you're talking. It sometimes leads to cooking methods and recipe concepts.
... is that what it is to love what you do?
