Leaf Cuisine

Found a great place called Leaf in Culver City, CA. It's a "raw" eatery. No meat, no dairy, no animal products, period. Food was very tasty. A friend hipped me to the joint.

Their food is all natural, vegatarian fare. They've a wakame dish that's rather nice. And they have some nifty smoothies as well.

If you're ever in the area, give it a try. Check them out at www.leafcuisine.com.

Being a little "Grey".

I am a sensitive man. Sometimes, too sensitive. It is a gift and a curse. A gift because I can feel things that others cannot. I know things others fail to perceive. I understand things others cannot or do not comprehend. Unfortunately, for me, this curse of sensitivity causes a pain that no one can understand. Even those who are (as) sensitive cannot know the anguish I often experience - it's different for everyone. It is a detriment that I wish I could cut out with a dull spoon.

As I watched Grey's Anatomy tonight (it was the season finale), I realized a few things. It is better than chocolate. It is better than any show I currently watch (and that includes Heroes); it is better than those shitty reality shows that plague the airwaves; it is better than everything. It is my favourite show and I am happy to say that it rips apart my fragile emotions. It reminds me of things that are important to me. Yes, even television shows can be useful and educational, if even to ourselves. They may not cure cancer, save humanity or even bandage a boo boo but they are useful.

The word 'extraordinary' was tossed about in the show and I changed my profile to reflect how I feel about myself. Tonight's episode reminded me that I am extraordinary, just as Grey is. And you may laugh at that. You may even find me a bit mad or just a tad off my rocker. But who cares what you think? I certainly don't. I'm too involved with myself at the moment to care.

I am a sensitive man. And an extraordinary man. And Grey's Anatomy is one kickass show. And whatever you have to say, positive or otherwise, doesn't matter because the only thing that matters is what I say or think. To me.

Wow..

I'm finally finished with my first ever online college course. I don't know if I ever want to take an 8 week online course again.... especially an English course.

I think I did pretty well.. I finished it.. that's pretty good, right? I ended up missing one essay and another assignment. I'm not perfect, just close to it. ;-) Yeah, but.. the small assignments are where the points are at and I did pretty well throughout -- I always managed to do better than the average, except for a few. I'm glad it's finally done. Short classes are pretty hard, especially when you wait until the day the assignments are due to actually do them. I guess that's what makes it a challenge. And boy.. was I challenged. It was actually a good class.. with an idealistic instructor. Gotta love them. I think instructors should keep their views out of the class. Don't get me wrong, I really liked my instructor. I think she was really cool, unique and well-intentioned. She got me to think a lot. Sorta reminded me of someone I once knew. But, please.. keep the liberal, unrealistic ideology out. Unless it's a philosophy class.. then we can discuss. I can't wait to take one of those. Off-topic.

Wait. I'm liberal. But.. Still. Zip it. :-) Damn it! Where's my KPFK sticker?? Anyway..

On to other things.

My half-brother was in town. He lives in London and came to the States for a wee visit. We hung out a few of the days he was here. Went and saw the grandparents, had dinner, some drinks. It's weird to try and relate to someone I never grew up with, never knew until pretty much last year. I mean.. I want to know him, but.. I'm not going to die if I don't, ya know? But he and I had these really interesting, deep conversations. The man is insanely smart. It runs in the genes, I guess.


Stand up comedy.. yeah.. tonight was awesome! Some nights, I just hit the mark.. Most nights, I can't even hit the side of the earth.

I'm thinking about taking an improv class. A co-worker of mine's brother-in-law is an improv teacher. He teaches at UCLA, in fact. Despite that flaw (I come from a family that all either went to SC or has something to do with the school.. so FIGHT ON!), I think I'll have to check him out.

Nothing exists

I was thinking about it and.. reality is nothing exists. Time doesn't exist. Rules don't exist. Nothing.

Think about it sometime.

..Oh..

And M, I'll have a purity test up sometime soon. I've been too busy.. Finals, ya know. :)

In case you're wondering...

I found a wonderful YouTube video with many quotes from atheists (and some deists). This was one of my favorites:

"It is far better to grasp the universe as it really is than to persist in delusion, however satisfying and reassuring." --Carl Sagan


In case you're wondering.. Yes, I am.

PS: Micki from Mickipedia.com is not only an atheist, she is hot. And brilliant!

Seriously..

I'm trying to figure out what I can do to contribute to social change.

"Have blog. Will comment."

Until now, I've just commented, ranted, bitched, moaned, whined, complained about things. I've probably written a thing or two that has probably made someone think (while others just got angry. Oh well.). But it isn't enough.

What I should be doing is asking questions and offering solutions to common, everyday issues. Or, maybe offering tidbits on what one can do to buck the system. Sometimes, throwing monkey wrenches willy nilly can be good, too. But, I wouldn't suggest doing what people from Earth First! do. It may be a Hummer, but it's somebody's Hummer. Burning a dealership full of them doesn't solve a thing. It just pisses the wrong people off and pollutes the air (all that fire and stuff, ya know).

What I should be doing... Let me rephrase. What I COULD be doing. Should is the wrong word.

Ok. I'm over it now. Social change will occur with or without me. But, if someone has a good cause, contact me. I'm up for jumping someone else's train.

Oh.. my gawd!

My tagline for this blog is..

"Sometimes you just gotta say.. WTF?"

And I'm saying that now.. What the fuck?!

I had made a comment about my 1000 words of bullshit. And after seeing the grade, I have to say.. what the fuck?

I nearly fell over in disbelief. 86 / 100. WTF?

An essay that took me less than 3 hours to hastily research, write and submit. I have to tell ya.. I'm absolutely astonished that I didn't get a grade worse than that. I should have failed. Really. I'm telling you - I'm not very impressed with my own essay. It's.. terrible!

I am complaining that I got a good grade because, honestly, I don't think I deserve it.

I think I'm in shock.

Anyway.. it is what it is. I still have another essay to write.. one on stereotypes. The premise is a little hard and I'm finding it difficult to articulate what it is I want to express. This one will be a challenge.

On to other notes..

I'm in something called the Ultimate Laugh Down which is coming up next week. And I need to write my material, practice and practice some more. I've decided that I need to be more edgy. I'm a pissed off guy who has rather off-beat opinions.. and they're full of fallacies, even. I like that about my shit.. They're logically questionable, but people don't give a shit as long as they agree. Let's face it - no one really cares about my sensitivity jokes, the gay shit or even the clever wit. And they certainly don't care about the lack of confidence I've been having (due to my not practicing or knowing my material to the best of my ability). My workshop instructor says that I need to explore the stuff that really pisses me off, the stuff that I am passionately displeased with (which is almost everything these days). I'm uncomfortable talking about these things and, frankly, I don't want to be judged. But, at the same time, it's fodder that can make people laugh. And they can relate. So, I'm going to start writing about it. And I'm going to see where it takes me because the sensitive, nice guy bullshit needs to stop and because no one.. NO ONE... deserves my compassion. NO ONE deserves my kindness. No one but me, anyway. And maybe a few select people. It's how it has to be. No one likes a pussy. And it's unfortunate because it's a stereotype I seem to be all too familiar with.