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12.11.07 AM Truffles.
I need truffles. I've never had "real truffles". Of course I've had my own chocolate truffles; the ones that take forever
to temper the chocolate, add flavorful goodness, chill, shape, chill, dip and thread and then sell for a buck 33 each. Sorry
folks, Hershey choc doesn't quite cut it so - BUY THE GOOD STUFF! Seriously... or else.
Anyway, I want truffles, I
want to taste the earthy pleasure, the foreign goodness. Pan seared foie gras with no guilt. Most of us eat animals, why not
their happily fattened livers... Does a clam have any greater freedom or responsibility than a duck? Ask ken Wilber, I don't
know. Ask my son Nate, he would know... or give you an answer you'd have to process for the next week.
Nathan enables
me to stretch my mind. He feeds me the good food- food for my soul, for my mind... and I feed him our red thai curry and asian
pasta salad. Nate, I miss our conversations, and your ability to serve me exactly what I need.
Years ago, Ken Wilbur
wrote a book he named " A Brief History of Everything". When he was home this fall, Nate gave me his freshly read copy to
read. Two months later I finished the book. Two days ago I finished it and promptly started over reading the book, hopefully
this time with a preunderstanding of all the big words, concepts that stretch the mind and a reaquaitance of the soul that
has been stifeled during the ultra "flatland" of current administrations. If you hunger for the truth, read Ken Wilbur. Skip
over the Chia Pet, and anything at WalMart (of course) and Read, Ken Wilbur. Happy Holidays Nate, I miss you.
2.9.07 First if all, to dispell a rumor, the answer is no. NO we are not out of business and YES
we are totally busy. It's kinda funny, one of our customers who booked a party came in to put down a deposit and was quite
pleased to hear that the rumor was false. And, while our happy customer is on self invested damage control we journey onward.
I won't mention names but we have tracked down the source... and I know a guy from Jersey who can take care of things like
this... he mentioned somethin' about a pair of pliers and a blow torch... I have learned something from watching the Godfather
about 20 times or more.
11/26/07 Allrighty
then... Thanksgiving and Black Friday have come and gone and my digestive system is finally done screaming "uncle". Melinda
sent out some great sides for turkey day last week and I made pumpkin cheesecakes and pumpkin bread. The response has been
great and we've been getting inquiries about what we're serving for Christmas.
1.14.07
Read this and then baste on the photos below. I just acquired www.screamingpeacock.net. Just now, 11:57 pm Wed night. A brainstorm
of the past. A hidden jewel, in this fast food, "Dancin' with the Stars", pop culture, "eat this crap cause they tell you
it's good" media lie... harsh, yes but there is passion here. Screaming Peacock was my painted clothing business years ago.
I painted tee shirts, boxers, sports bras and even golf hats, (the golf hats really recked the business) and yet I was not
quite "fulfilled". Basically, I'm happiest when I'm painting, and even happier when I'm selling paintings. The spirit stays
as strong now as it did then. I'm old enough to know better...
Melinda carries an intense spirit of art and creativity
that reinforces my daily life and artist spirit. At the end the of day,,, we plan for tomorrow. Life is great. k
Very
soon, some of my most abstract words will be at www.artistruth.net. If any of this makes sense, email me... k
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