Oh let the Sun beat down upon my face, stars to fill my dreams

I am a traveler of both time and space, to be where I have been 

To sit with elders of the gentle race, this world has seldom seen 

They talk of days for which they sit and wait and all will be revealed 

Talk and song from tongues of lilting grace, whose sounds caress my ear 

But not a word I heard could I relate, the story was quite clear 

Oh, oh. 

Oh, I been flying... mama, there ain't no denyin' 

I've been flying, ain't no denyin', no denyin' 

All I see turns to brown, as the sun burns the ground 

And my eyes fill with sand, as I scan this wasted land 

Trying to find, trying to find where I've been. 

Oh, pilot of the storm who leaves no trace, like thoughts inside a dream 

Heed the path that led me to that place, yellow desert stream 

My Shangri-La beneath the summer moon, I will return again 

Sure as the dust that floats high in June, when movin' through Kashmir. 

Oh, father of the four winds, fill my sails, across the sea of years 

With no provision but an open face, along the straits of fear 

Ohh. 

When I'm on, when I'm on my way, yeah 

When I see, when I see the way, you stay-yeah 

Ooh, yeah-yeah, ooh, yeah-yeah, when I'm down... 

Ooh, yeah-yeah, ooh, yeah-yeah, well I'm down, so down 

Ooh, my baby, oooh, my baby, let me take you there 

Let me take you there. Let me take you there

Take that Justin Bieber, you little twat. 

What to eat...

A question that has plagued every living critter since the dawn of "critters".  I read "The Omnivore's Dilemma", and I know what challenges I face.  There was, and still is, a time where we all ate what we could.  Whatever critter you are, you ate/eat what you found that was edible.  What was in front of you.  Every creature has to work for it's food, whether you earn the money to buy McDonald's or you are a single cell working your way through a Petri dish.  Sometimes, I feel more like that.

Here's the "Omnivore's Dilemma".  What do you eat when you feel like you have to behave yourself?  What do you eat when you don't have a strong culture to back it up?  Are you Indian?  Are you Asian?  Are you Arabic, or Mediterranean?  Are you Latin?  Are you Greek?  Yiddish?  Italian?  What is your food identity?  Esp. when your food identity is all of the above, and includes dishes that might hail from another planet?

So tonight, I attempt something like Lomo Saltado.  A little more Asian, a little more Greek.  Wtf?  If it tastes good, I'll eat it.  Decision done!

Blahg

And... so it begins.  The rantings and thoughts of a self proclaimed nihilistic post-prophetic noodle junkie.  Aka, a brain without enough arms.  Oh wait, that's somebody else I know...  I'm just a Gigolo, an' everywhere I go, people know the part I'm playin'...

Welcome to my world.