Thursday, August 31, 2006
summer of lurve
there were more hook-ups this summer than a haggle of hooks hooked onto hooked hangers. cupid probably got some arrows on wholesale and decided to shoot 'em all before the expiry date. i, unfortunately, too, have been dumb-struck by one of them arrows. i'm not sure if words can do justice to describe her beauty. at first sight, i knew that we had a special bond, like that of foot fungus and toe jam. behold...
yes, i couldn't believe it either when i had my first bite...sterling steaks are probably the most affordable and delicious steak for a student's budget. i still whole-heartedly believe that Kobe beef is the best (albeit i've never tried it), but sterlings are second to none. the marbling is very thorough and the texture is a tender cross between a filet and a prime. it brings me tears of happiness, even as i type this.
i aorta you, ms. sterling steak.
de-briefing summer:
textbooks
kerygma/pneumatos
men's night/sausage fests/numerous bbq's
game's night
summerlicious
minor prophets
wild at heart
cooking classes
many-a-birthdays
finally had the guts to talk to
bon echo
algonquin
cottage
rrsp
relatively cheap gas
tehillah
...(and more to come)
Thursday, August 17, 2006
Flint. Fuel. Fire.
Courage is almost a contradiction in terms. It means a strong desire to live taking the form of a readiness to die. "He that will lose his life, the same shall save it," is not a piece of mysticism for saints and heroes. It is a piece of everyday advice for sailors or mountaineers. It might be printed in an Alpine guide or a drill book. The paradox is the whole principle of courage; even of quite earthly or quite brutal courage. A man cut off by the seas may save his life if he will risk it on the precipice. He can only get away from death by continually stepping within an inch of it. A soldier surrounded by enemies, if he is to cut his way out, needs to combine a strong desire for living with a strange carelessness about dying. He must not merely cling to live, for then he will be a coward, and will not escape. He must not merely wait for death, for then he will be a suicide, and will not escape. He must seek his life in a spirit of furious indifference to it; he must desire life like water and yet drink death like wine." G.K. Chesterton
Monday, August 07, 2006
A battle to fight.
An adventure to live.
A beauty to rescue.
have you ever read a book, and like...the author uses your name...but he's not talking about you...but you can relate to the person the author's talking about...?
check it:
There is nothing so inspiring to a man as a beautiful woman. She'll make you want to charge the castle, slay the giant, leap across the parapets. Or maybe, hit a home run. One day during a Little League game, my son Samuel was so inspired. He likes baseball, but most boys starting out aren't sure they really have it in them to be a great player. Sam's our firstborn, and like so many firstborns he is cautious. He always lets a few pitches go by before he takes a swing, and when he does, it's never a full swing; every one of his hits up till this point were in the infield. Anyway, just as Sam steps up to bat this one afternoon, his friend from down the street, a cute little blonde girl, shows up along the first-base line. Standing up on tiptoe she yells out his name and waves to Sam. Pretending he doesn't notice her, he broadens his stance, grips the bat a little tighter, looks at the pitcher with something fierce in his eye. First one over the plate he knocks into center field. A man wants to be the hero to the beauty. [W@H]
i've tried being like the said character in the excerpt in the past, but my hits always stay in the in-field. so if i ever hit a HR after a fair maiden cheers for me, i know i must pursue her like a banchee with an orange stuck to his left ear-lobe.
man alive, last night's sausage-fest was brilliant. 200 wings. XBox 360, GameCube, Poker, testosterone...what more can you ask for?
