December 2008
volt(aggio).
one of volt’s two chefs. we ate in the chef’s dining room, only four tables and all of the wonderful commotion of the kitchen. we had the choice of either a five course or a seven course menu. we all decided on the five.
seasonal red and yellow beets, baby mesclun, whipped goat cheese with a beet sorbet curl, and aged balsamic vinaigrette.
carrot soup with goat cheese croutons,...
break
winter break really is just that — a chance to break away from the tedious and depressingly consistant school days i live through. i’ve been reading and trying to push stress farther and farther away from my train of thought, however i cannot seem to completely expel the emotion altogether. it lingers with the gigantic text book that occupies a fourth of my desk. in actuality, the...
you're a stranger i know well
i want to stay awake
i want to experience some
creation
fixation
destruction
and i believe that
sleep
is a metaphor for death and
awareness
is a metaphor for reality
and i know that
happiness is succession to
depression
and i will succeed.
this is the most pointless piece of writing.
i’m tired. i have bruises everywhere from a mix of painful experiences and my back doesn’t bend anymore. we all keep making mistakes and hurting each other, or even ourselves. i’m spiraling farther into the antisocial person i am, and farther away from the interesting people who surround me. my feet hurt and my eyesight is blurring. i have a burn on my left index finger from beef...
my head hurts;
move the apostrophe over.
you are my four leaf clover.
