The End Of The World

So, tomorrow we get the answer to the big question which, for so many people, for so long ago, obsessed about, the end of the Mayan calendar.

The Mayan calendar and the version that we now use are completely different, but funny enough tomorrow is the winter solstice, which would have been a big day in the Mayan world, or any world for that matter, and it is an interesting coincidence. The fact that the prediction is on the longest day of darkness on earth alone is significant. Ancient civilization's world revolved around the sun, the stars, and the universe.  So does ours, we just fucking forget about it.

We can't really say what they knew with the whole end of the calendar thing, but they probably got wiped out by some virus, smallpox or something in that league. You're sick for two days and then your gone. Maybe they just got tired of making calendars, and sacrificing their people to the gods, and decided to call it splitzville.

I can't say how many predictions about the end of the world I have lived through in the past 60 years, but it's in the double digits for sure. One thing I know is that we are an arrogant race who think we know everything, but don't know squat.

I'm really starting this blog in a dark mood. Sorry about that, but I have to finish the thought. Hey, I didn't start all this Mayan shit. It does give me something to write about today.

Now, the prediction that the world will end tomorrow has been downgraded over the last few years to "A big change is coming, or a shift in the planet" or some bullshit like that. We could say that about everyday couldn't we?  

Personally, I hope it does end because my workload for the holidays' is brutal. Anyone who follows this stupid insipid blog knows that I'm actually a capped crusader who takes care of animals by day, and moonlights as a "chef" by knight. I work 7 days a week, plain and simple. Animals take no vacations, but their owners do, and that's where I come in. I'm on the upswing now, so hang on.

I love my job, because I love animals. They're always excited to see me when I show up, which I can't say about all the people in the world,  and they are much easier to deal with than us humans. Other than being a paid working musician, restaurant owner, or maybe a film maker, this is the job for me. I have had animals my whole life. Rocco, my father, taught me how to train dogs when I was fairly young. I always had a dog, cats, raccoons, hamsters, guinea pigs, frogs (possibly my most favorite creature on the planet), turtles, birds, bugs, you name it, I had it. My sister Roxanne had a de-funked pet skunk.

Anyway, that's my story, work. As mother Mary would say; "No rest for the wicked." This is what I get for being a hobo anarchist in my youth. "Retire when your young, and work when your old. You're only young once, old last forever." That's what Rocco always said. I'm happy I have a job where I am my own boss, and I'm very grateful that I don't have to work for some asshole or some fucked up corporation. If you do, my deepest heartfelt sympathy, not kidding. There is nothing worse than being stuck in a job where everyday you want to quit, walk out into the fresh air, and go do something that you've always wanted to do. I've been there. I had 9 different jobs one year, and I quit everyone of them, telling each asshole what I thought of him. Very liberating. That was the same year I started my pet sitting business. Just a about over a year out of culinary school.

Like an episode of the Andy Griffith show there's a moral to this story, or as George Thorogood usta say; "This is a song with a message.

Don't waste your precision little time here on earth worrying about the end of the world.  If you wake up tomorrow I'm sure the world will still be here. If not, well,  then we really don't have anything to worry about do we?.

Go to your fancy job, live, live!

Peace,

Make Food/Not War


Food Consumption Today Dec. 20th, 2012

Breakfast; Yogurt, 2 pieces of herb bread with butter...man did it taste delicious

Lunch: Honey baked turkey sandwich with herb bread again and no veggies. My treat to me.

Snacks; nuts, banana, apple, blue agave drink, apple, mint tea with agave

Dinner; Eat out tonight with our dear old friend Dr. Barry Gump, the king of the enology
             Chem Profs. More treats to myself.


Exercise: 2 miles on the trail, 3.5 miles on the street

Parting Words: Tomorrow