Imperialism + Mom's Birthday

Yesterday was 911 and I didn't acknowledge it on purpose. I know this is going to sound terribly unpatriotic, but the US has been playing dirty little games in the Mid-East for over a century now, and 911 is a direct reaction to OUR actions. I feel sorry for the innocent people who lost their lives, and their loved ones who will never be the same because of the terrorist attack on the twin towers. But, if we're looking to blame someone we should look internally at our politicians who have led us down the path of imperialism and continue to pursue a strategy of nation building.

Today is my mother Mary's birthday. This is always a sad day for me, but a happy day to remember what it is to have someone who loves you unconditionally. Her devotion and wisdom still inspire me to this day.

I have a great picture of her from dated 1939 on the shelf over the computer in her waitress uniform with one of her best friends, Dottie Padilka's arm around her shoulder.They looked liek they were having fun. Dot and Mary worked at the Hotel Green in Danbury, CT. She went to work there when she was 16. Mom was a high school drop out like me. She wanted to be a concert pianist, but her stern Polish parents were afraid that the depression wolf would return. "Go to work, make money, fuck dreams", they said. My grandparents owned a bar in the Polish district of town, one street. I have photos of Mary all over the house.

She is the one who taught me how to cook among other things. She loved food so much, and she loved to cook and eat her own food more than anyone else's cuisine. She did it all when it came to the restaurant. When my old lady was on duty you didn't have to worry if things were going to run smoothly.

If I didn't dally after my studies at St. Greg's I could catch her before she went to work. Many times she would make me polish her white waitress shoes, and I'd smell the polish to cop a little buzz. Man, the things you think about. Love you Ma.

I need to get in some good exercise today because I'll be in a car driving all day tomorrow, same Sunday. Next week is no bullshit, serious exercise, and serious considerations when it comes to food intake. I'm getting this fucking extra 30 pounds of lard off my ass, or I'll be a hell of a lot closer to 180 than I am now by Jan. 1st.

Peace,

Make Food/Not War

Food consumption;

Breakfast; 2 poached eggs, potato pancake w/gouda cheese, 1 piece of wheat toast, coffee, soy and 1 sugar

Lunch; nothing

Dinner; 1/2 pizza w/anchovies, 3 pickles, and a turkey sandwich

Exercise; 6.5 miles walking