As I move forward with my plans to publish my stories this page will be seeing some improvements. As some of you may have noticed I removed some of my stories that I was posting, these stories will be available at a later date as I have them edited and revised for publishing.
This time of year can be very stressful to the inexperienced cook. If you find yourself in such a predicament shoot me an email with your problem and I will attempt to offer you advice on the dinner or dish in question. I can generally look at a recipe and offer ways to tweak it and make it better. Feel free to ask away I am happy to help. I also have a few recipes on hand that I would love to share just let me know what you are looking for and i will try to help.
Till next time,
Be well and be aware.
Friday, November 18, 2011
Wednesday, November 9, 2011
In this time of civil unrest and disobedience I am left with but one emotion. Hell Ya!!! My entire life I have known that something was wrong, that the world was an illusion. What do you mean by illusion you may ask? Well an illusion is a trick a form of misdirection if you will. When the world was introduced to the 24 hour news media in the late eighties the game changed. We now had master illusionists with more time that ever to influence the ready to follow masses. As this social oddity became the norm, stories seemed to sensationalize, turning from the objective viewpoint, to the ratings minded news conglomerates. My earliest memory of reality T.V. was the Oliver North trial. I was too young to follow the trial in any meaningful way but I remember thinking it odd that it took up so much air time. Then came O.J. which opened the flood gates to this strange social phenomena of keeping us, the people so entranced in the lives of famous people that our ideas of reality shifted. This willingness to be pacified gave the powers that be, a freedom they had never experienced in this country. Next thing you know bills are being signed and legislation is being passed before they are even read. What are the news corporations doing? Sure they are covering it, but the headline stories are of fear and doom, this keeps the population too drained and tired to evaluate what is happening right under their noses, from their elected officials whose sworn duty is to represent them. In my humble opinion I think the whole lot should be fired, lets get some real people in the office not the same old families and the same old money. I challenge you to take the time and occupy the thoughts and ideas of your friends and loved one by planting the seeds of compassion and wisdom, through your actions and words. March on my friends, let your voices ring, do not give up, and do not falter, our time has finally come!!!
Be well and be aware
Be well and be aware
Tuesday, November 8, 2011
Till next time my friends be well and be aware.
Saturday, November 5, 2011
Large drops of rain tapped angrily at the stained glass windows, black droplets formed into rivers which crisscrossed back and forth across the colorful mosaic. Distant thunder rumbled and growled across the evening landscape. Cencio sat hunched over a large document uncurled across the top of his massive mahogany desk. His fingers hovered just above the brightly painted Egyptian hieroglyphs which covered the surface of the ancient manuscript which he dared not touch. Cencio's eyes danced over each hieroglyph, each flash of lightning filled the room with liquid shadows which cascaded down the cold stone walls. A loud knock at the door woke Cencio up from his studies.
“Enter,” Cencio commanded, his voice was dry and weak. The large oak door opened quietly, a small bald head peaked timidly through the threshold.
“Cardinal Cencsio,” his bald sweaty head bowed. “The counsel sent me to...ah...They request your presence,” His eyes shifted back to the ground to stare at the colorful carpet adorning the floor.“Tell them I will come when I am prepared!” Cencio slammed his fist down hard on his desk, pain shot up his arm, stealing his breath away. The small head disappeared with the door closing as quietly as it had been opened.