1:20 am
I went out to dinner with my Dad, to a place called "Brooklyn's". It's a seafood restaurant,
specializing in salmon. Right now, it's the salmon FESTIVAL. So, I ended up eating a lot of (no! no!) salmon.
Also on the menu were oysters. It detailed how the oysters were raised, where they were from, and summarized the flavor.
"Rich, buttery, very fruity taste, mild finish." Ya know how to eat oysters? You put them in your mouth for 0.5 seconds and
then swallow. No chewing involved. Where is there time for all this tasting to be going on? Well, it happens. The "finish"
doesn't really hit until a couple of seconds AFTER you've already swallowed and are sitting there wondering what posessed our ancestors
to go looking for meat in rocks.
I ate until it hurt. Whew. I ate four different kinds of salmon. Four different types of oyster. Fried calamari. Right after I got
home I got a phone call reporting that Le'a was making her famed fried pizza and it would be ready in an hour or so. Yurgh. So I went
over to Poho and attempted to eat enthusiastically. Urrrgh. Well, the romans had this trick when they wanted to eat more, but were already full.
They'd go throw up. So you know what I did? I didn't eat anymore.
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I think I'm becoming an honest person. I don't mean that in a polite way. People have a lot of different names for honest people.
One of those names is "asshole". When I say "honest", I don't mean that every word that passes my lips is universal truth. More like,
what I say is what I'm thinking. Normally, I don't say anything. I just sit there and think it. What is happening, I think, is that
I'm becoming less afraid of those other humans and what they think. In the past, I didn't want anyone to know what I was thinking
because that would give them insights into my psyche that I was not fully in control of. There's nothing like understanding to make
manipulation easier. At this point, I'm pretty confident that my paranoia is such that any attempts to use my own mind against me
will set off a decades worth of alarms in plenty of time to revert to safe mode. So I might as well just go ahead and say whatever the hell
I want. It might be good.
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