Chapter XVII

because you never know someone from the very beginning


March 2009

Cats versus Dogs

I did not write this myself – it was sent to me.  But it's funny, and worth a little blog post.  Here goes:

Excerpts from a Dog's Daily Diary…

8:00 am – Dog food!  My favourite thing!
9:30 am – A car ride!  My favourite thing!
9:40 am – A walk in the park!  My favourite thing!
10:30 am – Got rubbed and petted!  My favourite thing!
12:00 pm – Lunch!  My favourite thing!
1:00 pm – Played in the yard! My favourite thing!
3:00 pm – Wagged my tail!  My favourite thing!
5:00 pm – Milk bones!  My favourite thing!
7:00 pm – Got to play ball!  My favourite thing!
8:00 pm – Wow!  Watched TV with the people!  My favourite thing!
11:00 pm – Sleeping on the bed!  My favourite thing!

Excerpts from a Cat's Daily Diary… 

Day 983 of my captivity.
My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects.

They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while the other inmates and I are fed hash or some sort of dry nuggets. Although I make my contempt for the rations perfectly clear, I nevertheless must eat something in order to keep up my strength.

The only thing that keeps me going is my dream of escape. In an attempt to disgust them, I once again vomit on the carpet.

Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body at their feet.  I had hoped this would strike fear into their hearts, since it clearly demonstrates what I am capable of.  However, they merely made condescending comments about what a 'good little hunter' I am.  Bastards.

There was some sort of assembly of their accomplices tonight.  I was placed in solitary confinement for the duration of the event.  However, I could hear the noises and smell the food.  I overheard that my confinement was due to the power of 'allergies.'  I must learn what this means and how to use it to my advantage.

Today I was almost successful in an attempt to assassinate one of my tormentors by weaving around his feet as he was walking.  I must try this again tomorrow — but at the top of the stairs.

I am convinced that the other prisoners here are flunkies and snitches.  The dog receives special privileges. He is regularly released – and seems to be more than willing to return.  He is obviously retarded.

The bird has got to be an informant.  I observe him communicating with the guards regularly.  I am certain that he reports my every move.  My captors have arranged protective custody for him in an elevated cell, so he is safe.  For now…………….

Just A Little Sanskrit

Saw this today:

“To action alone hast thou a right and never at all to its fruits; let not the fruits of action be thy motive; neither let there be in thee any attachment to inaction”

Followed up by reading this:

Click on this link and read…

Made a whole lot of sense.  Something to keep in mind as you travel through this wild and precious life.  That last phrase, the one about this wild and precious life, that is not mine.  It's from Mary Oliver.  Read the whole thing here.

Lots to think about with these two links today. 

Rants, Bad Mommy, Make Stuff. The Dow.

All damn day I have been singing the hated Sheryl Crow (sorry to those that like her)…but I cannot seem to get the "All I Wanna Do" song out of my head because it starts with "This is LA" and that is where I am now.  LA.

I am still not adjusted to daylight savings or whatever we are on now.  A sign of age?

I went to a technology conference today and of the maybe 800 people there I counted about 25 women (not a formal count).  But really?  25?  Are we really that under-represented in tech?  Where are you, ladies?  There were companies there presenting about media, technology, education, music, games, social networking…almost all by men.  Really?

The Chinese food in LA is sometimes better than what you get in NYC.  HERESY.  I know, it's shocking.

Man, the weather here is NICE.  I am not out here as often as I once was, and wow, it hit me today.  It is nice.

The other night, my mom, sister and I each had Dad show up in our dreams.  Coincidence?  You tell me. 

I think the Internet is making me more A.D.D.  I'm sorry, what did you say?  Oh right, I was speaking.  Anyway.  GOD.  I used to regularly read lots of books.  I can now barely make it through a magazine article.  Thoughts on this?  Next.

I think the finance function is not well appreciated in young companies.  It can be so much more than just bookkeeping and accounting (with all due respect to bookkeepers and accountants).

If I were to start an offline business, something small, it would be a day care center, a gourmet food store or something like that.  Something tells me that even though these are "small businesses" they are full time jobs and would make very bad (and costly) hobbies.

I think adults need to create more than we do.  We ask our kids to paint and hand them brushes.  When is the last time you created something rather than just consumed something?  I have a fleeting fancy dream of creating a non-profit around this idea – getting adults to create more, experiment more, do more.  Be a force of actual creation and not just consumption in this world.

I was going to say hi to someone today at the conference and tripped over a wire and almost wiped out in front of about 20 people.  Oh yeah, that was me.  Lady Wipe Out.  Miss Tripper. 

Did you watch American Idol tonight?

Why am I awake?  I got up at 4:30AM in NYC this morning after having gone to bed around midnight.  Why am I awake?

It's a real bummer at times like this when you are minding your own business and you get a craving for french toast.

Last night I got home from a work dinner around 10PM.  I was a little bummed because I had left early for a breakfast meeting yesterday, so effectively, I had not seen my daughter since Sunday, which sucked because I am in CA almost all week.  So I went in to look at her last night and OOOPS, my footsteps might have woken her a bit so she needed to be held for a minute before going back to sleep.  Naturally, I obliged.  I felt bad though since I really should not have walked in there to peek at her, risking waking her up.  Bad mommy moment.

The DOW was up today. 

Go make something.  See that plant on the table across the room?  Draw it.  Yes, now.  Even a quick sketch. 

Sorry for being blunt and bossy tonight. 

Bachelor’s Dinner

6PM tonight, receive IM from friend "What should I eat for dinner tonight."

I think, glad I can be useful.  Before I can reply, another IM "Send me a few quick recipes!"

Fine.  I have a couple of things on hand.  Here is what I sent.  Nothing earth shattering here, just easy and good. 

Quick Chicken Dinner.  Looks fancier than it is…kind of like ITALICS.


  • Chicken cutlets – the THIN ones – they cook faster.
  • A bag of arugula (or spinach would also be good)
  • A pint of grape tomatoes
  • Extra virgin olive oil
  • A lemon
  • Parmesan Cheese (NOT the kind in a can, the real stuff).


  1. Wash your hands!
  2. Get out a pan, put it on a burner.  Wait, wait!  Do not turn the burner on yet.
  3. Get out a bowl, big enough to hold a salad for about two people.
  4. Get out a cutting board.
  5. Wash the tomatoes in a colander and try to toss them until they are dry.
  6. Get out of beer and watch the news for a few minutes if you need to let them dry.
  7. Cut several of the tomatoes in half.  Throw them into the bowl.  Sprinkle them with some salt and pepper, and pour a little olive oil on them.  
  8. Turn your burner on to medium high.  Put a swirl of the olive oil into the pan.
  9. Open up the chicken and dry it off with a paper towel.  Yes, do this.  Sounds weird, but dry meat cooks better than damp (hate the word “damp”) meat.
  10. Add salt and pepper to one side of the chicken.
  11. Put the chicken into the pan, salt and pepper side DOWN.  Lower the heat to medium.
  12. You should hear the pan sizzle when the chicken hits the pan.  Do NOT move the chicken – no fancy moves here (typical man, I bet you wanted to get all crazy and shake the pan – just leave it!).  Salt and pepper the top of the chicken.
  13. Let the chicken sit in there for about 2 minutes.  Flip it over.  Not with your hands, with TONGS.  The chicken should not stick to the pan (if it sticks, give it another minute in the pan).
  14. Cook the other side of the chicken for about a minute.  Remember, if the chicken is THIN, it should cook pretty fast.  If it’s not thin, cooking times are a bit longer for each side.
  15. Take the chicken out of the pan and put it on a plate.  Let it rest of a minute while you…
  16. Add the arugula to the bowl of tomatoes and toss it with the tomatoes.  The arugula should be nicely covered in the olive oil that was already in with the tomatoes.  Squeeze lemon on the arugula and tomatoes, and toss again.  Taste, does it need salt/pepper/more lemon?  Add as you wish.
  17. Top the chicken with some of the salad.  Shave a few parmesan shards on top of the salad.  Looks nice, should taste good, pretty healthy and fast!

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