Friday, February 04, 2005

thursday on friday


Crusted Rack of Lamb with Ratatouille and Dauphine Potatoes

It's crazy how fast thoughts can move when they have to. Like when you're jumping over a snowbank, and mid-leap, you start to think about what's on the other side. Ice? Puddle? More snow? Leprechaun? Hmmm... maybe I should have thought this through before I jumped... But no matter how fast you can think, no matter how many possible scenarios you can come up with in that split second, you're still only halfway through the air, and should probably concentrate on landing. Still, the thinking part is what motivates us to keep the randomness of our universe going. Sporadically testing the limits of your environment to in turn, test yourself. I crave the flickers of genius that surface with this manic type of insanity.

What an odd place for a mirror.