Apology to the Internet

Dear Internet,

I am sorry for posting ridiculously awful poems on my blog; I also apologize for polluting you with this blog and this very blog post. I was going through a tough time in life and cried in so called 'poetry'. I've moved on from that place now. You let me cry in front of your cold bright screen, and I left you with my minuscule burdens. Sorry Internet for my contribution to your collection of useless information.

PS.
If you could tell my mom I said, 'Thank you so much for helping me through all the tough times in life. All my yelling at you I am so sorry, and all my crying in front of you thank you for listening and comforting me. It's just so hard for me to tell you in person, one day I will, but I could never thank you enough or love you enough to show my appreciation for you being who you are. I love you ma.', I'd appreciate that so much.

Sincerely,
Howard

East Coast dump, you can't stop this shit

Washington DC and New York were fun. Philadelphia was not. Never again will I do a 20 hour run of New York, it was dumb. DC was fun with our friend turned tour guide Brandon (who turned into a hipster in the Air and Space Museum). Cool place, but it doesn't beat the West Coast. I'd come back to this place again, though. Road Trip, cross country and see the great nation we live in? Man, hell yeah. And for the photoderp.

San Jose Airport


DC

Brandon the hipster


Bikers...Found all the way on the East too.





New York

Scones and Alice's Tea Cup. Slap that bitch and ask her for some coffee, don't give me this crap again.


Katz's Deli. Overpriced, over-hyped. Why you lie TV?!?!? I hate liars.


Bathroom stop at the Hot and Crusty... Gross


Cloud cleavage; as opposed to the under cloud that we're used to.

Sake and Northswell Bock and Two Stouts!

Can't fuck with this


We weren't even brewing all three at the same time


Cooling down the bock


Sake


Free fridge from UCD dumpster


The stout the next day

Christmas 2010

Me and the family made tamales for Christmas, lots of them. Smart.



Roasted then shredded pork.


Can you say ceviche. It's like Chinese food cooked by a Hispanic

Thanksgiving Break 2010

My dad's last harvest.

Eggplant


Winter Melon


It's so big. (That's what she said)


Now my mom's doggy. He's a lot bigger now.

Beet Beer Photoderp

Beets Before


Beets After


Stockings of grain. Our sacks are going into some hot water.




Usually on brew days me and Max were food deficient; this day we were fucking ready.


Caramelized Sugar, those Belgians.

About 12 hours of brewing later we get these. Fat and inelegant, like a fat man with beer in his stomach.

Sunshine Ale Photodump

Our first brew being bottled. We outright skipped the secondary fermentation and ultimately had hop residue and a very cloudy appearance in the final product.

Priming sugar, check.


Entourage, check.


Fermented grains, check.


Sexy brewers, no checks :(




French guy, check.

Orange Ginger Thirst Quencher

Canada dry ginger ale and orange juice in a roughly 50:50 ratio or until the concoction doesn't taste like orange or ginger ale. It just tastes like crisp water.
I found this drink by mixing things together to quench a thirst caused by too much sodium nitrate in some food I ate.

Cheers!

Did This Just Happen?

I wish I could tell you all my good news. And I wish you could tell me all of your good news. Friends come and go but we, you, you're with me for life.

Thanks Mr. Homeless Man; I needed your love, even if you are gross. It's better to be gross outside than in; you can change your dirty clothes more easily than changing a deceitful ethos. Nonetheless, please bathe.

Physics Lines

Can I make a hot quark-gluon plasma in your detector?

We're like quarks; the farther apart we are the stronger our bond

I'm looking up and down and you've got this bottom that gives me a hadron

-Howard

Are Your Reasons For Leaving Right?

I live a prosaic life, but you the same
In the future your regret will remain
After that rainy day
Gone is the person of yesterday

Good Morning Sometime

I wake to a lazy noon
I roll to see you by my side
You stir and slowly open
Your beautiful salacious eyes
You slide underneath the sheets
Steeping me in your warmth.
You say morning with your mouth,
I gladly reply until you shout.

Pink kissed roses;
Ambrosia fills the air.
White licked flowers;
Pouring honey floods the house.
Now I know why women love these.

I won this centerpiece at a cousins wedding :)

I didn't understand how someone could like dying reproductive organs of a plant; they are expensive on top of that. And yes I know it's the thought that counts. But I think I can understand how nice it would be to receive a flower every so often as a caring gesture. Guys, buy or pick flowers once in a great while for that special person.

Pilsner Glass: Trumer Pils

Trumer Pils in its appropriate home.

Woman in the Dream

You appear in a dress,
an assassin in cream.
Your semblance a goddess.
I lull as your eyes gleam.

Eyelashes black daggers.
Face pale as if white fog.
Hair glossy black lacquer.
Lips shine blood on a fox.

I am incensed you are here.
Lust filled I strip you bare.
You endure while I spear,
scream as I pull your hair.

Your long nails comb my hair.
I taste your fragrance whiff.
Your eyes flirt with black glare,
As my body becomes stiff.

I had a dream, where I saw this woman. She was beautiful and I wanted to take my frustrations out on her and punish her for things she didn't do. I don't know why. Lets hope the next dream is more pleasant.

Bruce Lee: The "Lost" Interview

Dinner of Champions

Ramen and a wine, the dinner of the sad jobless. Wai' where my 40 at?

On a lighter note I baked a cake for my mom's birthday. The butter was old so the whole cake had a tinge of freezer burn flavor; the whipped cream was homemade, flavored with a little cream cheese to make it a little interesting. 6 teaspoons of gelatin as a cream stabilizer was a little too much. The whipped cream smoothed over the freezer flavor. Another win in my book.

Jade tree flowers attracting some birds.

Tasty Combination

Candied ginger (the stuff from sushi restaurants) and string cheese (I'm betting any cheese that is like mozzarella will work)

Wasabi Mayo Sandwich

An approximately 1:.5:pinch mayo wasabi pickled ginger (the stuff at sushi places) mixture generously spread on an English muffin, roast beef, raw bell peppers, and (optional) brinned cucumber and carrots*.

*1 carrot, .5 cucumber, .5tbsp fish sauce, .5tbps sugar, rice wine vinegar and water (to taste). Put in a jar. Shake. Sit in jar overnight.

Pilsner Glass

The inaugural drink of my pilsner glass (and it wasn't a pilsner!). Got it at Bevmo for $4. Sorry Max, they didn't have any Allagash glasses, otherwise I would have picked one up for myself, too.

Peacocks and Peahens

The Peacock
Stare at male peafowls
Brill'yant feathers impress hens
Men use colored bills


The Peahen
Women hide in masks
The fair peahen appears drab
Flaunt nat'ral beauty

Ah, the complications of life. Even the peafowl cannot escape this.

Haiku Inspired

Spring Kiss
I close my eyes
Flowers flow in the crisp wind
Our lips dance tranquil


Mid-Autumn
Magpie bridge we cross
On rainy day reunite
A kiss ends the tale


Beautiful Woman
When you walk, eyes stop
You glow like the autumn moon
Grace, inside and out

Charity
One life time with us
Too many are given hell
Spread our gift to them

Poems written in boredom. I'm not even writing for a particular person any more. I write inspired by memories of love. I write inspired by stories and myths. I write what's on my mind. As always please criticize or reuse part or whole pieces of what I write. Just comment telling me that you have borrowed, it'll make me feel good.

Milk and Dates

I am caught in your eyes
Cuts among a billion roughs.
Which wholly cradle my heart.

Your eyes, dates on milk.
I savor every warm sip
As you sweeten my life.

Your gaze bridges our eyes,
Stopping life around us,
Leading me to paradise.

Haute Muffin and a picture of UCSB

The haute egg muffin. A poached egg, slices of salami, brie cheese, sun dried tomatoes.

Take notes McDonalds :P

SB with IV in the BG

Central Coast Drive

Hills sweep calligraphy in the fog
Roads carve through families of hills
In my story I now log
A life of southern beauty fill

Cooking

A recipe is a love poem
A love to share with our circle.
To cook is to recite its words
To share is to satiate the soul.

A freestyle is cooking by ear
A recipe of visceral birth
With some experimental jest
Pursuing verses of mirth

A translation is cooking explored
An expression of human taste
Cultural colors dance close
Giving us another way to recite

A cookbook is an anthology
A book of time tested poems.
Embody what words labor to
With food that has pleased many.

Whether a full course meal
Or a simple hot plate
An epic or small free verse
Cooking, it is more than just food.

I recently moved to Santa Barbara, CA. The weather in SoCal is absolutely beautiful. Sunny days with cool breezes and cold, crisp nights with stars shining through the black sky. And the women here... god damn! It's been a tough 4 months, moving on after the breakup with my girlfriend of almost 5 years (my ass got cheated on, lied to and kicked to the curb). But the new environment with all of its pretty things is accelerating moving on.

I'm still coming up with food ideas. Top secret crepe dessert will hopefully make it to the menu of my parents' restaurant. Lets just say it involves ginger. I made a haute egg muffin (English muffin, a poached egg, sliced Italian salami, brie cheese, sun dried tomatoes, a thin slice of apple) for breakfast. Parents didn't hate it which is a thumbs up. I cook dinner almost every night for me and my sister, so I can continue to experiment with food.

I also got a garden started in the backyard. The coastal weather will hopefully bring in some good crops. Pictures of everything! will be posted some day later.

Always on rainy days

Rains fall and clear the stale winds,
Time flows and cleans the mind's dust.
Water flows into vast oceans,
We fall, a lifetime lost to us.

I beg you time, when will my rhymes, grieved from the start, speak of drunk hearts?

An aside. My girlfriend broke up with me on a rainy day. How movie-like.

So why can't I write poems when in love? I feel inspiration through heartbreak. Perhaps I can draw inspiration from the now sweetened memories of loving her. And produce something that can be recited to express what is in the heart, but difficult to put into words other than "I love you".

Wavering Days

The breeze it sighs your name
All sounds they do the same.
In orange orchard fragrant bliss
It is you for whom my heart miss.

I waver through morning mist
As spry as your loving kiss.
Time puts heartbreak to slumber
But this morn' in drunken sunder.