Bethany got me a Kitchen Knife Skills Class for my birthday and I finally took it tonight. I got exactly what I was hoping for — a half dozen or more tips and tricks that will help me level up my food prep game at home. A very satisfying learning experience.
Category: thought
A knife, a fork, a bottle, and a cork. That’s the way you spell New York.
My current publisher, which happens to share the same name and face as me, is a terrible marketer.
Therefore, I’m at this time forced to remind you that I have books and guides I think you’ll enjoy and, perhaps, may even make your life better.
The one they forgot.
My step-father was a USCF-rated chess master. One day, we were talking about what makes the elite of the game so much better at the game – grand masters like Bobby Fischer and Anatoly Karpov – than everyone else.
Him: “Well, those guys can see every possible move and every possible counter move for the whole game. So, from the very first move and every move after they can game out all the ways it can go until mate in their heads.”
Me: “Wait, if they can both see the whole game and every possible move how does anyone ever win? Why doesn’t every game end in a draw?”
Him: “Ah, that’s easy. It’s the move they forgot to consider. They are so busy seeing everything they missed something. They can’t escape the fact they’re human”
I think about this conversation often these days.
I’m “every time your favorite music acts from your teen and college years come to town you buy the ticket because they’re all 10-20 years older than you and it very well could be your last chance” years old.
Very excited to see Sting tonight. I’ve seen The Police every time they toured the US and Sting almost every time he’s toured solo. Excited to add one more to the list. We’re all getting older and I don’t know how many more chances I’ll get.
Just got my Flu and Covid shot for the season. Posting this as a gentle reminder for you to do the same. Herd immunity works.
Look, I believe if the title of your book begins “The Pocket Guide to…”, it better be a similar size and volume of pages as a Field Notes notebook. Otherwise, what are we even doing here?
I turn 59 years old today, which marks the end of my 59th year since birth.
Wait, what? you say?
Well, the way we count human years, a birthday marks the end of a year, not the beginning. Age 1, for instance, means you were born a year ago.
Yep, how we count the years is strange.
On to year 60!
I’ve posted several things to The Cramped in the past couple of days. Hoping to do a little mini feature on a unique stationary store that has opened in my town recently. Feeling good about this.