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The Magnetism of Uncertainty

Ambiguity is a powerful, mesmerizing force. The uncertainty can seem boundless, unwilling to yield an answer or sense of finality. In the truest sense, not knowing can create a more treacherous journey than having something spelled out in front of you with clarity.

“Why don’t I know?”

“How can I find out?”

Equal in its hypnotic prowess is the art of music. When a song or an instrumental (music’s bare bones) can touch a nerve within us that yearns for discovering something in the unknown, that motivational energy is special…as well as frustrating. Unfortunately, Christopher Nolan’s next cinematic masterpiece Interstellar will not arrive into theaters until November. Fortunately, the song below (from the film’s second trailer) is available now.

http://youtu.be/fWKrtzLNmwI

Uncovering the mystery of the unknown can lead to an expedition of epic proportions. As the instrumental proves, the unknown can surround us until we finally choose to move in its direction.

We know the beginning, it’s just the ending that’s a bit unclear…

Where Am I?

Situated against a Western hill, there’s no concern of stability,
here you sip the world away in a buzz of tranquility
The sight from inside, blocked and closed-in,
sitting anywhere but out should be considered a sin
In the morning, there’s a dew, but not from a mountain,
chances are good your trip took you past a sparkling fountain
While it’s not Langley, it shares the name, you might say,
which is fitting, for it too is an open secret, starring the color grey
Window by window, stone by stone, it was built for the palate,
perhaps you’ll spot something resembling a galette
Pour over your options, do yourself this favor,
because when it comes to B-L-or D, it’ll serve something you’ll forever savor!

So, where am I?

Ladies and gentleman, I am…

at the Culinary Institute of America (CIA) at Greystone in the wine-rich town of St. Helena, California!

Located in the heart of Napa Valley in northern California, the CIA at Greystone is a top-notch restaurant and training ground for elite chefs, as well as a spectacular destination for anybody who enjoys excellent food and wine! While the seating inside is very nice, it pales in comparison to the view and pure serenity on the stone terrace with a stunning view of the vineyards just beyond the trees and road.

In a World…

In a world, where people can, for a short time, jump/hop several feet in the air without being held down by the restraints of gravity, what snack will skyrocket in demand to become the most popular type of food?

Obviously, the answer is ready-to-eat butterscotch popcorn.

In a world, where people can temporarily jump/hop several feet in the air without being held down by the restraints of gravity, they need to consume something made with butterscotch. If and once they do, they will successfully simulate the true meaning behind “hopscotching” with an incomparable freedom. As a result of the immense popularity of butterscotch and its magical powers, the market explodes in demand. Butterscotch popcorn, cookies, brownies, pie, pudding, sauce, candy, ice cream and liquor start to dominate the food and beverage/frozen items industry with record sales. Ready-to-eat popcorn has recently been soaring (yes, I went there) in popularity. Accordingly, the combination of the temporary flying power of butterscotch with the popularity of popcorn has predictably elevated ready-to-eat butterscotch popcorn to the alpha position of food items for the people of the world to enjoy.

P.S. Stay Safe this Friday the 13th!

Either on Land or in the Sea…

Did you guess what kind of shark I am?

I swim in the ocean, that’s no surprise,
it’s best to steer clear, just a word to the wise
I’m not a picky eater, it’s one of my traits,
Anything and everything, including some random license plates
The music to my life dates back to the eighties, from that band with Slash,
who had a popular song that’s fitting if we ever do clash

If you decide to go scuba diving in the Caribbean, know that you have been warned,
because, odds are, you will be mourned

Without making any sudden movements or noises, the poem above secretly reveals that I am…

a Tiger Shark!