5/25 - Breakfast

I eat this every day at work. Cereal with a banana (preferably an under ripe one with a tint of green to the peel), plain soymilk & cereal. Usually it's a mix of lots of cereals (rice krispies, corn flakes, honey oat stuff, grape nuts trail mix, etc.) but today was just honey oat flake things. Not sure what it's called but it's good. I like cereal at work a lot.

3/24/07 - Breakfast

Slept in and awoke with a headache; ate a banana while reading the L'Uomo Vogue Fashion Guide. Dig the grey cardigan with the blue tie.

L'Uomo Vogue dice:

"Preppy come la gioventú wasp americana , bella, colta e spensierata. Che Ali MacGraw nel film "Love Story" accusa di superficialitá. Il look? Garbati cardigan e golf tradizionali."

3/23/07 - Breakfast

I appreciate a banana most when the fruit is firm and the peel still slightly green. When they begin to go black, I feel a little unsure about peeling them, afraid to find the dreaded sugar spots. At this point the mealy texture inspires a gagging sensation, and I won't even consider them when the fruit goes brown, bruised and limp, as if the banana is eagerly digesting itself for easier consumption.

Hot tip: best to use these flacid, aged bananas for banana bread.

3/13/07 - Breakfast

Ate a banana while checking the Lane. Paddled out at the point instead. In the lineup I recognized the epic mustache and shock of grey hair on the horizon; it was my dad, aka Dr. Brian (Doc), the old man of the sea. We caught up, and I watched him catch some. He was looking spry and wiley, swear he was surfing like he was 55. He invited me to dinner with mom and later I met them at Carpo's.

Skipped lunch proper and I don't have a pic of dinner, only this simple story to relate:

Talked about my brother's wedding with my parents while I noshed a plate of chicken tenders on a bed of pasta along with steamed squash, carrots and broccolli. With french fries on the side. For dessert, I slayed a wedge of olallaberry pie. Oh yes. Oh-la-la berry pie. My pie. Fucker was as thick as a phonebook.

The End.

3/8/07 - Breakfast

Awoke and had me a banana. Potassiyum.

Thought I would eat out in the pasture but then I discovered a handsome gentleman out on the driveway painting crown moulding.

It was our good friend Gabe. Shot the shit with Gabe for a while. Not long after, Luke popped out of the bushes for a photo shoot.


He was happy to see us.