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2001-01-12

fish and metaphors

Ah, fresh morning, and ready to embark on an eventful weekend. Again. Last night I took my neighbor and good friend, Z, out to dinner. My second time eating sushi, I�m still having difficulty with the idea of raw fish. Thus far, I�ve only nibbled on California Rolls and other things with cooked eel or halibut in them. I�ll leave the rest for those daring fellows and ladies who like to go out on a limb. Not me, no sirree, I stick to what I know in the food department. We bantered about that last night, Z and I, and he said it�s good to try new things, it�s important to find out what you may like. [The metaphor begins�]

I told him yes, that is nice, but sometimes it�s just as nice to come back to what you know, what makes you comfortable, something you�ve tried a million times and always loved. Something that the person next to you may order if you�re trying a new dish, leaving you to stare covetously at the meal next to you, the one you know you like, that someone else is enjoying now while you pick and prod and discover a new taste. I don�t even know what the metaphor means, it could allude to so many things: love & relationships, actual food, love & relationships�

It would have been a great metaphor, but then I said that sometimes, when I try something new, something I was unsure of trying, maybe even afraid of, it ends up being my new favorite dish. Now THAT is a direct reference to sex. But it�s refreshing to think that I could stay in a love & relationships type of metaphor. Even though, obviously, I can�t. Sort of like my life.

Anyhoo, I�m scratching on too many surfaces, for beneath each one of those words lies an abyss of history and thought, and I just don�t feel like going deep-sea diving this morning. I have my computer at home, so I�ll be able to update over the weekend, woo hoo! Right now? I woke up late and am about to go into a big meeting. Because I�m important. God, I kill myself.

Moral of the story, Z and I had a fabulous time, we laughed, I fucked with the guy at the sushi bar (the one preparing our food), he was good-humored and quick on his feet with our repartee. When we got home, Z helped me even more with my new computer, and some people came over, nice mellow game of Trivial Pursuit (which I won) ensued. It was a good night. It�s going to be an interesting and great weekend. I don�t need to think anymore� I�ve got to do some work.

-Barbarella

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fish and metaphors 2001-01-12 13:29:35 Ah, fresh morning, and ready to embark on an eventful weekend. Again. Last night I took my neighbor and good friend, Z, out to dinner. My second time eating sushi, I�m still having difficulty with the idea of raw fish. Thus far, I�ve only nibbled on California Rolls and other things with cooked eel or halibut in them. I�ll leave the rest for those daring fellows and ladies who like to go out on a limb. Not me, no sirree, I stick to what I know in the food department. We bantered about that last night, Z and I, and he said it�s good to try new things, it�s important to find out what you may like. [The metaphor begins�]

I told him yes, that is nice, but sometimes it�s just as nice to come back to what you know, what makes you comfortable, something you�ve tried a million times and always loved. Something that the person next to you may order if you�re trying a new dish, leaving you to stare covetously at the meal next to you, the one you know you like, that someone else is enjoying now while you pick and prod and discover a new taste. I don�t even know what the metaphor means, it could allude to so many things: love & relationships, actual food, love & relationships�

It would have been a great metaphor, but then I said that sometimes, when I try something new, something I was unsure of trying, maybe even afraid of, it ends up being my new favorite dish. Now THAT is a direct reference to sex. But it�s refreshing to think that I could stay in a love & relationships type of metaphor. Even though, obviously, I can�t. Sort of like my life.

Anyhoo, I�m scratching on too many surfaces, for beneath each one of those words lies an abyss of history and thought, and I just don�t feel like going deep-sea diving this morning. I have my computer at home, so I�ll be able to update over the weekend, woo hoo! Right now? I woke up late and am about to go into a big meeting. Because I�m important. God, I kill myself.

Moral of the story, Z and I had a fabulous time, we laughed, I fucked with the guy at the sushi bar (the one preparing our food), he was good-humored and quick on his feet with our repartee. When we got home, Z helped me even more with my new computer, and some people came over, nice mellow game of Trivial Pursuit (which I won) ensued. It was a good night. It�s going to be an interesting and great weekend. I don�t need to think anymore� I�ve got to do some work.