Sunday, February 22, 2009

Perfectly aware

I'm using a knife and nothing with the skill as demonstrated by either samurai nor Chef Pepin on public television and so I pay attention as best I can, but, as for the same reason I can not swim for more than a minute at a time nor dance properly (extreme distraction into the fake-now / inability to concentrate — add in why I can't drive a manual car, even though I understand it perfectly and have driven them before … for short periods) and I end up with, amid ginger root from China, blood on my left index finger.

All the awareness in the world will not counteract the fact Mexican cliantro passed though my hands.

Peanut butter and spinach for all!

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