Slow Food, Slow Dreams, and Slipping Reason

I have spent
much of the last few days
speaking with a delightful young woman

I have spent some time
thinking about the various effects
of our conversations
and I am not entirely comfortable with them

She somewhat reminds me of that girl in Florence

[which is peculiar as she lived there]
[for quite a while]

except well
she is all woman

not that she isn't playful or silly
just that doesn't make me feel like she is a child

a young woman
thirteen months my junior

she speaks several languages
her Italian is most succinctly better than mine
and I would not be surprised if her Spanish was as well

she has a bachelors degree
[granted its in french]
[but nobody is perfect]

oh and there is this whole fear
of deep water that she has
which is going
need working through

she loves motorcycles

she is a hottie and definitely
a spinner which I find very sexy

she is Jewish and comes from a good family
[which should things progress would please my family]
but more importantly
it interests me

her father is a jazz producer
for many years managed and
produced one of the more influential artists
whose name I will leave out
in consideration of her privacy
but it is the sort of name
you all would recognize
and
considering my love for jazz
I think it would be fascinating to talk to him

She can cook but even more important
shares my food values
[i.e. fast food is the anti-Christ]


In many ways
she is about as good as it gets
in so far as meeting the objective criteria
which I set out

I enjoy talking to her
we seem to connect

but I have to admit some discomfort
not with her
but with myself

I gave her the address of my journal
after a long talk in which she shared some very personal things
which was fairly awkward and unnerving for me

then there is the whole rational control side of myself

I am not comfortable with situations which
urge me to act or think irrationally

I am a passionate and emotional man
think of it like an aqueduct
[and a fairly deep one at that]
sometimes the waters run high, and rowdy
others low and placid
but you don't worry until they start splashing over the bank

anyway it comes down to this

it is one of these situations
where there are a whole bunch of possibilities
not a lot of facts

and it will pretty much take
an act of insanity
or
a whole lot of patience
[which I am not prone to]
to figure it out

it really becomes a pain
as I am entirely used to getting
what I want
when I want
and usually
how I want

so
to want
annoys me

Divination of delectables

Spoke with

that particular young woman
this evening
for an hour or so
while I prepared my dinner

which tonight

was a bourbon marinated
highland beef rib steak

the cow in question
was a particularly sweet thing
named bessie

who I did not have the pleasure of meeting
but I heard many good things about

and I did find
to be extremely tasty

ok
I must confess
her
name was not bessie

I cant recall what it was
but
something like that
I have to admit there is a certain satisfaction
received from knowing where your food came from
down to literally the animal

highland cattle
are particularly amazing beasts

horns wide enough
to put Texas longhorns to shame

and a shaggy haired coat
sort of like a yak

but a delicious meat
fairly comparable to Kobe beef

in this particular case
I had dinner at the ranch
which "bessie" came from last night
and
met several of the other members of the herd

free range, organic beef
damn tasty anyway

so to accompany such a fine piece of beef
I whipped up a batch of roasted potatoes
tossed in a mixture of basil and garlic infused olive oils
and Romano cheese

then I pan seared
an assortment of yellow. orange, red and green peppers
with a little red onion tossed in for effect

garnish with a sliced naval orange
and
accompany with a salad
of baby leaf spinach
olives, red onion and feta
in a balsamic vinaigrette dressing

and one cannot forget
the peasant sourdough bread
or
the always essential

1999 Pinot Noir from my cellar

Though I must admit I prefer the Padthaway Vineyards vintages
which predate their current association with Lindemans
this particular vintage
is still quite exceptional
however

( drool on sweet child )

anyway
I am going to head for a lil cuzzi time
in order
to that this bottle of wine
does not go to waste

then
it is out for the evening

I have something vaguely resembling at date
which I am almost not looking forward too
or
at least would be highly skeptical of
were it more a date sort of thing

don't get me wrong
she is attractive in figure and face
reasonably amusing
especially considering the
bimbos I generally seem to meet

and this is less technically a date
than an agreement for a less than happenstance meeting
like
hey
you going to such and such on Friday?
yeah
kewl me too
I will see you there

sort of thing

anyway

I am going to do a couple of things
slip into the cuzzi
with my wine
and
relax

listening to the melodies
of

Leonard Cohen

specifically the "ten new songs" album
which

I adore

love to you all

my precious few