List Day

Today’s List Day.  This means I shall list where my attention has been lately–

  1. Reading two books.   What Is The What and The Poor Mouth.   At night, I alternate between the two of them.
  2. There are few TV shows that intrigue me.  During the snow storm, I caught up on ABC’s Scandal.   Totally up-to-date, I have a bloodshot left eye.  Do Mac computers emit a violent ray?
  3. Starting a business that will incorporate aspects of my previous jobs.   Since this is in the conception stage, I will hold back discussing it further.  Speaking of my old job, I’ve written an essay that outlines my experience there.   Although incomplete, I’m considering uploading it here in segments.
  4. Following the Paleo diet.  I find myself hungrier as there’s no bread/gluten to stuff me.   In addition to eating tons of greens, in the form of raw soup (thank you, Israel), meat, fish and eggs, I’m also loading up on Larabars.   One week in, this diet, has improved my performance at CrossFit and has cut an inch or two off my waist.  Could someone in Italy survive on the Paleo diet?
  5. Continuing the novel.   My progress is slow here.   Once my business has picked up, hopefully in the next two weeks, I can dedicate more time to it.

Dead Zone

It feels quiet online.  Everyone must be gearing up for the Super Bowl.   I’ve been invited to a gathering but like most social occasions will skip out on it.  You see Netflix released House of Cards starring Kevin Spacey.  The show chronicles the lives of congressmen.  It’s rare for me to give a shit about politicians.   Yet as I write this I remember dreams involving two presidents.

Countless times, George W. Bush made an appearance.   As much as I had, at the time, detested the man, in the dream, Bush showed his vulnerability.   He cried when discussing the pain he might have inflicted upon the world.   He laughed appropriately.   Upon each awakening, I wondered if in this realm we’d get along.

A few days after New Year’s, I dreamed of Obama.   In the dream, he showed his musical side.  He sang and danced.   Together, we celebrated economic improvement.

I haven’t forgotten the analysis of the unfinished script titled Descent.  I am, however, working on something big.   Not a script.  Yes, a novel but I speak of something else.  A rewarding career.   Once this has been fully formulated, I’ll share what that is.

Happy Superbowl Day!