I’m not much for dwelling on the past, especially when it comes with cheap, ugly luggage. There’s an event happening tomorrow night that is being built up by some as the event of the century. Frankly, I see it as just a beer with some old high school buddies and don’t really think that there will be a lot to write about afterward. Stay tuned either way, there will be a blow-by-blow exclusive, commercial-free recap here after it happens.

My wife gets upset sometimes because she doesn’t think that she’s my muse. In a way, there’s some truth to it, but only because I don’t consider myself a true artist, at least in the fine art sense. I’m a bit flighty when it comes to being an artist and haven’t really come across one thing that had driven me to be passionately creative the way that it’s normally portrayed in movies or whatever. It’s just not in me and I’m creatively lazy, I’m also a conflicted person, and have had a left/right brain conflict my whole life. My undergraduate degree is an art degree and my master’s is a computer science degree. I flipped majors from art to finance to computer science to art again and eventually came up with a mix of the two brain halves some 30-ish years later.

I absolutely adore my wife and she’s been the inspiration to make myself a better person for the last nine years, in quite a few areas. It makes me sad when she says that she’s not an inspiration to me because that’s quite far from the truth. More specifically, I really love to cook. I’m a self-taught chef and have a good background in restaurant work that afforded me a bit of time to learn from some great chefs. I got some good tips was exposed to some wonderful different types of cuisine and for the past ten years while living in the city, ate at some fantastic restaurants. My wife was my primary dining companion for almost all of that dining out and one of our first dates was dinner at my apartment, which I made. She loved the dinner and a new relationship was born and it had a sound foundation on food. I’ve been cooking for her ever since and have cooked some meals that made her squeal with joy after the first bite and it’s one of the best feelings I’ve ever experienced.

There have been occasions where dinner didn’t turn out, well, all that great-tonight was one of those meals. I’ve occasionally used boxed rices as a side to what I was preparing (e.g. Uncle Ben’s mushroom whatever or something like that) but never as part of the dish. I tried making a kind of dirty rice with shrimp inspired by a cooking show I just watched. The shrimp got good reviews, the dirty rice didn’t. Thankfully I can blame Zatarain’s for the dirty rice failure and not myself. I’ve had luck with Zatarain’s products before but this rice just came out rubbery. The resulting dish was overall, disappointing. This led my wife to become-yep, sad. It’s something that she says she’s done all her life and in the few times that I’ve made meals for her like tonight, the reaction has been the same. It never fails to make me miserable, like I really let her down. She’s the reason I continue to cook with the passion that I’ve got, cause really I could live on cereal and peanut butter and jelly.

I hadn’t thought of the idea of a cooking muse until Ginger brought up the idea that she didn’t think I inspired her to be creative awhile back. I suppose I did have the same idea that is thought about when thinking about a typical muse, the flippant Edie Sedgwick kind. Really, there’s always someone in your life that drives you to be better at something and I guess that’s your muse for that particular thing. I’m still not sure if they pick you or you find them, or any combination of all that but when you’ve found yours treat her good, she’ll make your life better.

My career has been pretty flat, drama-wise. I got laid off from my first job out of school on my one year anniversary at the company. After that I spent a good chunk of time floating around at ad agencies doing whatever I could get my hands on, enjoying every minute of it, and there was plenty of work to go around. I didn’t have a pot to piss in but it was ok, I didn’t have any responsibilities either. Ten years later, I find myself jobless and faced with the same situation but life is significantly different. I just had a baby and bought a house a little over a year ago. I’m more prepared for unemployment than I ever have been in my career, but I can’t help but still feel pissed off about the situation.
I was at the company way too long considering I hadn’t been all that happy with things for some time and steady jobs make you complacent. Either way, there’s no shaking the feeling of betrayal concerning the way things played out. I feel that the decision was made on a personal level because of certain variables and people involved.
The more I think about it, it’s a good thing that it happened cause I’m more marketable than ever and I would have probably stayed where I was until they turned the lights off on us. I finished up a master’s degree in web development last year and had the intention of looking for something new this year because I was just plain unhappy, there hasn’t been a better time for me to look for a new job-market conditions aside of course. Anyone wanna hire a really loyal, intelligent designer and developer? I’m cute and I have good taste in music, too.