Chicago Cubs; a lesson in perseverance – 4/28

Oh Chicago Cubs, how much you disappoint a lifelong fan, but in your losing streaks and close calls you teach me quite a bit about perseverance.

I am a lifelong Cubbie fan, I bleed red and blue because of the team and not some ancestral royalty. Yet the Cubs aren’t a good team, and some are certain they’ll win another World Series when hell freezes over, but I don’t need them to be that good to appreciate lessons learned from their hardships.
You see, there’s a phrase that gets tossed out when they get into a bigger slump as the season progresses; “there’s always next season” is the rhetoric of those who haven’t given up on the Cubs, but rather the predicament of a season that’s progressively getting worse. “Next season” is a hope, a dream deferred, for games yet to be played and quite possibly a better season. It’s something that is scoffed at. But still, I will take hope in any shape or size, including having a bit of hope in a team that in 2013 had 66 wins and 96 losses.

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Hope is a strange and wonderful thing; it holds you down in the midst of life’s tragedies and turmoils, it sustains even when there isn’t a speck of sustainability, it can keep you going even when you don’t feel like continuing. As a follower of Christ, my hope is found in what God is doing and positive things done in God’s name. Sadly I am a realist with too much of a pessimist bent, and yet I realize that when life’s shit hits the fan, hope keeps me afloat, hope keeps me sane. Sure there are some things I wish and hope for that would be great “next season” but there is no “next season” for me, just one life and that’s it…and I am okay with that, but I admit, with having so many passions and goals I have started the process of clearing a very full plate and going after 2-3 of my dreams, my what-I-want-to-do-when-I-grow-up kinda things. It’s needed, otherwise I’ll be putting half-assed energy in a lot of things, when it would be better of me to give my all to a few things.

Mea culpa if I have strayed a bit from the theme, but I recognize the importance of having hope even when things seem awfully hopeless. Here’s to the Cubs, the hope of “next season”, and preferably winning a World Series preferably before hell freezes over 😉

~Nathanael~

I have the cooking skills to pay the bills – 6/28

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One of my passions in this life is food; eating food, preparing food, cooking food, entertaining others with food. 🙂

When I was younger so much younger than today… I was a real problematic child to my mom; oh I was a hell-raiser, and I did a disservice to her by being as belligerent and stubborn as I was. I still am in some ways, but it’s more constructive, or so I convince myself.

Anyway, cooking, despite being a hellion to my mom I was the only child who showed interest in helping out around the kitchen (cooking wise). She and I would cook together and just BE, I’d hear stories about her relatives who were bakers and it was interesting to keep some part of our family history alive by cooking. Interestingly enough to compliment my father’s side of the family, relatives on his side of the family were butchers. I also recall enjoying watching The Frugal Gourmet on PBS when I was little, but then again I was an odd little boy.

In a way, cooking has been a haven for me because I enjoy experimentation, preparation, and consumption of whatever it is that I am cooking. I really enjoy the aspect of cooking that is cooking for others, heck, one of the criteria of the apartments I’m checking out is better-ish cooking and entertaining space. I think the main reason why I like cooking for others is because it is one of the ways I like to show that I care and love whomever I’m with, whether friends or family, my love is in the food I am making.

The only draw back is currently I cannot do that, the kitchen I work out of is small and cramped 😦 But I’m looking, and hopefully I find something better 🙂 I can’t say if I will ever have a sizable kitchen to call my own, but I can dream, and plan, and wish that someday I don’t have to tune out the sirens of domestic blissitude that call to me when I’m at Ikea that pique my “what-if” interests…someday, someday… Until then I will make do with what I have instead of what I don’t, but I guess that’s applicable in other areas of life and not just in cooking.

Bon Appetite!
~Nathanael~