Okay I've alloted 2.3 minutes for a quick (e:strip) post. I know I haven't been around much but your gonna have to get used to that this summer. I'm not likely to spend much time in front of the computer because I prefer to be outside, bicycling, walking around the Falls or hiking in the Gorge. I also swim a lot and have friends over on the back deck to eat, drink wine and chill out. Let me say:
You're all invited over, even you wierd ones!
Actually I prefer wierd because it will give us plenty of character and things to talk about.

Okay 0.3 minuites left. Got to go... enjoy the tune I threw up there. Its indicative of the albums I'm playing while I work on this mega project. I'm not sure who it is but it's off of Armin Van Buuren's live Album at Ibiza's Universal Religion superclub.

I think after the next two weeks ud grad students should get together and make a good use out of (e:ladycroft) 's hooka.

Love it, Mrdt

Okay just a quick post cause I got a ton of work to do this weekend.

I went to thew store today and treated myself for a fabulous 1# USDA CAB porterhouse steak:



I bought it at Tops and normally I don't go to TOps but Wegmans has really been pissing me off. I shop there atleast twice a week and I have so many problems. Last week they were out of Papetti egg whites so I waited in line for a rain check. Well, when I completely ran out of eggs and egg whites I went to Wegmans but forgot the rain check. They fucking completely refused to save me a dollar on two. How's that for customer oriented customer service.??? I could go on and on but anyway here's the staek with some of the fat cap trimmed off on my natural gas grill:



This was my recovery meal ( 2 hours after my post workout shake):


That's the steak, a baked potato with one tbl. os fat free sour cream and an enormous head of lightly steamed broccoli. Thank God it's the offseason. Oh yeah and I can't forget my quart of water:




Burppp!!!



Eating alone on a Friday night I flip on the TV. Good thing I don't get depressed by it anymore like this guy:



Gotta eat more, gotta be more:



My arms are getting deisel...This is like picture 10 and my arms are tired from the workout plus the fact that I was flexing them for 20 minutes to get a good picture. Looked better in person, I'm real happy that I'm starting to get vascular.

I love my personal development, MrDT

So I've been workin my ass off the finish this semester with straight A's. I don't know if it's going to happen, we'll see. I never really cared about getting A's, I always just wanted to get through and get things over and done with. Things are a lot different in grad school - if I don't get atleast a b- I might as well have failed the coarse cause the credit doesn't count toward a degree (or atleast that's how I think it works).

Yeah I was thinking about how hard I had it. I sold my google stock early Monday morning and figured I would have enough money to live off all summer (stock sky rocketed before the close of Friday). Then I realized that it was really fuckin early and my decimal place wasn't in the right place. Fuck me and the mundane details. Then I'm reading the NY Times today and I realize that this kid has it harder than most and he's achieving better than most.

Poor Kid - check it out if you think you got it tough

I presented my first case study today on Barilla Pasta's JITD development. I tried to make it interesting and built in a few jokes but these things suck. Nothing worse then a ten minute presentation on topics not fully explained bu the teacher and having to BS your ass off when he asks a question. Then with 20 minutes left in the class he gives us our last open book quiz. Which was 40+ true or false questions. I was on question 23 when he was like 2 more minutes. I decided at that moment it would be better to get a few more right and when he said time was up I would just start circling "true" for the rest. I hope that strategy worked...I haven't had time to evaluate it yet and I don't think I'll bother.

Hopefully some of you got to enjoy the Doors track I had up cause I'm changin it again. It's a tune from the swordfish soundtrack. I've been feelin really full of myself lately. I don't know...there's a lot to be said for the way I achieve on a daily basis. Everythings comin' together finally, a little slow but its comin' togehter. (e:paul) you should have seen me pushin up 65# dumb bells like a fuckin maniac. (not bad for a fat kid who a year ago was struggling with the 30's)

Love ya, MrDT

AT the request of (e:enknot) I'm trying to come up with a good post of some sweet stuff.... I got nothin'. Well not really nothin' but nothin' good...

I had a pretty good day over all, I guess. I told a whole bunch of jokes in my org behaviour(canadian text book) class. Told myself before class that if I walk Melissa to her car again, I better get her number. Let me say I got her number but only after she asked me out. Maybe some of that magic is still there. I always prefer handwritten numbers, though, cause I just wound up typing it in my cell. When I was young I used to have a penny jar that I would fill with numbers and show off to friends when they came over. At one time my sexual prowess demanded quite a bit of respect from the neighborhood boys.

Now that I'm on the subject of the past, I saw this great movie tonight that totally brought back so many memories from the eighties. It was done so well, even the grain on the film reminded me of watching some funky movie from the seventies or eighties. One memory that comes to mind was the time I tried on a condom I found in my parents secret drawer or the memory of there eventual devource (canadian spelling again), which was completely different but I still wound up talking to a therapist about it. This was the only time I ever talked to a therapist about how I feel about anything. But yeah, my brother and I would talk to this guy for an hour then we would leave and he had my Dad come in so he could rat on us. never told him I was experimenting with some heavy duty drugs, never told him I took a tab before mr murphy's religion class, hallucinated and giggled the entire day. I guess divorce does that to kids - tears the family apart, puts them in a funky surreal funk not knowing who to trust. come to think of it I'm glad they sent us to therapy, it shows they cared, we could have wound up even more fucked up. well, that's the only time I've ever needed it so it must have done something for me. not sure if I can say the same for bro. He hasn't talked to my mom in three or so years. I try to talk to him about it but he has his reasons. hopefully he gets passed them soon cause I think it's damaged his view and ability to trust women or something.

Let's see what else....Ahhhh I noticed that there has been quite a bit of foodie stuff going on. I'm surprised I haven't jumped on it. I was thinking though that I should post a recipe or something like that. I guess I would start at the beginning for you amateurs with basic white chicken stock. but that would just be silly. and who cares if you can see a dime at the bottom of five gallons of gelatinous chicken stock anyway. I've seen a lot of people make stock and it pisses me off that even established chefs treat it as dish water - cloudy, bitter, greasy, green from too many leek tops that should have wound up in the trash due to the excessive amount of dirt in them. thats not the way I make stock!!! I always prefer a clean, pure and careful approach. I usually don't have to clarify my stocks with a raft and if you saw them you would probably ask me if we were having lemon jello for dessert. cause that's what happens when you do it right.... lazy bubble fuckers. oh well, we can't all be aspiring Thomas Keller's.

Did somebody say Thomas Keller, I better take that beautiful white cookbook down off the shelf



This is The French Laundry Cookbook



The french laundry you ask?? what does that mean. well my dear readers it means I'm about to peruse a recipe from arguably the best chef in the country. For those of you who don't know who Thomas Keller is I must say that words can not explain the talent and vision of the dining experience that this man will give you. Whether your at Per Se in NYC or at Bouchon in Napa or Vegas I will guarantee you the best meal of your entire life. unless your some picky ass eater who doesn't like onions or something. (and if you don't that's not something you want to tell me). But anyway when the French Laundry opens again, after a remodel, I'm sure it will seize the best in country title again. This is what food is all about. I wish I had the audacity to go into it here but I've already said enough. A real discussion of Keller would deserve a post of its own. He deserves it being the best and all.

SO maybe I should go now, it's fucking 4:10 and I got fresh red-420 count sheets on the cadillac of mattresses, not my softest but they'll do.

Enjoy the Pink Floyd inspired by the Squid and the Whale. and if you want to get a little serious about your food buy The French Laundry cookbook. I would say out of the 40 or 50 I own its my favorite and you would believe me right??

Love it, MrDT

Something for the peeps to think about:

At least two-thirds of our miseries spring from human stupidity, human malice and those great motivators and justifiers of malice and stupidity: idealism, dogmatism and proselytizing zeal on behalf of religous or political ideas.
- Aldous Huxley

OUT, Love Mrdt