Bachelor Cooking Granny Style

Tonight I made a supper of salmon patties. I prefer pan fried salmon filets (and only wild caught at that) but sometimes I'll get a can of skin and bones straight from Alaska and fry up patties. I mix a short can with one egg, some black pepper, a splash of lime juice, and a good dose of Old Bay. Once a girl from New Orleans told me that using Old Bay didn't make me a gourmet but it definately makes a wide variety of things taste better. I'm sure she would have been less critical if I had used Zataran's.
Mix the above ingredients together then lightly coat each patty in corn meal. Be sure to have a hot frying pan with a good splash of olive oil in it ready to throw the patty into as soon as its out of the corn meal. I fried them about three or four minutes on each side over medium/medium high heat. I recommend to serve with tobasco or louisiana brand hot sauce at the table.
Steamed brussell's sprouts and triscuits go well as side items. As you can see I don't eat very complicated but its fairly healthy.
I'm meeting a friend out tonight so I had a ball jar of ice water to wash down dinner but if you're ready for something with a little more kick I recommend a Sierra Nevada Pale Ale. Goes great with the fish.

A Short Epic Poem About Good Things

Short poems are not like taking a road trip to the Utah canyon country to have a spiritual awakening.
Short poems are like a dog wagging its tail...but not for long...like a dog does immediately before you feed it.
Short poems are not fun to sit and try to get into while reading in bed or on the beach;
Short poems are good for the long term of forever because they get stuck in that place in the brain just past annoying, the place where inspiration dwells
or comfort
or solace
or peace.
Our lives are epic poems with short passages worth remembering.
Her name was Alicia, her name was Susan,
Her name was Mazy and she was a good dog.
Her name was Elinor and she was a steep mountain
She was a river and her name was the Duck.
And if you only take one thought from this poem of the passage of my life and what I think is important then let it be:
I reach out my hand to pluck the golden orb of the ripe peach.But my fingers are only long enough to scrape the refreshing dew on its lustrous skin. So I smell the sweetly nectarized air and hold the fruit only in my mind, where it is surly sweeter than any peach ever tasted.

Crazy Horse September 2003

Crazy Horse September 2003
Originally uploaded by FreeManWalking

I call this photo Ambition. Honestly I can't think of a more ambitious undertaking than reshaping a mountain into the dynamic image of a great leader. Perhaps my favorite thing about this photo are the trucks, trailer, and unfinished road, showing that even Ambition is a work in progress. For more information about the sculptor go to

http://www.crazyhorse.org/story/korczak.shtml

His life story makes good reading (because I cringe at the term "inspirational").

War Doesn't End

Here I am singing a song I wrote. I play it all over town and have had some interest from publishers (a couple of them are big time) but no one can figure out who would record this song.