on the lunchroom, once again

somehow today at work, the subject of lunchroom conversation became the difference between dealers and the guys who collect. a coworker said this: "if we could get away with it, we would all do it. sit back, collect the money, but stay spotless. i would do it. everyone would do it."

i'm not sure that i have disagreed with anything more in my life. not self-righteous, no. it's just wrong.

sure, it's easy to collect the dough, make the threats, have the power. you just don't see what it does to people. lives are ruined because the ones with the power are the ones with the greed and apathy. the bosses watch their underlings polish the new boat and redo the house while the addicts inch their way closer to the grave, while everyone pushes and while nobody is left to pull them back out.

on freezing herbs, etc.

"if you can't get out an english word, that's embarassing. you gotta sit back for a while."

"i tried pot one time. i didn't know what he was putting in my deep-freeze. you do put herbs in the deep-freeze."

new revelation. the latter is a quote from my mother.

sleeping in.
eating butter.
drinking wine.
timing.
fondue.

i should write a haiku. but i don't think i will.