Breakfast Challenge Day 2

Made a 3 egg scramble with spinach, garlic, mushrooms, chicken apple sausage and onions.

Pretty damn good.

Breakfast Challenge Day 1

I recently decided to give myself a little challenge:
To make a different breakfast every morning for two weeks in a row.
Today was day one of what I dub "The Two Week Breakfast Challenge".

Quite original, wouldn't you say?

I had to start off with something simple to warm up, so I made waffles and fried eggs.
I was feeling a little spontaneous, so I decided to be hip and put the fried eggs on top of the waffle.
It wasn't half bad.

I'm not going to post a picture of it, cuz I'm not into that food porn crap.

Instead, I invite you to enjoy this picture of a happy turtle family.

Tune in tomorrow to find out what's next on the menu.

Will it be eggs benedict?  A challenging omelet?  A family of turtles?

ONLY TIME WILL TELL.

UPDATES

LIFE UPDATES:

1) SLEEPING BAG

 I got a gigantic cozy L.L. Bean Sleeping Bag for Christmas.  I have been sleeping in it every night.  Perhaps this is a sign I should go camping?

2. BIKE

I have resolved to bike as much as possible.

I was inspired by my friend Luke (what a great name, eh?) who biked across the entire country after he graduated high school.  What a beast of a man.

Other Reasons:

a) Saves money on gas

b) Good for my health

c) Oh, and I guess its good for the environment or whatever.  But I'm more important.

I plan to make the small trip (about 4 miles) to my brother's house in Hercules for the big niner game today.  It took me about thirty minutes to make the trip last time, and I want to trim my time down to 25 minutes.

Rooting for a Har-bowl.  It's gonna happen.

3. PLAY 

In preparation for my upcoming college auditions, I have been reading plays like mad in search for a monologue.

Plays read:

Rabbit Hole by David Lindsay-Abbaire

August: Osage County by Tracy Letts (highly recommend)

This is Our Youth by Kenneth Lonergan

Currently Reading:

Simpatico by Sam Shepard

Oedipus, King of Thebes by Sophocles

I have a three hour break between classes on Tuesdays and Thursdays, and I plan to spend that time reading plays.  If you've got any good recommendations (preferably plays involving young men) send them my way!

The set for August: Osage County

Well, it's about time I got dressed and ready for the big game.  Go Niners!

An old short poem

Found this poem in an old notebook of mine and thought I'd share it:

The three legged create trumpets forward,
Breaking barriers of sound and time and
struggling for cultural relevance.

Ears turned off from meaning
and opened to blasting garbage.
Dance floor boogie is dead.
Replaced with shit instead.

Faint

So a girl literally fainted in my Developmental Psychology class while we were watching a video of a live birth.  Right when the head began to pop out, she just lost all control and knocked out.  Everyone looked her way in shock, but I turned back and continued watching the movie.  I was going to let some fainted girl ruin my cinematic experience.

I eventually turned my head to look, because I thought I might look like a jackass for watching the movie while someone in my vicinity was in danger.  The teacher had brought her back to the realm of the living and was asking her questions to test her memory.  I heard an older woman behind me utter "someone oughta go fan her face".  I looked back to see the same woman walking over with a piece of paper to fan the girl's face.  Her motherly instincts took over.

The teacher cancelled the class after she called an ambulance and I headed out of class, unenlightened as to what I could expect when my time to be a father came around.  But that won't happen for quite awhile.  Sorry to disappoint you mom.

I guess I need to put some kind of image in the blog to make it more visually appealing.  Welp, here goes:

"What should young people do with their lives today? Many things, obviously. But the most daring thing is to create stable communities in which the terrible disease of loneliness can be cured."-Kurt Vonnegut

Happy Travels.  Watch for squirrels.

Lucas

Wah

About a week ago I went to the SF Public Library before rehearsal and wrote out a long, unfinished blog post about my day.  I even took a couple of pictures to go along with it.  And so I woke this morning with the idea that I would finish that same blog and post it.  But alas, it has vaporized into thin air.  Ca put. 

I could have gotten really upset and spent my whole day whining about the post the could have been.  But I chose to say FUCK IT and move on.  Instead I will post the pictures I took at the library so you can have some visual stimulant.

                                    A book I found on the desk I sat at.  I love San Francisco.

I've been keeping quite busy with rehearsals for my show, Dog Sees God.  I'm paying a buttload of money to get out there on BART, but its well worth it.  The show and cast are awesome,  I walk everywhere I go (calf muscle increase) and I've gotten to know the city much better.

I was called in an hour early the other day to record the famous Peanuts "wah wah" sounds on trombone.  My main instrument is the trumpet, so it wasn't too hard to get a decent sound out of the trombone.  One of the technicians, Ross, brought in his trombone and a makeshift "wah wah" mute for me to use.

Well, shit.  

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eUyLwXhqlWU

The original Peanuts "wah wah"

Anyone interested in ordering tickets can visit this website:

http://www.boxcartheatre.org/

The house only seats about 50, so I'd suggest ordering soon if you wanna go.

I've had a lot of crazy adventures since my last blog that deserve their own post...but they will come in due time.  Until then, America.  Stay classy.

Lucas

                                                                               

Homeless Philosophy

You always meet the weirdest, most interesting people on BART.  Of course you occasionally meet some psychopaths, but for the most part people on BART are pretty cool.


I ran into one such fellow on the SF train.  For the sake of the blog, I'll call him Harold.  He was filthy and had a shopping cart full of bags.  To add on, he had a huge red birthmark on the left side of his forehead.  And out of nowhere, he began to speak loudly to no one in particular.  I put my book away and took out my journal.  I had to write this shit down.


"The priest don't really believe in God.  The priest travels to Rome and whatnot."

I jotted down the words as quick as I could.  I looked back up when he stopped.  His gaze was downcast and his eyes looked empty.  He was definitely in his own little world.  He lifted his head back up and began to speak:

"Do good things, like pick up litter and volunteer and stuff like that...And don't do it once a week, do it everyday."

I finished writing as the train came to the next stop.  I looked back up to see Harold wheeling his cart out on to the platform.  I opened my journal back up and read what I had wrote.  The stuff about the priest didn't really make sense, but what he said about doing good things resonated with me.  Surprising the wisdom one picks up from the homeless, eh?

This was my first of many encounters with the wildly diverse BART culture. I'll continue to post shenanigans when they arise.  For now, it's beddy bye time.

Good Night America.



 Lazy Luke