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Hank

Had lunch with my old photography boss yesterday.. Hit some new shi-shi Cuban / Puerto Rican / Tapas restaurant down in the U-City Loop.

Duck and pork meatball hoagie with melted Chiuaua Cheese and roasted peppers.

Great visit as always… She asked to look at some of the photography I’ve been doing for projects. She was gracious and constructive… I was, of course, neurotic.

Spent the afternoon with a client. I’m only now starting to learn the power of project scheduling. Now if i can fit that piece together with understanding retainers, work will become… well… less tense.

The guys struck again with their dime-store finds and gave me “Hank – the incredible growing monkey”.

You’re supposed to put him in water and he grows to seven times his size. The process isn’t terribly pretty though – So far, since submerged in water, Hank looks to be suffering from a disfiguring illness.

Kirby blipped a message asking if I had ever heard of Myzithra… I said no of course and wondered how he got a urinary tract infection.

My assumptions were wrong.

Myzithra is a Greek cheese, sort of like a dry, powdery version of Feta. *And a great excuse for an impromptu dinner party.

He headed over after work, Mysithra in-hand. Cooked up a mess of pasta and mixed in the cheese, fresh basil, garlic, extra virgin olive oil and butter.

It was yummy as was the company.

After dinner socializing followed by a little uno and everyone was off and to bed before eleven.

Sorry – can’t blog – gotta go lick the cheese grater.

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this kirby doesn’t suck

Mom’s outa the hospital – safe and sound. She’ll go in for surgery next week to have ole gallbladder yanked but apparently it’s a simple procedure these days. Thanks ya’ll for nice words.

So… somewhere between email volleys with a fiery tempered client yesterday a little name showed up in my inbox…. “From Kirby, Shawn”. I would have dropped my laptop were it not sitting on the table.

I’ve known “of” Shawn longer than anyone else. Back then he was just the lanky weird hairy kid in 7th grade gym class who also didn’t seem to care much for team sports.

We had a mutual friend in high school but we didn’t bond until our incarceration at one of Missouri’s fine liberal arts institutions after high school.

Commiserating in our bad school choice, our Freshman college year was spent getting into a huge string of misadventures.

The following year, we ditched the school, but not each-other. For the rest of our twenties we’d still hang out and keep in touch – but as life, love and careers have a tendency to distract, with increasing infrequency.

Shawn hasn’t changed much. He’s still lanky, hairy and weird. But the older I get, the more I passionately cherish these types of qualities in people.

At the risk of insult trying to describe a personality that defies description: Shawn could be likened to a reincarnation of one of the Beat poets, (sans the drinking problem). Possessor of great intellect, funny and provoking takes on the world and a frank, mater-of-fact delivery make his company nothing short of intoxicating.

After a couple of email volleys he shot me his cell phone number and once I got over the shock that he actually “owned” a cell-phone (you’d have to know him) – we chatted for a while and made arrangements for him to swing by the house and hang out that very night.

Had a nice visit… as usual – it was as if we had just talked the day before. Hours later we parted promising to not wait another 2-years before checking in.

There’s times I catch myself wondering if there’s some cosmic intervention that keeps bringing these amazing people into my life.

There’s also times I get paranoid that I’m blogging or something.