Real Life Awards

Everyone who has had enough of award shows raise their hands. I'm really jaded by their sameness. Don't get me wrong, I used to watch and enjoy them when they were few and far between, but for the most part now find them a big repetitive bore. It seems like the same group of people find each other at award shows and/or go to the post award parties and enjoy some congratulatory mutual masturbation. Enough!! I want to see Cher wear her feathers, Bjork swim in as a swan....Some individuality please. I don't blame the actors/actresses, they are playing the role assigned to them in these media conscious modern times...still....Sorry, this was based on headlines this am screaming who wore what, who smoozed whom.... many people can tell you these details, but can they tell you what individuals are on the Presidential cabinet and their role in making major policy for our country?

Okay rant mode off. What is interesting today? Real people, not the reality show extremes, but people who have interesting faces and often stories to go along with them. One of the things I love about being a counselor is the opportunity to share in people's stories, their narratives about their lives. I enjoy how they help me to see life through a different perspective. One of the recent pleasures I have discovered is well written blogs, especially about food, art and people's experiences about life...these are the people I would like to see an awards show for.

I'm including this photograph to illustrate my point. This man was sitting in front of the de Young Museum in San Francisco around closing time. I love his face and the way he was smoking his cigarette (it reminded of a picture I once saw of Winston Churchill). I wish I'd had the chance to talk with him, but in a way the photo shared a bit of his story.

Tonight's culinary pleasure...Tiramisu Gelato, rich creamy vanilla/marsicapone, sprinkled with a dusting of chocolate that melts in your mouth brings you to orgasmic heights and then slowly lets you come back to earth with the lingering memory of it and ready to go for another round...