It is said that we can be our own worst enemy...

My blessing today is being my own best friend.

Woke up, had breakfast with Roshan before he took off, then it all began.

First, work emails and calls while watching Ellen. Next, off to get dressed and ready for action, then to the Baha'i Center for a couple of hours, then to my first of two deliveries of driers, which I did solo as well, might I add.

After I got back to the cities and said "Self"

At that I replied "Yeah?"

Then I said to myself "What do you want to do tonight?"

I said "I don't know"

"Come on, be decisive"

To which I replied "I want to study more about business, but I want to eat good, probably the great Chinese place in Dinky Town. Probably General Tao's Shrimp. And if I am good enough and get far with my studies, I would like to treat myself, but I don't quite know how yet."

"Sounds pretty decisive to me!"

And I said "Yeah I have my moments!"

So then I went there and ate that very dish! So good. I studied a lot too!

note: Did you know that the Virgin Group runs all their companies (Virgin Records, Virgin Airlines, Etc...) in very entrepreneurial ways? They keep there staff very small, then when they grow one company too big, they split in half and make more companies... kinda reminds me of a zygote... weird.

Good Stuff.

Then- I was like huh... I deserve a little treat after all this studying,after all my brain is fried... ok so it wasn't fried, but I neededR & R. SO! Why not go to Acme Comedy Club and see Robert Hawkins for a little Tuesday night fun?

"ok."

GREAT TIME!

Thanks self. Good night.

"mmm... Chinese food..." or "Hello MSG!"

So last night I was eating at a Chinese place across the street from my new Apartment. I consider this place a blessing. They even have wifi! Here are some rAmBliNgs of my experience...

I am about to eat at the very authentic looking Chinese restaurant across the street from my new apartment in South Minneapolis.

I come in. A dry smell of slightly rancid cooking oil looms in the air. The loan worker looks up from her laptop as I walk in. She is in her late 20's or early 30's, Chinese, I guess and is about 7 1/2 months pregnant, a later conversation confirms this). Having been out in the front at a customer table she gets up, says "hello" and turns to walk toward the counter to grab me a menu. I introduce myself. She says her name is Grace. How pleasant, 'Grace'. I wonder if she has an asian name? Why would she not tell me? Does she take me for every other ethnocentric white young american male who thinks less of those he understands less about. Grace, it was a name that any corn fed american man could understand.

She waddled softly as she came to bring my dish to me. It smelled lovely, and she had the smile of anticipation, one that said she had made this and she hoped I loved it so. It looked delicious. I thanked her for cooking it and dug in! DELICIOUS!