then a lifetime (American Sonnet)

until I saw your face
I had completely forgotten the time we went through
the same thing

almost.

hollow, clenched days trying to work and pretend

nights in a blue vinyl chair
in a green tiled room, still pretending

waiting for the end of what you know life to be

it's funny how fast things can change in an unfunny way
we were given minutes to prepare, then hours, then days, then weeks

you'd settle for miserable any-things and be GRATEFUL
given the alternative

I didn't anticipate or deserve
A Miracle

trying (eight words)

effortless
or just a complete
lack
of effort?

08 (Haiku)

super delegates
super annoying to me
get this over with

spin (eight words)

can you
make it
sound like
i won?

dig your own hole (eight words)

dig your own hole
Originally uploaded by steakbellie.

strange familiarity
in being
your own
worst enemy

In Defense of Food

I am currently reading a book by Michael Pollan called "In Defense of Food".  You may know him for writing a book called "The Omnivore's Dilemma".  This book is the right information at the right time for me.  I've been wanting to blog about this book on a daily basis, but I'm waiting a little to fully digest the information.  It's not that it's hard to understand, it's just that I am an extremely slow adapter when it comes to my lifestyle and habits.  I don't like change, and I need overwhelming evidence to make incremental moves.

Mostly this book makes me want to draw diagrams.  It doesn't have any graphics and whenever I want to retell one of the points I want to show it in an illustration.  I think I will need to write about this book in several short articles, and I will need to draw pictures.  Yes, yes.

My own theory about food & life is this:
Eat Less, Exercise More

But I am really being sold on Michael Pollan's seven words:
Eat Food, Not Too Much, Mostly Plants

It's NOT a vegetarian book, but analyzes 'The Western Diet' how it came about over the last 100 years, why Science keeps screwing up our diet further, and more! 

Much more to come…and diagrams!

From the Ether

will you be strong enough
to slow-clap at the funeral?

and he's not the only one (eight words)

the devil
is bored
with you.

go home

The Alternate Route Costs $20,000,000 (eight words)

what ever
happened to
me becoming
an Astronaut?

fool the body (eight words)

like trompe-loeil
but
for all the senses

100,000 Page Views for my Blog!

And all along I thought it was just me reading my own crap!

Frank Lloyd Wright of the Fork and Spoon

ok
have a beer and catch up with me

So for Valentines Day my wife and I waited till sat night to go out, so we could have some time and enjoy ourselves.

Fortunately, our very favorite place is cheap and fun and SOOOOOO good. It's sort of like having dinner at your best friends house, assuming he was the best Italian chef ever that chose the meal according to what was available that morning at the Italian Market.


So apparently I've been drinkng and my wife asked me what a friends house looked like.

As dinner was cleared, I gathered every soon fork and clam fork available and built a floorplan using those on our 2 top.

Now I've been reading architectural drawings and elevations for 10 years so for me to express myself with silverware seemed pretty acceptable to me.

to my wife and waitress and everyone else present I'm sorry if it didnt make sense to you. It was good. I'm pretty sure.

Compasionate Conservatism

Your Black Heart
enlarged
pumps light sweet crude
for $100 a barrel
and thats all this has ever been about

repeat repeat repeat (haiku)

bullshit in high def
goddamn Farnsworth Invention
bless the writers strike

a cold winter night

Last night I lay in bed a long time thinking about my life. My wife was asleep peacfully and various animals (and not kids for once) were tucked into the folds of our bedding, sharing the heat. Without much awareness I farted in the puppy's face and she burst into a two minute sneezing fit.

Knowing that today she learned a lifelong lesson today, I was satisfied enough to drift off to sleep.

broke sucks...

We're all somewhere (eight words)

We're all somewhere
Originally uploaded by steakbellie.

It's over
much too soon.
Enjoy the Time.

Finesse

The Oldest
Originally uploaded by steakbellie.

My oldest son, C@leb, is the most committed to the sport. He runs and works out specifically to be better at wrestling. He intends to wrestle in High School next year, and occassionally gets called up to practice with the High School despite that he is only in 8th Grade.

It's really fun for me to talk with him about the sport, as he puts alot of thought into what moves he should be perfecting in practice, and which coaches should he be getting training from.

C@leb prefers tougher opponents and loves to be tested under pressure, and hopes to go to Nationals this year!
He's 13 and 125lbs

Force

Always the Middle
Originally uploaded by steakbellie.

This is my middle son. He's 11 now and wrestles at 105lbs.

I'm always amazed at how differently the three of them wrestle. Ch@arlie's matches always remind of a clubbing. He plan is usually to scare the crap out of the kid with strength and shoot in on them deep when they are retreating. He's had some success with it this year.

Here, he's about to snap his opponents head down.

Baby Strikes Again

Baby Strikes Again
Originally uploaded by steakbellie.

7 Matches this morning for my boys, 7 wins and ALL of them were pins! Typically at least 1 of the three of them is not wining.

I really like this photo from M@x's match. The ref just slapped the mat signifying the pin, and my son jumped up from excitement. His opponent is looking very defeated. You can see the whole story in the photo.

Election 04 (eight words)

please believe
some tried;
just not
our best

The Persistence of Loneliness (American Sonnet)

i walk to get my lunch
drawing up contingency plans

in case i get mugged from behind
or a meteor strikes

in case someone says hello to me
or an old stranger has a heart attack

in case i am bit by a radioactive spider and gain superpowers
or the economy goes into depression and i lose everything

in case jesus returns
or my house catches fire while i am naked

in case someone cuts my brake lines
or puts sugar in my gas tank while i am outrunning corrupt police

i see it all
and i intend to be prepared

Wednesday (eight words)

maybe you should
wear those ashes
more often?

waiting it out (American Sonnet)

never had the good drugs
just filtering gallons of the worlds weakest poisons
pedestrian sub-poisons if you will
high fructose corn syrup
or some orange dust that tastes like cheese

we are just wasting time
or doing laundry
till the next alarm goes off

my crime is watching reports of who the Olsen Twins killed
my crime is watching Rey Mysterio do the 619

and some poor Reservist
is going to give his right leg
just to be as bored and idle
as i am

MLE Chowdown Championships!

Well it's posted if you missed it on SPIKE. They just played this during the Superbowl halftime this week. Wing Kong and I get plenty of coverage in this one in the first few minutes. It's only 23 minutes total.

The greatest honor is given to Wing Kong and I when announcer, Crazy Legs Conti describes us as the 'Haim and Feldman' of Competitive Eating. What better could he say?????

Thanks KatRocket, Matthes, and Chris for catching it Live!

And THANKYOU Artie Lange!!!!!!!

It's soda, Mom.....

The funny thing is that that the guy in the Mohawk just ate 221 Wings or so about 2 hours before in Wing Bowl 16.

release

for the few of you that need news before the freshness dating lapses: I didn't win WingBowl. Hell, I didn't even make the second round let alone win it. Not even close.

I ate the best first round of my 3 years, but it wasnt enough. Improving by 6 or 8 wings a year wont keep you ahead of a surging talent pool like we have in Major League Eating right now.

I had spent alot of time in the last couple months strengthening my jaw for this and THAT was successful. I bit through bones during the contest and it never got sore like in previous years. I was super-clean with my wings. Maybe too clean? My strategy was to be super-clean so maybe thats the flaw. I was 6 wings away from 80 wings when the first 14 minutes ran out.....I wasn't full. I wasn't done.

The great Wing Kong has said "I didn't get beat, I just ran out of time" and maybe that applies here. Good News? Wing Kong, had a final first round count of 80 and went on to eat 121 or so by the end of the second. I know how bad he wanted that second round appearance and he put the time into training to get it. It's awesome news!!

The float is another story, and that you will have to wait a couple days on. We were in a 3 way tie for first and somehow didn't win a damn thing. THATS a Crime that I will tell in my crime story blog. We looked good. We looked f'ing great.

Overall it was a BLAST and I got to see some of my good friends from across the country. We ate alot of wings for free, and had a few beers toboot.

I was looking forward to the end, but now I'm sad it's gone. I still see those last six wings.

sigh (eight words)

knew i
was different,
learned i
wasnt special

yesterday (eight words)

in many
ways, I
got what
I deserved