One Huge Lesson in Humility.

Omelet, bodega steamtray, 2 oz.—171 kcal.

Kilocal. Quant.
Breakfast
Mar 15 '17 @ 10:04 AM
'' 90 2
'' 171 3
'' 237 1
Breakfast
Sep 13 '14 @ 7:15 AM

Well if I’m going to dis­cuss this thing I should prob­ably use it.

I went to a diner called the Roxy; it was the only thing open at this time in Port­land and I’m still on EST. Burned through half my cal­or­ies in a meal.

Fatherhood-hardcoding makes it im­possible for me to wake up much later than 6AM EST no mat­ter how I try. The Roxy was sort of edgy-ish and had enorm­ous portions. I ordered a spin­ach omelet. It was heavy on the butter. I didn’t fin­ish it. I’d gone out look­ing for fruit and granola—good west-coast fare. There’s a break­fast in the hotel but it’s or­gan­ized around these damn croissants. I had them yesterday. I’m sure a per­son of less chaos could handle those croissants. But that’s not me right now.

I’m work­ing on my talk for tomorrow. I found the core of the talk, the emo­tion­al center. Finally. It al­ways takes so damn long. I guess the them is that liv­ing with your­self in the world is hard. The de­mands of the world are ba­sic­ally impossible. They don’t scale.

I’m miss­ing the con­fer­ence proper, which is too bad. But I want to see how far I can get here in this hotel room.

I went to a gro­cery store and bought a couple en­ergy bars and some fruit for lunch. Let’s see how far that gets me.

Going to do a bunch of situps too.

Going to calm down.

'' 90 2
'' 297 1
'' 171 3
'' 98 2
Breakfast
Mar 27 '14 @ 2:01 PM
'' 90 2
'' 297
1/2
'' 171 2
Lunch
Dec 25 '13 @ 12:44 PM

Mo made us nice omelets.

'' 100 2
'' 9 4
'' 171 1
Breakfast
Dec 05 '13 @ 11:13 AM

In­cludes therapist-provided banana.

'' 110 1
'' 102 1
'' 297 1
'' 171 1
'' 55 2
Breakfast
Nov 14 '13 @ 9:42 AM
'' 90 2
'' 297 1
'' 171 2
Breakfast
Nov 07 '13 @ 10:27 AM
'' 100
3/2
'' 90 2
'' 297
1/2
'' 171
3/2
Breakfast
Oct 07 '13 @ 8:32 AM
'' 651 1
'' 171 1
'' 74 1
Breakfast
Sep 09 '13 @ 2:08 PM
'' 0 8
'' 297 1
'' 171 1
Breakfast
Jul 31 '13 @ 3:40 PM

Diner

'' 100 2
'' 90 2
'' 171 1
Breakfast
Apr 29 '13 @ 11:24 AM
'' 297 1
'' 171 2
Dinner
Feb 05 '13 @ 8:00 PM
'' 96
2/3
'' 99 2
'' 110 1
'' 120 1
'' 171 2
Breakfast
Aug 14 '10 @ 10:56 AM

After we left the clin­ic we walked down Broad­way and de­cided to go to Ben Ash, a tour­ist trap diner, for something com­fort­ing and dinerly. Sure, an om­elet is $16, but these big, stu­pid places are ef­fi­cient and everything is hot and buttered. What fol­lowed was a host of terrors. Corned Beef Hash that tasted of cumin; pota­toes that were compost; and a num­ber of things that never ar­rived and other things sent back.

“Just give me the bagel I ordered,” I said, and when fi­nally the bagel was delivered, toasted but cold, as I put it to my mouth [Wife] poin­ted out that it was stained—some sort of dark drip­pings on the side. Coffee? Feces? Rat blood? The waiter took it away, apologizing. Old New York, the kind that kicks you in the crotch then asks you to pay for the wear on the shoe, lives. And for $42 (with tip), even after we sent back 2/3 of the meal, we got to see the stained bagel. Then we went next door and got bagels, un­sul­lied and soft.

'' 354 1
'' 171
5/2
'' 358
1/3
Breakfast
Jul 17 '09 @ 12:31 PM

Steam­tray om­elette sold in slices—dangerous, but quantifiable. Ac­count­ab­il­ity is as im­port­ant as ac­tu­al nu­trit­ive value.

At my desk I tuck in. A blast of but­ter in my mouth. Straight-up fat. I think of it cooking, sizz­ling on the grill in the bub­bling butter. When I as­cend to heaven—an ad­mit­tedly comic sight, be­cause you’d need a thick wire on the crane—let grease-soaked cher­ubim her­ald me with trum­pets made of salt.

I al­ways as­sumed the sweet is the trigger, be­cause fat­ties love candy, but it seems to be the snack. I want the sweet to fol­low the salty. The sweet unto itself, without the pre­fat­ory pret­zels or chips, is indistinct. But after—like a ci­gar­ette after sex (not that I’d ever be al­lowed one)—the sweet is a revelation. It can be ap­pre­ci­ated only in its re­la­tion to history.

Clock hands spinning.

'' 14 8
'' 171
5/2