There's grilled salmon, fried salmon, salmon scampi, salmon gumbo, salmon cocktail, smoked salmon...

I know this person who is pretty neat. I hold her in pretty high regards, and tend to view her words as law. Recently, she told me that I haven't been writing enough in my blog posts. Too many pictures, she says. They're nice pictures, sure, but she wants more words. To her, I say this:



and this:



That's right. You heard me.

Last Saturday, I attended a deep-sea-fishing-surprise-birthday-party for my friend, Silverman. Her boyfriend APV set the whole thing up. We set sail aboard the Captain Joey at 6 am, out of the Bay and under the Golden Gate Bridge, and we kept going until we were 30 miles (or 264 knots...or something) out in the Pacific Ocean. Then, we fished. For four + hours. And, surprisingly, I never got bored. A little nauseous, sure, but never bored. And the best part is, I caught a 20 pound Wild Pacific King Salmon (not the best part for the fish, I'm guessing).





What have we learned? Fish on both sides of the country fear me. And if you're a sea lion, you'd better stay the heck away form Capt. Mushy.

Thirst for knowledge

For the past 2 months, I've been taking Hebrew lessons with my mom at the local JCC. Being in a classroom environment has reminded me that sometimes, I actually enjoy learning. My desire to learn is entirely equal my my lack of attention, hence my NPR-style skill set (I know how to do a little bit of a lot of things.). I can kind of play the accordion, I kind of know how to perform trampoline movements (stop laughing--it's not as easy as it sounds. There's a scientific method and physioligical know-how involved. I'm telling you, I took 2 quarters of trampoline in college. I said stop laughing.), I can knit, kind of...the list goes on.

But this time, I found the lessons that will keep my attention nice and focused: ventriloquism in a month! See, it's the combined promise of learning something in a month, and learning something that will so totally impress my friends at parties.

And if it doesn't impress them, I obviously need new friends.

I boldly go places.

I'm feeling rather hopeful today. It must be the spring-like weather we had over the weekend. That, combined with learning new skills (knitting, touch-typing, and Hebrew classes) make me feel optimistic about my ability to adapt to our changing environment. This is an incredibly important ability, especially because I am, like, so getting old. Yesterday, I got so fed up with the loud and ridiculous "music" that was being blared in the hip n' cool section of Macy's that I had to leave--without purchasing anything. And when Max and I were at Safeway buying cheese and German beer to make Rachel Ray's 30 minute Cheese and German Beer Fondue, the cashier asked for Max's ID, while he said to me,"I don't need to see yours. You're old enough."

But I'm not bothered. Because I can adapt to my changing environment, as evidenced by my newly acquired knitting, touch-typing, and Hebrew-speaking skills.

Here's me looking optimistic: