I’m an omnivore and I’m okay

The other day I had some great sushi for lunch, but I didn’t get the standard woosie-assed little seaweed rolls, I got the real deal… the salmon Nigiri. For those of us who’s Japanese is a little rusty, that roughly translates to “big chunks of raw salmon”. It was awesome. Not very often do you come across a food that actually tastes like its really good for you, cooked food seems stripped and bleached by comparison.
While I was eating it I felt like a hungry grizzly bear, sitting in a stream and tearing into spawn-running salmon with my teeth and claws. Perhaps the bears are on to something with that diet… if I could only find a reliable source for fresh berries and grubs.

I’ve been having this odd reoccurring dream lately. It’s come back to haunt me at least a half dozen times over the last year… In it I’m sitting in a truck, either my old pickup or the work 5-ton, and the brakes don’t work. Not in the way you’re thinking, I’m not doing 100 kph down a hill with a sharp corner, I’m just trying to stay stopped. No matter how hard I push on the brakes, with both feet even, the truck refuses to stay put. It slowly rolls backwards or forwards on level ground, in a parking lot or at a stoplight. The only way to keep it close to where it should be is to constantly shift from forward to reverse every few seconds, using the engine idle speed to bump it back into position. At one point, with the 5-ton, I even got out to place wheel chocks under the back tires. Nothin, rolled right over them. I’m sure there are all kinds of meanings that can be derived from this. The best one that I can come up with on my own is that I don’t like change (duh). No matter how hard I try to keep things static, the big ol’ truck of my life just keeps on rollin. It’s sad, I know.
One of these nights I’m just gonna take my feet off the brake and stomp on the gas, I bet I could do a lot of damage.