Raspberry Puree

One time at work I had to find some raspberry puree to make an ice cream base sample, and I got the song "Raspberry Beret" in my head, only replacing the word beret with puree.

One time I told Max I did karate, and then Rudy started calling me "Karate Kid" in his old-man Jamaican accent. Hmmm, I wonder who told him. Rudy is such a gossiper--he knows everything that goes on around the plant.

One time at work I was carrying a pail and I tripped on a pallet with my clunky shoes and fell what felt like upside-down. I was alright, but my hand still has a weird bump on it. For about a week I could feel a mushy texture under my skin where the giant bruise was, but now it's small and solid. It's not very noticeable though.

One time at work I was dumping out old flavor samples in the sink and I felt like I was creating a masterpiece of swirl art. It was really cool when I dumped out a white emulsion and then a vibrant blue or green or red on top of it and it made interesting patterns.

Today I had to get rid of a bunch of failed fillings. Some of them were like jello molds and some were just thick and pasty. I kneaded my hands into them to break them up a little before shoving them down the sink to be destroyed by the garbage disposal. I like to get my hands dirty. I am not a huge fan of 8-hour days and long commutes but I really am a lot less emo than when I was in school. I want to remember how I felt during that time, how hard it was, because being away from it makes it seem easy.

Also, today I went to get lunch with Heather. She talks about whatever is on her mind, and she is so energetic and friendly. I still don't feel like we've clicked as friends, but we have enough in common to get along well.

This weekend is the annual summer karate mini-camp. I am excited for the morning tai-chi and hopefully more art and movement than fighting.