Sometimes you work for dessert, sometimes work is the dessert. See that colorful bowl of raw veggies there? Just there, in the lower left foreground? The one surrounded by all the gadgetry, yet quietly, confidently holding it's own? That's dessert. Yep. My dessert. My less than stellar food choices rarely rate any ink. They're usually something not so very good for me, but taste so very yummy to me. Ah, the irony of eating like me...
So since this is one of those rare occasions where the work converges with a dessert that itself combines tasting good with being good, I thought I'd share it. Memorialize? That sounds so final. Like it may never happen again (and being raw veggies for dessert, that may very well be the case - the 'Sock It To Me' cake from the local grocer's bakery is so much sexier). However, I prefer to 'immortalize' it: capture it for posterity's sake. A touchstone of a time when the zen of work and reward flowed freely into a period of beautiful creativity and craft, passion and productivity and... produce ...? Yeah. Ah, what the hell, since I fell on it, I'll just roll with it.
Now, I'm off to do more multi-tasking. Before the caffeine wears off. What? Did you think that broccoli carrot sticks and cauliflower inspired this random stream of semi-consciousness ramble? That's just crazy talk, man. Nope. It is after all, just dessert. I was simply riffing on the fact that I'm diggin' the vedge, quite literally so. The caffeine's actually fueling this little soliloquy, and if I want to capitalize on the buzz to squeeze out some more work, I'd better have at it.
So for now intrepid traveler of interwebs, I bid you adieu. Until next we meat again: What's your passion? Is work dessert, or dessert work? What's convergence mean to you?
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