So here's the thing. I drink Monster. I drink a lot of Monster and I've gotten Meg addicted to the stuff as well. Whenever I have one there is usually a feeling of euphoria that comes over me along with a sense that I can accomplish nearly anything. Nothing crazy like Become President, or Solve World Hunger. Littler things like I can get a book published, or become a songwriter as a career.
Lately, I've worried that my dreams of becoming a Lawyer or even just getting a Bachelors Degree in History are too ambitious. Particularly when I listen to the news about the economy and stories on NPR about how being unemployed long term changes a person.
The latest Monster induced fantasy is about blogging. Dumb, lame and been done. I know. That's what happens when you drink and read Wil Wheaton though. You start thinking, 'Ok, I'm enjoying this, but I could totally do this just as well'. It isn't until after the caffeine withdrawals hit and your endorphin levels steady that the reality sets in. Wil Wheaton was famous before he started blogging. He had a small but fanatical fan base. If he wants to write about nothing in particular, there are people that will listen.
Other bloggers like the one my wife reads, TheBloggess, are just so damn entertaining that you can't help but enjoy the humor and irreverence of the stories. I bust a gut laughing about the metal chicken incident.
But what do I have? Seriously, what in the world can I contribute the landscape of the blogosphere. It's already been made apparent to me that "Everyone is a writer" (the '.. thinks they are...' clause is implied in that statement. The same way that "Everyone is a photographer". So seriously, do I have a shot?
Then there's the passion thing. You're supposed to LOVE what you do. In Mr. Wheaton's book he says something like, "You have to love it so much that it's worth all the rejection". That could easily be modified to say "... it's worth the work". There are only a two things that I really really enjoy, and one of them no one would pay me to do, and the other... well no one would pay me to do that either.
So what's the solution. An elephant bred with a rhinoceros.
San Diego has a new trend it seems like. Gobs of food are available on the street. Not litterally on the street because that would be gross, but the concept of having food accessible to people on the sidewalk from the street is a legitimate one. Food Trucks. San Diego has them. Especially if you're looking at www.foodtrucksd.com . That site can show where they are and when they'll be there and you'll be able to find one quickly and if you're hungry, they will satisfy that hunger with delicious foods.
The FoodTrucks that I have found were MIHO Gastrotruck which serves all Farm Fresh food. They have the best hamburger I think I've ever eaten. It was so non-traditional. Instead of pickles, mustard, mayo and ketchup, it had things like aioli and arugula. The Lamb-Burger was especially good.
The best Cheese Steak I also found on www.foodtrucksd.com. It was from Devilicious. Who would have thought that food coming from a grill off a truck could be that delicious. They were actually on the Food Network on a show especially for food trucks.
