Monday, March 31, 2014

a box of chocolates

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Oh bury me beneath the willow,
under the weeping willow tree
So He may know where I am sleepin' and
perhaps He'll weep for me

- Weeping Willow, The Stanley Brothers

A tough week. That's an understatement, no? Life is tough. And sometimes, despite the effort, the sleepless nights, the suffering ... things simply don't come out the other end like you expected. Like you wanted. So we sit down, take a moment, re-visit, re-assess, re-evaluate ... all those things good MBA's are taught. Last term was tough, no doubt. Did my efforts pay off, those long nights studying, those sunny weekends spent at my desk? Maybe. Maybe not. As in all things, it's a matter of perspective. But of course, that's not how the world works. There are rules. And regulations. And guidelines that must be enforced, in the name of standards. 

We move onto happy things. I went out for calçotada last weekend, a seasonal tradition in Catalunya. Calçots are a type of spring onion that are in season now. A local custom, they're grilled, and eaten with a dipping sauce, sort of like a tomato-y hollandaise. And they're fantastic. Tender, yet retaining that beautifully robust texture, sweet and soft in the mouth. Delicious. A fantastic Sunday lunch with my favourite people in the program.

No complaints man, no moaning. The things that've transpired ... it's over and done with. Let's figure out next steps, what we need to do to move on. 

DF

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