Bake and Release · 22 October 2016

A friend of mine likes to bake and release. It is a great concept that I wish more of my baker friends would do. And that I wish I could do too.

Chelsea is a great baker. She bakes cookies and cakes and all sorts of delectable treats. Sometimes she shares those treats with our staff. It is her way of satisfying her joy of cooking and her desire to stay away from too many sweets. Which is why Chelsea bakes and releases said treats to those around her. Of course, her practice makes those around her more rounder. (I know it is incorrect English, but it is also one of my more stupider puns.)

Chelsea had made some of those delicious treats a few weeks ago and merely told us about them. She did not bake and release. She did tell us that she meant to bring them, but the cookies did not make it out her front door. Apparently, her husband is a chow hound like every other male I know, and does not share in Chelsea’s desire to share the wealth. Actually, she said that he had eaten just a few, but enough that there would not be enough to release to the wild things at lunch.

I was surely disappointed that I had missed out on the treats, but I was glad that Chelsea’s husband got to eat them. After all, I am usually not a bake and releaser. I am a baker and eater. I gobble up cookies and cakes and every treat. If I had blue fur and googly eyes, I might be mistaken for Cookie Monster, the way I like to chomp down goodies. Of course, I am a bit neater than said monster. After all, I do not want to waste even one crumb.

Or even give those crumbs to others.

I have tried to bake and release. It is just so hard to let those goodies get out of the house. I wish it was easy to take the aromas and tastes away and give them to others. It is just that the aromas and tastes are the aromas and tastes. I do not want to give them away. I want them for myself.

Which is why I am not cut out for the whole bake and release philosophy or practice. However (hint, hint), I am completely open to those who do like to practice bake and release.

© 2016 Michael T. Miyoshi

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My Blog Writes Itself · 15 October 2016

Sometimes, my blog just writes itself. Other times, it seems I have never put pen to paper or fingers to keyboard.

I have been blogging since 2006. Some weeks, I do not seem to have enough time to write all the ideas that I have. Other weeks, I struggle to get one word on the page. Actually, the words come, but I struggle to get any coherent thoughts on the page. It is not writer’s block (a mere myth). It is something else altogether. I just do not know what it is. I am probably just mental those days.

But the days when my blog writes itself, I just sit there and am amazed at what comes out. It is still word after word of utter nonsense. Drivel as one (maybe two) of my friends would say. But they just flow. My fingers fly over the keyboard as thoughts just keep flowing. It is the best feeling ever for a writer.

Until I read it again.

Sometimes after a session of writing with complete ease, I come back to said writing and see how poor it is. I wonder at the sentence structure, the organization of paragraphs, and of course, the story itself. I wonder at my own sanity. And I wonder if it really matters since it still seems I have more imaginary readers than real ones. (That will probably be as true when I hit one-thousand readers as when I had just two.)

Then again, sometimes I am happy at the drivel I produce. Word after word makes sense and at least amuses me. Not that amusing myself is what I am after. I really do want other people to read what I write. I just know that if I am not happy with what I write, others will not be either. Or they might love it.

I can count on one hand the number of times I have hated something but posted it anyway, and other people loved it. I do not remember which few those were, but I know it happened. I am not lying this time. (I hear The Mindboggling Mrs. Miyoshi saying, “Liar!” anyway.)

Regardless of whether my fingers fly or the words flow, I must write. It is part of my DNA. Part of the way I operate. Part of who God made me. And so come what may, I write. It is work when words do not come. But it is just so much fun when my blog (or other projects) just writes itself.

© 2016 Michael T. Miyoshi

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None of the Above · 8 October 2016

We were talking about politics at lunch the other day and the film Brewster’s Millions came up. Now, I know how I am going to vote in the presidential race.

Everybody knows that you are not supposed to talk about politics, finances, or religion in polite company or groups of more than one, but sometimes we break those rules. This particular short political conversation started when one of my colleagues was reading another’s water bottle and asked, not so innocently, “Does that say Trump?”

The other was aghast. “What? No!”

The asker, Dave, had seen the R, U, M, and P on our unnamed colleague’s water bottle. Our unnamed colleague, Andie, read the word which the R, U, M, and P were actually part of (they were not just a whole word by themselves). Then she might have used an expletive (probably not, but it makes the story more interesting) to explain how she would never vote for that candidate.

Ignoring my own thoughts of self-preservation and the great advice given to all about polite company, I posited that perhaps neither presidential candidate this year was a very good one. To which Marc, my good friend and faithful reader, replied, “None of the above.”

“Yeah,” I agreed, missing the movie reference.

Naturally, Marc helped his slow friend along. He said character names and other references to help me get it, but I had no clue. As usual. So he finally got exasperated and said, “Brewster’s Millions? Richard Pryor? None of the above?”

I got it. “Oh yeah. Great movie.”

Now for those about as clueless as me or those who have not seen the movie, Brewster’s Millions is about Montgomery Brewster (played by Richard Pryor) who inherits a ton of money ($300 million). Or at least he will. If and only if he spends a tenth of that amount in a month without having any assets to show for it. And he is limited on how much he can give to charity. The movie shows the efforts it takes Brewster to spend that much money on nothing.

One of the more zany ideas Brewster has for spending the money is to run for office in the race for the mayor of New York City. In his campaign, he tells people to vote for None of the Above. Naturally, he wins.

I never thought of Brewster’s Millions as a prophetic or political movie, but it seems to be so. For if Colin Powell believes that neither of the two candidates from the main parties are really viable candidates for President of the United States of America, why should anybody else? I would certainly trust one of the most loyal and honorable men in the history of the United States in his assessment of potential presidents. Which is why I plan to follow the movie. I plan to write in None of the Above for president.

I know it is crazy. Zany. And probably stupid, but I really am going to write in None of the Above. It is the only vote I can make in good conscience. I do not believe most of the words either candidate says. And I find appalling the words that I do believe. But what I find least appealing of all is neither candidate seems to have any character at all.

There is nobody on the ballot for president of the United States of America that I would like to call the leader of the free world. I would write in Colin Powell, but he has made it clear that he would not run for the office. So I will do the next best thing that my conscience allows. I will vote for None of the Above. Sure, it is throwing my vote away, but the electoral college is going to do whatever it does anyway.

I know it is impossible, but I wonder what would happen if people actually voted like they did in Brewster’s Millions and elected None of the Above? I do know, but I am willing to find out.

(Actually, I plan to write in Colin Powell for president as my vote for none of the above.)

© 2016 Michael T. Miyoshi

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