Passion flavor

10:29pm Mon

If there is anything I learned tonight it would have to be that food and writing is a passion that is shared by all. Now making that a combination to no less creating a profession, well hats off to Bourdain. If you are that passionate about it I think you should write about it. This is one off the first lessons I tell grad students that seek my advisory comments for their thesis. Write. Write. Write. You can never write enough in the beginning, as they will find no time to do this later in the year: bombarded with verbal attacks on their design, glue stuck to their fingers from making endless models, and the shear stress of just surviving.
I say write again. But like the restless child we all once were, our parents telling us not to stick our fingers in the electrical socket were just white noise forever humming in our ears, until...zap. I give that cliche face, but I never say, I told you. I offer whatever advice I can to get them to write with a sort of passion (with weeks remaining in their scholastic careers) that equal to a pig eating their slop ferociously knowing they will be my slop at my next Phils barbecue endeavor. Concentrative motivation. Yet I contradict myself in previous lectures on how next to impossible it is to turn on and off the creative switch.
Regardless, we find our ways to get though it all.; finishing the thesis books, completing those task force designs, and yes finding a way through another few slices of brisket.
Passion is underneath all these layers of life's events. Sometimes we have to peel away some to grow better layers. Without it life is just a crime. For you Albert Camus fans of The Stranger, you know where I am coming from with this statement.
Good Night and Good News!