I haven't written here in a long time. And as much as I would like to blame that on being too busy with maintaining the business and fatherhood, the truth is that I haven't had anything to say. Linecook had its run and served (and still to some extent, serves) its purpose. I'm proud of it and thankful for everything it has brought me. But the truth is that I look at the person that wrote it and he is not here. I do not recognize him anymore.
In the past year my career has reached a point where things started to settle down a bit. Hapa found its groove, I added two amazing chefs to my team, and the food started to really reach people. It seemed like a good time to step back and take stock of where we had been, where we would be going. A time to focus in on everything that had slipped through my fingers during that first difficult year. Instead I wanted things to be hard again. I craved the struggle. The person who started this blog at one point found refuge in cooking. It was a place to find peace. Then somewhere along the way the stress fractures started to give way and a volatile mix of worry, self doubt, and anger...and for fucks sake it felt glorious. There was no more potent cocktail that could make my adrenaline flow and force me to focus in.
Fiending for chaos is not a sustainable option for healthy living. When things are good you're on edge. When service is going smoothly you become irrational, irritated. Instead of bearing hardship through the beauty and intensity life offers you, instead you face it alone. You mistake your anger for quiet stoicism...dignity. Poor choices are made...professional and personal. Nothing will ever be good enough ever again--only youre too blind to see it.
What is a life well spent? Is it cooking and stars? Is it accolades and endorsement deals and making a buck? Is it a million followers or facebook friends? What the fuck is the point if the pleasure is only coming from the difficult parts?
- i just realized last week--almost all of the people in my life currently are people that create/make things...
- new york. different this last time around
- dj shadows the less you know, the better is brilliant
- im deeply grateful for Coi, because I cant really see it existing in any other city besides SF
- Svet thinks we should do a podcast
- Mostly this felt incoherent, but like Violet says, sometimes you have to write
- Kids crying. Gotta go.