Beef .... it's what's for Breakfast

This is a cow I came across while hiking the Great Glen Way about a decade ago. Unlike sheep, who are delightful to hike through, cows are mean and dirty. I hiked by one pasture for for more than a mile where the resident cows lined up along the fence and stared me off their land. As soon as I would get almost to the end of the line of cows, the lead cow would moo and run up and start the line up again.

I do like beef though.

Just last week I was talking to B. about the "Where's the Beef" campaign and then I got a flyer with Wendy's coupons and it appears they are bringing it back. This morning my breakfast was leftover beef roast, leftover rice and chick peas from the grill, leftover stir fried radishes and bok choy. Kind of weird and heavy but I had it after being up for 3 hours, going to the gym, and going to Farmer's Market. That's pretty much lunch.

I'm pretty sure the next love of my life

is interested in a special race of old Swedish cows.

Having decided that online dating, speed dating, and ummm, any kind of dating are not for me, I've decided on the plan B. The same plan I've used for the past 20 years -- meet a random guy while out and about and drift into a relationship. Sure it hasn't worked out so great and sure the pickings are slimmer these days, but it's got better odds than engaging in email chat with the guy who sent me a message about "Neil Young's cover of Pants on the Floor."

So I've picked up my lapsed subscription to Time Out Chicago and will try to make myself get out more often. Tonight, this event caught my eye:

Swedish Cows: Slow Art, An Audiovisual Journey in Stillness is a mixture of artistic expression through the use of various mediums, including: glass, textile, photography, video, light, and sound. The goal of the display is to exhibit stillness with inspirational objects using fantasy lighting, slow moving video impressions, and wonderful sounds. Facts and cultural history, about a special race of old Swedish cows – Friendship Cows – will be tied into the exhibition.

mooooooooooo

*true confession: that is not a Swedish cow, it is a Scottish cow that I met along the Great Glen Way.