End Game

For the past week, I have immersed myself in the process of revising my thesis. I learned while I can generate ideas and put them to prose, I need to continuously work on my editing skills. Suprisingly I'm enjoying the process. This process is writing in the end game. I want to research and read about how people put the finishing touches on their products. How did Van Gough know when his paintings were finished? What last word did Steinbeck add to the Grapes of Wrath? More importantly, who told them they were finished? I think this is what I talking about when I wrote about the enchiladas. Presentation is everything.
So, how do you know when the process is done?
Am I boring you?
Who are you?

makin enchiladas

I've always wanted to make enchiladas, but it always looked so complicated. The whole dipping the tortillas in hot oil, delicately rolling them, and presenting them just right so they don't look like some "exotic" Midwest casserole that comes out at Superbowl parties. Well, tonight I gave it a shot. I found out the first two parts weren't that hard, but the whole presentation thing got fouled up. The culprit was a small pan. So what's this got to do with anything? Well, it serves to explain the title of this blog: lost but hardly found. You see, for some time now, I've fancied myself capable at most things I do, but I have yet to be able to present something with precision that allows me to stand out for those things I do well. So I will use this blog to work on fleshing out ideas, and along the way figure out things to present precisely.... hmmm...
Things to think about:
Dropping the "be" formation in my writing
Accompanying my dad and his buddhist walking group to a lecture on Kurt Cobian
Spending more time with this blog and its presentation