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Post number two and we are going deep!! This is a tough post to write.   I am torn as I really want to get this on paper before the memory fades away but it is a challenge to share the content!  As you will shortly see, at face value it is a bit embarrassing but sometimes you need a little bit of a shock to spring you into action and a shock I did receive.   For the past few weeks I have been trying to process a really odd but somewhat insightful dream that I had.  Not only was the content and some of the insights odd but the mere fact that I remember the dream itself was out of the ordinary.   See it is rare for me to remember my dreams.  It is rare to the point that over the past decade I could count on one hand the number of recalled dreams that I have had.  Now according to the psychic that I recently gave ten dollars to, this is due to a spiritual blockage of my third eye, but I digress. ...

Goat Leche

                                                     maximili—Getty Images/iStockphoto There are not many things, consumption-wise, that I absolutely abhor, but goat cheese is one of them.     I have a superhuman ability to smell it from across the room and it generally gets the salivary glands in the back of my mouth working overdrive.  I'm sure you know what I am referring to.  It is that "Oh Shit!" flavor you get just prior to executing your best Linda Blair impersonation.  It's sour-funkiness ruins everything that it touches and the fact that it tries to pass itself off as its delicious cousin Feta is an absolute crime.  Feta --> Mo Betta  I had written off the goat as an unfortunate animal whose very essence permanently barred it from the honor of being a tasty dish I would consume.  My p...