My 9/11 post....on the 12th.

11 years ago yesterday, The world changed.
I can remember it like it was yesterday. Like a lot of people in my school,
we watched the second plane hit on TV. I remember a girl in my chemistry class,
I wont name names, sitting behind me just screaming. Crying. Other
students around sitting with their heads in their hands. Another person
kept saying "a missile hit it, a missile hit it". At that moment, even after
seeing a commercial airliner, filled with people like you and I,
smash into the side of this building,  none of us could
rationalize it in our minds. Fire erupting from the otherside of the tower,
just kinda making you feel this strange emptiness inside.
By the time I really let it sink in that a plane had been used as a
weapon against us the first tower began to fall. All I can remember
is feeling sick to my stomach. Two sky scrapers, that before that day in time,
really meant nothing to me. But I saw it happening and it was almost
as if you could feel all of those people passing. Like when obi wan felt
Alderaan being destroyed in A New Hope, I felt the disturbance
in the force. The rest of the day was a blur. Though I do remember walking
through the mall like I usually do and almost every store was closed.
Such an erie feeling. Everything stopped that day. I remember coming home and
watching the news with my family. All of us piled on the bed, just watching.
They had a picture of the Empire State building on ABC and were talking,
rationalizing what had just happened to us.

Years pass by....

Im in the sushi bar at Harbor Docks, maybe a month out from joining the military. Its
lunch time and there a lady sitting at my bar talking to me about my life and
joining the armed forces and all that. The she asked me if I was joining because of 9/11.
I told her no, then she proceeded to tell me about what she was doing on that day.
And how she felt about it. Then she asked me what my first thought was when
all of this happened. I sat and thought about it for a second...
Then I realized it.
It was fear...
As Americans we're have the beautiful disposition to have two oceans to our east and west,
effectively "keeping out the bad guys".
That day brought out a weakness in us. And showed the world that no one  is immune to attack.
Not even our great country ('MERICA!)
Anyways, to keep this from getting out of hand and turning into a giant sob story,
I realized that Id be afraid all these years.
And that ignoring something so powerful in human history kept me
from really coming to terms with it.
Now, 11 years later, I really feel like I can put it behind me.


ps, with deployment coming up soon ill have one more post. It'll be a good one. Haiiiii

Im just saying it fine by meee

If youve never heard this song before than youre missing out....

Secret wars and other silly things...

Sam Jackson for no reason..


Have you ever been in a battle with someone and didnt know it?
A secret war of words only noticeable by a passing glance or lack there of?
This afternoon I realized I was in one.
I wont say with whom or for what reason,
but it hit me in the face like a sack of potatoes.
To be honest, It doesnt bother me as much as it should
Ive competed over girls before.
Its really no big deal.
Im not the best looking dude in the world,
but Im good enough.
Its just strange when you realize that the person that you work with
secretly has it out for you.
Wars of words being waged on his behalf.
An unknown number on his "team"
For some reason im not worried.
Im not sweating it
and im not talking shit.
It feels good.
Usually I go for the throat,
dig up some dirt
to make him look as bad as possible.
I dont need that.
Not to say she isnt worth it,
cause she definitely is.
100 percent.
I just feel like I dont need that this time.
I'll refrain from using my powers for evil.
Information can be your best friend or your worst enemy,
and im an evil man...

Lessons learned and more random things...

Finally, Sean Burch has come back to writing....again

Life has been interesting to say the least. Ive learned somethings and grown as a human being...maybe.
First off. Football is upon us again, which means I drink alot more beer and eat nachos when I can. My search for a football spot is underway. I love football with all my little black heart so Im glad to be able to watch it, even if its only for a month.
Speaking of that. Deployment is right around the corner. Its going to be a long one people. One of those ones that would be made easier with the love and support of each and every one of you fine people in internet land. Ill put my address out so that you may send me cookies and ill try and send random crap from the places ive been. After this deployment ill have less than a year left in our fine Navy, so you know what that means! You probably don't. It means ill return to civilian life more critical of our government but more appreciative of what the military actually does for this country. Its easy to criticize people that are ordered to go into a hostile land and kill bad guys. Its frustrating to say the least.

Next....I decided to take a hike today (literally). I needed to clear my mind of the clouds and be one with nature (and all that shit). As soon as I parked my car in the small parking lot at the bottom of the path, a man came over to ask me about my jeep. We chit chatted for a while and he thanked me for my service and we went our separate ways. People like that never fail to put a smile on my face. Anyways, the earphones went in and I was off. Trees taller than most buildings ive been in, green as far as the eye can see, and a muddy trail begged me to venture onward like a love lying in wait. Step after step led me farther and farther away from my woes. Deeper into the canopy of trees brought a feeling of peace I haven't had in a long time. My mind rarely crossed over to her as a journeyed on. I felt the urge to venture off the beaten path for a while, climbing rocks, slipping down the mud (yeah, I ended up messy) and trekking through streams. Then....the rain. Hitting the trees caused it to come down on my head like a symphony of that can be beautiful outside of our everyday lives. I put my hands up into the air and just laughed (im pretty sure I looked crazy, but who cares?) I was a peace.
After my jungle experience I came back to pearl for some food and a shower (which never happened).
The beach happened afterwards but that was nothing special.

Backtrack to yesterday. for some reason I decided to look up a review on my favorite sushi place. Most were average at best. Now, I usually enjoy everything I get from this place. After seeing this I decided to get some to proved these assholes online that they didnt know what they were talking about. Drove there, listening to Wiz, feeling gangster as hell. Get there, get a table and order. Its business time. Then its happened. I started to notice all the things that people were picking out in their reviews. When I got my food I only ate about half of it before I had to call it quits. What had happen? HOW could this happen? Was I losing my touch on sushi? No, Id just been tainted with someone elses opinion. A major component of enjoying any food is your perception on how its going in. If you go in looking for problems then it really wont be anything special. And thats what I did. And I had a less than stellar experience, which is what I expect from every place I eat.

Hopefully before I leave I can tell you about how I almost got killed last underway. Its filled with magic and laughs. (not really, it is pretty interesting though)

Until then, Farewell

So I decided to stop eating fast food. Cold Turkey (lol)
Its a very strange feeling. Usually I get off work and really want a double cheese burger and some fries. Sounds delish, but i just decided i was over it the other day and here I am, two weeks without any at all. Ive begun to start to create little things with the piss poor kitchen i have here. (I wouldnt really call it a kitchen, more so a fridge, microwave and some cabinets. All in all though, ive been feeling pretty good about it. Im not being a snob about it either, if you want your mcdonalds, or taco bell, buy all means get you some.
Usually when I write these things ive either eaten somewhere new that i want to share or want to put someone on blast for killing any hope for the future of food in America. Somehow itll turn into whatever it is that im feeling being thrown at all of you. I apologize  for that. I rarely apologize for anything, but im trying to not be like that anymore. Some chefs/cooks cook emotionlessly, relying on what they know to bring about the magic. I dont. Like the Sith Lords from Star Wars, I embrace my emotions and use them as a powerful force to bring the mutha fucking pain. Cooking like that makes things so much more interesting and allows a different type of creativity. Things could vary with my mood. If im upset or angry, you could get something harsh or spicy. Happy could bring something light or fruity. Loved could bring something delicate to the taste, gently rolling across your tongue like the kiss of that special lover. Thats what makes food so exciting for me. tastes. textures. raw, sexy emotion brought out by all of this. I need it like I need to breath, to sleep and other random things that we do.



Food is Sexy, believe that

Drunken Misadventures in Waikiki....

First of all, id like thank everyone that is reading this. At some point in my life, I decided it would be a good idea to write down some of the interesting things that i do. And if you're here then youre most likely interested in it. So again, from the bottom of my little black heart, Thank you....

    My saturday started like any normal one should, serving breakfast on a warship. I was on day 8 of straight work. Early/late hours, absolutely piss-poor moral, just scrounging for a little bit of free time. I have a secret hiding spot during these times, not totally secret but it seems to do the trick. Plus, its one of the few spots inside the ship that get cell service. Anyways, midway through the day I get a text from my friend Amanda. I dont remember exactly what it said (nor do I care to look) but it was something to the effect of..

"Hey, we're going to Yardhouse tonight and getting really drunk."

to which I threw two middle fingers in the air and said Hell Yeah!

The rest of the day toiled on as usual. 18:30 hit and I flew out of the door like a bat out of hell. After a few beers and a trip across town, I made it to my friends house so we could all depart as one big happy family. Driving across the island of Oahu is definitely a sight to behold. Beautiful shades of orange, yellow, green and blue encompass my view as we head further into honolulu, towards Yardhouse. With the sun already set and the lightshow that is Waikiki taking center stage in the night, we make our way down through the countless tourists and charmingly pleasant hawaiians to our spot. Halfway through this walk Amanda and myself lose our friend Kassie, as she had to go back to find some people. Being an Aries and a general explorer by nature, I (along with Amanda) begin to wander off. 

This leads us to my first discovery of the night, a wonderful little cookie place called the Hawaiian Cookie Company. Serving little shortbread cookies in different, yet delightful flavors, I instantly fell in love with this place. (Plus the free samples didnt hurt either) After Amanda bought a few things we made our way across the busy street to Yardhouse. The first time id ever been there I was beyond drunk, so i dont remember much. This time, I was determined to not to end up in the drunken stupor that I put myself in before. But like last time, I started it the wrong way....

With in the first 5 minutes of being there we had seated ourselves at the bar and had shots on the way. A side note, our group was behind and on the way at this moment, so naturally we fill any free time with alcohol. Jagerbombs and a Sam Adams started my night. Glancing at the menu, Yardhouse appeared to be no more than an expensive tourist restaurant, complete with dark lighting, an open air setting and "insert random sport" playing on every single tv in the place. They had the usual hawaiian fare involving pineapples and or some sort of seafood. Nothing stood out to me as a dish that was a "must have". 

My eyes did happen to catch something different in their Pan Seared Ahi. Now, I usually dont eat tuna outside of a sushi bar that i cant see prepared for myself. Having some sort of knowledge of what good tuna should look like, i just dont subject myself to the disappointment. But tonight was different...

I was buzzed, feeling good and felt like giving in to my primal sushi chef instinct and enjoying this tuna (maybe...). It wasnt till later that I actually read what it was served with, leading me to believe that my drink was spiked by one of the cougars at the bar. Jasmine rice, I understand, makes sense. Asparagus? Not so much. Or the "Chinese blackbean sauce" which really just tasted like a common Ponzu sauce (lemon, lime, sushi vinegar, water and soy sauce). When it finally made its way to our table I was well past buzzed and gingerly walking in the drunk area of the night (many more jagerbombs and a lemon drop or two). The presentation was amazing (aside from the oddly out of place Asparagus). I take my fork two grab a slice of this new venture i was about to indulge myself in, and to my surprise (not really, i wasnt surprised at all), aside from being split in two, this tuna was in very large chunks on my plate. we're talking almost the size of my beer glass. At this point (drunk remember?) I dont give a single fuck about taking this tuna brick and shoving it in my mouth. As I do, and the taste hits my money makers, I get this awful sense that i was just ripped off. Like the chef in the back was laughing his ass off in a giant pool of money while he tosses out garbage to the masses. 

I feel the dark presence of evil course through my veins. My blood slowly begins to boil at this point. I despise packaged tuna. Especially one that is passed off as "fresh". I felt like I had disgraced my family, Yoshie and my entire sushi training by believing that this could be good. Naturally, I began the ceremony to commit honorable suicide, when, like an angel from heaven, my next beer came. I ordered two more and began to stare into oblivion, hoping beer would cure my hunger, rather that this....monstrosity that was before me. In my boredom, I decided it was going to be Amandas birthday. I let the waiter know such and to bring out something good and embarrass the hell out of her. (which i would pay for later) Mr. Waiter dude definitely brought out something great, but no singing. despite my disappointment, the generic chocolate lava cake with icecream thing was good, great almost. After a hefty bill and breaking the seal, we made our way outside. And like usual, on the walk back to the car, Amanda and myself found ourselves at a little bar off the road called Roys. This is where i met my end. A final lemon drop to end the night. 

So, to end this story on a better note, aside from terrible food, i had a great time at the Yardhouse with Amanda and Kassie (and Erika too ^.^) 

Work actually keeps me busy now, so ill try and eat more things and write it down so y'all can feed the hungry beast that is my ego. Love you all <3

Now and then I think of when we were together...

I really dislike using song titles to start off these things (even though I do it all the time....)

It almost seems like a cheap way of planning what the hell I want to say here,

Today though, there is a point. 

*Disclaimer* This is geared towards one person.

she knows who she is */Disclaimer*

Now then, to "she who will be not named"

I dont expect a response from this

So dont try to call, cause ill most likely be at work

or Email, because you didnt reply back to me last 3 emails anyways, so id really be a slap in the face for me.

Just Listen....

You wanted me to be more honest with you,

not let you do things without thinking.

Be that voice of reason

So when I do that,

you cut me off again,

like you said you wouldnt do (the day before)

Ive let you do that to me quite a few times before,

believing each time you meant that you wouldnt do it again

and each time I fell for it

Yes, I was pretty mad you got back with that fucking snake, Zack.

And I meant it when I said you knew better, 

because you do. 

But despite all that Im still your friend,

and you just cut me off like that.

I hope he was worth it

Now I didnt say this out of jealousy,

 or pride,

 or even anger

 (okay, maybe a little anger)

I said it because I care about you enough to,

even when it doesnt directly affect me,

step in and say, "Hey, youre fucking up."

Sometimes we all need to hear it

from the people that care about us the most.

Thats when it means the most.

You broke my little black heart,

forgiveness wont come easy (if at all)

but you needed to know.

Thats pretty much all i want to say,

also, im going back to food blogging because its much more fun

And as interesting as i pretend my life is, id rather share it in person then on here

just saying.

Love all of you,

I really do

and I hope you continue to indulge my

creative side for a little longer.

Water....

A long time ago,

a friend of mine wrote a paper on how water was the 

center of her life. 

Ever since she was little it had played an important role in just about

everything she did. 

At the time, I thought it was very clever

but never really thought about what it meant.

A few years later....

Here i am, 26 (lol, oldddddd...)

in the Navy

with my life revolving around water. 

It made me remember my friends paper. 

Ever since ive been a small child ive been near water. 

Growing up on the beach, going out on the boat almost every weekend

and the occasional "Crab Island" trips were a mainstay in my summers.

Then I became a sushi chef as i got older. 

Obviously, that has a little something to do with water.

Not to mention the fact that the restaurant i worked at was on the Destin Harbor. 

Water always calms me.

I could sit on the docks and just stare out into the world,

letting whatever problems i had drift away into the eternal sunset. 

I had spots on the beach that I claimed as my own and would bring people there.

Now in my Navy days

I feel the same calming/controling powers of Water. 

Over deployment i could sit on the O2 level and stare into the endless sea

Hoping for a glimpse into the direction i was looking for. 

I remember a particular time when we were south of okinawa...

I went outside in the morning to do chaff tempts like i usually did

when i caught noticed the sun pouring itself through the clouds overhead.

The waves seemed almost to crash into the bottom of these clouds.

It really made me appreciate the life id been given and gave me a new found respect for God and all that he has created. 

It was a beautiful sight, theres no way i can accurately describe it. 

Though i did have it tattoo'd on my arm so that ill never forget that moment.

Anyways, it was another small example of how Water has effected my life

I figured id share with yall since i havent wrote anything in a while and feel the need to voice my thoughts and feelings sometimes. 

So, everyone be safe and God bless

There is no place id rather be.

We promised you a big main event.....


Someone the other day said that the US military were terrorist, not Al Qaeda. (I paraphrase because he said "the muslims" and his paragraph was riddled with misspelling.) This set me off. For someone who's never left our home town, isnt doing anything with his life and constantly craving attention, he really has some balls. I dont agree with alot of things the government does, and by alot i mean like 75%. We get in peoples business all the time. But despite all of that, there is no justification in calling a group of men and women who volunteer to put there lives on the line terrorists. What have you ever done? You can claim to donate to charities and adopt families, hell you can claim to do alot. Donating to charities doesnt include giving free coke to all the half ass bads that roll through the area just to feel like you have some semblance of friends.

Phew....off my high horse.

Work has been insanity lately. Threat Rec, C4I and random work related things. Im actually enjoying being there though. Its been a while since thats happen. Ive really got to hit the books and win my advancement exam. Id enjoy being 3rd class, despite having to get all my uniforms sewn. #1rstworldproblems

Anywho, Sorry to those ive neglected to call or text the past few weeks. Its been hectic, im still alive, and when i get free time ill hit you up. Love you all, Stay black

Generic blog title

Attempt 2 at this.....
and to jump right into it...
Someone last night said i was a smooth talker and a man whore.
Man whore? definitely not
Smooth talker? okay, guilty.
But it really got me wondering about how some women really see me.
On occasion i can be good with words. For the most part i dont really let many women see that side of me. Aside from my usual poor choice in women, i also really have a problem letting women in. One to many bad experiences has soured the whole thing for me. Atleast in the short term. Im just lost in a sea of work and the future. I feel like a little ship, in a giant ocean. Either waiting for the harbor to appear or to be swallowed up by a huge wave. The relationships i build along become life preservers. Sometimes they fall off the ship but the best ones have been on the side of my little ship forever. (sorry for the ship reference)
Next, if my neck doesnt quit hurting i might have to kill a bitch or two. Its making me irritated on a regular basis and i dont approve.
Ive got much more on my mind but i cant really write more about it right now.

Coming to water, stuck still, no turning back...

I love having those days when you really feel like youve done something. 

Today I : 

Went to the store,

got stuff to clean with,

groceries,

a game or two,

watched a replay of the AC Milan game

and wrote this. 

Compared to Saturday, Sunday has been a big change of pace. I usually waste away my weekends in hopes that i can regain some sanity lost during the week. This weekend accomplished that. Assuming we get a weekend off this coming weekend, ill probably try and do something similar. 

A friend of mine asked me a long time ago if id ever want to start my own sushi place. 

99% of the time i would say no.

Well, thinking it over today,

It might be in my future. 

Id always told myself that i could work for Yoshie forever and be completely contempt with it. 

But, like all good things, i know that wont last. Yo wont live forever. (as much as i hate to admit it)

And I wont want to work for harbor docks all of my life. I wouldnt do it alone obviously, but its not out of the realm of possibility. Ive been sketching up some looks i want the restaurant to have and trying to come up with a name. That would be a good goal to keep me motivated in my daily journey towards the promise land.

I have this picture of my family right behind my computer, its always been a nice reminder of home. Because i definitely miss it as much as it misses me. 

Writing this blog has made me realize how much i really love to write. Mostly about myself mind you, but i love the fact that i can share my thoughts and or feelings about whatever subject without having to be in front of each and everyone of you. Dont get me wrong, id love to talk to everyone individually, but for my friends in Cali, Florida, Ohio, Michigan, New York, Alaska, Washington St and DC, Alabama, Mississippi, Texas and pretty much all the other states, along with Europe, Asia and the Middle East, This makes it much much easier. 

Plus, i live a pretty interesting life. Full of twists, turns and speed bumps. And i wouldnt have it any other way. 

Also, incase your reading this, I will call you tomorrow Melissa, time got away from me today. Im not avoiding you, i promise. 

I'll keep from getting all preachy. Today isnt the day for that. Everyone have a great week and stay tuned. Theres much more to come... 

Drop the The....

This entire blog will be in italics. 
     Dont ask why, just accept it




Anyways, its been a long few weeks. The holidays have come and gone, and im pretty sure im returning to sanity. My trip home was definitely a well deserved one. And being home yielded more of a return than expected. I got to see my best friend, met many great people and spent more time with my wonderful family. I also damaged a few friendships, froze my ass off and did many stupid things, but that was to be expected. It also helped me focus on my short/long term goals in life. I'm still back on track to go to culinary school and i feel like i have that drive to do great things again. For the longest time my drive for success was fueled as revenge against an ex girlfriend who didnt think i was worth anything. Like Sean Parker or Mark Zuckerburg, their success came from this. I felt like it would pull me through the tough times, but i came to an impass. What happens when i get there? When i do make it? Its consumed alot of my thoughts the past few weeks. 
But alas....there is hope. 


Ive decided (one of the many decisions ive made while writing these things) that revenge on "she who has no name" wouldnt be worth it. What will it do? Just make me a shallow individual. And thats not me. 
I do want greatness though...
And I will have it...(see how i capitalized the "I", fucking business time)