So I finally got a new mixer to replace the Gemini's that I bought a long long time ago when I was DJing at Tech for Page House. My last DJ gig was actually the day I got Betty, which was a great day all around, except for me scrambling around Pasadena at 9pm at night trying to find the appropriate cables... and running into a confused Heather who wore this expression on her face like, "Shouldn't you be at a party?"

My primary reason for picking up DJ responsibilities in college was because I was so tired of complaining about the music, and having to go up to the DJ to recommend a song. You see, I never gave requests, because ultimately I wanted the party to pop irrespective of what got played. That being said, people seem to really enjoy hearing All I Wanna Do Is Zooma Zoom Zoom Zoom and a Boom Boom.

Now that I'm in my later years, I don't have the patience to deal with partygoers, though I still like atomic control over the music that gets played. That's why an iPod is so perfect. (Incidentally, I also don't have the patience to deal with a lot of things I read, which is why I rant here as well.) And so my desire to be a party DJ eventually evolved into being a radio DJ. Same control over the music, no drunken girls asking to play the latest Justin Timberlake song (besides, I would probably play it anyway).

Which leads to cooking school. Along similar lines, I don't have the patience to deal with bad food, which is why I decided to be a chef in the first place. But slowly my dream of having a restaurant or working in one has been set aside for one that seems to fit my style more appropriately: hosting dinner parties. And so catering my own private affair has become my culinary MP3: small and compressed, containing the essence of everything I enjoy about it.

Also, I'm more likely to get sucked off in my own home than in the restaurant.