Thursday, July 30, 2009
Monday, July 27, 2009
Tuesday, July 21, 2009
Sunday, July 19, 2009
Wheat, rye, and potato. Just like Mom used to make.
Friday, July 17, 2009
Thursday, July 16, 2009
Wednesday, July 15, 2009
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
Our 'Queens Boulevard'
Monday, July 13, 2009
Aroma Therapy
Seared Pork Tenderloin w/ homemade Mustard-Ginger Sauce, Asian Aromantics, and Basmati. What's in your kitchen?
Sunday, July 12, 2009
Saturday, July 11, 2009
Creepin' On The Come Up
Respect to Colin. Look out for this cat to make an impact very shortly. I did a remix with him back in the day and got his co-sign. Download our rendition of U2's "Sunday, Bloody Sunday" for more contemporary times...
Submitted For Your Approval: JCVD
Esquire's down, which is usually enough for me. Read About It. Might be the most original film I've seen in years. Gotta love that opening take.
If You a Gangsta, This is How You Prove It to Me
I just started reading this.
Gordon Gekko douchy-ness aside, it's actually a college textbook that reads like a good conversation. It was passed along from a buddy who's a whiz in all things "entrepreneurial". In other words, I take it to mean it has Hova's full, though unofficial endorsement written all over it.
My Seminal Performance
I like the idea of starting every blog I write with "I". This way, right off the bat, you know that I'm stating an opinion.
I think. I feel. I believe. These things have positive connotations because they are proactive statements. I created this blog in part because I just like to create. But also because it's part of a cleansing I believe will help make my life have more clarity. So here goes, the new version of the Good Book...
I think everyone should be able to live life all the time like we do in summer. Summer. That shit should always be capitolized. This Summer I do my work poolside (or underneath the fanned cabana) writing freelance, motivational articles at my leisure for an upstart kids magazine. $40 a pop.
I sip pop through the straw sucking raw from the tippy top/lovin' the Ice Cubes, Cold Crushes--all of hippy hop/
In between bouts of impromptu poetry scribbles, I drink a little, put something in the air, and stay clear of hospitals. The truth is, I'm in a million dollar pad, and I hate to brag, but it's myself, two best friends, and every now and then a dad.
Okay I'll stop rhyming, I swear. It's just...a lot of times I forget how lucky I am. Sure maybe my future is uncertain for now. I'm done with school and don't have a full time job. I'm no longer fortunate enough to have the walking portrait of a beautiful woman in my life. But I've got options--you always have options--and I put myself here. I'm here eating country club fat without spending a dime because of my swag. And you got it too, without question.
SO, get your swag on Mr. or Mrs. Enjoy our site. Absorb education. And be good to your family.
Much everyday love!
"What you about to witness is my thoughts...just my thoughts man - right or wrong. Just what I was feeling at the time..." Let's Gooo
I think. I feel. I believe. These things have positive connotations because they are proactive statements. I created this blog in part because I just like to create. But also because it's part of a cleansing I believe will help make my life have more clarity. So here goes, the new version of the Good Book...
I think everyone should be able to live life all the time like we do in summer. Summer. That shit should always be capitolized. This Summer I do my work poolside (or underneath the fanned cabana) writing freelance, motivational articles at my leisure for an upstart kids magazine. $40 a pop.
I sip pop through the straw sucking raw from the tippy top/lovin' the Ice Cubes, Cold Crushes--all of hippy hop/
In between bouts of impromptu poetry scribbles, I drink a little, put something in the air, and stay clear of hospitals. The truth is, I'm in a million dollar pad, and I hate to brag, but it's myself, two best friends, and every now and then a dad.
Okay I'll stop rhyming, I swear. It's just...a lot of times I forget how lucky I am. Sure maybe my future is uncertain for now. I'm done with school and don't have a full time job. I'm no longer fortunate enough to have the walking portrait of a beautiful woman in my life. But I've got options--you always have options--and I put myself here. I'm here eating country club fat without spending a dime because of my swag. And you got it too, without question.
SO, get your swag on Mr. or Mrs. Enjoy our site. Absorb education. And be good to your family.
Much everyday love!
"What you about to witness is my thoughts...just my thoughts man - right or wrong. Just what I was feeling at the time..." Let's Gooo
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