Eats, Rhymes & Life

This past weekend I ate a total of 5 soft shell tortilla shells over 3 separate meals. Although this is not newsworthy, nothing amazes me more than the shear amount of breakfast burritos, I consume living in the mile high city. Enjoying the taste of green chili is a must for anyone attempting to fit in with the natives.

Not sure why but regionally foods and the communities they are connect with have always fascinated me. Recently I have started to wonder if the foods shape these communities or the communities shape the foods? Examples below.

Denver - Breakfast burritos: A giant mix of free spirit. Compact and handheld which makes it quick and easy to scarf before a hike or base jumping

Chicago - Hot Dogs: Rubbery and weathered on the outside while salty within much like Chicagoans and there cynicism

Iowa - Pork Tenderloin: Inviting much like the crispy outside of the sandwich. Nothing fancy on the inside but consistent and reliable like pork

New York: Pizza: Thin crust with tons of toppings. New Yorkers are the toppings that interact with one another in an incredibly tight space but make it all work

Montreal: French Fries with Gravy: Most other places people would think you were nuts for slathering a french fry with gravy but Canadians are so friendly that they just go with it

My blog need focus. Since I am no longer doing music reviews I think I am going to focus on food. Not one of those overdone food blogs where foodies speak about their favorite foods to make (sorry no offense to the food blogs I follow…you are are completely unique and original).

Will see how this goes but my thought is to express my frustration with the industrial food producers who poison us on a daily basis in the name of profits. Also, my family and friends are growing tired of hearing me speak about it. So this will be my outlet.

No worries there will still be music posts, here and there as that is a huge part of my composition. I am just a bit burned out on being so opinionated on something that is opinion based.

I have really been listening a lot to Florence and the Machine lately, thank you one plus one!

Life lesson of the day - people will say pretty phenomenal things if you give them the opportunity

Saw the Artist tonight. Must say I enjoyed. So of the best pic films I have seen here is how I would rank em. Although I do have to say the Artist is a phenomenal film. I think the male and female leads deserve to win in their respective categories.

1. The Help

2. The Descendents

3. The Artist

4. Hugo

5. Midnight in Paris

6. Moneyball

Recently I got a promotion at work. Just have to say, how awesome is that in the last 4 years at my old company, I never received a promotion but 6 months in at the new one and hello new opportunities. Pretty dope.

Anyway, only bad thing in all of this is one of my colleagues, who interviewed for the same position appears to have taken it upon themselves to make me look bad. I could just be acting paranoid but something is definitely up. I am doing my best take the high road but this person is ridic.

More to come this weekend…

hmm, haven’t been here in  awhile. Definitely need to fix that especially as i am no longer writing for the Post.

Finally caving in and joining a small minority of males with pintrest accounts

You make the weather

Quickly realizing that it is up to me to ensure my goals do not fall victim to the perils of the daily grind.

To life I say, game on. (sometimes I am a bit wordy)

so my editor decided not to run my review of the Talib Kweli show b/c he was terrible. Sweet. Here is the review, hope no one wastes their money on him.

Plenty of shows do not live up to their hype due to poor sound quality, long delays and other missteps. An artist as big as Talib Kweli could have saved the day after a 4-hour delay and worked through the ham radio quality sound system, instead he proceeded to mail it in during his hour long set. The set was so bad Kweli decided to duck out early, like half the audience, before even saying goodbye or thanking the crowd for spending 20 bucks on what can only be described as a bait and switch.

Spinning records and playing DJ may work for Kweli in his hometown of Brooklyn but in Denver, fans expect to hear him rap. Kweli greatest strengths lie in his lyrics and ridiculous flow, which remained the few bright spots of the evening. These high points were nothing but a tease as the crowd was predominantly forced to endure other artist’s hits.  The predictably bland set included songs by Nas, the Beastie Boys, Mos Def, Otis Redding and surprise surprise, Notorious BIG. Kweli could not even muster the strength to sing a little more than the refrain of his own hit “Get By.” Some of these complaints would be forgivable had the show been promoted as Talib Kweli spinning rather than simply a performance by Talib Kweli. Had it been promoted that way though there would not be much to write about.