Thursday, May 14, 2009

The A - A Picture Story

This is the outside of the Hyatt Hotel in Downtown Atlanta (you can also see it distantly in my thank you post to the A)

Once inside the Hyatt, there are a series of Elevators that extend upward into this breathtaking view

This is the view from the hotel room - sweet eh!!!

The Bellhop told us that they had just renovated the 20th floor so walking onto it was like walking right into the Standard Hotel

really, the only thing I was trying to get a pic of was the big ass plasma screen (I loved that TV...haha and to show yall the room, well part of it)


We were but a hop, skip, and a jump away from Centennial Olympic Park

While at Centennial Olympic Park, these Batter Blaster Folks were there frantically making pancakes trying to break into the Guiness Book of World Records

This is my "I'm not eating any of your stinking pancakes face"...haha....fyi....I'm not a huge fan of pancakes at all, but it was cool to be engulfed in butter, batter, and syrup

Kids at play at the Centennial Rings fountain/pool thingy....it was a lot of fun to watch

The Georgia Aquarium is right across the street from Centennial Olympic Park

Coca Cola pretty much owns Atlanta so they have this huge shrine to all things Coke

Mr. Coca Cola


We went to Fellini's later that night and the pizza there is str8 bomb!!! Kat clowned me for taking a photo of these unsuspecting folks


On Sunday we went to the Sweet Auburn Festival that runs along the street where Martin Luther King Jr. was Born.

This is the house that Martin Luther King Jr. was born

The Shotgun Houses

Went to Hannah's on Monday, bomb ass soul food!!!!

I had to take a picture of a Marta station cause there was no way we were getting on - ohh no, not after all the youtube videos I have seen of shit go down on the Marta. The acronym cracked me the hell up though (Moving Africans Rapidly Through Atlanta)

The Atlanta Sykline.....it's a beautiful thing

QT time....ahhhhhhhh


The 10 Most Disturbing Books of All Time

by Yunaresuka (Livejournal)

In my younger days if I heard a book or movie was disturbing or hard to handle I generally took that as a challenge. Most books generally turned out to not be too bad, but occasionally I’d come across something that would leave me with a sick feeling in my stomach for weeks. I’ve largely outgrown this “genre” of late, but here are my picks for the ten most disturbing books of all time. Any one of these books is capable of leaving you feeling a little depressed at the least, and permanently scarred at the worst. I’d say enjoy, but that doesn’t really seem appropriate …



10. Blindness

Blindness is a book with a truly horrifying scenario at it’s heart: what if everyone in the world were to lose their sight to disease in a short period of time? The answer is actually somewhat predictable, but that doesn’t lessen the bleakness as society collapses quickly in this novel by Portugese author José Saramago. The story follows a group of characters who are among the first diagnosed and sent to be quarantined. Many think the book is an allegory dealing with spiritual blindness, but to me the book is all the more devastating when taken literally. An easily communicable virus that causes the recipient to lose their sight would be the end of things, and it wouldn’t be an easy end.





9. Requiem For A Dream

Anti drug crusaders should stop airing goofy commercials that nobody takes seriously and start pushing to have Requiem For A Dream made required reading for every high schooler in the country. Kids would probably still do drugs, but I imagine they’d be thinking twice after reading Requiem. Most people are more familiar with the movie, which was a pretty faithful translation of the book that deals with four characters who all see their lives ruined by various addictions. I read an essay at some point that argued that the real protagonist isn’t any of the main characters, instead the protagonist is Addiction, and let’s just say for Addiction things go pretty swimmingly. For the human beings it’s just one long depressing ride that ends up making you want to curl up in a corner and sob. Not exactly good beach reading.



8. Naked Lunch

Naked Lunc is another ode to drug addiction. While it’s not as flat out depressing as Requiem For A Dream, it’s a hell of a lot more strange. The story is told in a series of dream like vignettes that never allow the reader to really get their bearings and includes acts of child murder, auto-erotic asphyxiation, lots of drug use, cop killing, and orgies. The book was banned in many sections of the United States when it came out in 1959, and it’s not hard to see why. This book is easily one of the most bizarre I’ve ever read.



7. We Need to Talk About Kevin

We Need to Talk About Kevin concerns a fictionalized school massacre told through the perspective of his mother, who is writing letters to her husband trying to come to terms with the monstrosity that she birthed. The book goes into detail about Kevin displaying signs of psychosis from a young age leading up to his murder of seven classmates, a cafeteria worker, and an alegebra teacher. Kevin’s mother at least partially blames herself, as she was never all that enthusiastic about being a parent, led alone being a parent to a deeply disturbed individual. This book might sound like a bad TV movie, but it’s actually pretty well written and extremely depressing. It stays with you after you read it.



6. The Road

Bleak. If you had to sum up The Road in one word it would definitely be bleak.

Cormac McCarthy’s novel deals with a father and son dealing with a cataclysmic event (probably a meteor strike) that has left the world barren and gray. I read this book shortly after my wife and I had our first child, making the story of a father who is unable to provide much comfort to his small son in a post apocalyptic world all the more devastating. The pair travel through the book, with the father hoping things will improve the further south they get. Plants will not grow in this world, and food is scarce. Cannibals are everywhere. As powerful a book as this might be I still generally don’t recommend it to people, as it is pretty much guaranteed to leave you morose and feeling like you’ve been repeatedly hit in the stomach.



5. American Psycho

American Psycho really leaves you wondering a little bit about Bret Easton Ellis’ sanity. Many people are probably familiar with the movie starring Christian Bale, but the movie pales in comparison to the book when it comes to levels of depraved insanity. The book follows investment banker, and serial killer, Patrick Bateman over a few years of his life. As the book moves on his killings becomes more and more sadistic, leading to quite a few scenes that will never, ever completely leave your mind, including a particularly repugnant sequence involving a starved rat, some cheese, and a tube. You are guaranteed to feel a little filthy, at the least, after reading this book.



4. Johnny Got His Gun

One of the most effective anti-war novels of all time, Johnny Got His Gun is also one of the most disturbing. The book was published in 1938 and deals with a WWI soldier who has had his legs, arms, and face blown off by an artillery shell. However, his mind is completely undamaged, leaving him a prisoner in his own body, unable to communicate with the outside world. The book was later made into a film and immortalized in the Metallica song “One”.



3. The 120 Days of Sodom

The 120 Days of Sodom was a work by Marquis de Sade, who had to have at least one work on this list. The book deals with four wealthy men who want to have the ultimate orgy. To accomplish this they seal themselves away with a bunch of young men and women. The sex quickly turns sadistic and matters quickly turns to humiliation, pain, and killing. Pretty much every debased and bizarre sexual fetish is explored in detail in the book, with much of the work crossing lines that even today would be declared obscene in many parts of the US. It is amazing to me that the book was written in 1785. The 120 Days of Sodom was turned into a film called Sado, widely considered to be one of the most unpleasant and disturbing films of all time.



2. The Turner Diaries

The Turner Diaries is a racist, antisemitic novel written by William Luther Pierce, the crazy ass former leader of the white Nationalist organization “National Alliance”. It depicts a racist’s wet dream consisting of a violent revolution in the United States that leads to the overthrow of the US government and the extermination of all non-whites and Jewish people. To Pierce, Hitler’s problem was clearly that he didn’t go far enough. The rest of the plot is too crazy to even go into (let’s just say it’s about as well written and realistic as you’d expect a book like this to be), but the book gets bumped up a few notches on our list due to the fact that Timothy McVeigh was a big promoter of the book, and may have used a scene in the book as inspiration for the Oklahoma City bombing.

And the not at all scary thing is that this is still being sold at gun shows all over the US. Sleep tight!



1. The Girl Next Door

Jack Ketchum is often mentioned when the topic of “most extreme horror writer” is breached, and it’s not hard to see why when you read The Girl Next Door. The book details the abuse of a teenage girl by her aunt, who enlists neighborhood children to help torture the girl over the course of a summer. The kids gradually go along with the insane aunt, who moves from abuse to outright torture and eventually murder. This is a very twisted tale that leaves you feeling ill, until you find out the story is based on the real life murder of Sylvia Likens, who was left with her aunt by her parents, and then really was tortured to death by her aunt and neighborhood children. Then you feel really sick.

But then, to add insult to injury, you learn that her aunt (Gertrude Baniszewski) was convicted of murder, but was released on parole after serving 18 years, saying at her parole hearing “I’m not sure what role I had in it … because I was on drugs. I never really knew her … I take full responsibility for whatever happened to Sylvia.”

What happened to Sylvia was that she was raped with a Coke bottle while having “I’m a prostitute and proud of it” burned into her stomach with a boiling hot sewing needle before being bludgeoned to death, following months of other torture. This wasn’t enough to deny Baniszewski parole though. She lived the last five years of her life a free woman, dying of lung cancer at the age of 60.

Once you read the book and then learn all of the above you pretty much lose all faith in humanity. The horrid nature of Ketchum’s book combined with the real life events it was based on easily makes The Girl Next Door, for us at least, the most disturbing book of all time.

Wednesday, May 13, 2009

I LOVE YOU ATLANTA!!! - Atlanta has the sweetest people I have ever met in my life




So for those of you that didn't know...I'm just getting back from Atlanta with the Mrs. and man, I don't know if it was the need to get out of the craziness of LA or the need to get out of the craziness of LA but I loved the hell out of this city. On the plane ride back to LA...a southern sounding gentleman popped up upon the planes taxi to proclaim that LA was a placed that he liked, but he felt didn't like him back. I sat silently and smiled...for he is absolutely true. But I would have to say that I loved Atlanta and it made sure to love me back as well. Southern geniality is an understatement as everyone was so welcoming...so hospitable being there was a breath of fresh air. There are tons of people I need to thank. First of all to the Hyatt staff....you guys were incredible....thank you so so much for taking care of us so well while we were in your company. When we first arrived at the hotel we didn't have any cash and this mad dope old cat was helping us out and we couldn't tip him at the time, but he was sure there our last day out and I made sure to take care of him. To the autoport staff to the bellhops...you guys were soo cool and mad dope!!!

To the Natives: Your smiles and waves and hellos made my days.....I've never been anyplace where people didn't have reservations about striking up conversations with strangers and man...you guys made me feel the most welcome. I loved your smiles and just generally your spirits.

To all of Kat's friends in the A: You guys were soo amazing and made me feel more welcome than I can properly convey. Of course, I received a whole lot of joy in seeing the woman I love through your eyes and I can tell that you guys have so much love for her as well. The time we all spend together added so much texture to my experience there. Thanks for all the laughs, beer belches, smiles, and stamps of approval. I love you guys.

To Emory University: Eh, your campus is alright...but its no Loyola Marymount University...haha

To MLK's old Stomping Ground: I really didn't think I would be affected upon seeing your humble beginnings, but it did beg the question - "Why are all MLK related areas so disenfranchised". I must admit, I was deeply affected upon seeing MLK's birthplace and the stacks and how Auburn street went from a progressive neighborhood to what is is today, but what is still evident in its archetecture and walls is a spirit of prosperity. Of where we came from and what can be.

To Downtown: I must admit when I first saw you, you looked and reminded me a lot of Los Angeles, but upon being acclimated with your streets and alleys it was clear that your beauty is undeniable and your history prevalent. Centennial park...I loved you too. Your quirky pancake athon made me smile and watching kids play in the olympic rings fountain/pool warmed my spirit.

To Diversity: The Thing that I was most struck by in this city was how diverse it was....and I don't mean just socially, but economically as well. The mix of people from all walks of life really really made me appreciate the city. The only place I had ever seen vanilla looking business dudes sitting with rapper types and just chillin was in NY so I was happy to see that this type of mash up seems to exists all over the east coast.

To Katrina: I know the weekend was busy and hectic, but thank you so so much for allowing me to see a glimpse into your life there. It made me appreciate, love, and understand you in ways that I can't even put into words. There is a lot of love for you in the A and I was honored that I was a part of your homecoming there.

Needless to say, I must go back....there are still some folks I need to see and I have yet to experience the night life there (believe me though, I wasn't missing it while I was there), but even looking at this photo on the post, it brings a huge smile to my face. Atlanta, thank you so so much for making this western raised southern boy's weekend and baby, thank you so much for being an excellent tour guide.

Thursday, May 7, 2009

Dudes are Worse


John Villanueva and friends pass the time playing cards.

A Considerable Town (LA Weekly) - By Gendy Alimurung

You think girls are crazy about shoes? Boys are worse. Do not mistake the young men camped out on the sidewalk beside Silver Lake’s Undefeated sneaker store for homeless bums — they may look it, they may smell it, but their shoes cost as much as rent.

It is t-minus-2 days until the release of the limited-edition “Kanye West x Nike” shoe, a highly anticipated sneaker otherwise known as the “Air Yeezy.” The shoe retails for $215. But one of the guys in line, Christian Becerril, has been offered $950 for his. Yesterday he decided he would sell them, but now he wants to keep them. “I keep going back and forth,” he says miserably, snuggling deeper into his sleeping bag. “Really, it is really boring. We get four hours of sleep a night.” He’s been here since Monday. The shoes are being released on Saturday.

“If they gave out wristbands, people would just line up three days before that to get the wristbands,” says 21-year-old Juan Aguayo, who is sixth in line. He decided against camping out in front of the Nike store on Rodeo Drive. “In Beverly Hills they don’t let you do anything that makes you look homeless. So, no sleeping bags, no pillows, no blankets.”

Here on Sunset Boulevard, the manager at the Town & Country café next door is real nice at least, and lets them use the bathroom when they need to.

The guy in the No. 1 position is Jon Villanueva. He saunters over, having browsed the store for, oh, probably the millionth time.

“He’s the veteran!” says Becerril.

“We’re running out of things to do really quick,” says Villanueva. “I’ve done this several times before.”

What’s several?

“Oh, 20 times.” He’s come prepared with warm jackets, cookies, bottled water, a cell phone and patience. “Personally, I’m retired.” From work? Like the other campers, he is in his early 20s. “No, from shoe collecting. It’s getting worse as shoes are released. It’s getting even more extreme. More and more people are camping out for them.” This time, someone is paying him $400 to wait in line for the shoes. Last December, he camped out for 10 days at the Beverly Center in front of the House of Hoops store for the release of the Jordan 23.

A sort of unofficial Geneva Convention of sneaker waiting has been hashed out among the boys. They won’t save seats for other people because it wouldn’t be fair. Though by mutual agreement they have started a numbered list of names in a notebook, which Alan Maldonado is keeping. Only 12 pairs of shoes are being sold at this location. There are nine guys in line so far.

Two cute blonde girls walk up and survey the line. “What sizes are you guys getting?” one girl asks. She relays their answers to someone on her cell phone. Sizes are an issue. The store may or may not have your size. The process goes: When your turn arrives to purchase a pair, and your size is gone, you still buy. At least you can “flip the shoe” on eBay. Otherwise, you just wasted a week in line. The girls confer about whether or not to stay.

“They’re not gonna make it,” says Becerril. “They’re weak. They don’t have blankets or anything.”

“If they bounce . ,” Aguayo mutters, his voice trailing off. “I mean, they’re cute, but they’re not that cute,” he says as the girls leave in a sweet perfumed haze. He and the other guys haven’t showered since they got in line. “Shower? What’s that?” says Becerril.

“I brought some baby wipes,” offers Aguayo. “They’re in the car. What?” The guys are laughing. None of them had met before this week, but they’ve become fast friends. “I brought sunblock and these guys called me a fag. I thought about bringing a bed. Not a tent, though. Tents are too bulky.”

On the last day, he continues, you’re sunburnt and you don’t care anymore. Almost. Excitement will likely keep them up all night on Friday, until Saturday morning, when the store opens and the shoes are unveiled. “The soles glow in the dark,” says Villanueva, rhapsodically. “Get the magazine. There’s a picture.” A battered copy of Complex magazine is fetched from Aguayo’s car and flipped to the page with pictures of the shoe. It looks space-agey, and comes in three color variations: gray/peach, black/pink and tan.

Now, the cook from the Town & Country café comes over. “I have to close early tonight,” she says. “So if you want something, get it now. But the pupuseria down the street should be open later.”

Dinner discussions ensue. One guy will probably go to McDonald’s. Villanueva will probably walk one block to Good microbrewery, where he’s fallen deeply in love with the waitress. Last night the guys chipped in and ordered a pizza, and Aguayo stood on the side of the street waving the cash for the delivery man. “I’m gonna miss having you degenerates out here when this is over,” says the cook affectionately. The evening’s chill is settling in. Only 63 hours to go.

Postscript: The shoes all sold out in the end. The Friday before the sale, the manager handed the boys a list of the available sizes and they worked it out among themselves. Though a few people had to settle for the wrong size, all the guys walked away with shoes they could either keep or trade.

“They were happy,” says manager Chris Lozano, who let the boys in one at a time. “If they couldn’t get their exact size, they got the next closest one.”

That day, Kanye West sent someone to film the scene for his blog. Lozano bought the boys doughnuts.

Please Tell Me Why? Obama and the Voucher Program



Admittedly, I'm not too familiar with the voucher program, but I would have to say that I was part of the magnet program when I was coming up and it might as well have been the prototype. For, I believe that my ability to attend schools that were outside of my everyday was the key to my success. I'm not sure if its the compelling testimony or the soft, emotionally stirring mood music, but this video makes a very compelling argument for why vouchers work and for how they give those that can't otherwise the opportunities to excel through an enriched education.

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