Chronic Tacos

Last Tuesday I had to go to Target to pick up some crap. On my way out, I noticed that the "Chronic Tacos" location they were building had been finished and they were now doing the grand opening. Before they had finished, I vowed to myself that was the lamest thing ever and I wouldn't go there to buy tacos. As I was passing by, my innate curiosity got the best of me and I was drawn inside like the millennium falcon into the death star. Similar to my curiosity regarding the "Pepsi Summer Mix," I had to see just how far these people went into an ambiguous Mexican food for-white-people-that-smoke weed or know-someone-who-does motif. Again, I was not left disappointed with my findings. Trucker hats, nautical stars, that logo with the two naked girls sitting down and facing each other, and Cadillac emblems abounded in all their glory, and that was just on the drink cups. It was also funny to me all the equipment they were using, presses to warm the tortillas, a specified quesidilla press, and the taco-making assembly-line concept that was obviously "borrowed" from chipotle.

Actually though, for white person tacos, they were actually really good. Oh yeah, and on Taco Tuesdays, they have "fatty" tacos.

Pickled Eggs

I made a batch of pickled eggs and they turned out much better than I anticipated. There are only twenty left so you'd better hurry up and get 'em.

The Office

Anybody who already watches The Office knows how good it is. But I just have to say, after the season finale tonight, damn, to me, that show is amazing at how much it gets you to care about what happens to the characters. For that reason, it's probably the only reason why its the only show I watch. I know there are tons of people that love and watch other shows, like Lost, 24, Pokemon, and Grey's Anatomy, but to me, those shows all take themselves much too seriously and the over-dramatization of it all is what sets me back.

Anyways, I cannot wait to find out out things pan out in the next season. This last season had like 23 episodes in it, and I have to admit, it really became a part of my regular regimen. Only what, 5 more months til it starts up again?

I found this blog that corresponds to the level of my introspection and enthusiasm for discussing all the nuances of the show.

Que Sera

Ok, I have no idea what "que sera" means in spanish, so when i looked it up on google translate, it came back "that sera."

anyways, theres this like dance place/bar a few blocks from my house that i had heard about from my friends annie and tristan. the name of it is que sera, and apparantly, they play funk and r+b music every second friday of the month or something. i was skeptical, at first, and missed the first few opportunities due to school and such. tonight was the first night i was able to go, and it was pretty sweet. highly recommended. its a totally cool atmosphere and it doesn't matter if you suck at dancing. all the people there seemed relatively down to earth, and it wasn't all loud with hoochies and playas everywhere. also, as the night progressed, i slowly but surely worked my way over to the apple of my eye for the night. i found out her name was amber, and she was a large black girl. some of you in the audience may know about my particular propensity for overweight people in general, and when they also possess minority status, that really lights the fire in my oven. i was sooo dissapointed that her name was amber though, i really, really wanted it to be imani or kiki. regardless, this place is highly recommended and we gotta go next time.

Pepsi Summer Mix

I knew I should have know better. I knew about my assured impending dissapointment. There was only one nagging curiosity that I couldn't let pass me by- it has happened far too many times in my life already. The dillema I wanted to settle was the degree of how awful the soda would taste. Sure enough, once I got home and eagerly poured the gentle carbonated corn syrup over a few ice cubes, my suspicions of dissapointment were fully actualized, putting me into a content and dissastisfied state. As an alternative to buying Pepsi Summer Mix, another way to simulate it's taste would be to grind up some tropical Skittles and blend them thourougly with regular Pepsi.

On another note, something else that made me give into my temptation for trying this Pepsi was the "limited edition" note on the side of the bottle. Some might say I'm the fool for knowlingly handing over my money for a product that I knew I was going to be displeased with, but I think I was more warranted due to both my non-existent expectations and overwhelming curiosity. If anything, Pepsico and I are both winners in this interaction.

A Bad Feeling At The Bottom Of My Stomach

A funny yet accurate 32 second summary of republican debate. I didn't watch the debate, but I probably didn't need to.

Volta

I can't wait til Tuesday. I'm still pissed I couldn't go to Coachella because of my class; they're really stringent about missing any days at all for our clinical/hospital time, and I was completely unable to get out of it unless I fabricated an enormous fallacy. Although there's a good chance it might have been worth it based on what I heard about the show.

On The Road

This book is full of memorable quotes, but to me, the last paragraph stands out the most. To think about the weight it carries with regard to the entire novel that precedes it still astounds me, and I can re-read it from time to time without ever growing tired.

So in American when the sun goes down and I sit on the old broken-down river pier watching the long, long skies over New Jersey and sense all that raw land that rolls in one unbelievable huge bulge over to the West Coast, and all that road going, all the people dreaming in the immensity of it, and in Iowa I know by now the children must be crying in the land where they let the children cry, and tonight the stars'll be out, and don't you know that God is Pooh Bear? the evening star must be drooping and shedding her sprinkler dims on the prarie, which is just before the coming of complete night that blesses the earth, darkens all rivers, cups the peaks and folds the final shore in, and nobody, nobody knows what's going to happen to anybody besides the forlorn rags of growing old, I think of Dean Moriarty, I even think of Old Dean Moriarty the father we never found, I think of Dean Moriarty.

I read this book awhile ago over the last winter break, but it has always stuck with me. Although it might not be the densest read, I remember being completely absorbed by the writing (though I think I heard somewhere that it was written in something like 3 weeks on a massive cocaine binge) and narration. If nothing else, its incredible that this story was pretty much based on actual events, and these people did repeatedly hitchhike across the country making a huge adventure out of whatever developed or whatever they felt like doing.