lending library

And so the other idea is, let me publish the films that I have available for lending to friends, so they can pick and choose. Poor man's Netflix:

Infernal Affairs I, II and III
Breaking News
Tora Tora Tora
Harold and Kumar Go To White Castle
Dithers

There ya go, this week's Top 5.

asian invasion

yes, this is just for you, yes, you. The best teacher in all of Elmhurst. Ermm, can I build on this?

I wonder . . .

do I have more to talk about than I thought? maybe its just been too long since I've expressed myself but I feel the urge to write about every fucking thing in the world!

hopefully, it'll pass.

and of course, dinner . . .

so I went to El Poblano last night, in Jackson Heights, for a well-deserved meal after the most insane work week I have ever experienced. Getting off work at 9:40pm on a friday night, I jumped on the train and in no time, was walking down Roosevelt Avenue under the train tracks. A block or two from the station put me at El Poblano, a narrow taqueria where I've previously only bought tortas (Mexican sandwiches with your choice of filling, plus lettuce, tomato, refried beans slathered on the the bun, guacamole, salsa, etc.) for takeout. seeing as I had a meal at Taqueria Coatzingo a week ago, I figured I'd try to do some sort of systematic testing. So, a taco de lengua was in order, as was a taco de carne asada and a taco de carnitas. And besides the trifecta of grilled meat tacos was also a tostada de carne.

whoa. what good fucking food! the lengua was not steamed as at Coatzingo but grilled or pan friend or whatever, but amazing. the carnitas consisted of not just chunks of fried pork, but chunks of fried pork fat as well. the asada was pretty good, although not as good as the other two, but still amazing, and the tostada was excellent: a fried tortilla disc slathered with beans, topped with beef and onions, then lettuce, tomato, white sauce, and salsa. dumb good. drop $11 bucks on the table and I'm out!

so of course the gold standard for taquerias in SF's Mission District, where I ate ridiculously well for about a week but I really liked the El Poblano experience. Strictly spanish in this joint, so try to brush up on high school spanish, but anyway the menu is fully bi-lingual so no problems. oh and as for Coatzingo: the guacamole sauce was better, as opposed to El Poblano's non-existent one, but for me, the tacos just didn't do it for me. Seeing as there are about a dozezn selections at each place, obviously then I have to go for return trips to find the optimal taco but I think I'm ready for it. make it a friday night tradition after working a 60 hour week. not bad at all.

the ex

well obviously, let's get this thing off first. is it unavoidable? to anyone who knows me and apparently these 'blog' type things are anonymous? well . . . who would this person be? the classy thing would be to simply use initials or even fake names but I'm not even sure I can go there . . . soul searching on the internet . . . interesting.

so I suppose she is now dating someone new? she continues to ask me for advice and insight into her and the way she deals with people but I can't help feeling that each time she does that, she is applying my knowledge or comments towards her current relationship; yet she claims not to be in any such relationship. how does that work? am I still so bitter that I cannot interact with her while knowing that she is dating someone else? that I am so petty that we cannot be friends or interact unless we are either dating each other or, both single? I'm afraid the truth is that I am still incredibly sad when I think about what happened between the two of us and I feel we somehow avoid the real topic of conversation which should be: what the fuck went wrong? instead its pleasantries and theatrics but no real substance. and in fact, why should there be interaction at all? a sense of duty or obligation on my part, perhaps, to see this thing through, this project of making her a better person. and on her end? I received a 'drunk call' a few weeks ago which was very telling, but what if her subconscious state contradicts her conscious state? unfair of her to burden me with the truth of her feelings, and then treat me the way she does.

by the way, wonder if she should read this. wonder if at all, anyone I know should read this. private life turned public? anonymous confessional? it just might work and maybe I'll feel better about myself if I get these things down on 'paper.' ah well, way to join the internet revolution in 2005, eh?

yikes

okay really. so what is this about? a place for confessions, obsessions, intentions and corrections. bare my soul, or bear my sole? not even sure if I can still write and where exactly does the audience come from?

so then. on to the topic at hand. we have so many to choose from: video games, design and typography, food and cooking, music in all shapes and sizes and what else? don't know how the focus is, or whether there should be one at all. can't a blog simply consist of lists and lists, e.g., what I'm listening to now . . . . my favorite DVDs of all time . . . . what I ate last week . . . . so maybe something like that?

unsure at the moment but, I need not make a hard and fast decision now, correct?

and they're off . . .

this could actually be interesting. something like starting the new year but a week late and with the "happy new years" greeting finally expiring this week, we can get on to the business of actually doing some work.