Once a month has been my M.O., so why rock the boat? Here I am punching my timesheet for the month of August. I cut it close, no? No different than last month I suppose (when I posted on July 30). Maybe it’s better to refrain from inundating the masses (all 3 of you) with too much of this arbitrary mess. Better to keep them wanting more, huh?
So, the question that must be incinerating your brain steam like a firecracker’s fuse must be this: What the hell have I been doing for the past month? Well, well, well. I am ELATED to report that this week marks my 4th consecutive week in The A. The boondocks are but a distant memory. You could say that we’re “taking a break”. Please believe, I will not be calling that skank anytime soon. If she wants to indulge in the decadence of all that is Brown (yours truly), then she’s gonna have to pick up the phone and call me. So, even with all this consecutive time in the A, I’ve still found a way to neglect this blog. It’s. What. I. Do. The least you folks can do is slice me a slab of slack for my diminished literary ingenuity. No worries, folks – I know I gotta do a better job of keeping up appearances. I used to be petrified of slapping some generic garbage on here just to fill the void, but that may be the only way I can retain any sort of consistency with this blog. Then again, some folks would probably be inclined to say that it seems as though I’ve already started that. Like I said, cut a Brownie some slack.
Anyways, on to the happenings of the past month.
The Movie Nazi (yours truly) has struck again. Why are my initial reactions to movies so predominantly negative and laced with disappointment? Expectations have rarely met reality it seems. Then again, after a few days have passed and I’ve had time to digest what I’ve seen, I normally warm from a cold, reluctant fist tap to a one-armed, hesitant embrace. For example, “Inglourious Basterds“. What was my initial reaction after leaving the theater? WWW (Wiggity. Wiggity. Wack.). Now, mind you this, I’m a HUGE Tarantino fan, but I found the movie exaggerated (a common characteristic of all Tarantino movies) and slow (also, another commonality of Tarantino flicks). But, after a day or so, I more aptly saw the movie for what it was and scrutinized it not based on expectations, but on reality.
It was a good movie. Deserving of being considered as “Tarantino’s Best”? No. I still think “Kill Bill” holds that tiara. Honestly though, I think I still would’ve been tempted to toss the movie a WWW if not for Christopher Waltz’s stunning performance as the “Jew Hunter” Colonel Landa. The epitome of a (seemingly) benevolent asshole. His performance was definitely Oscar-worthy.
(500) Days of Summer. Checkmark. A really good movie that I also was initially underwhelmed by. But after letting it marinate (no pun intended) for a day or so, I came to really appreciate the movie. It was creative, different, and funny. Definitely a must-see. And, just like the voiceover said at the beginning of the movie, it wasn’t a love story. Well…it sort of was. But wasn’t. You have to watch it to understand what I’m talking about. Check it out. Torrent that mother.
In a little less than a month from now, I will make my return to Spain. My sister pretty much dropped everything to study Flamenco in Southern Spain (Granada) for a few months. Ballsy, to say the least. One of these days, I hope to have the same determined wherewithal and gumption to take that leap. For now, I’ve comforted myself in the fact that I will be headed over there to Southern Spain to visit her for a week. We plan on backpacking through Southern Spain and Portugal for a week. We will probably only go to 2 or 3 cities, but I am extremely looking forward to it. Plus, my brother-in-law and my cousin from the Armpit of NYC (Jersey City) will join me on my travels. It’ll be good to return to Europe. It’s been over 3 years now. Unbelievable. Just 3 years ago we were stumbling through streets cluttered with broken beer bottles while sippin’ on cold brewskis with Germans in the streets of Munich as they celebrated a quarterfinal World Cup victory. Feels like 10 years ago. I’m trying to slowly get back in the flow and hustle of traveling overseas. I’ve vowed to myself to never stop exploring the back alleys and crevices of the world.
And…cross your fingers, folks. I’m hoping to make my triumphant return to India in December after a 4 year hiatus. Wow. 4 years. Really? Although, how triumphant a return can it possibly be when I’m returning without a blushing bride? I’m sure they’ll give me days of grief and ridicule for this. At least I don’t have to slide my feet in the sweaty Chucks of my older cousin. This cat is 30, wears skinny jeans, listens to chick bands, has an inclined affinity for Anglos, and…above all…is still unmarried. He will bear the brunt of criticism. Thank God for family who you can throw under the bus to conveniently avoid the spotlight of scrutiny. Whew. Right now, the major obstacle that stands in the way of my purchasing a ticket is the price. We’re talking roughly 2 G’s right now to go at the time I am looking at. If the price doesn’t come down, I’ll be hard pressed to slice that much provolone. So, I’m doing what I do best: waiting. If prices come down, I go. If not, who the flip knows?
Morningstar. Buy 1 Get 1 Free. Need I say more? I went to the grocery store (Publix) earlier today and grabbed me 12 different boxes of Morningstar products. That’s right, folks. 12. I am salivating at the thought of marinating the faux-chicken with Tikka Masala. Giggidy. Giggidy. It’s the coming that I’m worried about…not the going.
A little over a week ago, I was stuffing my face with achari paneer rolls and falafels in The Fat Apple. Thank the good Lord for the existence of Kati Roll and Mamoun’s. But…what stood out was actually the veggie joint I dined at in Greenwich Village the Monday I left: Red Bamboo. So, Red Bamboo is one of numerous veggie joints in The Fat Apple that serve faux-meat. Faux chicken, beef, shrimp, even lamb chops. To start off, I ordered chicken skewers with a curry dipping sauce. Excellent, on point, and charred to perfection. For the entree, I ordered the Southern Creole Chicken. Savory, sweet, and delicious. Plus, the portions were generous. It definitely had the taste, texture, and seasoning of real chicken. Plus, the sauce that was served with it was delicious. It was a cajun flavored sauce with a hint of sweetness. I wish I had the menu to accurately describe the food. My words do little justice to the quality of the food. It was excellent veggie fare. Definitely worth exposing your palate to if ever in NYC. If you don’t believe me, read the reviews on Yelp.
Time to slide some cake in the oven, catch up on some of the day’s happenings in the world of sports, and enumerate some Z’s.