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Happy Thanksgiving


Just thought I'd send out a Happy Thanksgiving to everyone. For those traveling be safe, for those at home enjoy and be thankful for what you got. Remember no matter how bad or how little you think you have to be thankful for there are a whole lot of people out there who have it worse than you.

Here's a holiday movie pick. It came recommended to me some time ago and some has become one of my Turkey Day picks. It's by Barry Levinson and it's the story of a family of Eastern European Jewish immigrants to the United States who settle in Baltimore, Maryland, at the beginning of the 20th century. Avalon explores the themes of assimilation and how modernity has changed American family life. Anyway if you can get a hold of it check it out I think you'll approve of it.

Gobble gobble indeed.

Tuesday, November 21, 2006

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Ghetto Fried Chicken

The Fast Food Hierarchy of Ghetto Fried Chicken :


It's a simple chart to follow. There are the big four.


1 .
KFC - The Granddaddy of them all. Formed during the Great depression the first actual outlet was opened in 1952. This is most reputable of the fried chicken joints. They officially changed their name to KFC in 1991 in an attempt to move away from the bad connotation of "Fried" and because their menu was continuing to expand beyond chicken. Also, KFC is a lot easier to spell and say. Col. Harland Sanders isn't such a bad guy. He wanted to bring chicken to the masses.Currently I believe Pepsico owns KFC. Found in the cities and the burbs there is very little risk in going to a KFC. I recommend the sides. However, just so you know it has some ghetto credentials there has been controversy surrounding the chain. PETA in conjunction with Pamela Anderson are constantly downing on the Col. and his secret recipes. But overall its not so bad, and it's huge in China.

My favorite tidbit : Japanese baseball team Hanshin Tigers is thought to be under the Curse of the Colonel, a curse coming from when an enthusiastic fan threw a store-front statue of Colonel Sanders into a local canal during a celebration for the Tigers victory in the 1985 Japan Series. The curse says that the Tigers will not win again until the statue is recovered.


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Ok now we're getting a little more ghetto. Church's chicken is sold out of the back door of White Castle. At least where I'm from. Their food has an asshole avalanche factor of about a three. It may feel the good at the moment of consumption but by the next morning you'll be clutching your ankles and praying to a merciful god. Put it this way their signature sauce is called "Purple Pepper Sauce." And for dessert you can get a fried apple pie. Yeah, they fry everything. How do you know its ghetto? Well in Puerto Rico alone, there are over 70 restaurants on the island. Still not ghetto enough, it's owned by Arcapita an Islamic venture group. The president? Hala Moddelmog. As of last year their murder per restaurant was down 17% for about 1 per every three outlets. But they have a really
slick website.

3. Popeye's, a close second to Church's. Formed in New Orleans you know it's got some ghetto charm. Debates rage if it named after the loveable std ridden sailor or the heroin addicted Popeye Doyle from the French Connection 2. They go with the more Cajun feel to their chicken and your ass will not be thankful. Once, stuck in a bad neighborhood after a concert I had some Popeye's. Asshole avalanche factor of a 6. I was on the throne immediately after getting off the subway. Highlights of the menu include the Crawfish Po-boy, and their Mardi Gras cheesecake which looks like someone ground up the Joker and sprinkled over some toilet paper cheesecake. In 2005, a Popeye's was mistaken for a liquor/check cashing store and was held up thrice in the same night. Don't forget to check out the site where you can get free ring tones. Seafood man, they serve "seafood."

4.
Kennedy Fried Chicken. Straight up, I've bought drugs in Kennedy Fried Chicken.
I've seen two rapes, several assaults, one baby birth and a dead homeless guy at the KenFC in Coney Island. Here's what I found out about it :

Kennedy Fried Chicken is the name for many restaurants in the New York City area and elsewhere in the northeastern United States that are located mostly in inner city neighborhoods. The restaurants which traditionally are owned and operated by immigrants from Afghanistan are not formally connected although their menus and prices are similar. This lack of centralized control has posed problems for Kentucky Fried Chicken which since the 1990s has tried to enforce trademark rules against the restaurants which often use the KFC abbreviation and have been known to decorate their restaurants in red and white colors, similar to Kentucky Fried Chicken's logo. Food at many of the inner city restaurants is served from behind bulletproof glass. Its specialties are its deep fried chicken (described as "not too dry or too soggy") as well as burgers, hot wings, ice cream and sweet potato pies. Given its inner city roots, chicken and food is quite often ordered ala carte one piece at a time. Kennedy's has an asshole avalanche factor of a 10+. instantaneous greased up owl shit searing through your intestines. I recommend the one in Coney Island. It features an abandoned donut shop area with petrified pastries, perpetual garbage swirling around your feet and everything is bolted down. Everything. You ain't in the ghetto unless you got a Kennedy's Fried Chicke

Monday, November 20, 2006

Book #17 One Hundred Years of Solitude By Gabriel Garcia Marquez


So in light of recent a recent book theft I've decided to start reading this book. It comes highly recommended. So far so good, I'm about 50 pages in.

Here's a wikipedia summary of it:
One Hundred Years of Solitude (Spanish: Cien os de soledad) is a novel by Gabriel Garcíarquez which was first published in Spanish in 1967 (Buenos Aires: Sudamericana), with an English translation by Gregory Rabassa released in 1970 (New York: Harper and Row). The book is considered García Márquez's masterpiece, metaphorically encompassing the history of Colombia. The novel chronicles a family's struggle, and the history of their fictional town, Macondo, for one hundred years. García Márquez acknowledges in his autobiography Living to Tell the Tale that Macondo was based on the towns where he spent his childhood.


I did not want to spoil the book but the entry is quite expansive, complete with a family tree which I'm sure will come in handy. Check out the details here.

I'm pretty pshyched about this read, it looks like it will be a good one. I'll keep ya posted. If anyone has read this I'd be interested to hear you thoughts.

Billy Bragg : Life's a Riot with Spy vs. Spy

I've been tooling around with some apps online and I've decide to try to post some music up here.
This weeks album is : Billy Bragg Life's a Riot with Spy Vs. Spy
Billy Bragg's first ep released in 1983 allmusic has called him a gruff Woodie Guthrie for the post punk generation.

Some notes on this album : Bragg's heavy Essex accent moderated a singing voice that was anything but operatic. Yet the singer's strident, passionate non-singing provided the perfect conduit for a suite of lyrics that matched polemic with romantic observation

About Billy (from allmusic) :Finding inspiration in the righteous anger of punk rock and the socially conscious folk tradition of Woody Guthrie and Bob Dylan, Billy Bragg was the leading figure of the anti-folk movement of the '80s. For most of the decade, Bragg bashed out songs alone on his electric guitar, singing about politics and love. While his lyrics were bitingly intelligent and clever, they were also warm and humane, filled with detail and wit. Even though his lyrics were carefully considered, Bragg never neglected to write melodies for songs that were strong and memorable. Throughout the '80s, he managed to chart consistently in Britain, yet he only gathered a cult following in America, which could be due to the fact that he sang about distinctly British subject matter, both politically and socially.... Read More...
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Sunday, November 19, 2006

Birthday Info

Here's some facts about my birth.

My date of conception was on or about 23 July 1980 which was a Wednesday.
I was born on a Wednesdayunder the astrological sign Aries.Your Life path number is 11.

As of 11/19/2006 11:30:21 PM EST I am 25 years old. I am 307 months old. I am 1,336 weeks old. I am 9,349 days old. I am 224,399 hours old. I am 13,463,970 minutes old. I am 807,838,221 seconds old.

Celebrities who share my birthday:
Emma Watson (1990)
Emma Thompson (1959)
Claudia Cardinale (1939)
Roy Clark (1933)
Elizabeth Montgomery (1933)
Leon Schotter (1922)
Hans Conried (1917)
Bessie Smith (1894)
Henry James (1843)
Leonardo da Vinci (1452)

Top songs of 1981
Physical by Olivia Newton-John
Bette Davis Eyes by Kim Carnes
Endless Love by Diana Ross & Lionel Richie
Arthur's Theme by Christopher Cross
Kiss On My List by Daryl Hall & John Oates
Jessie's Girl by Rick Springfield
I Love a Rainy Night by Eddie Rabbitt
9 to 5 by Dolly Parton
Private Eyes by Daryl Hall & John Oates
Rapture by Blondie

Anyway, if you' re curious go to this site and plug in you D.O.B.

Black Friday

Ok for those you suicidal enough to go shopping on "Black Friday" here are scans of circulars so you can browse from home. Also don't forget there are online discounts too. Here are some from CompUSA. I'm sure you can find some blank cd's or something to buy.

Book #12-16

Ok So I haven't updated the books that I've read recently on here. Unfortunately time constraints and the fact that life gets in the way has keep me from discussing these and will keep me from discussing these. However, here are the books I have not posted, feel free to send me any comments and I'll be happy to talk about them.


This is a great collection of short stories. A glimpse into where Bukowski started the stories, even the ones that fail, can be haunting and surreal.
From Library Journal
In her splendid new work, Erdrich retrieves characters from her first novel, Love Medicine , to depict the escalating conflict between two Chippewa families, a conflict begun when hapless Eli Kashpawwho has passionately pursued the fiery, elemental Fleur Pillageris made to betray her with young Sophie Morrissey through the magic of the vengeful Pauline. That simple summary belies the richness and complexity of the tale, told in turn to Fleur's estranged daughter by her "grandfather," the wily Nanapush, and by Pauline, a woman of mixed blood and mixed beliefs soon to become the obsessive Sister Leopolda. As the community is eroded from withoutby white man's venalityand from within, even Fleur must realize that "power goes under and gutters out." Not so for Erdrich, whose prose is as sharp, glittering, and to the point as cut glass. Highly recommended
Haruki Murakami is a master of subtly disturbing prose. Mundane events throb with menace, while the bizarre is accepted without comment. Meaning always seems to be just out of reach, for the reader as well as for the characters, yet one is drawn inexorably into a mystery that may have no solution. The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle is an extended meditation on themes that appear throughout Murakami's earlier work. The tropes of popular culture, movies, music, detective stories, combine to create a work that explores both the surface and the hidden depths of Japanese society at the end of the 20th century. Talk about a surreal novel, this one takes the cake. I'm still perplexed about it.
"Brilliant and poignant...By his compassion, clarity of insight and crystal-bright prose, he makes Rabbit's sorrow his and our own."
--The Washington Post
Ok, now I thought the book was just OK. I've seen it considered a masterpiece. It was good, a bit slow for my taste but worth reading even if just for you to draw your own conclusion that it may be overrated.
As an ardent fan of Bukowski and Henry Chinaski, this by far is my favorite book by Buk. If you haven't read any Bukowski but always wanted to, this is perhaps a great place to start. It's a series of short stories that give you a taste for Buk's writing. You'll either love him or hate him. There's no in between. But if you love this book, then you can look forward to many other fictional pieces by Buk that will delight you. Either that or after about three chapters you will want to go out and get drunk, or get laid! Enjoy!

So there you have it. Let me know your thoughts.