July 30, 2014
I've been doing a lot of reading lately. A lot a lot. By that, I mean whenever someone calls or texts me in the evening asking what I'm doing, that answer is usually "I'm reading," and right now, I have a few books in rotation since I don't usually read one book at a time, unless it's one of those good stories I can't put down (see: here. and here). I read novels the same way people watch multiple television shows throughout the week, and then I return a stack of books to the library all at once. And then I go pick up life four more.
But this isn't really about reading, and it's not about Brody, even though he was all in my face for the photo above like it was supposed to be about him. The thing is, I started writing a book. Writing. A real-life book. I'm reiterating this for my own personal purposes, because I started on something that I never really thought I'd ever do in my life. Novels were something I enjoyed and never saw myself creating. A script or screenplay, definitely. But never a novel. You have to paint descriptions in a novel and give details that bring the story to life - out of thin air. Now, here I am trying to concoct characters, settings and a plot that'll stretch our a few hundred pages and all that jazz, and it's a daunting task.
July 25, 2014
I'd be a fool to turn down a $15 dollar concert, especially when the artist is as solid as Ms. Emily King. Last time she was in Atlanta, I paid a mere $25 dollars to see her and Emeli Sande at Variety Playhouse in Little Five Points, and I got more than my money's worth. I went alone, since my friend flaked at the last minute, and had a darn good time all by myself (see: gif). This time the concert was at Vinyl in Midtown, and I invited my trusted comrade, Phil, who has never left me hanging (and who also needs to update his blog...).
July 22, 2014
I mentioned this little spot a few posts ago, and I'm being to lazy to find/link that post, but it's around this site somewhere.
You can never really go wrong with a taco. At least, I can't go wrong with a taco. They're difficult to botch, and all you need is some bomb salsa verde to really set it off. That being said, I rode down the street to Taco T with extremely low expectations, and now it's the only place I'll ever want to visit for tacos. All the tortillas (corn and flour) are made fresh daily, in-house, and you can actually tell the difference. I'm a fan of crunchy tacos, and when you bite into these, the crunch is as loud as the flavor. AND, they're $1 per taco. Struggle meals are coming up in the world.
July 16, 2014
Oh, hey blog. Here, have all my feels today.
I drove into the city to run an errand a few hours ago, and was met with a wonderful case of Atlanta-traffic-for-no-good-reason-in-the-middle-of-the-afternoon. The word 'wonderful' was intended with the most sarcastic tone imaginable. While I was tapping my brakes on the freeway, I felt myself getting irritated, so I took a quick minute to find some enjoyment in the present moment. I was riding in a car of my own, that has over 200k miles on it but is not giving me any problems, I had a full tank of gas, I wasn't in a huge rush (even though I did need to get back to the office, eventually), the weather was unusually pleasant for mid-July in Georgia, and an 90s Maxwell track was playing on the radio (Sumthin' Sumthin'). I had so much to be grateful for, even in that fleeting moment.
July 9, 2014
I was first introduced to the Nutribullet through my nanny family. I had seen the infomercials for the Magic Bullet on tv years ago, and I vaguely remember hearing about this new and improved version that was supposed to be better for whatever reason, but I didn't really grasp the reality of the situation until I was throwing together a snack for the kids and had to improvise with the Nutribullet and whatever random pieces of fruit I could find. A banana, a few fresh strawberries and a bag of frozen mangoes later I had the best-tasting homemade smoothie of my life. I was feeling quite proud of myself, so I went home and tried to re-create my masterpiece with my regular ol' counter-top blender, but it paled in comparison to the one made by the Nutribullet. Ever since then, that nifty little device has been on my wishlist. Especially after I tried my hand at some homemade acai bowls. My blender does not agree the thicker consistency I prefer, and I was always ending up with chunky bits of frozen fruit mixed into my finished product. No bueno.
Well, not anymore! Thanks to the tall, dark and fine fella' who delivered this this baby to my doorstep yesterday evening (gift-wrapped in my favorite color and everything), my first-world problem has been solved. No more chunky acai bowls! And wayyyy more smoothies with green stuff mixed in that's been pulverized to the point where I can hardly taste the bitterness. I feel some recipe posts stirring in my spirit.
July 8, 2014
Last Wednesday afternoon, my vacation was a day away, and I was stuck in the office dreaming about sights like the picture above. The temperature inside the office made things worse, since I was bundled up like it was the middle of January. Case and point below: