Saturday, October 24, 2009

Coffee Hunter

So Coffee...hmm What an odd substance. I personally Love the F-ing thing, but to what degree. I have a plethora of stories revolving around "Coffee" I've made friends through coffee breaks, talked to interesting people whilst drinking coffee, posed for pictures, and a whole other bunch of non sensical type things. For this installment I will write a short little Blurb about a coffee Hunt.

So I love coffee neigh I am quite addicted to it, so much so i need at least one cup a day so i don't end up grumpy, I can live with out Cigarettes for days, but coffee is another animal in itself. Of course I don't need to tell you that after all you have to be interested in Coffee your self Hmm? Well as for me I have a odd habit of drinking coffee to undo my hunger, you know when your hungry but its late and you don't want to hate your self for eating at like 4 am. Anyway so I was talking to My good friend and she we chat reminisce and what have you about NYC and i notice it's getting late. I am at my aunts apartment she is a well to do cook and she needed someone to help her buy things as she made her magic in the kitchen, but I digress, So I am here and well I remember I haven't had my daily Dose of caffeine. So on that note I look for coffee whilst everyone is sleeping as I prepare the water, my mug and the french press. If you never had french press coffee your missing out. So I look where the coffee was, I assumed, nothing just tea. So i look deeper, still nothing and more tea. Im starting to get agitated and realize i actually haven't had a good cup of coffee in like 3 days just watered down BS. So i get frantic and i look everyone, and i come to the sick realization that I never actually knew where the coffee was, EVER. So i get desperate and I search in places any average person would probable not look. I start to dread that maybe she converted to Tea which would mean my french press haven has been closed down. I get angry, but I am in New York the city that never sleeps and I also am located near my old college so there coffee places I familiar to. So I make it my mission not to sleep till I have drank me some JAVA. (Not that I actually can coffee to me is like my warm milk)

So determined I put on my socks and look for my aunts keys, being that this isn't my house i would have no way to get back in, Problem. I cannot locate said Keys, I look all over the coat area and the places where they would be. Key rack, Nada. Key box, Nothing. It dawns on me that maybe there in her room, in her bag. Well fuck that Idea she is a hard woman to deal with on a normal basis and waking her up at 2 am to find her keys would be like signing my death warrant. But Since my uncle leave his stuff outside I remember he has a set himself so lucky me! I must admit rummaging through his wallet for the KEY card was a moral stretch, but at this point i was feeling very grumpy and he was asleep so F-it. I was now ready with all i needed.

Ipod Check.
Lighter Check.
Money Check.
Keys Check.
Cigarettes Check...sorta.

I was Running low so I decided to snag a few from my uncle's pack, thank God he smokes menthol. So I walk out with a unlit smoke in my mouth, I could taste the menthol on my lips, It was cool. As the elevator was on it's way down I noticed how small a normal Cigarette was compared to my 100's, and I Also noticed my uncle pack them really tight, It looked to me like maybe about a half in of paper, so i proceed to fold it. The elevator dings and I proceed out. Holy crap. It's raining like nobodies business outside, but I am already outside and i needed my coffee! As I trudge along the maze that is stuyvesant town, getting wet smoking a all to small Bogie, I notice that this F-ing City never 
really does sleep. I say that because, I can hear people screaming about inane crap and see people
coming from what I can only assume some night time event. 
I find myself along 2nd avenue heading towards my old stomping grounds when I was a student at SVA
At that corner store On 22nd and 2nd. I go in soaked, but relieved I get to have some freaking coffee.
To my dismay they tell me they ran out, that the should have some in 30 minutes, Like I am gonna wait for that.
So I leave and walk along the other places i knew would have my long lost friend at this point. No luck.
At this point I walk back to my aunt's defeated, upset and still lacking my caffeine fix. Mood MAD.
Then I come across a gaurd post and i think to ask him if he knew of a place that sells coffee near here.
He tells me in my disbelief that Coffee Shop is open 24/7 and it's like on 14th and avenue A. I am in
disbelief and tell him thanks. I speed walk over and see the sweet glow of this hole in the wall diner.
Proudly the Sign above States to all that see "COFFEE SHOP", no else notices this importance, this
declaration. I sure as hell Do, I impatiently wait for the cross walk sign and realize there is not a
cars for miles. So I do what all New Yorkers do, cross dammit. I enter the shop cozy little place, diner
set up and ask one of the waiter for a large Coffee. I wait for it, think about giving tip, since there was
a tip box, pull out 3 bucks. It's came out to 1.50$ so I give him, 2 and leave a quarter. Cheap i know.
Still raining I shake up the coffee, like I always do with a napkin upside down so that the sugar is evenly
distributed, and walk out. I take of my soaking hat and cover the cup and walk to the closes bus stop
as to prevent the rain seeping in to my first sip.
I inhale.
taste it.
drink it.
Fucking good, I light up one of my smokes to enjoy the moment further and walk back triumphant
in my little Misadventure for the evening. Coffee man. Coffee.

Friday, October 23, 2009

Me + HIGH Fidelity

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Me and HIGH Fidelity.

This Isn't a review of the movie with the same title. Or my opinion about said movie. All this is, is a story about me and this (In my opinion) one of the most life affirming movies Ever. 
So my love affair started long ago during my first relationship, the break up part. You know how that is, I would assume. Couple weeks later it happened to play on tv and I watched the whole thing and it made me feel better. Ok I will admit this wasn't the first time I had watched this film, but for some reason this time around it made a little more sense and i was able to laugh at my pain and anguish. Sure I was still a unschooled Kid, child, Virgin for that matter. So High Fidelity just made me laugh allowed me to realize relationships end and you move on. Well that what I learned form it that time around. Magically It happened again I had ended another relationship and I found my self sitting at home sulking and it played on tv once more. But this time around I was much older, not by much but enough time had passed, and this movie made more sense to me. Part of it I had not understood before made more sense, like the reminising parts of the movie, the listing past girl freinds, and being angry. Still a virgin BTW, but that would not have made it's inpact this time around less significant less helpful. So this odd little movie kept comming in and out of my life seemingly after every break up after all the heart aches and stupidity an adolecent will go through. So i realized this was something that i needed to keep around cuase as i grew up this movie opened up more and more to me like secrets or points I could not understand the first time around were finally being shown to me. Now of-course the scene where Rob was deing in angiush about Ien being the best lover in the entire world made such and inpact on me. (No longer a virgin at this point) And as I went through life this movie just keept getting better and everytime i watched it, as the years past and the times changed I would end up corrolating it to my life my trials and tribulations. And i found it all the time comforting liek a freind that always knew what to say, and I eventually bought it one day at Barnse & Noble. 
So I watched it just recently and could not get it out of my mind how much this one movies has been such an influence on my life as a whole, odd maybe cool i think so. It's just that even though me as a person am not a music aficionado I get it. Passion man, loving what you do, what your into just gives life meaning. It's got Kick ass soundtrack too. So as i watch the movie and grow up with it I can't help but wish about the next time i watch it, like what will i have learned in the time between? you know cuase It just keep getting more meaningful as  igo along with my life. Personally i can't wait to watch this movie when I am 26, or when i am 34. You know and I just can't help, but wonder what cool secret will it have after all those years and all those experiences have gone by. Well here to you HIGH Fidelity and thats what you mean to me.

Thursday, July 16, 2009

Draw me in...

So I've been sick, and sitting home drawing I just felt like sharing my drawings with the world. Actually that was the intentions of me starting a blog in the first place, I wanted a outlet to talk about how I deal with down time, the commute, and how amazingly easy it is to start small talk with people when you draw a quickie portrait of someone. Small description about it is me having an outlet to talk about how my art and how it comes into being or what wonderful person I encountered and drew that day. 

This was me trying to break in a new pen, and practicing some anatomy from memory. Shit's tough.

This little piece is an idea I threw around for a larger painting or cover for my comic in Progress. Finally finished the story and Character design. 

OHM, A quick drawing i did based off of all the portraits i have accumulated through the years of drawing life. I personally think it;s a pretty good try at a made up face. Ehh, I like it.

And this is just me f*cking with the pen and how I just love to draw fast quick and messing with fore shortening.

Well for more interesting things Check back you might see a painting or two pop up. Thanks

Saturday, July 11, 2009

Male Urinal...To Graphic...Deal...

So a couple of weeks have gone by with out me updating...lets chalk it up to laziness shall we, I am still quite new to this blogging experience (yes a 21st century man whom is new to OB's shut up) 
As you may or may not know I am currently located in the island of the Philippines, vacationing and trying to find my artistic Muse, Or at least something, that can justify all the partying i am doing. The thing i like most about this place is the simplicity of it all. It's so calm and laid back, and yet really really fucked up. I mean I've been to a person house and it was larger than most people's dream homes, I'm talking compound as in your very own gas station in your property? And yet I walk around seeing people/children beg for money wearing nothing but really tattered cloth. Yet, don't be fooled cause if you are so poor why wear eye shadow? Seriuosly i saw a little girl begging and she looked impoverished alright but had mascara on. Welp not to nock it this is how this place work, the rich are rich the poor are poor. 

But someone once told me talking about politics, religion, and money just causes disagreement. So f it, but truly this place is like many other places in the world, you got the good with the bad, and such is life. I personally believe you can't taste how sweet life is until you have bitten the bitterness of it. But enough of that, maybe i divulge the disturbing crap I have seen one day.

Let me give you a quick summary of what i have been doing here.
 Touch down, some time 1 month ago, I got to manila Talked with my Uncle about work, got something in the works now. Went around for a few days seen the interesting part of the Capital of my homeland and went places an ordinary person could not go. Had some fun with some foreigners (Like myself but i blend in) asking them were there from and what not, nothing harmful just asking friendly questions such as "Hay Hi, were you from...blah blah" or "your not from here are you?". Pretentious yes, Harmful no. All i gotta say about that one is, people are really not that trusting.
 Highlights of my Manila stay. Uym, Fashion magazine anybody? eheh. Yeah so like I'm from New York, and my previous lover was a very well versed fashion student, whom i thank and acknowledge for my fashion sense now. I was just drinking some starbucks and a very attractive lady comes up to me and asks if she can take my picture, little did i know it was for a urban fashion magazine, Bwhahah. OK, so i have no idea if i got in or not but still flattered they'd ask me. And on Father's Day the day I left I had butter Crab, which was awe-inspiringly good, but the kicker for that day was, when someone commented on my Hat and greated my Happy Fathers day. Funny.
 Downer of the trip, as i was walking in the mall there called Green Hills I was shocked as to the assumption of people there, I come from the south so when i speak i have a southern accent (south being southern Philippines) and I noticed that no one would ask me to buy anything. Like they would the other people passing the vendors by, Until of course i accidentally spoke in english and they heard my American accent. Which brought them down like a shark feeding frenzy. Personally i was shocked when my companion told me why that was. F-ed Up, yes very much so.

Ehh a lot spoken already tune Next week kids to part Deuce. Ricco Hit's Davao. 

Wednesday, June 17, 2009

Numero Duce

So this is my Short Blurb into the Blog spot world I needed to do this so that I have an outside source For my Blogging Needs and this was a Viable source. OK sooo Let's Get this Cracking.

I Am right Now as we speak in the Philippines Islands spreading the Legend of GAR, Just me being me sooo Enjoying the hot sun Cheap smokes and Plethora of woman to talk to and admire. Yes Yes enjoy enjoy. So, what to do what to do nothing to talk about as such, due to not much yet. I could go on and on about the day of which i lived but i'd rather save that for an early work Day. Movie deal, is in my near future, I just need to settle the details...Tehe. Well that good enough for a simple first time Blog Spot. And more to come....Enjoy My Misadventures!!!