A worthwhile $25 alternative to a hundred dollar espresso machine. I’ve been reading about the Moka Express and it was apparently a revolutionary invention in the 1930’s for Italians in that it brought espresso into the homes of people who couldn’t typically afford it. While it doesn’t render the crema of a fancy automatic espresso maker, it hardly matters if your one of types who only sees the foam of their cappuccino for the five seconds between when its made and when the Starbucks employee puts the plastic lid on the cup.
Gangsta is a totally overused word now. While it never held any kind of intellectual ilk, there was once a stronger sense about what was and what was not gangsta. Now the word is used to describe any manner of incoherent nonsense. I’m not saying being gangsta is something one should aspire to be, or that the definition of the word gangsta should be fought over in some strict sense of purity like a religious quest or anything, but it would be nice if fifty percent of the people who use the word on regular basis had any idea what they were talking about.
But I digress.
When gangsta rap was still the hot new thing, the appeal of the genre was propelled almost entirely on shock value and the absolutely terrifying grip it had on the middle-aged white establishment (and its youth). In the beginning we were just scared by anyone named “ICE” (they all seemed like tough customers, even Ice Cube.. he actually used to scare the bejeezus out of whitey) but I don’t think there was anything that really frightened the holy hell out of us white folks more than the idea of a black gangsta rapper who also happened to be a little person. That was like our worst nightmare back in the 90’s: being attacked by gang of black midgets in doo rags and black denim.
Kim thinks its revolting when I come out of the bathroom with a book under one arm and a coffee cup in my other. The thought of drinking coffee while dropping it on the one doesn’t sit well with her at all.
Last night we went to a mongolian barbacue place and I went a little nuts (didn’t eat any rice, but I love that bread that they serve). This morning I weighed myself and I am 226lbs!
I’ve never comprehended the pretense that because you share an elevator with a total stranger, you are required to make eye contact and do that goofy closed mouth half-smile to them or pretend to converse with them about shit no one ever wants to talk about. Leave me the hell alone, you wouldn’t ask me about the weather if we were walking up fucking stairs together.
“All this being said - I just don’t get it. I absolutely can not understand how a vote for McCain can be perceived as anything except a vote made out of fear of the future, possible racism or personal greed matched with a self-righteousness against those that need a leg up. If voting and paying taxes are the only two duties we have as citizens of this country I don’t see why you wouldn’t vote for the candidate that seems the most inclined to improve things for everyone (the entire nation / the world) instead of just one particular individual, yourself.” - Michael Eades
