The end of the year has always been exciting for me. While I take the second to last week reflecting on people and accomplishments I'm thankful for, the last week is reserved for strategizing on how to make the world and myself better.
In the spirit of giving, I am going to share some of my favorite deals of the year.
Target Brand (Up Up, Market Pantry and Archer Farms) Products: Target has been a long-time favorite for a one-stop best bang for your buck. All products are priced reasonably and if you need something, you will definitely find it at Target. To top it off, their Photo Center and the Target Cafe are unbeatable service stations. But, their in-house version of sleep aids, 12-grain bread, basic long-sleeve tshirts, etc. take the cheese. Target has mastered the art of quality and quantity, proving why the red and white is the mecca for lifelong bargain hunters.
Thrillist.com: Like a sherpa, Thrillist.com has served a guide through my last year, showing me only the best of the best restos, gear sales, and services. Ranging from fresh Lower East Side barbershops to exclusive happy hours on the Hill, Thrillist.com is like a man about town who is always in the know and those week-daily emails make me feel like I'm his best friend who he can't withhold these secrets.
Restaurant.com: A site that not only helps stimulate the economy and satiate my love for dining out, it is constantly providing $25 gift certificates to local eateries, for ten, not five, but usually four dollars.
Brightest Young Things NYE 2010: A Space Fantasy: It's only fitting that I am finishing 2009 partaking in the best deal of the year. I've always been turned off by New Year's Eve celebrations due to the spectacle and cost. Last year, I rang in 2009 atop Times Square at a friend's 64th floor apartment with the most special people. While I thought it was the best deal possible, the BYT extravaganza plans to knock the apartment soiree out of this decade. Included in the $45 cover is a quality-brand open bar, multiple dancehalls, laser tag in the garage, and no dress code. The best part? All of my friends will be there--boys, girls, breeders, grinders, human, avatar--promising to be the start of the best year ever!
On that note, here are some of my New Year's resolutions.
+treat my body like a temple
+lose the NYC neurosis from 2008/2009
+perform like a chief of staff
+say please and thank you more often
+schedule time to think
+use my library card
I've always been a believer in proclaiming promises because then other people can keep you honest. So people, keep me honest!!
24 December 2009
11 November 2009
ET JE VEUX TON REVENGE
Popvant-garde artist Lady Gaga has released her latest music video and if you have not seen or heard about its inspired insanity, check it out below!
Mhmmm. Amazing, I know.
Pegging this single from her re-release album, "The Fame Monster," as the theme song for Halloween 2009, I expected a gloriously dark and dramatic five minutes of Gaga, her Haus of Gaga entourage and a beefy stud running shenanigans around Rome, giggling through every frame as they prank innocent tourist. Possibly shot in black and white and red.
But this sci-fi stunner proves that my creative vision is limited at best.
From the Alexander McQueen fashion--in particular the crab claw heels--to the pyrotechnics, this video has it all right. My favorite parts include the slight freak out in the beginning (picture, right), the bear train on her white dress, and the orbit accessory that she wore on her SNL performance. As an advocate for the use of the old-school dance moves, I was ecstatic to see the charleston, the twist, and my personal favorite, the mashed potato. Sidenote: Did I see some bhangra moves during the chain-mail swimsuit sequence?
Watch the video one more time and tally up the number of times she gives this out-of-context, crazy look (picture, left). It's raw and says "This is amazing, but um, who thought that this was a good idea? I think we took it too far." The best one is at 1:57, just saying.The video could not have had a better ending: Ms. Germanotta in cheekbone-defining makeup with fire behind and a bear beneath statuesque pose screamed neo-Delacroix painting.
Cheers to her team of crazies who do not compromise peculiar, but wonderfully creative ideas; I am glad to know I am not alone. Good thing I have today off because I will be providing at least 140, 007 more hits to this clip.
10 October 2009
SPINNING MASHUPS
My personality is like a mash up track, two different, almost opposite, but equally good things that join forces to become one amazing SOB that slaps you in the face and can't help but love.
As featured on this weeks episode of Glee, mash ups are succinctly defined as two songs combined to create a "richer explosion of musical expression." While both groups would have been better executed their arrangements at a slower tempo, I enjoyed both performances of It's My Life/Confessions and Halo/Walking on Sunshine. Anywho, mash ups bring joy and a different type of danceability which has entered the mainstream the past few years due to artists like Girl Talk as well as the legal issues at the core of the artform in regards to copyright infringement. Nonetheless, mash ups make people feel damn good!
I successfully passed through my first spin class earlier this week and credit it to the mash ups played. I would like to share some of the wonderful music that got me through the 45 minutes of jumps, 2/3/4s, and leg cramps:
Coldplay/Buena Vista Social Club - Clocks
Cassie/Nick Kamen - Each Time U & Me
My favorite mash up of during the class was Snap Yo Fingers v. Escape (The Pina Colada Song), which I could not find online.
Anyways, enjoy and live your life like a mash up!
As featured on this weeks episode of Glee, mash ups are succinctly defined as two songs combined to create a "richer explosion of musical expression." While both groups would have been better executed their arrangements at a slower tempo, I enjoyed both performances of It's My Life/Confessions and Halo/Walking on Sunshine. Anywho, mash ups bring joy and a different type of danceability which has entered the mainstream the past few years due to artists like Girl Talk as well as the legal issues at the core of the artform in regards to copyright infringement. Nonetheless, mash ups make people feel damn good!
I successfully passed through my first spin class earlier this week and credit it to the mash ups played. I would like to share some of the wonderful music that got me through the 45 minutes of jumps, 2/3/4s, and leg cramps:
Coldplay/Buena Vista Social Club - Clocks
Cassie/Nick Kamen - Each Time U & Me
My favorite mash up of during the class was Snap Yo Fingers v. Escape (The Pina Colada Song), which I could not find online.
Anyways, enjoy and live your life like a mash up!
LAND OF THE FREE
Economists have always defended their mantra that there is no such thing as a free lunch. I constantly find free events and disprove that statement time and time again--one of many reasons why I am not an economist. Instead, I believe my self to be an opportunist. Being fresh from the starving college student mindset, if there is a free event, bet your balls that I am making my way over to see if it's too good to be true.
Many have said that DC is city full of "free" lunches. Embassies, hotel reception areas, conference rooms, universities, random townhouses all constantly host some type of event promoting dialouge and conversation about the latest cause or issue. In the last two weeks, I have been to, not one, but two events where I enjoyed spirits that my bank account/conscious would never allow me to frivolously purchase.
The Hudson on M Street and 20th Street NW hosted a free martini open bar paired with a live Sinatra cover band. Now anyone who knows me knows that, as traditional as I am, I find no other reason to get married other than to have a cover band and open bar. So naturally, I got on the horn and recruited good company to share in on this event. While I was skeptical at first, the night turned into a success. Mind you, there were a few spilled drinks on french legs (as displayed by Mr. President, courtesy of thismayconcernyou.com) and Sinatra sounds did not come on until halfway through the open bar, but it was an enjoyable, casual evening. The Hudson had great lighting, the Satin Doll Quartet sounded magnificent, and my company was lovely. The bartender was a bit amateur (dropping an ice cube into my friend's classic martini), but the drinks were like how I like my men--classy, strong, and cheap. As an attempt to recruit more regulars, I would give The Hudson one thumb up since I am no longer an office monkey in the Dupont/Farragut neighborhood, I will not frequent the trek. But if I was still drinking on a company tab and strategizing about a prospective bid, brainstroming a shortlist presentation, or simply trying to impress a client, I would definitely recommend The Hudson. But, now that my clients are three- and four-year olds, this really shouldn't be my scene.
This past Wednesday night, I attended an event hosted by scotch distillery, The Macallan. Pushing their fine and rare scotch, this wonderful company rented a part of the Mellon Auditorium to promote brand awareness. Receiving an email about the event a few weeks ago, again, I questioned the fine print of the invitation. No mention of a price, agenda, or purpose (other than fluffy words to evoke secret-society, high class, exclusivity) was the cause of my trepidation. But, like the event at The Hudson, it actually came together quite nicely. Hors d'oeuvres at the registration area of cheeseburger sliders, duck, and shrimp in one hand and a sample of their 10 year in another, I was glad I had followed my adventurous instinct to say to myself, "why not?" and attend the event despite how weary I had been about the details. Though there were some novice event planning snafus in regards to the line at check-in and distribution/collection of surveys, this event was successful as well. It was also nice to be back at the Mellon Auditorium with the same date, where we had attended the Google Ball. It was somewhat of a reciprocitous gesture (you brought me to the sickest party I've been to, I'm bringing you to sample fine and rare drinks from your motherland). The presenter was a lively Scot who donned a herringbone vest and tartan pants--not a kilt--who took the audience on a tour of Scotland, surveyed the history of the proud country in relation to scotch, and taught the proper way to enjoy this wonderful spirit. While the night was cut short due to David Sedaris speaking at GWU, I enjoyed another evening of pleasant company and good (re:free) drinking. Most importantly, it was a cost-free event that panned out just as I had hoped...and planned to repeat the following night with my housemates. The best thing I learned that night: how to say cheers in Scottish Gaelic. Slàinte mhath, Macallan. Good show!
The lesson of this entry is that with vigil eyes and fingertips, one can find a free lunch. Caveat: approach it with a sense of adventure and prepare for the letdown, since it has happened to me time and time again. But if the spirits are kept high, who knows what amazing and free events can be experienced.
For example, tonight I will be in attendance at a dinner with Barry O, Judy Shepard, Lady Gaga, and Finn Hudson without cost. But that's whole 'nother entry.
Many have said that DC is city full of "free" lunches. Embassies, hotel reception areas, conference rooms, universities, random townhouses all constantly host some type of event promoting dialouge and conversation about the latest cause or issue. In the last two weeks, I have been to, not one, but two events where I enjoyed spirits that my bank account/conscious would never allow me to frivolously purchase.
This past Wednesday night, I attended an event hosted by scotch distillery, The Macallan. Pushing their fine and rare scotch, this wonderful company rented a part of the Mellon Auditorium to promote brand awareness. Receiving an email about the event a few weeks ago, again, I questioned the fine print of the invitation. No mention of a price, agenda, or purpose (other than fluffy words to evoke secret-society, high class, exclusivity) was the cause of my trepidation. But, like the event at The Hudson, it actually came together quite nicely. Hors d'oeuvres at the registration area of cheeseburger sliders, duck, and shrimp in one hand and a sample of their 10 year in another, I was glad I had followed my adventurous instinct to say to myself, "why not?" and attend the event despite how weary I had been about the details. Though there were some novice event planning snafus in regards to the line at check-in and distribution/collection of surveys, this event was successful as well. It was also nice to be back at the Mellon Auditorium with the same date, where we had attended the Google Ball. It was somewhat of a reciprocitous gesture (you brought me to the sickest party I've been to, I'm bringing you to sample fine and rare drinks from your motherland). The presenter was a lively Scot who donned a herringbone vest and tartan pants--not a kilt--who took the audience on a tour of Scotland, surveyed the history of the proud country in relation to scotch, and taught the proper way to enjoy this wonderful spirit. While the night was cut short due to David Sedaris speaking at GWU, I enjoyed another evening of pleasant company and good (re:free) drinking. Most importantly, it was a cost-free event that panned out just as I had hoped...and planned to repeat the following night with my housemates. The best thing I learned that night: how to say cheers in Scottish Gaelic. Slàinte mhath, Macallan. Good show!
The lesson of this entry is that with vigil eyes and fingertips, one can find a free lunch. Caveat: approach it with a sense of adventure and prepare for the letdown, since it has happened to me time and time again. But if the spirits are kept high, who knows what amazing and free events can be experienced.
For example, tonight I will be in attendance at a dinner with Barry O, Judy Shepard, Lady Gaga, and Finn Hudson without cost. But that's whole 'nother entry.
27 September 2009
THIS SPEAKS TO ME
I know I've just gotten to DC, but I can't help but to think that my subconcious wrote this PostSecret :
By her, I don't mean an actual her. It's just the allure of jumping head first, without a bungee in tow.
BANGED MY BUCK
Disclaimer: This is a LONG one. But very much worth it. Your wallet will thank me.
This week was one of the most overwhelming weeks I have had in a while. I've grown accustomed to living a life that should actually have 37 instead of 24 hours a day and thought that I had mastered the art of time management. But, this week proved me wrong. Between class, professional development events, and my actual work, I did not even have time to microwave my freshly bought Lean Cuisines from Target.
Luckily, I had "meetings" during the evening hours that afforded me the time to talk shop AND eat some grub. So this week, I'd like to share my cheap (and quick) eats.
Monday: The objective was to meet up with friends from Institute and trade secrets, share successes, and validate shortcomings. The location was The Red Derby in Columbia Heights. A narrow, divey bar, The Red Derby provides the perfect mood for colleagues that want to vent, especially if there is a good chance that opinionated statements will come out of our frustrated mouths. Their 50% off burgers deal was the added perk to agreeing to walk 10 blocks from my gym into a less than desirable part of the Heights. With their house "Derby" burger (lettuce, tomato, red onion, arugula, avocado & sprouts w/ your choice of cheese) and Bacon Cheddar burger at $5, hamburger at $4, and veggie burger at $3.50 (PLUS! side of french fries or sweet potato fries), it's hard to resist these bargains. And as a burger connoisseur, these prices are far below the quality of their medium rare. The bun was buttered and toasty, the french fries were slim and crunchy, and paired with a $3 PBR...I was already feeling better for the next day. At the Derby on Monday nights, no need to vent feelings when you can just eat them away.
Tuesday: Class night. After a long day of work, all I really wanted to do was spend three more hours receiving information about how I inadequate and uninformed I am at my new position. As I sat through chart sheet after chart sheet of the levels of development, I heard my stomach grumble. And due to the fact that my lunch was comprised of an apple and a Fiber One bar (an entry all on its own), I bee-lined for the metro to get back to my hood for 50 cent Taco Night at Tonic . But as a I darted to the metro, I saw colleagues chatting outside of a Tex-Mex place that has always caught my eye. As I was convinced to stay for both their company and any burrito for $7.99, I sent text messages out canceling on my usual Tuesday night plans. Tortilla Coast , a Capitol Hill must-do, proved worthy of my praises as a self-proclaimed cheapbutgoodfoodista. Selecting their Inside Out Steak and Chicken burrito, I definitely got the most bang for my buck. The steak was seasoned perfectly, the chicken was juicy and light, and the special sauce was truly special. Other burritos included Big House, Big Tex, Veggie, Sunset, and BBQ. As a boy from the Rio Grande Valley in Texas, Tortilla Coast now has a special place in my heart--and five more guaranteed visits so that I can try each and every one of their quality burritos.
Wednesday: After a much-delayed dinner meeting, I made plans to provide some counsel to a good friend from American in regards to his plans to change careers, much like I had just a few months ago. This night I also fulfilled a much-delayed desire to check out the Happy Hour at Ulah Bistro on U Street. A noteworthy DC restaurant, Ulah's prices match the quality of its food. Serving bistro grub to those whose wallets allow for two to three dollar signs ($$$) dining, it is a perfect spot to impress a perspective suitor or a wanted client with its low-lighting and chic U St. vibe. That, dear audience, is not me. Instead, I had my friend meet me at the corner spot of the bar, where we split appetizers ($5 each) and had a couple of Bud Lights ($2 each) to slide the greasy food down the hatch. It was a perfect dining experience for two Fraternity boys, just catching up and shooting the s. Great conversation + calmari with aioli sauce + fries with chipotle mayo + multiple(bud lights) = new favorite double H spot on U Street.
Thursday: THIS IS THE BEST DEAL EVER. My boss, the Doctor, provided Salvadorean catering for dinner, as well as gourmet sandwiches for those who were afraid to venture into the spice-filled world of spanish food. Free, fresh, flavorful. ENOUGH SAID. Advice: work at a place where your boss knows the merits of feeding the masses. (Contact info to come.)
Friday: THIS IS THE WORST DEAL EVER. A few weeks ago, a highly-revered Professor asked if I wanted to accompany her and her Transforming Communities class to a Nationals game--tickets on her. Jumping on the chance to not only meet other like-minded folk, but catch up with one of my favorite professors of all time, I also agreed to meet up for dinner. Dinner was decided to take place at Matchbox on by Eastern Market. Knowing the price range of this fine establishment, I explained to my wallet that I had spoiled her all week and that it's time to open up a bit. I decided to split a large Fire & Smoke pie and enjoy a bowl of crab soup. The very spicy Fire & Smoke is my favorite pie at Matchbox and had dreamt about it all week, thinking about the last time I had it (last September). It is a spicy-food lovers dream: fire roasted red peppers, chipotle pepper tomato sauce, spanish onions, garlic puree, smoked gouda and fresh basil. While the food was amazing as expected, the splitting of the bill was painful as expected. I had asked for a separate check from the beginning, knowing the incompetency of undergrads to divide, let alone fulfill, a bill for a table of 10+. But when the very frantic waitress delivered the check, not only was my part lumped into the check with everyone elses, but she added an extra beer to my seat's charge. To add fuel to the fire, an overeager teenybopper took charge of splitting the bill, a skill that I pride myself on mastering after years of large group dining. Oy gevalt. Needless to say, I paid an extra $6, even though I pointed out the mistake that the waitress made and the poor math skills of this young lady. Calmly, I walked to the beautiful Nats stadium, rationalizing my overpaid bill as no-profits-loss due to the free ticket to the game. Upon arrival, I let go of the evening's stressors and enjoyed the sporting match, where I saw my handsome boys in white lose their 100th game to the Braves. What a way to finish my week of fine dining experiences.
Lesson learned: stick to what I know and what I am good at--deals, drinks and division.
This week was one of the most overwhelming weeks I have had in a while. I've grown accustomed to living a life that should actually have 37 instead of 24 hours a day and thought that I had mastered the art of time management. But, this week proved me wrong. Between class, professional development events, and my actual work, I did not even have time to microwave my freshly bought Lean Cuisines from Target.
Luckily, I had "meetings" during the evening hours that afforded me the time to talk shop AND eat some grub. So this week, I'd like to share my cheap (and quick) eats.
Monday: The objective was to meet up with friends from Institute and trade secrets, share successes, and validate shortcomings. The location was The Red Derby in Columbia Heights. A narrow, divey bar, The Red Derby provides the perfect mood for colleagues that want to vent, especially if there is a good chance that opinionated statements will come out of our frustrated mouths. Their 50% off burgers deal was the added perk to agreeing to walk 10 blocks from my gym into a less than desirable part of the Heights. With their house "Derby" burger (lettuce, tomato, red onion, arugula, avocado & sprouts w/ your choice of cheese) and Bacon Cheddar burger at $5, hamburger at $4, and veggie burger at $3.50 (PLUS! side of french fries or sweet potato fries), it's hard to resist these bargains. And as a burger connoisseur, these prices are far below the quality of their medium rare. The bun was buttered and toasty, the french fries were slim and crunchy, and paired with a $3 PBR...I was already feeling better for the next day. At the Derby on Monday nights, no need to vent feelings when you can just eat them away.
Tuesday: Class night. After a long day of work, all I really wanted to do was spend three more hours receiving information about how I inadequate and uninformed I am at my new position. As I sat through chart sheet after chart sheet of the levels of development, I heard my stomach grumble. And due to the fact that my lunch was comprised of an apple and a Fiber One bar (an entry all on its own), I bee-lined for the metro to get back to my hood for 50 cent Taco Night at Tonic . But as a I darted to the metro, I saw colleagues chatting outside of a Tex-Mex place that has always caught my eye. As I was convinced to stay for both their company and any burrito for $7.99, I sent text messages out canceling on my usual Tuesday night plans. Tortilla Coast , a Capitol Hill must-do, proved worthy of my praises as a self-proclaimed cheapbutgoodfoodista. Selecting their Inside Out Steak and Chicken burrito, I definitely got the most bang for my buck. The steak was seasoned perfectly, the chicken was juicy and light, and the special sauce was truly special. Other burritos included Big House, Big Tex, Veggie, Sunset, and BBQ. As a boy from the Rio Grande Valley in Texas, Tortilla Coast now has a special place in my heart--and five more guaranteed visits so that I can try each and every one of their quality burritos.
Wednesday: After a much-delayed dinner meeting, I made plans to provide some counsel to a good friend from American in regards to his plans to change careers, much like I had just a few months ago. This night I also fulfilled a much-delayed desire to check out the Happy Hour at Ulah Bistro on U Street. A noteworthy DC restaurant, Ulah's prices match the quality of its food. Serving bistro grub to those whose wallets allow for two to three dollar signs ($$$) dining, it is a perfect spot to impress a perspective suitor or a wanted client with its low-lighting and chic U St. vibe. That, dear audience, is not me. Instead, I had my friend meet me at the corner spot of the bar, where we split appetizers ($5 each) and had a couple of Bud Lights ($2 each) to slide the greasy food down the hatch. It was a perfect dining experience for two Fraternity boys, just catching up and shooting the s. Great conversation + calmari with aioli sauce + fries with chipotle mayo + multiple(bud lights) = new favorite double H spot on U Street.
Thursday: THIS IS THE BEST DEAL EVER. My boss, the Doctor, provided Salvadorean catering for dinner, as well as gourmet sandwiches for those who were afraid to venture into the spice-filled world of spanish food. Free, fresh, flavorful. ENOUGH SAID. Advice: work at a place where your boss knows the merits of feeding the masses. (Contact info to come.)
Friday: THIS IS THE WORST DEAL EVER. A few weeks ago, a highly-revered Professor asked if I wanted to accompany her and her Transforming Communities class to a Nationals game--tickets on her. Jumping on the chance to not only meet other like-minded folk, but catch up with one of my favorite professors of all time, I also agreed to meet up for dinner. Dinner was decided to take place at Matchbox on by Eastern Market. Knowing the price range of this fine establishment, I explained to my wallet that I had spoiled her all week and that it's time to open up a bit. I decided to split a large Fire & Smoke pie and enjoy a bowl of crab soup. The very spicy Fire & Smoke is my favorite pie at Matchbox and had dreamt about it all week, thinking about the last time I had it (last September). It is a spicy-food lovers dream: fire roasted red peppers, chipotle pepper tomato sauce, spanish onions, garlic puree, smoked gouda and fresh basil. While the food was amazing as expected, the splitting of the bill was painful as expected. I had asked for a separate check from the beginning, knowing the incompetency of undergrads to divide, let alone fulfill, a bill for a table of 10+. But when the very frantic waitress delivered the check, not only was my part lumped into the check with everyone elses, but she added an extra beer to my seat's charge. To add fuel to the fire, an overeager teenybopper took charge of splitting the bill, a skill that I pride myself on mastering after years of large group dining. Oy gevalt. Needless to say, I paid an extra $6, even though I pointed out the mistake that the waitress made and the poor math skills of this young lady. Calmly, I walked to the beautiful Nats stadium, rationalizing my overpaid bill as no-profits-loss due to the free ticket to the game. Upon arrival, I let go of the evening's stressors and enjoyed the sporting match, where I saw my handsome boys in white lose their 100th game to the Braves. What a way to finish my week of fine dining experiences.
Lesson learned: stick to what I know and what I am good at--deals, drinks and division.
15 September 2009
A HERO BURIED, A LOVE CONFIRMED
Kanye West, why?
While there has been so much media over the Kanye/Taylor Debacle of 2009, I can't help but memorialize my feelings about the incident on the interweb. After all, every contribution to the online community is a worthy one, right? Right.
This next statement has been a long time coming. I HATE KANYE WEST. It's the kind of hate that the toddler-girl had for Ron Burgundy in Anchorman after he nonchalantly told Los Angeles to go procreate with itself.
I used to LOVE Kanye West. Before "Through the Wire" became a huge hit, I knew that he was someone I needed to follow. His ability to merge multiple genres and incorporate wit in hip-pop was love at first listen. Kanye spoke to my soul through his music and aloud me to finally be able to look up to an entertainer. And following his work with respectable artists like Harlem Boys Choir, Jay-Z and Alicia Keys...my obsession became certifiable. Cherry on top? His ghetto prep fashion. He was mine and I was his.
When I decided to discontinue my graduate program at Columbia, I dubbed it my Kanye Moment. I can do without, just like Kanye did.
And then he began to talk crazy. About homosexuals. About the White House. About him being the new King of Pop. And now, about America's current sweetheart, Taylor Swift.
Kanye's fashion followed suit and was as equally as obnoxious as his words. He is a dillusional, arrogant, narcissistic man who has taken self-confidence to a whole new level. He epitomizes everything that I hate in a person. Kanye, you deserve all the heat you get.
To be so obnoxious and hurt other people? That's not the Kanye I fell in love with. You sir, are no longer my hero.
The one thing Kanye did right that night was to open up an opportunity for my one, true love Beyonce Knowles to showcase her good nature and humble personality. In her acceptance speech of the mother of all VMA Awards (Video of the Year - which trumps Swift's Best Female Video), she brings it back to her first moment as a 17 year-old, in Destiny's Child, on the Music Awards stage and how Taylor deserved to feel the same way she had.
What a beautiful soul. Talented and going to heaven. Boy, oh boy, am I jealous of Jay-Z. While Kanye destroyed his reputation, Beyonce verified why has deserved the success that is also known as her life.
I'm in the business of shaping lives and Kanye, I've got advice for you. Walk over to our yellow chair. Sit and close your eyes. Take a deep breath. Exhale. Open your eyes.
If you are going to act like a 3 year-old, I will treat you like one.
Beyonce...you get a star.
While there has been so much media over the Kanye/Taylor Debacle of 2009, I can't help but memorialize my feelings about the incident on the interweb. After all, every contribution to the online community is a worthy one, right? Right.
This next statement has been a long time coming. I HATE KANYE WEST. It's the kind of hate that the toddler-girl had for Ron Burgundy in Anchorman after he nonchalantly told Los Angeles to go procreate with itself.
I used to LOVE Kanye West. Before "Through the Wire" became a huge hit, I knew that he was someone I needed to follow. His ability to merge multiple genres and incorporate wit in hip-pop was love at first listen. Kanye spoke to my soul through his music and aloud me to finally be able to look up to an entertainer. And following his work with respectable artists like Harlem Boys Choir, Jay-Z and Alicia Keys...my obsession became certifiable. Cherry on top? His ghetto prep fashion. He was mine and I was his.
When I decided to discontinue my graduate program at Columbia, I dubbed it my Kanye Moment. I can do without, just like Kanye did.
And then he began to talk crazy. About homosexuals. About the White House. About him being the new King of Pop. And now, about America's current sweetheart, Taylor Swift.
Kanye's fashion followed suit and was as equally as obnoxious as his words. He is a dillusional, arrogant, narcissistic man who has taken self-confidence to a whole new level. He epitomizes everything that I hate in a person. Kanye, you deserve all the heat you get.
To be so obnoxious and hurt other people? That's not the Kanye I fell in love with. You sir, are no longer my hero.
The one thing Kanye did right that night was to open up an opportunity for my one, true love Beyonce Knowles to showcase her good nature and humble personality. In her acceptance speech of the mother of all VMA Awards (Video of the Year - which trumps Swift's Best Female Video), she brings it back to her first moment as a 17 year-old, in Destiny's Child, on the Music Awards stage and how Taylor deserved to feel the same way she had.
What a beautiful soul. Talented and going to heaven. Boy, oh boy, am I jealous of Jay-Z. While Kanye destroyed his reputation, Beyonce verified why has deserved the success that is also known as her life.
I'm in the business of shaping lives and Kanye, I've got advice for you. Walk over to our yellow chair. Sit and close your eyes. Take a deep breath. Exhale. Open your eyes.
If you are going to act like a 3 year-old, I will treat you like one.
Beyonce...you get a star.
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