"Even when Seattle weather dampens the spirit, it's always summer inside Ipanema, where a bold Brazilian soundtrack and the aro off the beach in Rio. The street-side lounge servma of sizzling meat make you feel like you've sauntered ines a bar menu, including feijoada, Brazil's national dish, and array of potent cocktails, ranging from the caipirinha to a sambatini that'll make you get up and shimmy.

The beauty of Brazilian barbecue (known as churrascaria de rodizio) dining is that eating begins immediately: visit the mesa de frios (a buffet with salads, cold cuts, cheeses, fruits and veggies), and fried bananas, rice, cassava, sauteed greens and black beans will have been delivered to your table. Then the real fun begins: black-clad passadores (male servers) make the rounds with saber-sharp knives and prodigious skewers of perfectly grilled, roasted, marinated meats, poultry, pineapple and seafood, portioning off whatever your heart desires and stomach can contain. Top sirloin, garlic tenderloin, garlic-lime prawns, lamb and a filet mignon that could make a grown man weep with joy are just a handful of options. Just remember: no doggie bags are permitted, so pacing is key. Desserts are fine, especially orange creme caramel. -- Ginny Morey"

I have to say dining at Ipanema was an interesting dining experience for and I think that it is a wonderful place for a group.

They serve Brazilian style meat on a sword(some really ancient shit). A little intimidating at first, but just as fun as other communal types of food, like Ethiopian, fondue or dim sum.

The decor is very simple and reminescent of South American culture. It has sort of a tropical baja sort of thing, with tons of vivid colors, rattan and really comfortable seats. Depending on whether you do lunch or dinner the types of meat and buffet varies. I dined in for lunch. They have a huge buffet that includes fruits, salads, pasta, meats, etc. Just a whole variety.

The meat on the sword is what makes this place. They serve 13 different kinds of meat. And continuous come out with more. If your card is green they stop and offer, if red, they pass by. Fillet mignon, shrimp, flank steak, pepper steak, pork ribs, turkey wrapped in bacon, passion fruit chicken, ... just to name a few. And all delicious.

To complete the meal they even serve some interesting Brazilian drinks. Their national drink, which is a sugar based alcohol is so sweet and strong. And fried bananas to seal the evening. You get a lot of food for what you pay for and the servers are polite, quick and really seem to have fun with their work.

A definite recommendation for a fun evening out (Monica, This a hint for you!) or impressing out-of-towners, maybe even a first date.

So to all of you who haven't seen me in some and want to connect and have a drink and get some really good food...call me, we can do lunch or dinner.

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Bar Phrases (& Their True Meanings)

"You get this one, next round is on me."
(We won't be here long enough to get another round.)

"I'll get this one, next round is on you."
(Happy hour is about to end...beers are now a dollar, but by the next round they'll be $4.50 a pop, sucker.)

"Hey, where is that friend of yours?"
(I have no interest in talking to you, but I want to get your attractive friend in a compromising position.)

"What do you have on tap?"
(What's cheap?)

"I'll have a glass of house white."
(Female)(I'm easy.)

"I'll have a glass of house white."
(Male)(I'm gay.)

"I'll have an amaretto & OJ."
(Female)(I'm really easy.)

"I'll have an amaretto & OJ."
(Male)(I'm really gay.)

"Ever try a body shot?"
(Female To Male)(If this is how wild I am in the bar, can you imagine what I'll do to you in bed?)

"I don't feel well, let's go home."
(Female)(You're paying more attention to your friends than to me.)

"I don't feel well, let's go home."
(Male)(I'm horny.)

"Excuse me."
(Male To Male)(Get the hell out of the way.)

"Excuse me."
(Male To Female)(I am going to grope you now and blame it on the crowd.)

"Excuse me."
(Female To Male)(Don't even think about groping me, just get the hell out of my way.)

"Excuse me."
(Female To Female)(Move your fat a**. Who do you think you are anyway? You're certainly not all that, missy, coming in here dressed like a hooker...And get your eyes off my man, or I'll slap you like the "beach" that you are!)
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So I found myself searching the Internet for random things today. For some odd reason I decided to search for the phrase "Keeping it Real". There were a ton of of miscellaneous things and a few links to Dave Chappelle's skit, "When keeping it real goes wrong!", but also listed was the article listed below. I found it very relevant and I felt a strong connection to the words that were pouring out of the writers soul.. So read and enjoy and let me know what you think.

There is a line from Ryan Adams' song, "Cry on Demand," that goes, "Real. Real like a plastic bouquet." Sometimes people are like that.

Too many people walk around holding bouquets of plastic flowers over their faces that are made to look real but cannot fool anyone who pays enough attention with at least one or two of their senses. Get close enough, and it is easy to recognize the deception. Theirs is not the offensively sweet aroma of gardenias or the scent of elegance and romance like peonies on a summer evening. Rather it is stale and suffocating, like the odor of a craft store that immediately yanks you into its world of artifice.

People are afraid of what is real because they think it is too fragile, too likely to wither or too prone to have its head snipped off by the deceitful. Falsity is a defense mechanism, but walking around holding a bunch of plastic green sprigs with cloth leaves and petals dyed shades of pink is no way to live in a world that is very much real and alive.

People subconsciously act fake because what is fake has become so prevalent that it can be confused with what is real. For example, who can identify when exactly the phony lisp phenomenon began? When did it become cute or endearing to purposely speak as if you have a speech impediment? Maybe you have a friend who went off to school and came back home for Christmas break with a different voice than the one with which she spoke for the previous 10 or so years you knew her. Does she hear herself when she talks? Does she think she sounds as though she failed at phonics? She probably does not think she speaks differently because she speaks the way many of her peers speak. Nevertheless, it is unfortunate that rampancy does not define what is real and true. Without a few refreshing exceptions, people must ponder the mystery of what an adolescent girl's voice truly sounds like when washed of its thick, saccharine, syrupy glaze.

Not everyone is fake. You are fortunate if you are acquainted with as much authenticity as would fill a crystal vase, but all you need to know is one real person. One real flower is enough to cheer an entire room, and one true, genuine person is enough to enliven a lifetime. There is hardly any experience more thrilling and satisfying than talking to someone who is who he or she is. You can hear it in a voice. You can see it in the eyes, for have you ever heard the English proverb, "The eyes are the windows of the soul"?

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Deep Conversation

"Out beyond the place of right-doing and wrong-doing, there is a field. I'll meet you there."

My soul has been touched in such a way that I no longer need to be "right" about anything. I have always craved harmony but attracted conflict. I need to find a place - a sacred space - where interaction with others is based on this idea of non-judgment.

My feelings are always the source of my difficult situations because I want to keep them to myself. It's as if they won't cooperate with the finely tuned logic that I'd like to use in order to run my life. But that's the problem with emotions, they don't follow the rational mind, they follow the heart. I want you to know exactly what I'm feeling right now and even though it isn't the easiest conversation to start, I'll feel better once it's out in the open. I don't want to hold back on some of the intensity I'm feeling, instead I want to take you to the bottom of my well and just show you around the top of it. I want you to define how deep you want to go.

To have deep and meaningful conversations is to talk about mental and spiritual things. All surface communication is about the world without, the mundane and the superficial. Deep conversation talks about the world within. All conversation is for discovering ourselves. It is about discovering who we are and where we are going.

"Connecting somewhere beyond right and wrong is the key."

School Will Start Today

"I gotta go to school!"

Well I am part of a student body of an educational institution again. The process of being educated formally, especially education constituting a planned series of courses over a number of years has places itself upon my table again and it's time to hit the ground running. The children are out of school and at home for the Summer. I can't help but be jealous of them. How I remember when it was me.

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Excitement of a New One
by Taylor

The way the stars trembled from their strings that suspend them..
Damn, you must have thought of me in that spectacular instant.
My heart never gave way to the traffic of my thoughts, red light, green light, Go!
But no, wait a few moments more.
Speak softly. Hush..
I want to hear the sound of my fingers tracing your outline, out on the sidewalk...
The way the trees bow, did you command them to do so?
Oh, how you make me blush.
Haunting, ghastly...sweetness.
Now, will you escort me home?
I know, you hate to see me go,creeping in through that particular window.
But we'll make it tomorrow.
You just wait and see.
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My Week in Seattle

My eventful week in Seattle was filled with many different things. I just thought I would share a few things that were constant and also what got me through the days.

Starbucks was there for me morning, noon, and early evening. I think that I clocked more time in Starbucks this week than ever. I guess you can say the atmosphere pulled me in.

Just thought I would also give a shout out to the anti-Starbucks, Tully's. It just doesn't have the same taste and atmosphere as Starbucks. My suggestion to them is to just be bought out like everyone else has. It would so much easier for them.

This pig and others like it occupy Seattle's streets, decorated in various ways and designed by what I think to be local artist. It reminds me of when I was in Chicago. They used cows instead of pigs though.

"Ride the Ducks", what more needs to be said. It seemed like we were on the same schedule. Everyday around the same time, filled with doe-eyed people it traveled down the streets of Seattle. You could here the tour guide trying his best to entertain, but I am sure that most of the people just wanted him to shut up. As I was taking the picture all the people looked at me as if I was crazy. As the boat sailed off one ladies gutted it out and waved her hand as if she was letting me know that it was okay to take the picture.

I pass this restaurant everyday. Not really sure if it is any good or not, but one day I am going to get up the courage to stop and grab something to eat. If anyone has ever experienced their cuisine, please leave me some feedback and let me know if it's worth my time.

This was the last meal of my week in Seattle.

Each time I transit to Seattle, I find myself to be highly amused and some times arouse with the surrounds and people. Until next time...

Fantastic 4: Rise of the Silver Surfer

The enigmatic, intergalactic herald, The Silver Surfer, comes to Earth to prepare it for destruction. As the Silver Surfer races around the globe wreaking havoc, Reed, Sue, Johnny and Ben must unravel the mystery of the Silver Surfer and confront the surprising return of their mortal enemy, Dr. Doom, before all hope is lost.

I think that I have been a little hard on my movie reviews as of late. I just want to be entertain and with the ever going prices of movie tickets steadily climbing, I just want what I paid for. I will only say this. If you like the first one, you will like this one. If not go see Nancy Drew.
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Starbuck's Raspberry/Orange Passion Iced Tea Lemonade

Well my week in Seattle is finally coming to end. I have until about 1 o'clock and then I can hit the ferry back home. And I would just like to just say to everyone, "Thank God!"

I have been finding myself contributing to what I like to call "The Seattle Snooty". I know you're thinking to yourself, "What the hell is he talking about?" Every city is known for a group of people and their most constant habits that would tick off the rest of the regular world.

For those of you who are still confused, here's a couple of examples of what I am talking about to get your thought process rolling in the same direction as mine.

1. Starbucks every morning with some kind of pastry or sandwich. The side item depends on how I feel in the morning. Today I felt like a piece of lemon loaf to go along with my lemonade. Yes, lemonade, I'm not a coffee drinker.

2. iPod. No more explanation needed. I have a little bit of the new Enrique bumping.

3. Walking with my head down or nose turned up so that I don't have to make eye contact or speak to random people walking or sitting on the side of the street.

4. Dressed in my finest slacks/jeans with a buttoned down or polo shirt with my Kenneth Cole dress shoes.

5. And I am wearing too much cologne. Enough to burn your nose hairs and the guys three blocks ahead of me and behind me.

It's almost like all those random people you see in a movie set in downtown New York. They are all headed some where and have some mission or purpose to their lives.

I must say that a brother can get use to "The Seattle Snooty", but after today I will have to go back to being content with just being an average guy living in Bremerton (Please don't cry, I don't have enough tissues to go around).
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San Antonio Sweeps Cavs for 4th Title

Once again, the San Antonio Spurs walked the hallways in tear and champagne-soaked T-shirts.
Bruce Bowen carried the Larry O'Brien trophy, one he had cradled before.

Tony Parker, wrapped in France's flag, squeezed an MVP award he richly deserved.

And Tim Duncan, the center of the team, recorded every moment with his camcorder.

This wasn't their first NBA title. But for the Spurs, it's maybe the one that means the most. Champions for a fourth time in nine years, they're now a dynasty.

Not that I want to take anything away from the San Antonio Spurs, but I can't just sit by and let them go down in history without putting up a fight. Granted they have earned everyone of those championships that they have won, but I have to say they have done in the most boring fashion known to man. I think that I would be more excited to see a cradle of elderly women crocheting, than watching the Spurs play.

As much as I hate to say this. I would have loved to see the Dallas Mavericks win. I would have much rather seen Mark "Angry Man" Cuban running around like a chicken with it's head cut off.
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Mr Brooks

"Consider Mr. Brooks: a successful businessman; a generous philanthropist; a loving father and devoted husband. Seemingly, he's perfect. But Mr. Brooks has a secret--he is an insatiable serial killer, so lethally clever that no one has ever suspected him--until now. Earl Brooks is a man who has managed to keep his two incompatible worlds from intersecting by controlling his cunning, wicked alter ego Marshall. But now, as Mr. Brooks succumbs to one last murderous urge, an amateur photographer witnesses the crime."

Sounds like all the makings of a great movie. NOT! Too save face and not spoil the movie for anyone I won't say too much. The movie has a very complicated plot to say the least and by complicated I mean a disastrous plot. The movie is another pointless attempt for Hollywood to take our money. Add a few actors that people enjoy seeing and a catchy story line and my $6.75. Money in their bank and brain cells left on the floor by me.

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Well it's late her in Casa de Ace. I got about an hours worth of workout today. I wish it would have been more, but with my schedule this week it's all i can muster in. With school around the corner I need to figure something out to keep the hopes of having my "Summa Body" before the Summer is out.

I just finish cleaning up the kitchen, bathroom, living room and I am about to start on my room. I don't really have much, but I do have a lot of clothes that need to be folded and put in the appropriate places. My roommate's brother is in the living watching Office Space and as much as I need to be bonding with him, I can't seem to drag myself away from this damn computer. I guess you could call it lazy, no motovation or just shear willingness to go against the grain.

I seem to be back in my addiction phase of blogging for the time being. I guess that it's a good thing for the people who read it and a bad thing for my social life (cue the sorrow music).
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An "IPOD" for your Thoghts?

Well I'm off and running full speed ahead this morning.

As I travel through Seattle this morning I can't help but notice that everyone in their mom is wearing a set of white earphones. If you own an iPod you know what I am talking about.

"Apple iPod Earphones fit comfortably in your ears and sound great — whether you’re listening at your desk, on the treadmill, in your backyard hammock, or wherever you enjoy your iPod."

As much as I love my iPod, I have to totally disagree with this statement. Those factory earphones are just about as worse as a Q-Tip being shoved in your ear. And I know what you are thinking..."buy someone that are comfortable." And my answer to that would be that I have purchased some news ones. I got them from Best Buy for $60. And I know you are thinking, "Who the hell pays $60 for earphones?" Try them before you know them.

I am so off my subject.

I wanted to just comment on the frequency and standard-bility that Apple had set. AS I travel as a speed walkers pace. I can't help but wonder what everyone else is listening too. I wonder it they stay up a little bit passed 11 pm to get the new songs on Monday. I wonder how many songs that we have alike. If they are rocking out or holding back from moving their hips to some old Britney Spears songs. I wonder if they paid, imported, or stole the music that is on their iPod. I wonder if they wonder what I am listening to. Sometimes I just want to stop someone, grab their iPod and start scrolling through.
As you travel and see others with an iPod, it makes you feel connected in some strange way. It resonates the same feeling of when you meet a stranger for the first time and find out that they are from the same state, city, and lived a block away from you. I sometimes find myself thinking about what I would do without my iPod and I draw a blank over and over again. I can hear you na-sayers screeching to a halt. I can even hear a few of you say, "What about the Zune and all the other MP3's?" I say to you, "What about them."
Gone are the days of wondering what the first space would look like(are we even close). But here are the days when we wait to see what the hell Apple is coming out with next. Damn you Mr. Jobs.

Apple phone...as soon as my contract is up, you're next on my list.
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Hostel II

Three young Americans studying in Rome set off for a weekend trip when they run into a beautiful model from one of their art classes. Also on her way to an exotic destination, the gorgeous European invites the coeds to come along, assuring them they will be able to relax and rejuvenate. Will the girls find the oasis they are looking for? Or are they poised to become victims for hire, pawns in the fantasies of the sick and privileged from around the world who secretly travel here to savor more grisly pursuits?

There is no need for wasting too many words on this film. Horrible.
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Monday Morning Revival

It's Monday morning and I am here in sunny Seattle for a computer class. I am surrounded by business suits and slackers alike. I passed a "pissy" man begging for change this morning. I wish that I have a little hot water and some soap.

Here's a note to the people who travel on the ferry. If you have one of those bags on wheels. Stay the @%$# out of my way. There is nothing worse than rushing off the ferry to be held up by the lady in the trench coat and black pumps (And no she wasn't even attractive.). Stay to the back or pick that damn bag up and "keep it moving".

If you can't tell I am not trilled. I have to wake up really early and the 2 hour commute doesn't sit well with me. Do you know what I could do with the two hours? I know! I could SLEEP!

So I would like to send a special shout-out today to the Navy. Thanks buddies.

I am here learning about numerous new things that Microsoft has to offer, but I can't help but look around the room and see how much I don't belong in this class. Don't get me wrong. I know my way around computers, but I just don't fit this mold. The class is filled with all different kinds of people. There are a couple of dudes here that didn't get the grooming memo. If you are going bald embrace it and move on. And a note to the guy in the back of the class...ponytails were left in the eighties. So unless you are Steven Segal or I am in 1984, this is something I shouldn't see in the middle of Seattle. And can somebody pass a note to the guy in the front of the class and let him know that a velour suit isn't preserving the sexy.

So if you are reading this and think damn, "Who shit in his Frosty Flakes this morning?" I'll tell you who shit in them "Tony the mother$*%#ing Tiger". So if you can avoid me, do so until lunch time.

Just A...

***Insert taken from another blogger, but fits my Saturday night "Wine tasting Extravaganza"***

". . . squirrel trying to bust a nut.
Today, I got my nut.
Lots and lots of 'em. (Well only one, but it felt like lots and lots of them.)
Today made up for the day yesterday. (It actually made up for months.)
Good things do come to those who wait. (Wait! Hybernation is more like it.)
Prayers can be answered. (Amen!)
Life is good. (@$%#ing is better!)
That is all for now.
Actually that is all I am willing to post here.
It's work related. (Yep, Lots and lots of work)
Peace and Love Peeps."

You know normally I don't kiss and tell, but I just thought I would just entertain a little bit.
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Rihanna - Good Girl Gone Bad

Rihanna's first 2 albums seemed at times to be musical hodgepodges. A wide range of styles were thrown against the wall to see what stuck. When they did stick we got huge pop hits like "Pon De Replay," "SOS," and "Unfaithful." However, when it didn't work we simply got album filler. This time around the image is tightened and the sound is primarily dance floor heat with few throwaways. Familiar collaborators Stargate and Ne-Yo help provide continuity and cohesiveness while Timbaland tries out some futuristic beats. For summer pop heat in your CD or digital player, you can't do much better.

2 years ago, the song "Hate That I Love You," a duet between Rihanna and Ne-Yo would have been simply a ballad by two unknown aspiring young soul artists. Today it carries the weight of a superstar duet with the songwriting and production talents of one of the hottest creative pop-soul pairs working today, Stargate.

On Rihanna's second album A Girl Like Me, the Stargate produced and Ne-Yo written hit "Unfaithful" was startling and new, but on Good Girl Gone Bad, the slick pop-soul, driven by the sound of strummed guitar, is one of the most familiar sounds on this collection. Both "Hate That I Love You," and the album's title song are enveloped in the same gorgeous atmosphere that drove Beyonce's "Irreplaceable" to the top of the charts. What is new here from Stargate is they prove they can take their sound to the club with the thumping house workout of "Don't Stop the Music." Incorporating Michael Jackson's inimitable "Ma Ma Se, Ma Ma Sa, Ma Ma Coo Sa" from "Wanna Be Startin' Somethin'," it is one of the album's highlights.

Three songs here include the production touch of Timbaland. "Rehab" where Justin Timberlake joins the party. "Rehab" sounds somewhat like "What Goes Around..." However, on "Lemme Get That," Timbland creates another masterpiece. In visual terms, the song seems to employ a sort of Cubist representation of Caribbean horns to hook the listener. There are more audio edges and angles here than one could imagine in a 3-minute pop song. Rihanna's confident vocals are the icing on the cake.

It may not have been needed, but Good Girl Gone Bad cements Rihanna's status at the top level of today's pop stars. The album has already delivered "Umbrella," her 2nd #1 pop single and 5th top 10 hit. There are plenty of worthy tracks here waiting in the wings to add to that total. Take Rihanna with you this summer either to the beach party or the after dark cruise around town and you won't be disappointed.
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