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Food: Volume 2

The Food Guide: Volume 2 August marked the start of my 10th year in Atlanta, Georgia. My first 3-4 years were arguably a waste in the context of visiting places (still remember being blown away when I first ventured into Decatur), but I wanted to revisit my Food Guide now that I have frequented many locations around Atlanta and found the pockets that I really love. Before I had structured the guide from cheap to expensive, but this time I will break it down by neighborhoods, since I think that better represents Atlanta. Disclaimer, I also love beer so some of these may be bias to the beer world. I explicitly won't be mentioning breweries or bars because this would just get insanely long, but hit up Hop City, and check out every brewery in town. I particularly have been loving the atmosphere at Atlanta Brewing Co. so go check them out!
Knight Park, Blandtown, Home Park, Howell Mill from 17th to Northside: Coffee:Firelight Coffee Roasters: Tucked away from the madness and buried in…
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Dazed and confused.

I kind of came to the conclusion that I needed to write this when I realized that I had gotten a little lost at work. I can go a little crazy with the number of things I try to do at any given time and well, that kind of work can easily overwhelm me. However, over the past few days I have realized and resparked my desire and love for the process.

It may sound a bit abstract but its a common theme among those who find themselves fortunate enough to enjoy every minute of every day of work. You see, a lot of life is a matter of perspective. A quick glimpse into consumer behavior and the study of a capitalistic society will tell you that people are very predictable and marketable beings.

A few years ago Matthew McConaughey gave a fantastic talk to the University of Houston, where he stated the following: "See, joy is always in process, under construction — it’s in the constant approach, alive and well —in the doing of what we are fashioned to do… and enjoying doing it." and the…

On nature's sincerity

I wish I could But I spoke nonsense I wrote it rather To speak it back to you.
The trees spoke quietly I looked from above and smiled The sun tucked away and I hoped It would spill its secrets.
The picture was rightfully painted Had I blinked, I would have missed it. Do not use sincerity It is not becoming of usage.
Learn to become And you will see the world As it was born It will smile once more. x

On addiction.

She was right. I could hardly sleep at night For every waking moment I was distracted by the beats.
Scrolling through history Passing each Kodak moment I had purposefully silenced my own The grid was feeding my veins.
An addict at best, I saw the ticker go down A minor twitch Branded jeans.
I landed. The writing finished. The grid connected. My addiction blinded me once more.
Note: Going through my phone and posting the pieces I wrote over this summer, posting a lot today given my prior frequency haha.

a second time.

i didn't know you up close
and yet your smile being gone
shattered me to pieces

no blood, and yet we were.
i couldn't help but think of the irony
it felt undeserved and disrespectful

and yet it brought me comfort
knowing that your joy
would have wanted the smiles

i do not wish to be disingenuous
i am not one to say many things
but with every laugh

with every laugh i'll stop
i'll think and i'll add a little more joy
a second laugh, a second smile

i'll think of what the world is now missing
with no intent to fill the gap
but with every intent to remember

to remember that life is precious
life is gentle
and life will go

may you rest in peace.

left it as a draft, came back, its ready.

Indemnify the asinine.
Take it back.
Make a profit.
It's just pocket change.

Don't wish, keep quiet,
and make it happen.
For preemptive boasting
Is definite fragility.

Don't let them shatter
your hidden incompetence.
Lay it on the table.
Serve it cold.

Realize that honesty
poisons the fearful.
Understand that truth
will tear down that wall.

Detail with actions
Step over those who detail
For substance is rare
But taking down the producer
That's the norm in this hell.



thank you

i never really knew what i'd feel
going through the words of an angel
my eyes cried into my heart
i struggled to breathe
i'll never be the same
so thank you
for her words 
you pointed me that way once then twice then again
and when i finally got around
to clicking ship
i broke down in her style
i must say
she broke me open
and then kept tearing me apart to remind me
that what is outside
blinds our eyes
so we can see with our heart it's crystal clear now