Month: October 2010

The Dog Dealers

Susan Bromberg and
Renee Kruszyna sling weiners downtown.

For the last few days now I’ve been boarding the lightrail at the Van Buren metro station a few blocks north of my building. The thing is that just one block south of my building is the Washington stop. It’s also right across the street from City Scape, its prettier to look at and its conviniantly located right next to Suerena’s Wieners, a great spot to grap a hot dog and go. As an urban cowboy these are the nice little nuggets of metorpolitan life I thrive on. So why would I avoid it?

You see about two weeks ago I was on my way to school when I a rainbow caught my eye as fluttered for my attention from the umbrella of said hotdog stand. There I met Renee Kruszyna, one half of  the duo behind this dilectable dog stand. I was all in a hurry to get to school but I couldn’t resist the opportunity to snap a photo, spark up a quick  convo and exchange cards (mine was in the form of a piece of paper with my blog address). As I ran off to catch the lightrail I may have said that I would have the post up in a day’s time. A week later I ran into her again along with Susan Bromberg and shamefully had to admit that I hadn’t gotten around to posting the blog yet. They already knew.

Now its been about a week since the last time I saw them and still no post. Oh the shame! So needless to say I haven’t been quite up to looking these ladies in the eyes until I’ve gotten the post up. But I miss my dog stand and even more so, the opportunity to chat it up with these two fine dog dealers. So without further adue I present to you  the wiener post.

As it turns out these two are a blogger’s dream duo. Not only do they photograph well but they have a good story and more importantly a website that sums that story up for us. You can read up on them or even book them for an event at TheDogDealers.com. But I suggest you get on down to 1st ave and Washington in downtwon Phoenix and grab yourself a wiener with a side of good conversation. I’ll be doing that as soon as I get this post up.

The muralist and the bartender

Um sometimes we bloggers let things slip through the cracks. I always do. I meant to put this on blast a long time ago but I don’t know I’m sure at the time I was too busy freaking out about writing a short story or having to go to work in my undies or something.

                                                 Photo by Claire Lawton, mural by Joerael Elliott

This is a Phoenix New Times blogpost featuring two talented friends of mine Joerael Elliot and Darren Gordy. I’ve had the pleasure of watching both do what they love in action and it makes me happy to see their names together in a publication I devour weekly.

This series entitled Mural City by Clair Lawton definitely deserves a good read and if you live in Phoenix it should be followed by a cruise on a Sunday afternoon.

Sapna Cafe trots the blogosphere

Anyone want to meet me for a bite of world delight? Come on its just down the street at Sapna Cafe. For real it’s been too long since I’ve had a brie and onion marmalade quesadilla. I know, not fair if you don’t live in Phoenix but I promise I’ll show off some tantalizing food photos to rub it in even more.
For those of you that aren’t going to be in our hood anytime soon, I’ve got some good news. You can keep up with Sapna Cafe and owner turned blogger Ana Borrajo at SapnaCafePhx.blogspot.com. Share this link with your foodie friends ok and hopefully I’ll see you there.

On guest blogs

Ok I admit it. I can’t keep up with my own blog anymore. So I’m having my good friends and favorite bloggers do it for me. Every now and then of course.

This first of many guest blogs to come is called Forever 29 and is brought to you by Man of the Year at latenightwith.blogspot.com. Please do blow his ass up with comment love. He can’t get enough of it.

Forever 29

A guest blog by: Man of the Year

I’m almost 29. I throw up a little every time I think about it. It’s just a number, but what 35 year old woman* would shop at a store called Forever 29? I don’t look 29. I sure don’t act like it, but what matters are my old man memories.

I remember when you didn’t want or need to know everything. No, knowing the definition of fecundity or settling a dispute among friends regarding the difference between Chris Tucker and Chris Rock will not make you a better person, it will just add to the list of things you’ll look up and never use. I wonder if celebrities ever google us to see what cellphone camera movies we’ve starred in, what malls we’ve worked at, or the community colleges we went to?

So in a sense the older you get the more you get displaced from the present. Your memories don’t allow yourself to be present.

I’m sorry the impossibilities are over. Mommy isn’t there to say, you can be anything you want, even president. I can’t quit my job and join the NFL or NBA anymore, I can’t go to school again and choose a new major, I can’t become mayor. It is a fuckin tragedy, like that guy who invented a cell phone that could play music because it had a cassette player built in. It boasted having dual cassette decks so you could have twenty, count em, twenty songs on your five pound phone without opening the deck to insert a new cassette. He was a laughing stock when his coworker presented the cellphone/mp3 player at the annual stock holders meeting.

But,

Maybe instead of the memories serving as concrete points in time for comparisons, they can serve as stepping stones. Maybe we can reflect on the improvements around our world and in our selves. Maybe I’m an adult prodigy. There is a stigma with youth and genius. When I was in Mexico, no one was amazed at my Spanish skills, they said my grammar sounded like I was in Middle School, but if I was a first grader and sounded like an eight grader I would be a prodigy. See? You have to have your breakthroughs early. Keep these things in mind, Kobe Bryant didn’t become great until he was in his late twenties, same with Kanye West. So age doesn’t limit possibilities a long as your’re improving. Age can be viewed as a door opening wider and wider rather than a door closing ever so slightly everyday.

Above is Brad Pitt at 39 and Will Smith at 39. I guess my best days are yet to come.
*speaking of 35 year old women
Why does she look hella old? She’s only twenty one. And why does she have a voice of someone much, much, hotter?