About a year ago, I visited the Houston Museum of fine arts with a girl I'd never met before. It was our first date, and, much more importantly, my first time seeing a Van Gogh painting. She was a nice girl, but it's Van Gogh. Gotta keep my priorities straight. I love art, especially post-impressionism, so this was a dream come true for me. And the night did not disappointment. When I left the exhibit, I was only sure of one thing: The art I saw was special, like really special. Not long after leaving, I went with the girl, and her sisters to this Greek place in Montrose called Niko Nikos. Yeah, I said her sisters. It was a chaperoned date. After they finished eating, the girl and her family left me at the restaurant waiting for my Uber—thinking hard if I liked her enough to go on a second date. I've learned since if you have to ask that question, the answer is a NO. So, unfortunately, the art of the Dutch master temporarily took a 5 in the thinking space of my mind (playing the dating will do that shit to you). Later that week, the girl and I went on one other date (unchaperoned). Since then, I've gone on many more dates with the other person I was with: Vincent Van Gogh.
As I write my first draft for this post, Tuesday, January 28th, 2020, I attempted to buy Kobe’s autobiography: the Mamba Mentality. I was not able to purchase the book, however, for it was completely sold out. On Amazon. Since Kobe passed away, I’ve been surprised at how much of an impact he had on the world. I had ignorantly thought of Kobe as merely a great basketball player, and as a huge basketball fan, I certainly recognized him as one of the greatest.
(SPOILERS AHEAD) So if you haven't watched the entire 3rd season of the Crown yet, stop reading this right now. I don't know what episode you're on, but I'm not taking any chances with your lively hood, or mine. If you haven't watched it, stop reading now and go read about Trump, dating advice, or whatever you read. I don't want to be "that guy" who spoils shows for people. Thank you, please enjoy the show- I mean blog post.
The Wedding: Two people in love, coming together. The idea of fairytale-esque true love manifesting itself for everyone to see; The symbol of everlasting happiness. It’s all over our culture, especially in the movies we create. Everyone has watched that romcom (you know the one) where someone asks the bride, “are you happy?” And she replies, tears building in her eyes... “yes.” Or that quintessential scene where some secondary character asks the reluctant lover, “do they make you happy?” But have we ever stopped to ask what these characters mean by the word “happy”?
My grandpa quit smoking in 2002, after smoking cigarettes since he was 13 years old back in the early 60s. A time when doctors were the spokespeople helping tobacco companies sell their products.
In this crazy complex world we live in, I think we can all agree on two things as being absolute. Tacos are delicious, and Adolph Hitler was a bad dude. Many have discussed what it would be like if Hitler had been killed before he committed his disgusting crimes on humanity. One such idea is going back in time to kill Hitler as a baby. The idea turned into a question that is a thought-provoking one, getting various answers from different people. Many deciding that killing baby Hitler would be an easy task.