Saturday, October 31, 2009

Atomic Fireball

Today I came into the possession of an Atomic Fireball. By my reckoning, it is the first one I've had in fifteen years or more.
When I was a kid, I used to buy Atomic Fireballs at the Dairy Mart near my house for maybe five cents each. I remember them filling a cheek and maybe even burning a little bit. This one seemed smaller, and less atomic. There was no defect though. I think the problem is that I'm all grown up now.

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Happy Halloween folks.

Sunday, October 25, 2009

Writers Gush, Silent Blog


If there is one thing that is certain, there's a lot to be eaten in America. Unfortunately, the sensory, sociological, and economic issues involved in documenting this have overwhelmed me. I shoot photos everyday and have general ideas of posts, but these are big issues and I get bogged down. There are tons of blogs and many of these just review restaurants and show us what they ate for dinner. While there's a certain amount of hedonism that goes along with food blogs, it's nice to imagine something deeper. Maybe this post is owing to a case of seasonal affective disorder, but in my current frame of mind a blog about living the good life of good food and drink seems less and less palatable.

A note about the above photo:

This weekend, after eating at the single best Taco Truck in Oakland, a man and woman got into a serious altercation. The woman was drunk, and maybe also high on crack. She looked like she could have been his mother, although I imagine that they were of similar age and once lovers. She was screaming and crying about needing help and he was screaming back to quit following him around. My dining partner had gone to wait in a long line for a horchata while I nervously fingered the dials on my camera. I snapped the leftovers and crumbs fit for the pigeons at my feet. They pecked for a moment and then gave up choosing instead my neighbor's offer of leftover tostada pieces.

The previous times i have been to this establishment, there was a man selling his possession on a blanket. Another man has at times offered to wash my bike. He was a different man than the schizophrenic who camps out behind the truck and has conversations with aliens or the Virgen de Guadalupe. No, this time it was a drunk, drug addict and her once lover having a melt down in the middle of the seating area surrounded by Latino families. Luckily, it didn't come to blows, only tantrums.

Now, I could ignore this, and unfortunately I am often forced to. But behind every pretty photo there's a story, in plain view or hidden, and unfortunately, these stories are often simply omitted.

Monday, October 12, 2009

October 12th, 2009

I thought I'd share with you a collection of photos taken today at the Lake Merritt Gardens in Oakland, and a couple of area restaurants. While I normally stick to food on this blog, I do in fact take pictures of lots of other stuff. Posts about the food are forthcoming, but for now, a simple slidehow. Enjoy.

Thursday, October 8, 2009

Apple Season

Apples are in season and as most other Americans we are enjoying the hell out of them. The other morning I spied this apple in our house fruit bowl.
You know, this all seems very familiar. This apple was much like the others except that it didn't come from a nearby California farm, but some distant Chilean orchard.

While I tend to be a tad outspoken about food and some people think I'm off the deep-end, I think we can all agree that something is awry here. To some of us the very idea of a Chilean apple in California is ridiculous, but I imagine we can all agree that one of these months old apples from the southern hemisphere sitting next to fresh California apple is preposterous.