Post No. 25: Powder Burns and Uncertain Terms


This is a delicate subject to talk about, because my writing is so personal to me. It always has been. Even if I’m telling you Aliens is not (quite) the exception that proves the rule about sequels being inferior to classic predecessors, or reporting that band X didn’t play my favorite song live, there’s still passion at the core of almost everything I write, or express. It’s a personality quirk that filters down into my writing, both in its content and homegrown style. That’s why I never really considered becoming a reporter, in spite of my Journalism degree. I often find it hard to view things in purely objective, dispassionate terms. I only started on that educational track in the first place because of my longstanding love of words, of writing, and of the English language. I spent my entire childhood reading and listening to music and watching movies, and now here we both are. I got bored with conventional toys so quickly.  Continue reading “Post No. 25: Powder Burns and Uncertain Terms”

Movie review: “Veronica Mars” (2014)


“So you got a boyfriend? Where’s he? What’s he do? I’m a hedge fund manager, what’s he do?”

“He’s a hitman. He murders people for money. Though he is always looking to diversify his investments …Do you have a card?”

I had the extreme pleasure and mild surprise of watching the Veronica Mars movie in an empty theater at 7:00 a mere three days after it hit screens. I never go into a theater hoping it will be empty, but there’s always a moment of fleeting but authentic triumph when I discover that’s the case. The massive screen, reclining in a conspicuously comfy chair, my feet up on the railing, a large Icee in my hand, no restless kids, no annoying fellow patrons, no limit on air drumming or personal in-movie commentary – it’s really my ideal viewing scenario, plus and minus the presence of a “pause” button and 15 minutes of commercials/ trailers respectively. I had a nice time. Continue reading “Movie review: “Veronica Mars” (2014)”

Power Surge, Overload, Short Circuit: Saul “Canelo” Alvarez TKO10 Alfredo Angulo


Alfredo Angulo, crestfallen, wore the pain of the decision on his badly misshapen face, and almost every boxing fan watching at that moment – whether in the ring, or ringside, in the “cheap” seats or the lower bowl, at a bar or at home, in Las Vegas, Mexico, Middle America, or at a movie theater like I was – carried its considerable, uneasy weight in his or her gut. In a well-anticipated pay-per-view main event pitting the relentless but relatable, self-styled underdog Angulo – nicknamed “El Perro” in case that identity wasn’t obvious enough – against slightly tarnished, by no less than Floyd Mayweather, Mexican matinee idol Saul “Canelo” Alvarez. Continue reading “Power Surge, Overload, Short Circuit: Saul “Canelo” Alvarez TKO10 Alfredo Angulo”