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Back when People Loved Bush

Bush may be gone for now,but stay alert…..

Bush can always return.

And, for those that miss Bush..

This post is a reminder that i need to play around with my old Land 100 series polaroid .

Polaroids rule (and you can still get pack film that Fujifilm makes.)

-scott noteboom

Add comment January 24th, 2009

Jab, Cross, Hook, Burrito kinda Day in San Jose

Glad to be back home in  San Jose. Raining– but we need it.

Sparred a bit in the gym today with Kyle, one of the UFC fighters (great guy, by the way.)  Being out of shape sucks– thus, 5 minute rounds suck (that’s how they roll in MMA.)  I got my ass handed to me on the ground, and didn’t do as well as I would have liked striking (my strength.) I think my trainer knew this was going to happen when he put me in there– and it worked….. Now I want to put some training time in and pay him back a bit (or at least give him some better work.)

In the mean time, a good burrito will make me feel better, lol…..

Since i’m on the topic of burritos, here are some of my favorite spots for Mexican here in San Jose:

- Taqueria Tlaquepaque over on Lincoln or Willow in Willow Glen.  There’s also one off 87 at Curtner.  I dig the camarones (El Diablo or Al Mojo de Aho) or the Steak Tlaquepaque there. Their chavela’s rule (dark Modelo, fresh lime juice, salted rim w/ a frosty mug.)

- Los Garcia’s over on old Oakland Road.  Good plates. I like the green, creamy salsa. Also good chavela’s.

- El Grullense in San Jose.  Drive thru and quick. Eating patio right on San Carlos.  Decent place for carne asada tacos.  Camarones Coctail or tostadas are good. Horchata’s good.

- La Taqueria in downtown San Jose.  I dig the burrito’s here.

- La Victoria. Have one on San Carlos, Santa Clara and one off Almaden and 85.  Famous orange sauce.  I usually only go for the burrito’s here… maybe a quesadilla if i’m really gorging myself.

- I think i make some pretty good carne on my bbq as well.  As long as i buy my goods at Mi Pueblo.

UPDATE:  – Mexico Bakery on the east side (Story Rd.) has got great torta’s and baked goods.  Get’s pretty packed and no espanol can sometimes make things tougher, but it’s all worth it…

I’m running over to La Victoria, since it’s closest.

-scott noteboom

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Austin Hippies Love making me Hate

Before i rant….. I’ve confirmed (like i do everytime i see it) what i always think when i see the Austin Motel sign (see post below.)  Yep, that damn Austin Motel sign looks like cock and balls.  Maybe the motel used to be an hourly joint? Anyway….

Maybe i hate everyone? I hate closed minded, Jesus freak, conservative Texans.  Thus, i think i like Austin– an exception in the state…. a nice liberal artsy town, i suppose.  But then, i hate hippies.  I hate tattooed youngsters who are liberals that grow up to be conservatives.  I hate Bush. I hate McCain. I hate Obama— but i do have hope, lol…

Then i saw him…. the smile…..the long hair…. the guitar…. the lack of a fucking job.  We walked by.  He stopped us, asking “don’t you guys like music?”  Oh damn…..

“Mary Jane” strum, strum. “I love Mary Jane.” strum strum. “Your sweet green leafs in my mouth,” strum strum. “blah blah blah, blah blah.”

All the while this hippie was looking straight into my eyes as his sung.  Normally i’d consider that respectful,  but those eyes were so soft…. they creeped me out.  They kept looking at me, singing, strumming about fucking Mary Jane.  I wanted to punch the fucking harmless hippie in the face, I instantly felt guilty for thinking that way, and that got my blood pressure boiling even more.  I tossed the guy a couple bucks (for what?) and almost ran away.  Fight or flight, and i don’t like feeling confrontational like that.  Maybe i’m the one who needs Mary Jane more than that guy?

The fact that i gave that guy a couple bucks for annoying me, made me stop being angry at him, and start being angry at myself.

OK, i’ll stop being negative……  I loved the warm weather.  Seemed about 80 and sunny.  The motel was great. I loved walking the neighborhood in the sun, checking out the old shit in antique stores. Some art. Old record store.  I bought an old cowboy shirt at the thrift store / vintage store / whatever you call it. Ate some decent BBQ. Had a Red Stripe Beer (cause i like the shape of the bottle) at the Continental.  Talked techie lingo w/ Dell goons for work.

I love Austin (if the hippies would just leave me alone.)

Oh, and I fucking HATE the words Mary Jane.

On a historic note, here’s a view up Congress to the Capital…. before the hippies turned conservatives came:

Here’s how it looks now, after the hippies turned conservatives turned corporate developers came:

OK, i’ll lose some of the hate….. Tattooed hippie girls are ok.  I don’t hate them.

-scott noteboom

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