If one were to ask me what my favorite food is I would answer…the Hamburger. My cousin in Atlanta recently told me about the best Hamburger in America.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ann’s_Snack_Bar
The best in the nation? That’s a bold statement! The BEST hamburger? Hmm…I had to check this out for myself. So my cousin and I set out to find and try this best Hamburger in America.
I met my cousin James at his soul food restaurant (a def blog to come) around 2pm. One of his employees Barbara gave us directions to Ann’s Snack shop, the home of the infamous Ghetto Burger. She said I was going to be full and walked away. A warning? No, a promise! Read more...
We love movies and making movies here at YOMYOMF. Recent blogs range from praising the must-see doc The Tillman Story, Offender Jerome’s challenge to blog about Inception once a week til the end of the year,and of course the semi-regular 1,001 Reasons I Love Movies series. There are so many facets in the production of a film. Every position is integral, but I have to argue that the role of the Editor is just as important as Director. The best editors like Walter Murch, since it’s their job to envision the big picture and see how all the scenes become one cohesive story, rather than just honing individual scenes.
One of the best movies about making movies is MODERN ROMANCE, written, directed and starring Albert Brooks. He plays a hapless film editor who must balance his love life and edit a cheesy sci-fi movie to appease his director played by real life Oscar winner James L. Brooks (Terms Of Endearment, The Simpsons). The late and grea Bruno Kirby plays Brooks right-hand man. The following is one of the best scenes that encapsulates the art of editing and the neuroses of filmmakers in general: 
Since the film was made in 1981, people were cutting films and using moviolas. In fact, Steven Spielberg and Gus Van Sant still cut this way, to this day! Read more...
Why are the french so french?
From the John Muir Trail:
On Day Zero of my 24 day John Muir Trail thru-hike, I met 3 french guys. We met at the shuttle stop at 6:15am. I was solo and was going to start my trip, they had just spent 21 days and had just finished their trip. They were very french. They were 19 years old and worldly. One even pointed out that he did the entire 230 miles of hiking in his ‘slippers’… which were a pair of cut up Keds with the backs cut off. (“The blisters hurt, so I cut the shoe. Eh.”) Read more...
A long time ago, I was an exchange student for a year in Japan. When I flew back to the U.S., I sent a few boxes of my belongings by postal service back home. Somewhere along the way, the box got soaked and broke. It was clear that there was an attempt to reassemble everything and repackage the box. Only, I found a few belongings that weren’t mine stuffed in as well. Among them were a pocket English/Japanese dictionary and some photos, which for some reason, I’ve kept for 20 years.
There is a name on the dictionary – “Susan Butterworth,” but no address. I have some other clues as well. The photos were organized in a “Hello Kitty” mini album that was provided by the photo processing shop located in Hokkaido in the city of Obihiroshi. The photos were dated between 1990 & 1991.
Whether she was working or was a student, I do not know. A lot of people used to go to Japan for a year to teach English. The photos seem too precious to just throw away—I can see Susan sitting with friends at various restaurants, standing before a traditional ohinamatsuri (girl’s day) doll display, posing amongst snow sculptures and even attending a wedding. Read more...
I know it’s wrong. I know it’s mean. I know it’s small. And I know it’s absolutely unfounded. But I just can’t help but hate that guy sitting over there at the coffee shop. Hate him! He always sits in the same spot, which is about five feet from the spot where I always sit. Like I’m doing right now.
And I know he can’t be annoyed with me, because – well – what on earth have I done to annoy him?
But there he is, day in, day out, wearing the same St. Jude’s Panthers high school hoodie sweatshirt. Every day! Now mind you, this man must be in his mid-thirties at least, so unless he is a coach at St. Jude’s, or the parent of a student, it’s downright pervy, especially the way he wears it, the hood always up, Unabomber style. Read more...
As a woman in the outdoors, there are major things to consider. Tent space, shoe size, backpack capacity. But the one demand I ask of myself while packing my gear: Do I LOOK GOOD in this outfit? I admit it, that even if I’ve been in the woods for 5 days and smell like 3 day old crusty vagina, I swear at least I’m wearing a moisture-wicking shirt in fuschia with a delicate lavender flower in the bottom left hand corner. 
And one thing I hate: CUPCAKES. That’s right. CUPCAKES. You know that ‘effect’ that happens when you’re cold, excited, or when your bra is old or unlined… all of a sudden, your nipples look like 2 little gumdrops peeping out from that merino wool technical tank-top. Perky little bastards. It’s like the woman’s version of an erect penis. You’re talking about this project you’re really passionate about and you notice your male counterpart is struggling to maintain eye contact… all because his eyeballs are now being poked out by your ever enlarging nips. Those little things rise like cake batter… you don’t even know its alive until you look down.
In any case, when you go outdoors for a long time (I’m talking about week long trips at least here), you have to find that perfect bra that doesn’t make every snap shot of you look like 2 cupcakes rising above your muffin top. (It’s enough that your muffin top is there.)
Some ideas: Read more...
“See what God do? When you jump into bed with some chickenhead who ain’t your husband and start fornicating, see what God do?”
Soup kitchen employee Lorenzo, who had been stabbed breaking up a fight on the sidewalk a couple weeks ago, was making his views of the K.P. flyer known. (Lorenzo has fully recuperated from the stab wound – in fact, I swear there’s been an extra spring in his step since then).
He smiled and shook his head as he pointed out what God do.
There is a bulletin board next to the door leading into the soup kitchen. I’m the doorman and I stand about five feet from it. All I’ve ever seen are flyers about getting back into school, feeding your children healthy food, street soccer games for addicts, and HIV prevention. Read more...
We all know that China has some major might. They can move mountains and do what they want when it comes to increasing the size of their economy, the Beijing Olympics, climate change, you name it. China reveres its rich, cultural history, even rewriting it for that matter. Check out this revised version of Michael Jackson’s BEAT IT: 
Of course this is all in jest. The clips are from Long March Song Cycle. The Long March was a massive military retreat undertaken by the Red Army of the Chinese Communist Party, under the eventual command of Mao Zedong and Zhou Enlai, escaped in a circling retreat to the west and north, which reportedly traversed some 12,500 kilometers (8,000 miles) over 370 days. Since the establishment of the People’s Republic of China in 1949, the Long March has been glorified as an example of the Communist Party’s strength and resilience. The Long March Song Cycle was first performed in 1966. Read more...
Is it possible to write too much about Jet Blue flight attendant Steven Slater?
No, it is not.
This man is important. He is a link in the chain of American social revolution which goes back to Rosa Parks, Henry David Thoreau and everyone who threw tea into Boston harbor over 200 years ago.
As everyone knows by now, Slater, after some assclown opened up the overhead luggage compartment too early to get his luggage out and ended up dropping it on his head, got on the PA system and said,
“To the passenger who called me a motherfucker, fuck you. I’ve been in this business 28 years. And that’s it, I’m done.” Read more...
I have been challenged to write about Inception once a week until the end of the year. Not that this really changes anything because I was planning on doing that anyway.
This week, I am providing a public service to you all. I had many topics I was tempted to write about for this Thursday, but with the impending crisis, the sense of urgency was overwhelming and impossible to ignore.
I believe that Inception will soon be pulled from IMAX theaters.
Yeah. Let that sink in.
With the limited number of IMAX theaters (and even more limited number of real IMAXs), my guess (because I’m too lazy to Google it) is that films don’t stay in them as long as they’re making the given theater money, but rather only until the next IMAX film is released.
Which in this case is Avatar.
One more time.
So some of you may have already seen Inception. In a perfect world – in my opinion, which is right – everyone should have seen it by now, but that’s irrelevant.
Now, have you seen it in IMAX? Seeing it in IMAX – a real IMAX, mind you – is a truly different experience. Read more...
I have been challenged to write about Inception once a week until the end of the year. Not that this really changes anything because I was planning on doing that anyway.
If you’ve seen Inception, you know that one of the greatest points of contention is the ending. The fact that I mentioned ‘Inception’ and ‘ending’ in the same sentence should serve as enough of a spoiler alert, but just in case:
SPOILER ALERT – SPOILER ALERT – SPOILER ALERT
What I enjoy most about walking out of films like this is the snippets of spirited discussions I hear from people who went there with friends. As I leave the theater alone, sniffing quietly, it becomes obvious that the film has left an impression on the audience, something more than a smoking crater in their eardrum from a volley of explosions. And more often than not in this film’s case, the way it ends is what lingers in people’s minds, an idea planted that will grow to, well-
Is it real? Is it a dream? Does the top fall? Does it even matter? Read more...
I know this title is synonymous with other stereotypes like Filipino who can sing and dance. But, this is actually the name of a hole-in-the-wall restaurant in Honolulu. And guess what? It’s run by a Korean lady, and yes, she’s angry. Like Soup Nazi angry. Apparently, she’s the only one running the joint. Here’s a snapshot of the menu:
Whenever you’re in town, check it out. I wonder what “Most people can handle a 3 or 4?” Is it dishes or parties of 4 are the maximum that she can handle?
On August 1, at 12:13 am, I turned on the television and noted the following offerings.
And, AND, this doesn’t even include skinemax or any of the hardcore sports or porn channels, nor does it include about 500 more channels I could buy. This, friends, is American basic cable.
Here are channels 223 – 229:
Hip Dance Moves. I was looking forward to how-to’s on the Frug, the Smurf and the Rubber Band.
Not so. Description: “get flat sexy abs doing fun high energy dance moves with Hip Hop Abs.” Boring weight loss crap. Least it’s safer than phen-phen.
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Check out little Sophia’s beatboxing tutorials on YouTube. This girl, aka Kiddbeatz, is my coolest Asian of the week, with her black plastic frames with no lenses, her very Asian OCD tutorial in demystifying the world of beatboxing that I almost feel she is the Masked Magician 2.0. She’s the Michelle Phan of beatboxing. 
(Via Daily Operation)
“I don’t want to eat it! It’s DOG!!!”
“No, it’s not, it’s BEEF!”
“DOG!”
“BEEF!”
“DOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOG!”
Do not be afraid of me! I am only soup!
My mother is loud enough to cause full red-face embarrassment. She’s turning hysterical. ”Mom,” I hiss through tight lips, “just try it. Even if it WAS dog, I can guarantee you it’s delicious.” She looks at me like a petulant child looks at her mother. She presses her lips together and retracts her whole mouth back into her skull, somehow she does it. She crosses her arms and shakes her head vigorously saying, “No no no! You can’t make me eat it!” My dad sighs at us, and blindly spoons some pho soup into his mouth. The Vietnamese restaurant has paused only a little in its mild amusement, but the bustle of clinking dishes slowly begins again. Read more...
Last week, I discussed the various memes Inception has spawned. One of them that’s gaining a lot of traction is Arthur x Eames.
Often times, the focus of these efforts and works is the romantic relationships in the story. What if Morpheus schtupped Trinity? Or Frodo stormed Sam’s gates? Or Rachel bonked Marcel?
These are questions the world will never get a canonical answer for. But that’s what the Internet is for. 
