Haha, go Bobby!

The television in my living room offers me one good channel, the Food Network. It used to have HGTV, too, but for some reason it mysteriously disappeared on me a few months ago, much to my dismay.

Since I watch the Food Network, I see Bobby Flay a bit. So, when I saw a video of Bobby Flay grilling steaks with Obama, I was thrilled. Apparently, this was for Father's day. Cute!

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Michael, love

I'm not really going to say much about Michael Jackson's shocking and tragic passing. Just that I find it ironic that after years of intense criticism and stalking, the media is finally kissing his ass. Fuck the media. Anyway, I had to get that off my chest.

Everyone knows he is the greatest entertainer to ever live and yesterday was truly the day the music died. If you didn't like his music, not only are you lame, but you have to admit that his music has been in your life at some point or other, in your memories, etc. I remember listening to a Jackson Five cassette tape in my dad's car when he drove me to daycare. There are many other memories, but that is the most prominent.

As a tribute, I have put together a collection of pictures and my personal favorite videos and songs of his. Enjoy, bbs.

Epic Father's Day Dinner!

This weekend I went home to see my family for Father's Day. My mom is in Italy for work at the moment, so I decided that I would cook my dad a Father's Day feast since he would probably just take us out to eat. I found that option unacceptable.

My mother recently brought home some saffron from Bahrain. She had no idea what to use it in, so she wanted me to send her a recipe. I found a recipe for Moroccan Chicken Skewers through Tastespotting, my food Mecca. This is kind of a cop-out, as I prepped the chicken the day before I made it and forgot to take pictures. It was easy- I just mixed together saffron, cumin, coriander, garlic, cinnamon, paprika, parsley, chopped almonds, and some olive oil. Oh, and a little lemon juice, as I didn't have the preserved lemon rinds or whatever the recipe calls for. Or the tumeric. Once mixed, I rubbed it all over the chicken and put it in a plastic bag to marinade overnight.

The next day, I assembled the chicken, green olives, and a slice of lemon on skewers that I had soaking in water. It looked like this:

Why Does American Apparel Have to Be So Whack?

No lie, a majority of hipsters piss me off. That being said, every time I like something from the uber-hipster American Apparel, I feel a little weird. Luckily for me, though, that is pretty rare.

I definitely like the idea of AA and their whole philosophy on paying fair wages and how they treat their employees and all that. Oh, except for the fact that CEO Dov Charney is a totally sexually harassing nightmare. Yeah, I wrote a paper on him for a class last year and it's enough to make you want to vom, considering he looks like this:

I mean, really.