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My dear reader, and one day, I hope, to call each other friends—welcome to the little corner I call my home.

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Even the scent of my engineering department’s hallways hadn’t changed.

As the casinos and mob-controlled enterprises had met their demise, so had the “good ol' America,” which compared to today’s faceless enterprises that know no bounds to their greed, had character, and some personality, which we can see in full bloom in Ma…

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In the brief happy periods that I get to reunite with my besto friendo who had just visited me, here, in the land that he had moved away from in pursuit of greatness, he nerd-sniped me with a rolife building set—oh boy I love those—where after grueling fo…

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Only after my first Les Blank experience in Garlic Is as Good as Ten Mothers, I know I wanted more.

The premise of hiring a callgirl to seduce your husband that you suspect of cheating, of say confronting him about it is a tough sell.

It is a rare kind of experience and the pleasure that comes with it to eat cloves of garlic and a fried rice cooked in sautéed while watching Les Blank’s Garlic Is as Good as Ten Mothers.

Trying to write something about Park Chan-wook’s new film about how we do live in a society is proving to be a more difficult task than I had originally anticipated.

There is no Mark Walberg before this—not without his massive Pulp Fiction-esque organ hanging in between his legs that got everyone mesmerized to the point of losing themselves in this plot full of lust, desire, danger, money, and greed—all the greatest t…

Here I am weeping with chills running down my spine with the tearducks overflowing with my salty tears, yet I hold myself back from wiping off in fear I could miss even a single frame of this film that I had just seen two days ago—it wante... [ Continue r…

I wouldn’t have expected to see the modern-day Skid Row and Tenderloin presented as this absolute Hell on Earth in a fictional Manhattan, which is really just the average experience of walking down in any large-ish city in the US.

Wecome back.

I rarely ever open goodreads but when I do, I have a flaming desire to share something either of a magnificent and of an unforgettable read, or something so vile that my dissatisfaction cannot be contained.

Not only is this the “corrected” way to drink espresso, but the true and only way I want to drink it from now on.

Didn’t know much about it but that my mom loves Richard Gere and after seeing it—I understand why.

Loved reading through GReg TeChnoLogY Anthony Bourdain’s Lost Li.st’s and seeing the list of lost Anthony Bourdain li.st’s made me think on whether at least some of them we ca... [ Continue reading... ]

Watched this a few days after I got married—it’s got that charm of the 90s and early 2000s cinema.

Qualifies as a comfort film.

You did a fantastic, really, phenomenal job on this.

Walking blind into the movie theater—I must confess—I was not ready for what played on the screen.

I built this over the course of two days and it had taken me more time than I have ever originally anticipated for it to take.

They had no reason to cook this hard.

I can’t seem to feel when I want to feel so desperately.

This is an epic tale of love, betrayal, loss, loyalty, mission, and consequences that come with each.

Minecraft Movie is probably one of the worst movies I have ever had the displeasure of seeing.

My first memory of seeing this film comes from college, when my mother recommended me see this tale of Nicolas Cage finding out the life he had almost grasped but had let go of with a decision that nobody can really fault him for.

I went to a life-changing concert—well, a club—that gave me the closest experience I could ever hope to get to Alive 2007.

I remember growing up next to shelves filled with books of all widths and genres.

While watching The Be Hero X this Tuesday night, the boys had a healthy dose of four negronis, which prompted us to indulge ourselves in three dinners.

It would be hard to imagine a movie that is more formulaic and predictable than F1: The Movie, yet retains its Top Gun-style charm led by Brad Pitt’s affable performance and the story so inoffensive and straightforward that the total experience, albeit fo…

I was a little surprised to see the movie that I had just seen airing in my local movie theaters to get mentioned as a new Criterion physical release in one of their emails I get every now and then.

Since I fell asleep during the final ten or so minutes and have no intentions of going back and seeing it through—I don’t know how the movie ends and it doesn’t matter either.

Scrolling through the home page of my Criterion Channel, Sexy Beast was not my top pick—far from it, really.

iPhones are so bad in low-light shooting that the all kinds of chroma and luma noise get so bad to the point that I simply cannot edit them in any shape of form that could be presentable to the public.

Pre-Lynchian nightmare decanted straight out of Robert Altman’s mind.

You can never go wrong with a Manhattan.

My father once told me, “Only if the new generations are better off than the last, then that is progress.

My office has a monitor that plays Sofia Coppola’s Lost in Translation around-the-clock every day—I never get tired seeing it throughout the day, watching it while doing my chores, thinking about it randomly, or feeling it when I need it the most—that abo…

I am a lifetime John Wick customer.

Bubble gum with the flavor of “/The Devil Wears Prada/” and I love “/The Devil Wears Prada./” The whole movie with its plot walks like a duck, looks like a duck, and quacks like a duck, where the duck in this hypothetical scenario is an A24 product.

This felt like eating a nice dessert, not too heavy, but light and leaves you satisfied in the moment.

We have these widespread series at work, where speakers are invited to present on any topic they find interesting—does not have to be related to anything one is working on nor does it even have to be about tech.

A less compelling story and a package as a whole compared to the previous installments, nonetheless, still fun to watch and has that MI secret sauce to it that keeps bringing me seeing it every time in theaters.

Torpedoing ourselves back from the late 80s to late 90s, a perfect decade, I find myself in the same situation of seeing all the familiar faces maturing yet again with age as we come out of A Taxing Woman.

Going through Juzo Itami’s filmography in an almost random-like order offers one of the more jarring experiences I have had with any other director’s portfolios.

Juzo Itami did it again—a wonderful story, a Western story of ambition, rivalry, and triumphic glory.