Posted in Computer Stuff by Chris on March 3, 2012
For those of you looking for a way to stream Spotify on your PS3 like me, here’s an easy way: download Jamcast. It’s fairly easy actually. Go to the site, register, and download the client. Install it on your computer an let it run, and that’s basically it! Jamcast should automatically configure itself to your network, find your PS3 (and any other similar device connected to your home network), and start running. The only thing you’ll need to do is mute your speakers, run Spotify and play a song, and go to the following menu via your PS3 dashboard: Music -> Jamcast -> My Music -> Playlists -> Virtual Soundcard and select Virtual Soundcard. Before you’re ready to do the steps above, make sure you reboot your ish — after that you’ll be all ready to go. You can thank me later.

Baohaus NYC

Posted in Food by Chris on February 24, 2012
What’s better than being reminded of your childhood as you eat? Nothing. While Baohaus might not give you average homeboys out there a reminiscence of your youth — it should at the very least — please your senses as you bob your head to music and fill your belly with Baos. If you have no idea what the hell I’m talking about — in reference to Baos — please shift your eyes further to the right. While Baos come in all shapes and sizes, these Baos are slightly sweet, taco-shaped, and are filled with your choice of protein (except that, sicko). My favorite is the Chairman Bao: braised all natural Berkshire pork belly served with crushed peanut, cilantro, Haus Relish, and Taiwanese red sugar. If you’re afraid of fatty meat, try the Birdhaus Bao which is all natural fried chicken that is brined overnight and served with spicy seasoning salt, cilantro, crushed peanuts, and Taiwanese red sugar. If you like neither, you’re simply un-American. I just had to eat a slice of cheesecake to get my tongue to stop watering. I hope you’re able to go to Baohaus to get yours to stop. Baohaus is located at 238 E 14th St (2nd Ave), just blocks away from the NYU auxiliary rec center. Jai Ho!



Posted in Pop Culture, Sports by Chris on February 24, 2012
I’m caught up in the Jeremy Lin hype machine (just to clarify: I was on the bandwagon after Harvard/UConn and even got the Golden State T-shirt jersey). But, as you and I both know, there are several detractors out there. Over the past weekend I had a friend (whom I will categorize as a white male who has an active interest in NBA baskeball) ask me, “Who’s this Jeremy Lin guy?” This was last week… a solid 2 weeks after he lit De-Ron Williams up. Might I also add that this dude has, by far, the biggest Asian fetish? For shame. Anyway, I went to the Wizards/Knicks game earlier this month to make sure I caught a start and cheered JLin7 on as he torched JaVale McGee’s 14 basketball IQ and John Wall’s busted jump shot. In the midst of losing my fucking mind, I poured my beer on a father taking his 6 year-old child to what looked like his first NBA game and had two lovely black ladies ask me and my friends if we had gone to college with him (which was her way of saying: are you Chinamen related? How do you know this Chinaman?). First, thank you for giving me the benefit of the doubt that I could have gone to Harvard after spilling my beer on the Father/Son duo. Second, (some expletive here) you. I didn’t ask if your son was in the Howard marching band they performed at halftime. (Expletive). I like to retell the story as if her questioning was more racially charged than it was. Just two days ago a friend asked me how the game was and I told him, “These black ladies asked if I was his brother.” Another person asked and I responded, “These black ladies asked if I was his Uncle.” Fun with racism. Fun with Linsanity. Before I bid you adieu, here’s a picture of Jeremy Lin shitting on the competition.

Maxwell Street Depot

Posted in Food by Chris on January 27, 2012
Have you ever been uneasy about approaching a dining establishment in fear of getting stabbed? Well you really haven’t lived until you’ve done it. From my experience these eateries have delivered the most enjoyable mixture of food and ambiance. Case and point: Maxwell Street Depot in sweet home, Chicago, IL. While there are dozens of Maxwells strewn across the city, the establishment that best balances danger and delight lies on the intersection of Canal and 32nd Streets–a few blocks west of US Cellular Park. Maxwell’s offerings are dishes best served with adrenaline coursing through your veins. As your heart rate descends from the exhilaration of a homeless man trying to rob you with a rusty shiv, make sure to order a double cheeseburger and a pork chop sandwich (be sure to load up on the onions). Complementary fries accompanies each your order and jalapenos are available upon request. What are you waiting for? Live a little.

Toki Underground

Posted in Food by Chris on January 26, 2012
Well it’s been nearly 8 months since my last blog post. “What have you been up to?” might you ask. Well my friend, many of those days have been spent squatting at DC’s not-so-secret Toki Underground shoveling ramen noodles down my throat. Located in DC’s historical H Street corridor, Toki resides in an area where dudes donning salmon chinos and their J. Crew loving ladies avoid because they find tattoos and snapback caps a bit too treacherous. Toki Underground is nestled above The Pug and seats about 20, has an average wait of an hour, is dim, and loud but is absolutely ambrosial. Decorated with figurines, skateboards, and spray paint; it’s as if I’ve awoken from a wet dream only to find myself lying in front of one of those supersized checks made out to me for $15 Million. Don’t believe me? Check it out for yourself. Toki’s menu is fairly simple but with a bevy of daily food and drink specials it’s never old. My recommendation: Miso Hakata (comeswith Pork Loin, a half-boiled egg, and extra noodles. It’ll cost you $12 and it’s worth every penny — your 0.05% APY savings account surely wont miss it — so don’t be a cheap-ass.

Re: What Happened to Rap?

Posted in Music by Chris on May 21, 2011
Hallelujah! Got-DAMN! My prayers have been answered!  I’m assuming Lil’ Jon and the East Side Boyz done read my post and hitched a ride on a Delorean back to 2000, with his Crunk Cup and my blog post in hand,  to create this musical masterpiece. Loop it on repeat and please, please don’t forget to tip on fo-fos.

Taj Gibson

Posted in Sports by Chris on May 17, 2011
Taj Jami Gibson (born June 24, 1985) don’t give a F who your grandmomma is– he’ll put it in her face too.
The Zub ZenV is one of the few that are two-toned albeit not the most radical.

What Happened to Rap?

Posted in Music by Chris on May 10, 2011
Those that know me understand that I have a penchant for getting angry at the most inappropriate times.  I blame it on trying to be “chill”– and unbeknownst to me it’s why things tend to fester. Make sense to you? Good, me neither. A-N-Y-WAY, a few days ago I felt another outburst coming on and I thought I was well prepared. I calmly walked to my car, flipped to my iPod, and drove off (VROOM!).  As I felt the rage begin to boil over I frenetically scrolled through my library with only the likes of Rebecca Black’s Friday, KiD CuDi’s Mr. Rager, and Skee-Lo’s I Wish turning up– inappropriate vehicles to channel my anger. Left perplexed, this predicament led me to ponder: what the hell happened to rap? I expected to release some of my frustrations by listening to some aggressive rap; something like Onyx’s Slam and I was left dissatisfied– I guess I’m also a jackass for not having my iPod prepared. While I’m far from displeased with current state of music, in my mind there is a void yet to be filled. All I ask for is for some pointless angry-ass rap music. Please, for my sake, make it sound something to the tune of of what’s below. Look at the song in all of its glory: angry at the beginning and happy at the end. A delectable mixture of frenzy and glee. Please, Jeebus, make it come true. If Rebecca Black can make Friday an international chart-topper then FUCK FUCK SHIT SHIT will undoubtedly be the song of the millennium.

F&#K, F@*K!
S!%T, S–T!
(Repeat 376x)

I expect royalties from the remixes.


Dunny & Travels

Posted in Travel by Chris on February 11, 2011
Looks like it’s time for my annual apology. Here goes… Apologies friends, fathers, mothers, lovers, cousins, children, or whomever it may be that reads my blog. I’m sorry that I haven’t been keeping up with the volume of posts but it appears one can get pretty busy doing, well.. nothing. I’ve made a half-hearted promise to keep with Berenman in the year of the Rabbit. Anyway, 2010 has gone but not without ushering in 2011. This new year I went to Taiwan to celebrate the approach of the upcoming year and to witness the 100 year celebration of the ROC (dissimilar to Jay-Z’s version). On new year’s night, Taiwan blew fireworks off the Taiwan 101- a pretty spectacular showing if you ask me. Anyway, some of you may or may not recall that I’ve been collecting Dunny’s commemorating my different travel destinations. Like the trips before it, this trip sent me on another adventure to seek out a Dunny to add to my collection. Pictured to the right, from left to right are Dunnys from: New York, Miami, Boston, Nashville, Taipei, and Taipei. “Why two?” you ask. Well I didn’t meet the credit card minimum when I tried to just buy one– Oops! The Santa Dunny is from the Christmas 2010 collection and the guy with DED on his belly is from the 2 Tone Collection. Thanks to Richard for directing me to Paradise Toy Land in the Da-an district (located  down the street from YoFroyo). Tune in next time friends, as I may be introducing another Dunny family member.

Oh, I almost forgot… Happy New Year!

Chromeo – Business Casual

Posted in Music by Chris on September 30, 2010
It I’m sick of the radio. How is Train still relevant? They’ve resurrected themselves 3 times in 3 different decades! By the time the Sun implodes, sucks all matter into it’s gravitational abyss, and pukes everything into a parallel dimension Hey Soul Sister, Meet Virginia, Tears of Jupiter, Stephen Hawking, and a slew of other Train singles that have yet to be produced will be all that remains. What if there’s a bizzaro version of Train in the bizzaroverse? They’re probably more famous than Mozart over there. And while I’m on the course, let’s extend the topic of personal distastes to my disdain of Ryan Seacrest. What in the holy EFF is Ryan Seacrest doing invading my car radio? I find myself road raging even at a sustained 90 mph because all I can imagine is his shit-eating grin filling the gaps and spaces between the laugh track and awful dialog. Successful? Yes. Funny? Hell no. Washington DC’s radio stations are killing me. Luckily I’ve got friends spread all over the place that either a.) aren’t subjected to this same aural abuse or b.) aren’t as dim as I to rely on radio for snazzy tunes. That’s how I found Montreal‘s finest: Chromeo. A while back Fancy Footwork, Chromeo’s 2nd album, was introduced to me by Detroit’s native son, Ben Gressgott. Since that magical winter, Chromeo released Business Casual their latest album that’s highlighted by #3 Night By Night, #4 Don’t Turn the Lights On, and #8 J’ai Claqué La Porte. If you’re nervous about the RIAA bashing down your door and punching out your adolescent sister for downloading illegally, you can sample their music at GrooveShark. You can thank me later. OK. Thank me now.  
The Zub ZenV is one of the few that are two-toned albeit not the most radical.