Just for the hell of it, I thought I's share the latest workout routine I pulled off. This one is targeted to the back and biceps department.
Elliptical (MAX resistance) 10 mins
Deadlifts - 4 sets/12 reps
Shoulder Press - 4 sets/10-12 reps
Barbell Bicep Curls - 4 sets/12 reps
Preacher Curls - 4 sets/15 reps
Cable Rows - 6 sets/15 reps
Lat Pulldown - 4 sets/10-12 reps
Hammer of Thor - 4 sets/20 reps
Punching Bag 30-45 mins
Nothing too crazy or flashy. It was simple as that. Any supplements? Just your multivitamins, inner frustrations towards life and by Hispanic nature, lots of chicken as a means for protein!
Blogs by Ron Gunz
6.21.2011
6.16.2011
In Flames - Sounds of a Playground Fading
Of all thing this morning, reviewing the latest entry from In Flames, Sounds of a Playground Fading. To be quite honest, I won't judge this album in an entirely harsh manner. Why? They don't have two guitarists. The original lead player's gone and we're left with one. I must admit. Just on the opening title track, not effing bad, not bad at all. If you liked their Come Clarity and A Sense of Purpose albums (my favorites), it starts off with that same type of sound.
Their first single, Deliver Us, summons the sonic style of their previous album, Soundtrack To Your Escape, which is yet another favorite album of mine. If there's one observation I'm making, two songs in and there's already guitar solos! This I like, especially since guitar solos or anything close to that would be something you would expect from their earlier work.
All for Me is one of their more Alt. Metal tracks that involve more of Friden's singing and a much less of his screaming. I must say, his voice sounds more of his own and crispier. Before he used to sound more like Rob Zombie.
Puzzle goes back into their heavier sound and faster tempo and definitely holds that Come Clarity sound. Has a nice little breakdown that involves a backing riff with a subtle but very present guitar melody. I would say that the touch the guitars give to it compensate for the absence of Stromblad's keyboard/synth skills.
Fear is the Weakness further shows that In Flames, while they possibly may turn away their earlier fans, are dealing with what they got. For me, they manage to find that balance of accessibility while maintaining that aggressive touch.
Where the Dead Ships Dwell has Friden on a gritty clean vocal style. It happens to have some light synth touches due to some good guitar effects. It goes well and yet again another song with a guitar solo.
I'm gonna put a parenthesis on this for a second, as my dad would say. Some may be wondering about the subject matter within the lyrics. Like the last 2-3 albums, In Flames has here a constant line of lyrics that deal with struggle, desire for purpose, deliverance and meaning of life. If I didn't know any better, I'd say they have a better sense of emotiveness towards this kind of subject than hipsters and indie rockers. There, I said it.
The Attic has a very dark sound to it. It starts off with a really nice clean bluesy lick. It has Friden pulling a Jared Leto by doing some whispering but it works so well. The song has a different and very ambient dynamic to it.
Darker Times moves the train right back up to speed. It's a straight up metal track akin to A Sense of Purpose. Once again, a guitar solo. At this point, this is the fourth song with a guitar solo. No, it has two guitar solos. How they have managed to maintain their modern sound with even the absence of a 2nd guitarist/keyboardist will forever be beyond me but I say this, they rock.
Ropes is my favorite track just from the start. It's attention-grabbing and has Friden at his cleanest on vocals. Yet again another solo. Short but sweet. Yet again another touch of ambiance due to guitars and it works.
Enter Tragedy channels their more aggressive end. Friden delivers both the screams and the singing and, at times, sounds like both. Guitar solo yet again. If there is anything akin to vintage In Flames, it's the guitar solos, short long or otherwise. Even in this song, there is no shortage of dual melodies.
Jester's Door is a very quiet and ambient track. It's apparent that it was written in respect to Stromblad's departure, given that his leave from In Flames is to put an end to an addiction that he's needed to rid of.
A New Dawn is the following track that picks up the ball and runs with it. Funniest thing is how you have the previous track being all somber and sad and this track is like, "well, now that it's out of the way, lets get rockin'!" -- pretty funny. It has a nice middle section that invokes a touch of classical with violins and a clean guitar solo section before it picks up the crescendo with a more vibrant touch in the solo and slows back down. While one of the softer songs by In Flames, I appreciate the thoughtfulness behind the song. They give you the aggression, slow it down to something slow, somber yet soulful and then just push the aggression meter back up gradually.
Liberation is closing track. The choice of a softer song to end it is definitely uncharacteristic of In Flames and might ever scare some fans away. I can deal with it. It's a decent alternative track. Not my favorite but it's nice. It has yet another guitar solo. You didn't think they'd end this fiasco without one eh?
Out of this album I appreciated a few good things here. The guitar solos make up for albums worth of their absence from their formula. In the absence of keyboard synths, Bjorn puts that guitar to real good use and manages to create good ambiance of the likes that take the space the synths/keys once did. They managed to take the best of their sound from the last 2-3 albums and make something pleasing to the ears. Ultimately, they managed to not pull a Reroute to Remain and end up with a messy mixdown.
+ guitar solos
+ ambient guitars
+ varied composition
- softer material that will turn away diehard fans
- absence of keys/synths
-it's a short album
Their first single, Deliver Us, summons the sonic style of their previous album, Soundtrack To Your Escape, which is yet another favorite album of mine. If there's one observation I'm making, two songs in and there's already guitar solos! This I like, especially since guitar solos or anything close to that would be something you would expect from their earlier work.
All for Me is one of their more Alt. Metal tracks that involve more of Friden's singing and a much less of his screaming. I must say, his voice sounds more of his own and crispier. Before he used to sound more like Rob Zombie.
Puzzle goes back into their heavier sound and faster tempo and definitely holds that Come Clarity sound. Has a nice little breakdown that involves a backing riff with a subtle but very present guitar melody. I would say that the touch the guitars give to it compensate for the absence of Stromblad's keyboard/synth skills.
Fear is the Weakness further shows that In Flames, while they possibly may turn away their earlier fans, are dealing with what they got. For me, they manage to find that balance of accessibility while maintaining that aggressive touch.
Where the Dead Ships Dwell has Friden on a gritty clean vocal style. It happens to have some light synth touches due to some good guitar effects. It goes well and yet again another song with a guitar solo.
I'm gonna put a parenthesis on this for a second, as my dad would say. Some may be wondering about the subject matter within the lyrics. Like the last 2-3 albums, In Flames has here a constant line of lyrics that deal with struggle, desire for purpose, deliverance and meaning of life. If I didn't know any better, I'd say they have a better sense of emotiveness towards this kind of subject than hipsters and indie rockers. There, I said it.
The Attic has a very dark sound to it. It starts off with a really nice clean bluesy lick. It has Friden pulling a Jared Leto by doing some whispering but it works so well. The song has a different and very ambient dynamic to it.
Darker Times moves the train right back up to speed. It's a straight up metal track akin to A Sense of Purpose. Once again, a guitar solo. At this point, this is the fourth song with a guitar solo. No, it has two guitar solos. How they have managed to maintain their modern sound with even the absence of a 2nd guitarist/keyboardist will forever be beyond me but I say this, they rock.
Ropes is my favorite track just from the start. It's attention-grabbing and has Friden at his cleanest on vocals. Yet again another solo. Short but sweet. Yet again another touch of ambiance due to guitars and it works.
Enter Tragedy channels their more aggressive end. Friden delivers both the screams and the singing and, at times, sounds like both. Guitar solo yet again. If there is anything akin to vintage In Flames, it's the guitar solos, short long or otherwise. Even in this song, there is no shortage of dual melodies.
Jester's Door is a very quiet and ambient track. It's apparent that it was written in respect to Stromblad's departure, given that his leave from In Flames is to put an end to an addiction that he's needed to rid of.
A New Dawn is the following track that picks up the ball and runs with it. Funniest thing is how you have the previous track being all somber and sad and this track is like, "well, now that it's out of the way, lets get rockin'!" -- pretty funny. It has a nice middle section that invokes a touch of classical with violins and a clean guitar solo section before it picks up the crescendo with a more vibrant touch in the solo and slows back down. While one of the softer songs by In Flames, I appreciate the thoughtfulness behind the song. They give you the aggression, slow it down to something slow, somber yet soulful and then just push the aggression meter back up gradually.
Liberation is closing track. The choice of a softer song to end it is definitely uncharacteristic of In Flames and might ever scare some fans away. I can deal with it. It's a decent alternative track. Not my favorite but it's nice. It has yet another guitar solo. You didn't think they'd end this fiasco without one eh?
Out of this album I appreciated a few good things here. The guitar solos make up for albums worth of their absence from their formula. In the absence of keyboard synths, Bjorn puts that guitar to real good use and manages to create good ambiance of the likes that take the space the synths/keys once did. They managed to take the best of their sound from the last 2-3 albums and make something pleasing to the ears. Ultimately, they managed to not pull a Reroute to Remain and end up with a messy mixdown.
+ guitar solos
+ ambient guitars
+ varied composition
- softer material that will turn away diehard fans
- absence of keys/synths
-it's a short album
6.15.2011
When Nostalgia Hits!
Most of my readers (and friends) know exceptionally well how I can delve into nostalgia. Usually, it's in relation to entertainment from the 90's era -- whether it was Sonic the Hedgehog, Mario, Dick Tracy, Roger Rabbit (p-p-p-p-p-p-p-p-leeeease!), Toonami and so forth.
These days, though, nostalgia's been hitting me harder in other areas. While I have been doing some writing this week on the way to school, a lot of old feelings about life started stirring up again. Like how friends were always around to hang out and you didn't have to always need the bus or train to get ot them. Sometimes, you just had to walk and there you go! I miss playing basketball with my peeps. I miss those days when you sat your ass on the floor in front of the TV and either watched anime or played video games with your best friends. I miss having that feeling like you mattered a lot.
Let me pause on that last thought. While I understand that some may perceive me as being a little melodramatic, truth is, it does sometimes feel like I get taken for granted. Doing the world favors, doing this or that for everyone, needing to cater to everyone else's feelings, needs or agendas. Despite how "emo", dramatic or whiny it sounds, I'm very sure all of you can relate in one shape or form. For me, there has to be, at some point or another where you can be entitled to silence everything around you. I've always been one to submit and follow orders, which is fine. We all have our bosses, leaders, etc.
In the words of Mike Tyson, "I dunno man". Perhaps the Recession has brought out the nostalgia, cynicism, frustration and longing for all that I ever asked for. I won't lie, most of what I wanted and asked for is here and now in my life and grateful for it but deep down, it just ain't enough. Perhaps part of it because of how social networking has made us, the human race, electronically bonded but humanly distant. Maybe even the fact that we have to go out and work harder (or just work, period) and when playtime does come in, we go overboard as though we've never played before. I think the hardest thing is how friendships are taken too lightly are often taken for granted.
Perhaps I'm going on one hell of a ramble but bear with me readers, it's worth it (and I need it). One of my bands' (Brotherhood Of Outcasts particularly) fans made me come to a very harsh conclusion. It's a harsh, pathetic but also a very honest one -- I'm nowhere near as motivated as I once was -- musically, spiritually, mentally and even emotionally.
Musically? If I'm not on a stage, in a gig or performing anywhere, I have no desire to even pick my guitar up. Kind of sad because it's a very electric part of who I am.
Spiritually, I find myself at times wanting to be with the Body and at times I want to be distant. I'm all in to see God's all but at the same time, my impatience gets the best of me and wishes God would grab me wherever I'm at in a literal sense and do something. There are days I could grab God and hug him to pieces and there are days, when I fixate on my frustrations with life, I give Him the silent treatment (although eventually, I'll go to Him).
Mentally, the only times I find myself being challenged and stimulated in learning and experiencing more is when I'm either with a few friends or with my girlfriend. Why? They don't/haven't lived the same lives I do. Let's be real shall we? I'm a 26 year old, 3/4 time worker at a gym, part-time student at a 4 year CUNY school, oldest kid of a family raised by Pentecostal parents and the only thing I've ever had to worry about was going to school and doing honest work. I've never experienced any abuse in the harshest sense of the word. Yes, I enjoy the occasional 'rita or some wine but that's as far as I ever go. I'm not a wild party person but not a housecat. I'm not squeaky clean but I'm not a train-wreck of debauchery either. I've never been homeless even though, in life, I've faced the very real possibility. I've never had to fight an addiction or a habit but I can't say I've never been tempted either. Sure, I like to take a risk every now and then but it's never anything over the top.
Emotionally? I'm far from being a complete whack job but there are days when I can hold my own like a Juggernaut but then there are days when I need to be pinned to the wall and be told to calm the hell down. I really am grateful for every time that my friends have been there to help me keep myself in perspective and love how my girlfriend reminds me of the strong hunk of a man that I have to be and meant to be -- life lessons included. I'm not going to say that I entirely have it all figured out but I can't say I'm entirely blind as a bat either. Michelle always reminds me that when I get a little edgy, just write. Some days it's easy and some days I just want to crawl under a pebble -- even though it'll look like a pebble is on top of me as debris!
Now that I got all of that rambling out of my mind, here's some news. For those awaiting for a solo release of the book 3ra, it ain't happening. Why? I've decided to compile Taking Over Me, Walk This Realm and 3ra all into one volume, which will be called Vol. 1. It will have all the front and back covers of those books but from now one, I'll have them all in one big book. As far as art and poetry, you will still see the combinations although now I may also include some pieces separately.
Well, I'm sorry for the load I just dumped on you but I'm done. Good night!
These days, though, nostalgia's been hitting me harder in other areas. While I have been doing some writing this week on the way to school, a lot of old feelings about life started stirring up again. Like how friends were always around to hang out and you didn't have to always need the bus or train to get ot them. Sometimes, you just had to walk and there you go! I miss playing basketball with my peeps. I miss those days when you sat your ass on the floor in front of the TV and either watched anime or played video games with your best friends. I miss having that feeling like you mattered a lot.
Let me pause on that last thought. While I understand that some may perceive me as being a little melodramatic, truth is, it does sometimes feel like I get taken for granted. Doing the world favors, doing this or that for everyone, needing to cater to everyone else's feelings, needs or agendas. Despite how "emo", dramatic or whiny it sounds, I'm very sure all of you can relate in one shape or form. For me, there has to be, at some point or another where you can be entitled to silence everything around you. I've always been one to submit and follow orders, which is fine. We all have our bosses, leaders, etc.
In the words of Mike Tyson, "I dunno man". Perhaps the Recession has brought out the nostalgia, cynicism, frustration and longing for all that I ever asked for. I won't lie, most of what I wanted and asked for is here and now in my life and grateful for it but deep down, it just ain't enough. Perhaps part of it because of how social networking has made us, the human race, electronically bonded but humanly distant. Maybe even the fact that we have to go out and work harder (or just work, period) and when playtime does come in, we go overboard as though we've never played before. I think the hardest thing is how friendships are taken too lightly are often taken for granted.
Perhaps I'm going on one hell of a ramble but bear with me readers, it's worth it (and I need it). One of my bands' (Brotherhood Of Outcasts particularly) fans made me come to a very harsh conclusion. It's a harsh, pathetic but also a very honest one -- I'm nowhere near as motivated as I once was -- musically, spiritually, mentally and even emotionally.
Musically? If I'm not on a stage, in a gig or performing anywhere, I have no desire to even pick my guitar up. Kind of sad because it's a very electric part of who I am.
Spiritually, I find myself at times wanting to be with the Body and at times I want to be distant. I'm all in to see God's all but at the same time, my impatience gets the best of me and wishes God would grab me wherever I'm at in a literal sense and do something. There are days I could grab God and hug him to pieces and there are days, when I fixate on my frustrations with life, I give Him the silent treatment (although eventually, I'll go to Him).
Mentally, the only times I find myself being challenged and stimulated in learning and experiencing more is when I'm either with a few friends or with my girlfriend. Why? They don't/haven't lived the same lives I do. Let's be real shall we? I'm a 26 year old, 3/4 time worker at a gym, part-time student at a 4 year CUNY school, oldest kid of a family raised by Pentecostal parents and the only thing I've ever had to worry about was going to school and doing honest work. I've never experienced any abuse in the harshest sense of the word. Yes, I enjoy the occasional 'rita or some wine but that's as far as I ever go. I'm not a wild party person but not a housecat. I'm not squeaky clean but I'm not a train-wreck of debauchery either. I've never been homeless even though, in life, I've faced the very real possibility. I've never had to fight an addiction or a habit but I can't say I've never been tempted either. Sure, I like to take a risk every now and then but it's never anything over the top.
Emotionally? I'm far from being a complete whack job but there are days when I can hold my own like a Juggernaut but then there are days when I need to be pinned to the wall and be told to calm the hell down. I really am grateful for every time that my friends have been there to help me keep myself in perspective and love how my girlfriend reminds me of the strong hunk of a man that I have to be and meant to be -- life lessons included. I'm not going to say that I entirely have it all figured out but I can't say I'm entirely blind as a bat either. Michelle always reminds me that when I get a little edgy, just write. Some days it's easy and some days I just want to crawl under a pebble -- even though it'll look like a pebble is on top of me as debris!
Now that I got all of that rambling out of my mind, here's some news. For those awaiting for a solo release of the book 3ra, it ain't happening. Why? I've decided to compile Taking Over Me, Walk This Realm and 3ra all into one volume, which will be called Vol. 1. It will have all the front and back covers of those books but from now one, I'll have them all in one big book. As far as art and poetry, you will still see the combinations although now I may also include some pieces separately.
Well, I'm sorry for the load I just dumped on you but I'm done. Good night!
6.12.2011
3 years later
I want to first thank my girlfriend Shell for letting us treat each other to a nice 6 month anniversary together. We had some good laughs, some fun and some peace as well. As usual, the tricky part is saying goodnight to each other. Yes, we ended up seeing Bridesmaids. It was better than I feared it to be. I believe that if we had the time (and energy), we most likely would've snuck ourselves into seeing Hangover Part II yet again!
Now as I settle in and the new day ushers itself in, it's a two-sided coin. On one hand, it's one of my cousins' birthday, which I will celebrate no matter what. Yams is that sweet funny cousin you'll always have around. On the other hand, it's been 3 years since Bernice's passing. What sucks is that I'll never be able to be "over it" or "grow numb to it". Heck, even those feelings of the whole "should've, would've, could've" have yet to subside. I will admit, however, it doesn't sting in the way it once did. The thought of it doesn't bust me wide open anymore. It feels like a scab that's beginning to go through the healing process. It doesn't depress me to a bad degree anymore. It's not that it doesn't devastate -- it simply no longer devastates to the magnitude it once did. The feelings of sorrow, regret, nostalgia and agony are still existent but it's the extent of it that isn't as prominent. I can say that's a good thing because I've needed that sense of, not numbness but rather a sense of peace about it. Perhaps I'm not 100% about it but I'm slowly getting there. You can only cry, weep, mourn and go insane for so long before you decide to let your life move forward instead of being stuck on pause. If you keep looking left or right instead of keeping your eyes on the prize, it's likely you'll see your life pass you by.
Now as I settle in and the new day ushers itself in, it's a two-sided coin. On one hand, it's one of my cousins' birthday, which I will celebrate no matter what. Yams is that sweet funny cousin you'll always have around. On the other hand, it's been 3 years since Bernice's passing. What sucks is that I'll never be able to be "over it" or "grow numb to it". Heck, even those feelings of the whole "should've, would've, could've" have yet to subside. I will admit, however, it doesn't sting in the way it once did. The thought of it doesn't bust me wide open anymore. It feels like a scab that's beginning to go through the healing process. It doesn't depress me to a bad degree anymore. It's not that it doesn't devastate -- it simply no longer devastates to the magnitude it once did. The feelings of sorrow, regret, nostalgia and agony are still existent but it's the extent of it that isn't as prominent. I can say that's a good thing because I've needed that sense of, not numbness but rather a sense of peace about it. Perhaps I'm not 100% about it but I'm slowly getting there. You can only cry, weep, mourn and go insane for so long before you decide to let your life move forward instead of being stuck on pause. If you keep looking left or right instead of keeping your eyes on the prize, it's likely you'll see your life pass you by.
6.05.2011
Gonzalez-Rosado pride
So yesterday I was doing a lot of thinking in regards to my family, my heritage and how, in a lot of ways, they make up parts of who and how I am. I gotta say, there is, indeed, quite a lot!
I remember having a talk with my dad about the Gonzalez family and how they are of Spaniard and European descent. It makes a lot of sense too since my grandpa Paco, his brothers and their ancestors all are light skinned (although a little red) with hazel eyes. Damn it do I wish I had inherited those eyes! Anyone who knows one of my family members, while we do give each other space, holy $#!t you better run for the hills if you mess with a Gonzalez! They get very verbal, protective and downright angry! When it comes to women, the Gonzalez clan are all about fidelity, protection, love, affection and having a certain level of solidarity, even if we can be quite the cavemen. Probably the only weird thing is how more socially reserved we can be. They just put you slightly at arm's length once married. Why? Whatever goes on, it's a team effort and despise outside interference, regardless if it's good interference or otherwise.
Then, from what I've learned, the Rosados are a bit different. My mom's side just so happens to have a bit of Italian blood in them thanks to my great grandpa, who was a Filpi. While that may be just a minor piece in the makeup, it seems to explain why us Rosados are so damn close as family! Anyone who knows an Italian family knows for sure they when it comes to family, they are tight and that part of the Rosado blood seems to very much be prevalent. My mom's side also happen to have a touch of redhead in their ancestry somewhere -- that's probably why I've always had a thing for red hair (laughs)! I digress from the humor.
One thing I managed to get from both ends is quite a bit of lightning. I get a little protective over my babygirl just like my dad, a sweetheart and hopeless romantic like both and have the poetic and music madness from both sides. I found out that my uncle Fen had a hidden book of poems, mom had a whole book of poems and anecdotes and my uncle Edwin from my dad's side was quite the poet. In addition, my uncle Rex from the Rosados was my first guitar teacher (and broke me in to Creed, Bush, Santana amongst others) and my grandpa Paco from the Gonzalezs has been playing guitar for years on end. I'd liken him a bit to Johnny Cash, Jose Feliciano and Bob Dylan though. The musical aspect seemed to have always caught on with my siblings too. My brother, at one point, was playing drums, Bernice almost ended up in a music school before she passed on and Tiff once had fronted a band known as Broken Strings. I happen to always end up, in one way or another, being a front man in a band, whether I want to or not but it's always a joy.
With all that said, I got a lot to be proud of when it comes to my heritage as a Hispanic of European descent that happened to, by grace, be blessed with a lot in my hands. Like they say, "to much is given, much is required".
I remember having a talk with my dad about the Gonzalez family and how they are of Spaniard and European descent. It makes a lot of sense too since my grandpa Paco, his brothers and their ancestors all are light skinned (although a little red) with hazel eyes. Damn it do I wish I had inherited those eyes! Anyone who knows one of my family members, while we do give each other space, holy $#!t you better run for the hills if you mess with a Gonzalez! They get very verbal, protective and downright angry! When it comes to women, the Gonzalez clan are all about fidelity, protection, love, affection and having a certain level of solidarity, even if we can be quite the cavemen. Probably the only weird thing is how more socially reserved we can be. They just put you slightly at arm's length once married. Why? Whatever goes on, it's a team effort and despise outside interference, regardless if it's good interference or otherwise.
Then, from what I've learned, the Rosados are a bit different. My mom's side just so happens to have a bit of Italian blood in them thanks to my great grandpa, who was a Filpi. While that may be just a minor piece in the makeup, it seems to explain why us Rosados are so damn close as family! Anyone who knows an Italian family knows for sure they when it comes to family, they are tight and that part of the Rosado blood seems to very much be prevalent. My mom's side also happen to have a touch of redhead in their ancestry somewhere -- that's probably why I've always had a thing for red hair (laughs)! I digress from the humor.
One thing I managed to get from both ends is quite a bit of lightning. I get a little protective over my babygirl just like my dad, a sweetheart and hopeless romantic like both and have the poetic and music madness from both sides. I found out that my uncle Fen had a hidden book of poems, mom had a whole book of poems and anecdotes and my uncle Edwin from my dad's side was quite the poet. In addition, my uncle Rex from the Rosados was my first guitar teacher (and broke me in to Creed, Bush, Santana amongst others) and my grandpa Paco from the Gonzalezs has been playing guitar for years on end. I'd liken him a bit to Johnny Cash, Jose Feliciano and Bob Dylan though. The musical aspect seemed to have always caught on with my siblings too. My brother, at one point, was playing drums, Bernice almost ended up in a music school before she passed on and Tiff once had fronted a band known as Broken Strings. I happen to always end up, in one way or another, being a front man in a band, whether I want to or not but it's always a joy.
With all that said, I got a lot to be proud of when it comes to my heritage as a Hispanic of European descent that happened to, by grace, be blessed with a lot in my hands. Like they say, "to much is given, much is required".
6.02.2011
Atlantic City!
Hey my fellow Ronsters!
I'm back, refreshed and a bit renewed. This getaway was not only something my girlfriend and I needed, it was something that helped refresh my perspective. As it is, I feel, in some ways, reinvigorated and a little more ready to take on this darn world.
This was my first trip ever to Atlantic City. Of course, they have multiple resorts to stay at. I managed to get Harrah's and I must say, the view there, in my opinion, was pretty darn nice. That isn't to say I didn't check out the other places, even if just from the outside.
The Boardwalk by the Showboat resort was pretty sweet as it seemed to be a much more glorified version of Coney Island's Luna City. The food at the Waterfront Buffet was very diverse and delicious. Nothing topped it off like a good cup of Chocolate Soy Milk Gelato! Their selection of fish, meat, dessert and the rest was nummy, as my girlfriend would say.
While I'm not a gambling man, yes, I did end up using the free $10 they gave me to hit the slot machines a bit. I finally understand why people get sucked in -- you start with $10, somehow crank up and get up to $15-$20. You then suddenly get a little greedy and before you know it, you're broke! You can talk all you want about moderation or controlling yourself, you will get sucked in!
The trip itself? Michelle drove at about 75 MPH and got us there in 1.5 hours instead of the 2.5 hours it should've taken. It took, however, 2 hours to head back to Staten Island due to some last minute traffic as we crossed back there.
I finally got to meet my girlfriend's latest addition to the family, Goldie! That's one big dog but I gotta say, she's a beauty and apparently has found a master and best friend in Michelle's brother.
With all said and done, I also managed to fully recover from bronchitis. I managed to go on for almost half the day without the use of the inhaler.
I'm exited of getting back to school while also enjoying this free time, as well as getting back to work tomorrow.
I have yet to see Hangover II but that isn't to say I haven't read reviews nor heard people's take on it. All I know is, I can't wait to check it out. I enjoyed the first simply because I connected with the characters in one form or another.
Apparently, I'm slowly able to intake lactose again so I guess my body just needed a vacation from milk. Pork-wise, well, it seems like I can't take it in entirely yet. I didn't puke out a few ribs I had at the buffet but I can't say I can intake it without feeling something funny in the gut.
As far as how this little vacation has refreshed my mind, I'll say this -- it's helped me step outside from my view, even for one second and learn to see the bigger picture. I have yet to find a balance between optimism and realism but I'll get there someday. Meanwhile, I'll just keep writing, studying, working and keep maturing in my faith in the meantime.
I'm back, refreshed and a bit renewed. This getaway was not only something my girlfriend and I needed, it was something that helped refresh my perspective. As it is, I feel, in some ways, reinvigorated and a little more ready to take on this darn world.
This was my first trip ever to Atlantic City. Of course, they have multiple resorts to stay at. I managed to get Harrah's and I must say, the view there, in my opinion, was pretty darn nice. That isn't to say I didn't check out the other places, even if just from the outside.
The Boardwalk by the Showboat resort was pretty sweet as it seemed to be a much more glorified version of Coney Island's Luna City. The food at the Waterfront Buffet was very diverse and delicious. Nothing topped it off like a good cup of Chocolate Soy Milk Gelato! Their selection of fish, meat, dessert and the rest was nummy, as my girlfriend would say.
While I'm not a gambling man, yes, I did end up using the free $10 they gave me to hit the slot machines a bit. I finally understand why people get sucked in -- you start with $10, somehow crank up and get up to $15-$20. You then suddenly get a little greedy and before you know it, you're broke! You can talk all you want about moderation or controlling yourself, you will get sucked in!
The trip itself? Michelle drove at about 75 MPH and got us there in 1.5 hours instead of the 2.5 hours it should've taken. It took, however, 2 hours to head back to Staten Island due to some last minute traffic as we crossed back there.
I finally got to meet my girlfriend's latest addition to the family, Goldie! That's one big dog but I gotta say, she's a beauty and apparently has found a master and best friend in Michelle's brother.
With all said and done, I also managed to fully recover from bronchitis. I managed to go on for almost half the day without the use of the inhaler.
I'm exited of getting back to school while also enjoying this free time, as well as getting back to work tomorrow.
I have yet to see Hangover II but that isn't to say I haven't read reviews nor heard people's take on it. All I know is, I can't wait to check it out. I enjoyed the first simply because I connected with the characters in one form or another.
Apparently, I'm slowly able to intake lactose again so I guess my body just needed a vacation from milk. Pork-wise, well, it seems like I can't take it in entirely yet. I didn't puke out a few ribs I had at the buffet but I can't say I can intake it without feeling something funny in the gut.
As far as how this little vacation has refreshed my mind, I'll say this -- it's helped me step outside from my view, even for one second and learn to see the bigger picture. I have yet to find a balance between optimism and realism but I'll get there someday. Meanwhile, I'll just keep writing, studying, working and keep maturing in my faith in the meantime.
5.29.2011
Until Thursday
My fellow Ronsters,
Just letting you guys know that aside from an early morning fb post, you won't be hearing from me until after Thursday afternoon. Why? I'm getting away with Michelle to the wonderful world of Atlantic City! I honestly haven't felt this exited about getting away in a long time and to have my partner in crime with me to get away with is absolute bliss.
Thought I'd also update you guys in terms of writing. It's mostly on pause for now but as it is, by a commendable request by my long time and great friend Bryan, I'm considering to fuse all three books into one. Granted, they will all be considered three separate (albeit big) chapters but all into one. Why this change?
1. It's cost-effective. It'll definitely be cheaper for everyone to buy one big book at a good price.
2. More enjoyment. It's certainly a pain in the butt to reach for the next book -- unless it's right in there!
3. Less work. Yep, less proofreading separately and it'll be all right in there for a good edit before it goes to print.
So consider this next book part re-release and part new release altogether.
Lately, I've been freshening up my music playlist. It always helps to refreshen your musical inspiration by listening to something a little different from the norm. For me, I've been tuning into some Lifehouse (No Name Face, Who We Are, Smoke & Mirrors), The recent Kirk Franklin release (Hello Fear) and especially some Joe Satriani (Flying in a Blue Dream, The Extremist). Who knows what else I'll be checking out next month. It's a slight change given that I was usually listening to a mix of Red, Decyfer Down, Michael Jackson, Skillet, Killswitch Engage and Demon Hunter within the past five months.
I've also fallen in love with Daisy Rock guitars. Yeah, I know, this is coming from a guy who loves Paul Reed Smith and Ibanez guitars over any other brand. Why? I recently jumped on one of their single cut models and was surprised at their tone. It had a very solid Ibanez sound to it and this is given that I had it plugged to a Peavey amp with the settings on Tubescreamer and JSX amp head model mode. I would have no shame in parting with my Epiphone LP Special II at this point. Of course, this goes without saying that I finally got to try the Paul Reed Smith SE Single Cut with trem -- it is still the only guitar that trumps that Daisy Rock single cut I latched onto during my visit to Guitar Center.
Now here's a better question you might ask -- Ron, what is it with you and single cut guitars? It's simple, who doesn't love a guitar with an hourglass type of body? I always consider other model types akin to Strats, Explorers, double cutaways, Telecasters and even SG models in the masculine light. I grab one of those and always call 'em boys. When I jump onto single cut type of guitars, I always call 'em my babygirls and always use the term, "she" on them.
Now for my first brief review, Mortal Kombat. Yes, the reboot. I'll go off initially saying the following -- it goes up with Super Street Fighter 4, Tekken 6 and Marvel vs. Capcom 3 as one of the best new fighting game releases of this current console generation. My biggest joy about it is how it sets the record straight and streamlines the story in a way that makes a world more of sense in contrast to before. You discover how Cyrax and Sektor came to be, how the Lin Kuei turned into an army of cyborgs, why the Outworld Invasion had happened in MK3 and even why MK3 even happened. I won't ruin the ending nor most of the story but I will say this -- you don't bypass Quan Chi. He is a far bigger threat than Goro, Shang Tsung and even Shao Kahn. Graphically, it runs on the Unreal engine just like Gears Of War and Unreal Tournament. The controls are probably the more awkward part of the game. For the most part, everything moves smoothly but when it comes to some characters and their combo's button input, it could've used a little tweaking. Raiden has a nice five hit combo and yet the input is just awkward. Character-wise, Rain and Motaro were left out, which may cause a stir with people who loved him in MK Trilogy. Additionally, Motaro is not only unplayable (like Kahn, Goro and Kintaro) but only makes a brief appearance in the game. You don't even fight him. As I did once for a few music review, I'll do the pro/con rundown on this game.
+great visuals
+almost all MK Trilogy characters
+story is simpler to understand
+fatalities are awesome
+lots of unlockables
+multiple modes to keep you busy once you're done with story mode
+Downloadable Content consists of retro costumes and fatalities for Scorpion, Sub Zero, Reptile,
Ermac, Kitana and Mileena
-Rain, Goro, Kintaro, Motaro and Shao Kahn are unplayable
-button inputs to some character combos are awkward
-you may complain if you miss the old fighting engine from Deadly Alliance and Deception.
So until my return from Atlantic City, blessing and peace be upon you all.
Love,
Ron Gunz
Just letting you guys know that aside from an early morning fb post, you won't be hearing from me until after Thursday afternoon. Why? I'm getting away with Michelle to the wonderful world of Atlantic City! I honestly haven't felt this exited about getting away in a long time and to have my partner in crime with me to get away with is absolute bliss.
Thought I'd also update you guys in terms of writing. It's mostly on pause for now but as it is, by a commendable request by my long time and great friend Bryan, I'm considering to fuse all three books into one. Granted, they will all be considered three separate (albeit big) chapters but all into one. Why this change?
1. It's cost-effective. It'll definitely be cheaper for everyone to buy one big book at a good price.
2. More enjoyment. It's certainly a pain in the butt to reach for the next book -- unless it's right in there!
3. Less work. Yep, less proofreading separately and it'll be all right in there for a good edit before it goes to print.
So consider this next book part re-release and part new release altogether.
Lately, I've been freshening up my music playlist. It always helps to refreshen your musical inspiration by listening to something a little different from the norm. For me, I've been tuning into some Lifehouse (No Name Face, Who We Are, Smoke & Mirrors), The recent Kirk Franklin release (Hello Fear) and especially some Joe Satriani (Flying in a Blue Dream, The Extremist). Who knows what else I'll be checking out next month. It's a slight change given that I was usually listening to a mix of Red, Decyfer Down, Michael Jackson, Skillet, Killswitch Engage and Demon Hunter within the past five months.
I've also fallen in love with Daisy Rock guitars. Yeah, I know, this is coming from a guy who loves Paul Reed Smith and Ibanez guitars over any other brand. Why? I recently jumped on one of their single cut models and was surprised at their tone. It had a very solid Ibanez sound to it and this is given that I had it plugged to a Peavey amp with the settings on Tubescreamer and JSX amp head model mode. I would have no shame in parting with my Epiphone LP Special II at this point. Of course, this goes without saying that I finally got to try the Paul Reed Smith SE Single Cut with trem -- it is still the only guitar that trumps that Daisy Rock single cut I latched onto during my visit to Guitar Center.
Now here's a better question you might ask -- Ron, what is it with you and single cut guitars? It's simple, who doesn't love a guitar with an hourglass type of body? I always consider other model types akin to Strats, Explorers, double cutaways, Telecasters and even SG models in the masculine light. I grab one of those and always call 'em boys. When I jump onto single cut type of guitars, I always call 'em my babygirls and always use the term, "she" on them.
Now for my first brief review, Mortal Kombat. Yes, the reboot. I'll go off initially saying the following -- it goes up with Super Street Fighter 4, Tekken 6 and Marvel vs. Capcom 3 as one of the best new fighting game releases of this current console generation. My biggest joy about it is how it sets the record straight and streamlines the story in a way that makes a world more of sense in contrast to before. You discover how Cyrax and Sektor came to be, how the Lin Kuei turned into an army of cyborgs, why the Outworld Invasion had happened in MK3 and even why MK3 even happened. I won't ruin the ending nor most of the story but I will say this -- you don't bypass Quan Chi. He is a far bigger threat than Goro, Shang Tsung and even Shao Kahn. Graphically, it runs on the Unreal engine just like Gears Of War and Unreal Tournament. The controls are probably the more awkward part of the game. For the most part, everything moves smoothly but when it comes to some characters and their combo's button input, it could've used a little tweaking. Raiden has a nice five hit combo and yet the input is just awkward. Character-wise, Rain and Motaro were left out, which may cause a stir with people who loved him in MK Trilogy. Additionally, Motaro is not only unplayable (like Kahn, Goro and Kintaro) but only makes a brief appearance in the game. You don't even fight him. As I did once for a few music review, I'll do the pro/con rundown on this game.
+great visuals
+almost all MK Trilogy characters
+story is simpler to understand
+fatalities are awesome
+lots of unlockables
+multiple modes to keep you busy once you're done with story mode
+Downloadable Content consists of retro costumes and fatalities for Scorpion, Sub Zero, Reptile,
Ermac, Kitana and Mileena
-Rain, Goro, Kintaro, Motaro and Shao Kahn are unplayable
-button inputs to some character combos are awkward
-you may complain if you miss the old fighting engine from Deadly Alliance and Deception.
So until my return from Atlantic City, blessing and peace be upon you all.
Love,
Ron Gunz
5.25.2011
One of those days
The end of cold weather, snow, spring semester and the beginning of the sunny-ness. Yeah, it's that time ladies and gents. Summer, oh how I love and loathe thee. Your days are scorching but your nights are soothing. I must admit, the first five months of this year have been different than my usual. They had their share of drama, craziness, sadness, joy, peace and contemplation. Has it been worth it? You damn right it has. It's through all those moments that I've learned, grown and in some ways changed.
As I write this, yeah I'm dealing with my days of recovering from this light case of bronchitis and perhaps my life is a little weird but at the same time, I'm a little more at peace. Perhaps it's because after stumbling on the same circumstances in life, I've learned to react a little differently. Like seriously, how many times can someone react to something in their life the same way before they learn that a different approach might help a little bit?
I'm surprised I had something to write today because I've felt a bit of writer's block. Heck, I'm despising the fact that the blog I wrote about May 21 is the most viewed blog. I like that people decided to read but I'm also pissed because, well, seriously, were you really worried? The darn knucklehead that predicted that is in hiding like the spineless twirp he is. Heck, according to my dad, someone shut him down on his own show.
I guess I'll continue with my memoir while I'm here sitting at home healing up. Thought I'd let you all know that from May 30th to June 1st, you won't be hearing from me. Why? A lovely getaway, enough said.
In the process, I want to thank 'chelle for being there for me this week when I got hit with bronchitis. I swear I appreciate every last thing she's ever done for me. Yes, people, go ahead and get your barf bags out just because I'm being a little mushy.
By the way folks, the latest Pirates movie is pretty dang good. What I like about this movie series is the fact that you can watch each of them without feeling left out about the previous film. I haven't seen the first three in their entirety yet I never felt lost while watching On Stranger Tides. Depp and Cruz were graceful throughout the film. Blackbeard stole the show in my book simply due to his first appearance and his freaking awesome powers due to his sword. I found it clever how they gave the whole legend of Ponce De Leon and the Fountain of Youth a whole new twist. It definitely gave it a fresh take and good element to the whole chase of it. All I will say is, Sparrow is one tricky s.o.b.!
As I write this, yeah I'm dealing with my days of recovering from this light case of bronchitis and perhaps my life is a little weird but at the same time, I'm a little more at peace. Perhaps it's because after stumbling on the same circumstances in life, I've learned to react a little differently. Like seriously, how many times can someone react to something in their life the same way before they learn that a different approach might help a little bit?
I'm surprised I had something to write today because I've felt a bit of writer's block. Heck, I'm despising the fact that the blog I wrote about May 21 is the most viewed blog. I like that people decided to read but I'm also pissed because, well, seriously, were you really worried? The darn knucklehead that predicted that is in hiding like the spineless twirp he is. Heck, according to my dad, someone shut him down on his own show.
I guess I'll continue with my memoir while I'm here sitting at home healing up. Thought I'd let you all know that from May 30th to June 1st, you won't be hearing from me. Why? A lovely getaway, enough said.
In the process, I want to thank 'chelle for being there for me this week when I got hit with bronchitis. I swear I appreciate every last thing she's ever done for me. Yes, people, go ahead and get your barf bags out just because I'm being a little mushy.
By the way folks, the latest Pirates movie is pretty dang good. What I like about this movie series is the fact that you can watch each of them without feeling left out about the previous film. I haven't seen the first three in their entirety yet I never felt lost while watching On Stranger Tides. Depp and Cruz were graceful throughout the film. Blackbeard stole the show in my book simply due to his first appearance and his freaking awesome powers due to his sword. I found it clever how they gave the whole legend of Ponce De Leon and the Fountain of Youth a whole new twist. It definitely gave it a fresh take and good element to the whole chase of it. All I will say is, Sparrow is one tricky s.o.b.!
5.20.2011
The 5.21.11 hoax!
I thought that out of my people, I'd go ahead and write on it. For those not in the know, there's this whole rumor of the world ending May 21, 2011...or the rapture if you will. Where did this come from? There's this book that's been going around called The Doomsday Code. According to the book, the rapture's happening tomorrow and the Earth itself will cease to exist on October 20, 2011. It's justification for such an obscene prediction is all twisted numerological pseudo-science humbug. Nitpicking numbers, times and dates like it's The DaVinci Code!
I'll say this -- this would've made as a good fictional account but to be put out and promoted last minute? This is some humbug! 1984 has more premise than this! What puts me in such an uproar is that these (God, I need to say it this way at best) freaking jack@$$e$ completely bypass essential things told to us by the New Testament!
Matthew 24.36, "But concerning that day and hour no one knows, not even the angels of heaven, nor the Son but the Father only."
1 Thessalonians 5.2-4, "For you yourselves are fully aware that the day of the Lord will come like a thief in the night. While people are saying, "There is peace and security," then sudden destruction will come upon them as labor pains come upon a pregnant woman, and they will not escape. But you are not in darkness, brothers, for that day to surprise you like a thief."
Seriously, folks, no one -- not even angels, heck, not even Jesus himself! If the very Son of God doesn't know (all of which he's the one talking in that verse), who the heck are we to con people with this?! The Apostle Paul in Thessalonians is saying flat out that it's like the RKO out of nowhere! You won't be able to see it coming. You never know when a thief's gonna break in and it'll be just like that.
In closing I'll say this -- to those getting bamboozled, chill the heck out! It's definitely not going to happen. Why? God's isn't going to tell us the time and date, we won't see it coming. It could happen next week, in a few minutes, Sunday, Thanksgiving, Chanukah, Valentine's Day, the next Presidential election or even on my birthday! I rest my darn case.
5.16.2011
Come Clarity: A Sense of Purpose
A Few hours ago, I wrote a pretty brutal note/blog, asking for the world to be silent. Believe me, to those that gave it to me, thank you, from the sincerest of my heart, especially Frankie Carrion. You're still, in my heart, one of my best friends for this reason -- you know when Ronnie's mad to steer clear and let him think...then check up on him.
I found myself reflecting things I love and love less about people in my life. Thankfully, there are actually few people that are poison to my life -- it just so happens that it's all on how you take it as it comes. I found myself reflecting on who I am, who I'm meant to be, my strengths and, above all, my many MANY weaknesses and shortcomings. Some of these weaknesses are costing me, if not already, cost me dearly -- perhaps nearly severing very important relationships in my life.
My stubbornness is my biggest strength because it helps show how big a heart I have and how courageous (sometimes heroic) I can be in the face of adversity and tragedy. On the flip side, it also is my most fatal weakness because it results in short temperance, occasional selfish behavior and even saying things I don't mean that will bury me later. I admit that at times I either don't listen to those around me or I listen too much to hear my own inner voice.
To those who got ticked at what I came off with or more so how I came off with what I said and asked for -- I'm sorry. I won't deny that someone told me I should've chosen my words wisely. Have to say, despite my writing ability, I reach a wording block, where in a fit of rant, I forget that some people are sensible to how I say certain things. Bryan, you get points for reminding me of that. Larry, you too.
I recognize that I'm called to a higher standard in my life. Ricky reminds me every time I look in his eyes. Thank you Ricky, for being the other tough figure in my spiritual walk asides from my dad. I sat here, writing down all of my strengths and weaknesses but also my talents and what I'm meant to do in this lifetime, however short it may be or not be. Believe me, there's a lot to measure up to. Some of it, I'm not even halfway there and other things I've yet to fully mature in. Everyone has a purpose to live and I don't think I've truly grasped it until now. When I did, it became the question of, "Okay, now that I clearly see what, who, where and why I need to be, how do I get there?"
It won't happen overnight, rest assured but I'm learning the first step -- humility. A man, even in his upmost pride, needs to hit his knees and recognize that in his pride and self-deception, he will not only suffer a fall but also a deafening crash! Oh boy, I've seen my deafening crash coming but I'm putting a halt to it now! Some say, "oh, it's too late". Sorry folks, one thing I have learned is this -- while there's still life breathing in your body, there is hope. Where there is hope, there is the opportunity and even the willpower to change. It ain't easy. Heck, it can be hell, but it can be done.
You know the term, "I'll hold you to it"? That's a term I live by when it comes to people and it is how you can tell who can disappoint you and who's word is of honor sometimes. The "yes be your yes, your no be your no" if you will. Sometimes, though, it doesn't always apply because some that will initially let you down may surprise you in the end or later on and turn out to be your greatest allies.
I'm reminded now of an occasion where I kept telling Larry that I, "wasn't feeling well". He was mad because of disappointment and because I'd make him look bad. Later on, though, he understood what I meant. Those occasions, he knew I wasn't "not well" in the physical sense. He knew and understood it was in the emotional and mental sense of things. Boy, those were, what, seven or eight times? At a few occasions, I even asked for time off from the band. Unlike what I would've done, he respected my decision. Sure enough, before the sun set, I reassessed my feelings and thoughts and simply came back and rolled back in, doing what I enjoy most with B.O.O. This is where I realized my mistake with the ladyfriend -- she asked of me the very same yet I didn't give her that. Who knows how much better things would be (or would have been) had I done the same. Some will say it's too late and some will say there's hope. Who knows?
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