tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-49680119084896511282011-11-27T16:42:23.337-08:00about beats, life & culture.Jesus Talkshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11794952888166304089noreply@blogger.comBlogger951100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4968011908489651128.post-47809001826978068082010-05-28T00:00:00.000-07:002010-05-27T21:52:04.776-07:00

My 20s were great. I graduated college. I started great friendships. I became an uncle. I interviewed countless celebrities. I attended amazing concerts. I got married to the love of my life. I traveled for work and pleasure. I founded two nationally distributed pop culture magazines (became an EIC of one of them). I’ve learned the web game. I’m learning the cable industry, television programming

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Anyone who knows me knows I'm one damn proud Latino. How proud am I you ask? I'm so proud I even have a couple of Latino guilty pleasures. See below. 5. I enjoy watching Spanish language TV. Yes, it's cheesier than Fat Joe on a hot summer day but it's so over the top it's hard not to tune in. Overdramatic Latinos, bourgeois Latinos, poor Latinos, sex, cougars…it’s all there. 4. I think Vicks

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I love over-the-top reggaeton videos! Wisin y Yandel, arguably the largest artists of the genre, released a video for “Imagínate.” It features T-Pain, ageless Colombian hottie Paula Garces, Amaury Nolasco, and (it gets better) the greasiest mofo in Hollywood—Wilmer Valderrama. Here are a few notes:1. T-Pain looks like Goldilocks2. Wilmer dances reggaeton like he’s not wearing a rubber (pause)3.

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Hello personal blog, it's been a while. Since we last met I freakin’ walked (easy with the running, I'm still chubby) a marathon. Even better the marathon was the Avon Breast Cancer Walk. Here are a couple of things I learned the day of the walk. 1. Men don't really participate. I was definitely a minority within a minority within a minority—a Latin guy named Jesús. It felt like I was walking

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As part of our training for the Avon Breast Cancer Walk (donate here if you can) in October my wife and I completed a 5K run across the Brooklyn Bridge this past Sunday. We ran it in the pouring NYC rain and the sticky NYC humidity. As we reached the end there were a lot of well-wishers saying, "You're almost there," "way to go" etc. As we pass by a group of people a lady screams out "run for the

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Nowadays my appetite for cable TV has tripled. I'm not only watching guilty pleasures like Bad Girls Club but I'm also including various docs in my viewing diet. This past Sunday I caught TLC's 650-lb Virgin…yes, I know those two words go hand-in-hand. A couple of things I took away from it: a) good thing I'm losing weight, b) you know you're obese when your genital area looks like a huge flesh

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Grey's Anatomy is consuming my wife and her BFF Pris. Pris and Oz were in town from sunny San Diego so we decided to go to the new Yankee (gag) Stadium and watch A-Rod walk three times. Even though the wives were entertained their convo mainly focused on the Grey season finale. They were even spotted on the Jumbotron and didn't realize it because Izzy is on her death bed aka the writers are

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I'm a mama's boy. It didn't hit me until I got married and called my mom a couple of times every day. She raised me the good ol’ Latino way: chancleta, metal spoon, Nintendo controller cord basically whatever she can get in a good whooping. Time outs are for sissies, kids. With Mother’s Day coming on Sunday it made me (and my ass) remember the top worst beatings she ever gave me. 5.At 2-years-old

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I planted a tree this past Saturday. I shit you not. The wife and I volunteered to plant trees in Pomonuc Park in Queens. I always wanted to do something green especially after watching Al Gore’s An Inconvenient Truth. This was the first time in a long time that I actually did hard manual labor. The last time was probably when I was skinning chickens with my pops at the butcher shop. I could do

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I've been fighting the battle of the bulge since the second grade. And the mofo's been winning more often than not. It’s tough coming from a Latino family with all the delicious food my mom can whip up. As a child I was a plumper because I had extra helpings of her food not fast food…actually I probably didn’t have a Big Mac until my high school years. I was only in shape from 17 to 21 or so.

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To say New York City is full of interesting people would be the freakin’ understatement of the century. This weekend was evidence that New Yorkers aren’t just interesting but annoying, dumb, gentle, negative, and did I mention annoying. Below are some of the “characters” I encountered this weekend. Mr. Chicken WingHe was a hefty guy at the doctor’s small office …with two buckets of KFC and a

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I say this because ever since I saw Slumdog Millionaire a few months back, every time I see a young Indian couple I think of the movie. Perhaps it’s just an innocent image association thing my mind plays on me. The fairy tale-ending flick (with the ill Bollywood dance number closer) has infiltrated my mind the same way City of God did. Even though I would love to travel to Brazil, there’s

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One of things I love/hate about marriage is the ridiculous mini fights. After a long day of work the exact words I want to hear on the other end of the phone are, "Why did you use the metal spatula on the pan?" Really? She continues, "You have to use the wooden spoon on that one...it's our only Teflon pan." Really? "This is the third time!" Really? It's a pan. Who gives a fruck? Apparently my

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OK so I'm jumping on Facebook's “25 things you should know about me” bandwagon . . . but I'm doing it with a twist. Rather than bore you with my facts, I'll list 25 things you should know about my wife. She’s prettier. 1. She's adorable, beautiful, sexy, etc.2. She's my wife. Sorry ladies I'm taken (word to TG)3. She dated losers in the past. I'm assuming.4. She's extremely close to her sister

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As I was perusing the New York newspaper sites this headline: “Former Hooters girl Melody Morales sues Hawaiian Tropic Zone for discrimination,” caught my eye. I didn’t click on it for the obvious (Hooters) but for the last name; I mean I gotta see what’s up with mi gente, right? Well, much to my chagrin it wasn’t the story I was looking for; not to say that she has no right to sue anyone but it’

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I have a confession: I love The Bad Girls Club. Yes, it's a guilty pleasure. Yes, it's on Oxygen (why the fuck am I watching that?). Yes, it's reality TV but I love it. The wife and I ended up watching a marathon on a day we were home sick from work. If you haven't seen it, just imagine taking all the wild girls from The Real World crew and arming them with a limo at their disposable. Clubs,

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This past Thursday I swung by the homie Ans' fiesta at Negril. With all the familiar faces it felt like a class reunion (one you wouldn't mind going to). The more and more I reminisced the more I felt removed from the hip-hop mag world. Even though it was less than two years ago it felt like a lifetime ago. I still love hip-hop culture and will ‘til God calls me up but things done changed. Yet

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I’m an avid Real World watcher. In my early 20s I would identify with some of the cast mates but now as a full blown adult I enjoy poking fun at them. It’s pure entertainment. Yet in the 20 seasons and counting and the over 100 cast mates their have only been around nine Latinos on the show. See below for the breakdown. L.A.: Irene was a cop. The cowboy virgin developed a crush on here. San

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I spent New Year’s Eve with a bunch of cumbia-loving Colombians. The wife, her fam and I attended a party in Queens which included food, an orchestra and a multitude of underdressed cougars. It was fun to get out of the routine of eating food and getting a blessing from the ‘rents (which I still got via phone). Even though the food was included in the cover price the liquor wasn’t so I pulled a ‘

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Ralph & Alice had Ed & Trixie; Doug & Carrie had Deacon & Kelly; Fred & Wilma had Barney & Betty. The wife and I do not have a go-to couple. You know, the pair of husband/wife or bf/gf that are the default double date peeps. Most of our friends are single and mingling for the exception of a few. Last week one of her bffs, Pris, came over the crib with her hubby Oz. And it was in-cred-ible. We

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Today marks the 25th anniversary of the release of Scarface. I saw Scarface when I was 10 and all I thought was, “Coño, Cubans are some cutthroat mofos.” It wasn’t until my college years when I realized the impact it had on my generation. Rappers, in particular, used Tony Montana’s story as inspiration and sprinkled references in their rhymes. Once I found out Tony was really an Italian-American

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So after doing some power prayers to the almighty G-O-D my pregnant sister, Mercedes is not pregnant anymore. She gave birth to a baby girl this past Sunday; she’s a preemie just like her uncle was back in 1980. She’s a tiny, tiny human being…all of four pounds. The doctors say she’ll be home for Christmas. Now on to her name. My big sis named her first-born Madison. Umm. OK. She named the new

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Once you get hitched the holidays become a negotiation. Unless you married an orphan, chances are you have to discuss which family you’ll be celebrating with. Thanksgiving is a toss-up; you can base it on which mother cooks better or you could do both—dinner at one place and dessert at the next. Now Christmas is the tricky one. As a Latino we do our partying on Christmas Eve while the 25th we

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It’s great to hear Juanes won pretty much every Latin Grammy last night. Dude is a huge, pause, talent and deserves all the awards he gets. I didn’t watch much of the Latin Grammys, I only caught Victor Manuelle’s ill performance. It was a ton of Latinos dancing stage with VM improvising, as he always does, with the audience. If a non-Latino would have switched to Univision at that moment they

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I’ve never been one to shy away from men’s magazines. I’m a subscriber to some (Playboy), have written for them (King), and even been an editor-in-chief (Fuego) to one. But even when I was an EIC of a lad mag I felt weird being at photo shoots where women would have to make to the camera. You always have to straddle the line between sexy and provocative. I was surfing the web this morning and

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My heart goes out to Barack Obama. He’s on the heels of becoming the first African-American prez in U.S. history and his grandmamma dies of cancer a day before Election Day. Every single person can relate to losing a loved one. My abuela, which I called Mami Maria, also died of cancer. She was a devout Evangelist but never once forced her faith upon me only her love. After my grandpop died at age

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I really want to see Zack & Miri Make a Porno this Friday but the wife isn’t down. She’s had her fill (pause) of Seth Rogen and his stoner comedy. I haven’t. Plus, it reminds me of the first porno I watched; don’t worry no graphic details here. I was 9 or 10 I believe, and everyone in my apartment was sound asleep. I crept out of bed and went to the living room to watch some cable. I had been

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Being named after God’s child is a pretty big responsibility. I love my name and wouldn’t change it for the world. So why do some people insist on calling me “Jose.” [Read here for past blog]. A publicist today emailed me (meaning she had my full name) and said “Hey Jose.” Is it that they simply assume since I’m Latino and have a name with a “J” that it must be Jose. Plus, Jesus is as common

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The big homie Omar Cruz finally dropped a video for his radio-friendly, Frankie J-assisted “To the Top.” It’s straight L.A.; it kinda of reminds me of Pac’s “I Get Around” clip but with a bunch of Latins in the mix. It was directed by Wilmer Valderrama (ehhh) and Fez also makes a corny cameo in it. But take the greasy fucker out of there and you have yourself the real OC rhyming and J singing

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Once I read this funkymind post I started thinking duke is right. Men won’t admit when another dude is good-looking. It’s what we do. I have three famous dudes I would really like to chill with (pause) not because of their looks but because they seem to be cool ass dudes. 1.Manny Ramirez—I love when Manny is being Manny. The dreadlocked dominicano makes any team he’s on instantly better. Plus, he

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As the world economy is approaching Mad Max times (I exaggerate because I’m a journalist) all is well with Goya. According to the Pasadena Star News the largest Latino-owned food biz is close to clocking in $1 billion in sales this year; which leads me to believe that in times of social distress Latinos can always rely on a can of beans. But it’s also a direct result of more people cooking at

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Don't let the smile fool ya.The two tattoos I have are very significant to me but what will I tell my children? You see, the other day I was hanging with my 2-year-old niece, Madison aka the Mad One, and she was as, she always is, a handful. I was rocking a wife beater and she pointed at my tat on my right upper arm; it’s of an Incan symbol my grandfather carved decades ago. She pointed at it,

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The headline says it all...(tear).Uno,Jesus

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I have a couple of gray hairs on my head (pause)! I can’t believe that at 28-year-old I have four strands of gray fuckin’ hair. The good thing is that you can only notice it if you’re face-to-face with me—which only my wife is. I guess there are three reasons for my gray hairs. 1.Republicans—The thought of having another four years under the Republican regime and the proposed bailout plan has me

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I feel shitty when I have spat with my wife. She’s the only person ever to make me feel like a douche after a fight. We got into over some stupidity (on my part) this past weekend and it completely messed up my vibe. Monday came and we still weren’t talking. My workday was difficult because she was on my mind. Should I get her flowers? Nah, then it will take away the value of flowers when I get

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I thought the whole fascination with dating a thug was gone but I was wrong. The above clip shows singer, La La (whose been attempting to pop off for years now) and her tips on dating a dbag thug. She would know because she’s got a single called “Sprung on a Thug” (nice, right) and she’s from L.A. where cholos are as rampant as hipsters at an underground rap show. Point here is that there should

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I just got back from a much needed vacation. The wife and I usually go outside the States but this recession is a mutha so we decided to go somewhere we would blend in easily—Miami. Plus we have good friends down there: my homie Jerome and her BFF Adriana. The one night I decide to drink and get buzzed I end up saying something offensive or so they tell me. It was Adri, Priscilla (my wife’s Cali

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I had my first photo shoot today. No, really, I did. The J-O is making me into a “star blogger” when we re-launch later this year and since I am on my way to be a “star” then I need my press shots. But seriously, the J-O made me do it. It was a bit awkward for a guy who’s been at photo shoots with rappers and models but never been in one. I felt a lil’ dbag-ish but I went along with it. The

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For last couple of months I finally have gotten serious about my health again. I've been hitting the gym with the homie Carl and even got myself a trainer. Throughout my life I've been pleasantly plump (with skinny periods in kindergarten and a brief stint as a creatine-drinking college student) and always went on diets only to gain the weight back. Having a trainer now is extremely helpful; when

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Standing outside my wife's job (Clear Channel) I notice a little boy stroll by with ginormous earrings. When I take a closer look I notice it's Bow Wow accompanied by some brolic dude (suckas need bodyguards). He must be here to be interviewed at Power 105, I think to myself. My second thought is I could kick the snot out of this kid. He was so tiny that my little bro-in-law Chris could kick his

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I try not to believe in stereotypes but when it comes to some NY Yankee fans it's hard not to. The wife scored some great seats to this past Saturday's game against Toronto. As an avid Mets fan I never gave two shits about the Bronx stadium but with this being its last year I had to touch down before it was gone. Before I went I mentioned it to Tony G. AKA my former boss AKA my mentor AKA my

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TV is rotting my wife’s brain. Mine too, yes, but I tend to watch more than just one type of genre. Even though she enjoys watching documentaries and NY Met games (not really) with me she is fan of privileged TV. Meaning she likes to watch the Axis of Evil: Gossip Girl, The Hills and now the new 90210. While we’re on the subject of 90210, what’s so “new” about it? Just because you add iPods and

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How can you know you're a good son? Ever since my dad suffered a stroke a couple of years ago I've asked myself this question over and over again. The stroke completely transformed my pop from an independent street smart guy to a senior citizen in a wheelchair. He can talk clearly for the most part but he needs help to walk. The first year I was there every day living with my folks; so I washed

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So Fat Joe recently celebrated his 38th born day with his wife or wifey (I don’t think they ever married) in NYC. All I could think when I saw the pics was, “Damn, Joey lucked out.” I’m pretty sure he snatched Lorena before he was a rapper or definitely before his rap career became profitable. I’m not saying she’s a model Latina but this colombiana is definitely a looker. And while we’re talking

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Has Daddy Yankee forgotten what it is to be a poor kid in Puerto Rico? Probably. The riches from his mega hit “Gasolina” have finally spoiled his mind . . . and his music (you heard his awful “Pose”). Now El Cangri is vouching for Republican presidential candidate John “War! It’s Good For Everything” McCain. "We talked about boxing, we're both boxing fanatics," he revealed to Latina.com. He

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I have a dirty little secret: I love freestyle. Not freestyle where MCs spit off the dome but the type of music that guidos know all the words to. Blame my sisters for buying those vinyl records in the late ‘80s and early ‘90s—TKA, George Lamond, and a bunch of other brown folk. Fortunately for me the wife works for KTU, the only NY radio station that still plays freestyle. This past Saturday we

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Back when the media hyped “Latin Boom” was going down in the late ‘90s, many a rapper would sprinkle their rhymes with Spanish words and even diddled Latina mujeres (I see you Diddy). For the most part, they just came off cornier than tortillas. Now in 2008 I’ve heard one good Spanish-inspired rap track and a bad one by non-Latino MCs. The first one was Prodigy’s “ABC”; granted it was done by a

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The other night the wife and I were watching a 20/20 special about the top 10 sexual myths. The usual topics were covered like, Do women prefer a large dong? Pause. If you were wondering it's yes fellas; and the wider your tool, pause, the bigger the Kool Aid smile on your girl. All that aside the one myth that hit home was the height factor. I've never had a problem with my stature. Maybe back

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One of the best perks of being a rap mag editor was getting all the hot new music for free. They came in bunches especially when I sparked up deals with label cats; they would send me CDs and I would send them mags. But once I got jaded with the state of music, specifically rap, all the free ish just started collecting dust. Now, being an editor of a Latino site I can still hit up my contacts for

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Once you get married you become a union...you're one...and all that crap. Meaning if you're unselfish as a single guy then you'll become a bit more self-centered with a wedding band on. If you're selfish to begin with well you'll just be reminded by your wife...over and over again.Case in point: I get up a bit early today to make some egg whites on wheat toast (trying to get my healthy eating on)

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This weekend reminded that I’m a lounge-type of dude nowadays. It’s not a married dude thang it’s more of a state-of-mind thang. Saturday night the wife and a few friends went to Hawaiian Tropic Zone in Times Square. We waited outside for a couple…far too long for my taste and once we were in we went straight to the bar. The crowd was mixed but in a bad way—there wasn’t a definitive flavor. You

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Have you heard the one where the Spanish national basketball team makes “slanted eyes” for a flick? No? Well, it’s not that funny. We as Americans, yes, are a tad more PC than the rest of the world but some actions are indefensible. The shot above was an ad sponsored by Spanish courier company, Seur and ironically enough also by Chinese company Li-Ning Footwear to appear in Marca, a Spanish mag.

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Like every hip-hop journalist before me along with some of my contemporaries, one of my wishes was to get a byline in The Source. This is before it became more like a badly-run record label than our Rolling Stone. Along with Slam, The Source was one of the only places I could see bylines with Latino surnames like Rodriguez. So in 2004, once Adam Matthews introduced me to Jerry L. Barrow, one of

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Damu The Fudgemunk - Soul Brother Number 3 - Damu's 3 a.m. Freestyle from j. nota on Vimeo.In a past life I used to be a rap mag editor. Specifically to a tome that focused on producers and DJs. So I greet any new beats with open ears. Such is the case for Damu the Fudgemunk. The kid’s got crazy game behind the boards. My homeboy John (fellow one-time RPMer) is working with Damu and is doing

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So now that Pit is a free agent it seems like he’s finally rapping about more than culo. Don’t get me wrong culo is a great topic but there are more important things in life than a piece of tail. In hindsight, this is the single that should have been on the politically-titled (but not really) El Mariel. In either case, good job Pit. Below is his statement on the video. "It’s unfortunate that I

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Let me preface the following post with this tidbit: so far this year I’ve attended a Jay-Z concert and a Nas concert. They both need to step their concert game up. Kanye West, hate him or love him, puts on a great show. I went to his Glow in the Dark tour last night at Madison Square Garden and dude blew, pause, me away. The joint started out with a good set by fellow G.O.O.D. Music MC,

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So if “hipster rappers” are so “hipster” why are they getting arrested? Just recently Naledge and Double O were in some deep caca out in Arizona. O got his ass beat by a bunch of bitch ass bodyguards and Naledge got arrested trying to defend his boy or something like that. Whichever the case the label they have as “hipsters” is false. Just because they dress a certain way and real hipsters (

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I used to go to high school with dudes like in the clip above. I also dated girls like this in high school. Guidos and guidettes are to Italian Americans as spics are to Latinos—an embarrassment. It was a specimen like the one above that called me a spic for the first time in my life during freshman year in high school. I didn’t know what it was exactly but it didn’t feel right. Here’s the scene:

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What a difference a ring (and some years) makes? Back when I was 18 I remember loving the summer for one big reason: short shorts. The girls of Sunset Park, BK, aka hoodrats used rock'em throughout the three hot months. They would come in a variety of designs but they all had one thing in common: they were shorter than Bridget the Midget (too much Howard Stern). I would put the sunglasses on

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Last week the J-O had a launch party for their new show Model Latina. Needless to say some peeps got f-ed up with the open bar. One person was the wife. She eventually hurled chunks and that was that. But an even more surprising event occurred that night. Check it: it's me, Teji, Yaneth, Dee and her inebriated sis. While she usually does the driving I was up to the plate. I’ve never driven from

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Joell Ortiz. I’ve been an avid supporter of duke for many reasons. Mainly three: he’s an ill MC who happens to be Latino from Brooklyn, NY. It doesn’t get better than that. He recently posted the new LL video (“Baby”) on his site and had a lil’ story to tell. He actually makes a cameo in it and was genuinely appreciative to LL for making it happen. Which leads me to point: we as music journalists

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Aside from promoting the J-O at UNITY (the largest journalist conference in the U.S.) I also got a chance to chill with one of my good peeps from outside the Big Apple—Fulvio . The homie works for one of the big newspapers on the East coast and is always down to crack a joke or 20. He came, pause, in using “no homo” but by the end he was using “pause” for everything. (That’s right Carl, we’re

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I'm not a car guy. Matter of fact the main reason I got my driver's license (at 26) was to get my wife off my back. You see she's been driving since ‘99 and I've been on the R train since ‘89. I still haven't conquered the highway yet but I will. I say all this because this past Saturday I became a car owner, well, co-owner. My wife's Ford Escort was busted like Eliot Spitzer. Even though

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So the sis-in-law met Andre 3000 the other day in a NY minute. He was tryin to bag but with a lil’ hesitation she said there was Mr. Dee in her life. I was a bit surprised because she's more of Common Sense girl. Anyway it got me thinking on the top five women that my wife would give me a ‘get out of jail free’ card. Here goes: Salma Hayek, Iris Chacon (in her heyday), Beyoncè (Fuck Jay-Z),

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The homie John Nota hooked me up with a lovely collection of the best rap singles from ‘89 to ‘99. Grand Puba, Tribe, Chi Ali, Naughty by Nature, Slick Rick...basically all the joints I had on cassette when hip-hop was in the middle of sweeping me off my feet, pause, just in case. Along with this great collection I also paid the 11 bucks to see The Wackness, whose soundtrack is ‘94 to the

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Coming home from the Nas concert (damn, HD is right. Duke is stationary on stage.) last night my wife called me and told me that she wasn't pregnant. I did one of those freeze frame jumps; you know the way every ‘80s sitcom ended. You see, the wife was feeling sick the last couple of days, throwing up and such. I’d be lying if I said I wasn't shaking in my mandals.Not that I'm not ready for a

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I told y'all my wife and sis-in-law are the Tardy Sisters. Well, for those who haven't met the Pantoja twosome just look up the definition for CPT². You see Colored People Time isn't enough to describe how late they are...it's like an art with them. Time is their dirty bitch and they do whatever they want with it.My wife was an hour late to our wedding and if she can she'll be late when lil'

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Going into the homie's Felix birthday party on Saturday I didn't expect to get some good advice. I expected to do some Henny (only for the bday boy). As I went for a cigarette break (again only socially) with Felix and an older gent (pause) we started talking about marriage.The old fella dropped a crazy gem. This is what he roughly said: "As the man you don't have to wear the pants nor does she

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This past weekend I celebrated the cuzzo’s (Teji) birthday. The night started off in LES, then at Columbus Circle then back to LES. Initially it seemed like it was going to one of the rare misses I have with my friends. Thankfully lots of liquor and early ‘90s hip-hop saved the night. Not that I got drunk or even buzzed but I find it more entertaining when others down a shot or 30. Case in

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This is a post about love. The wife and I made it pass the first year of marriage. It’s crazy how the older you get the faster those minutes tick. June 30th marks my first year as a married man so I find it fitting to tell y’all (most of you already know) how I met her. Like a lot of things in my life it’s straight hip-hop; sorta like Brown Sugar but without the fancy ass looking XXL office.

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I was a lot more suspect (read racist) of WP back in college. It must’ve been the khufi I rocked or the tons of underground rap music I consumed. But once I graduated and got a job I let go of most of my angry minority tendencies. How else can you advance in this world? Not everyone is out to get you. One of those tendencies was assuming most WP were racist. Two situations arose this week that

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When I head over to BK my older sister, Narcisa, sometimes drives me to the F train. She’s usually accompanied by her hubby, Willie and my H.N.I.C. (Head Niece In Charge), Alyssa. In the 10-minute ride to the F train, Aly and I catch up; well she takes the lead I just listen. The precocious 7-year-old tells me about her school friends, her Dora video game and anything else these young’uns are

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While most minorities are elated that Barack is officially the Democratic nominee, this weekend proved to me that we still have a long way to go as far as race issues. Friday night the wife and I went to see Patriotic Bitch, the one-woman show by Allana Ubach. You've seen her before in flicks like Meet the Fockers, Legally Blonde, etc. She isn't the most Latina-looking of the bunch but the

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The wife she’s pretty good to me. She threw a nice lil’ soiree for my bday this past Saturday at the Dream Hotel. She decided to do a game night, which is what adults do according to our friend Adri. The night started out with Omar dropping by at 8:45PM, the party started at 9PM. He then proceeded to drop more N-words than any gangsta rapper; I love you for being you O, pause. Then some more

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Can you be too married? Shoot, can you be too single? Last night I went to an industry event sans the wife. It’s a shocker I know but she lets me breathe when necessary. She’s gone to brunches, pillow fights and whatever else women do for dolo. It's funny because it felt like she was with me anyway. People either asked me, “How's married life?” or “Where's the wife?” I didn't mind at all. To

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BK Girl: Foxy Brown.Even though I write for a living my wife, at times, speaks better than me. The Brooklyn in me sometimes pops out and says, “Oh! What up? Yo! Over here, b!, etc.” But hey I can’t help it. I write better than I speak and such is the case for a lot scribes. Even my ol’ college professor, Juan Gonzalez (NY Daily News columnist), is a killer with the pen but silent without it.

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The powers that be at Viacom have green lit the 21st season of The Real World. Sounds like great news until I read the city where it’s being filmed. Yep, folks, it’s BK, home of Biggie and Jay. It’s not that Brooklyn isn’t a good fit for the pioneering reality series but it’s that I have a feeling MTV is not going to show the real BK where real Brooklynites live. My guess is that Williamsburg

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You know what today is for me? The start of the work week; Monday, the first day away from GTA IV. But for mejicanos, frat boys and Sex and the City fans it’s time to drink it up for Cinco de Mayo. Truth be told I could give a flying fluck. My roots are Inca and I love me some cumbia but from La Sonora Dinamita. No disrespect to my Mexican homies because they’re not the ones perpetrating it’s

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I've been NBA-crazed lately with the playoffs and all the excitement that comes with it. Surfing slamonline (shout out to Ben O.) I saw a hyperlinked headline about Karl Malone. Apparently the Utah Jazz legend had a bunch of kids out of wedlock. It's not surprising that an athlete sprayed his seed like an automatic weapon but coming from Malone, who in his heyday was as clean cut as Steve Carell,

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This past weekend I was single again. And I felt awkward without mi media naranja. Yes, I chilled with my boy Rony, who I haven’t seen in a long ass minute and yes, I took my parents out to a nice dinner. But when I was inactive and vegetating on the couch watching the NBA playoffs I missed my wife’s voice in the background. “Why do they shoot behind that line? Did they score a touchdown?” Hmmm,

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So I watched the first episode of VH1's Viva Hollywood last night and boy is my culture offended! First off, after some thought, the title is incorrect. The only big success story from the telenovela scene is Salma Hayek, according to ma dukes. Even the Golden Girl host of VH, Maria Conchita Alonso, had mild success in the States. It’s a pipe dream.On to the show; I believe 10 out of the 12

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I'm a chubby guy and I know this. Especially on the train. If I see a fellow chubber sitting on one end of the seat and a skinny chick on the other there is no way I'm trying to squeeze in the middle seat. Yesterday some heavyset chick didn't know the rule. She sat right in the middle of me and some skinny girl. My right side is plastered against the wall and my left side has attached itself to

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“I’m a clown? I’m here to amuse you?”—Joe Pesci (Goodfellas)That’s exactly how I felt last night as I had dinner with the wife and sister-in-law aka The Tardy Sisters (more on that later). I brought a book to dinner, yes I know it’s impolite but hey I’m with family. They started gossiping and I start reading like a lil’ nerd then my wife says, “That’s really impolite.” I ignore her and proceeded

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I’ll admit it; my mother was and is a telenovela junkie. Back in the day she used take care of three kids, my pop and run the house but still managed to stay current with all the new novelas. Today she takes care of my baby niece Madison (a post on her galleta-esque name later), my older baby niece Alyssa, my dad and of course still knows who’s bangin who on Telemundo and Univison’s latest soaps.

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Last weekend I became an online gamer. Initially my inner 12 year old came out to play when my wife got me a PS3 for Christmas. I played for hours. But I’m a grown up now with responsibilities and eventually it started collecting dust. Until last weekend. I decided to get online and play against real people, well, cyber people. Getting it hooked up was an ordeal in itself but once I was online I

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I consider myself a good journalist and writer. Yep, they are two different professions; think MCs and rappers. I also know a lot of my friends and acquaintances are phenomenal behind a keyboard. So you can understand my frustration with bad writers who get book deals. I’m not talking about Homeboy Books either, these cats are getting deals with publishing powerhouses like Simon & Schuster. Now

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Being named Jesus comes with its share of corny jokes. A lot of the WPs call me Jose or even worst call me JC (Jesus Christ, horrible blasphemy I know). Two distinct stories pop in my head when discussing my name. The first time I knew I had a unique name was in elementary school. I was at St. Agatha’s School (yep I’m a Catholic school product) in 3rd grade. Our religion classes were taught by

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With holy week upon us (for us Christians) I find it fitting to tell you about the origin of my lovely but stereotypical name, Jesús. The story takes place in 1980s Brooklyn, NY. My mom was pregnant with me, her last child and only boy. For some reason or another I severely messed up her insides. Oh I was also a preemie. Come the day of my birth (May 28) my mom was in probably the worst pain

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I'm a huge Tribe fan. So huge that I got one of my boys to airbrush The Low End Theory cover on a shirt with the infamous "industry rule #4080" line. So huge that I was upset when Q-Tip flaked on a Scratch feature I was supposed to write; I had the sidebar ready to go pero nada. And like a lot of us urban culture scribes I still listen to their timeless cuts as opposed to Yung Berg. I got into

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Have you ever identified with a film or a sitcom? As a pre-teen it was Juice for me; I even used Gee Q as my tag name. Today it's The King of Queens. It's about a plump blue collar dude who's always trying to get one over on his cute yet menacing wife. I'm not saying the wife is menacing but hey I’m sure even Mother Theresa lost her shit once in a while. And yes I'm a journalist but I do come

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One of the biggest realizations I had since getting hitched is that I have two families now. I hold my wife's fam close to my heart but my fam is blood...so it's different. That's why the Queens move was such a big hit. Ma dukes, big sisters and pops are now a borough away. On Saturdays we go our separate ways—I go to BK and her to LI. I see her fam periodically as she does mine. And I always

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Oh reality TV, is there anything you won't do? I was watching NBC's My Dad Is Better Than Your Dad with the wife and she suggested her dad can beat mine. That is of course if my pop was healthy; he suffered a stroke a couple of years ago. But in his heyday pop was a hard rock. Her dad is a sweetheart, pause. He's like a Colombian Mr. Rogers while my dad was like an Ecuadorian Freddie Foxx. No

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I'm getting old. I'm three months from turning 28 and I feel as old as an old school rapper like Craig G. I attended the 10th Anniversary of WNYU's Halftime Show last night and needless to say I was there with people like Masta Ace, AG, Sadat X oh and Craig G. Not that I don't support good hip-hop radio shows but it was at 10PM on a Wednesday. Sheeeet, I'm watching The Gauntlet with the wife on

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Brooklyn. Is there a better place on Earth? Nah, b. Alas I broke up with her when I got married. Once the ring went on, my zip code was set to change. The wife said let's compromise and move 30 minutes away from each of our families. I was reluctant but did I really have a choice? Now I take a long ass train ride to BK to see the parents, my big sisters and my little princess nieces. I get to

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Hey mi gente. I started blogging about two years ago. I can’t front I did it for two reasons—the topic (Latin rap) and of course the money. Alas, both blogs are six feet deep but thanks to my homeboy Carl I decided to blog on my own without any financial backing. Shoot, everyone else does it. And now I introduce to you Jesús Talks, a blog about me—a recently married chubby Latino brother who’s

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