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Mental Illness doesn’t discriminate: The death of Robin Williams

The recent death of Robin Williams is a horrible loss. For his family, his friends, his fans, truly, the whole world. Finding out it was a suicide saddened me, but knowing of his history with addiction, depression, and other issues, it didn’t shock me. “But why? Why would a man so loved and adored who had so much going for him be driven to suicide?” Honestly, that’s probably the worst part. A man idolized and revered, who even sought help, still was ultimately consumed by a hurt that most people can’t even fathom. That’s the kicker: mental illnesses such as depression, bipolar, anxiety, et all don’t care who you are, how much you make, how much people care about you. It has the power to overtake and ruin the best of humankind. Read the rest of this entry »

I Ate That: Curry Zen and Sweets Raku

The cool part about living in Las Vegas is that if you like food, there’s tons of it here. Good food! Interesting food! And not just on the Strip! I live across from one of the best tamale places in the valley, and only minutes away from one of greatest breakfast spots (I’m sorry, but any place I can get s’mores pancakes and have Spam as a choice of meat is great). Between my office and work is countless amazing Mexican places, and the 4 mile foodie wonderland that is Las Vegas’s Chinatown. Not feeling like cooking tonight, I decided to head there after work, and give Curry Zen and Sweets Raku a try.
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The Drops of God and the Stigma of “Graphic Novels”

Upon hearing about The Drops of God, a Japanese manga about the interesting world of wine, I became interested and infatuated with it. This was a manga that swayed wine prices throughout Asia, and was well received in France and beyond. Surely, this series, now being available legally in English, would flourish in America among adults who enjoy wine and good stories right? Wrong.
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Deja Entendu? Au Contraire.

I realized that Brand New’s sophomore album, Deja Entendu, is well over a decade old now. I remember when it came out; I was in middle school, angsty, and thought I related to it then. Oddly enough, I still relate to it. It’s an interesting album, with really no bad song. Every lyric, smart; every beat meaningful. Less than an hour long, I still find myself listening to it, finding new meaning, a new breakthrough on how those songs are poignantly applicable to my life. It’s among my favorite albums of all times; pretty crazy considering I was but a fresh faced teenager the first time I listened to it.
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Video Games as a Coping Mechanism

Video games are a powerful thing. I don’t really care what is or isn’t a game, nor if a game should make you feel. Let’s face it, is Call of Duty really that much more of a game than Tetris or Papers, Please? Does the budget or the story or the platform truly make that big of a difference if you end up enjoying it at the end of the day? But I digress. No, today I want to tell you about what some games mean to me, and what some games can mean to others, especially during times of loss.

Today I want to talk about games and that inescapable monster, death.
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Older than I’ve ever been.

I recently turned 24. When my dad asked me how it felt, my response was “not much different”. I can bet that between 24 and 25 will feel worlds different than 23 to 24 did. And I even did quite a bit during my 23rd year. I graduated from college. I moved into my own, non-school-owned place. I got a real adult job, and subsequently, started paying real adult bills. I got a car, then once that one tried to kill me one too many times, got another car. (life goal achieved: bought a Beetle. It’s a 2012, and looks much less cute than the New Beetle model, but it’s so nice~) I started being that friend you have that goes to bed at 10 pm because of her work schedule. And yet… I still don’t feel that different.

I do of course feel different that I did when I turned 14. Or 16. Or 18. Or 21 even. For the first time since I started kindergarten, I don’t have school. I haven’t had a curfew in years. I don’t have homework, I get regular sleep, I have money! (And bills, which eat up most of that money, but there’s still totally money there!) High school, best years of my life? Not even close. College was better probably because I traveled quite a bit. But even then, I’d take the life I have right now over either of those time periods again. Freedom from curfews, from homework that takes away ‘me time’, from the rules of living under such and such roof. Sure, I’ve got a load of responsibilities for work and paying bills on time and following road rules, but there’s so much I can do now because I want to. Every day is no pants Tuesday if I want it to be. I can have ice cream for breakfast. I don’t have to make my bed if I don’t wanna. Honestly, being a young adult with a stable job and the ability to pay bills is way better than compulsory education or watching thousands of dollars go into a piece of paper. I guess the misery I went through with school paid off, which makes right now that much more awesome.

I’m really looking forward to being 25. Not to be older, but because CAR INSURANCE RATES DROP AND I CAN RENT A CAR FOR CHEAP. Never again do I ever want to have to rent a car again until I’m 25.