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'Tis the season...

Over the past few days, I have spent numerous hours on how to fill this blog space. I knew that I wanted to post a new blog, but the ideas in my head were countless. The two choices I narrowed it down to were quite simple. First of all, because countless magazines, websites, and television shows are doing it, I was going to do a decade in review. Of me. Then I got to thinking that was far less interesting then recounting all of my New Year's Eve memories from the last decade. Of course, I couldn't remember for the life of me how I spent the end of 2002 going into 2003, so that list wouldn't be complete. I know I was living in North Hollywood and staying on the couch of my good friends Greg, Missi, Ben, and Misty. That's about how far my memory got. So either it was a really good one or a really boring one. I'll let you, valued reader, decide what happened that New Year's Eve and fill me in later.

Where is it, then, have I decided to lead you today? W…

The Most Wonderful Time of the Year

The holiday lights have been hung. The Christmas trees have been placed in the corner of the house. Cookies are in the process of being consumed. Christmas Day is fast approaching. All of these things mean only one thing: It's time for "Home Alone" to be shown at least twenty times before the Holiday Season ends.

Over the past two years, I have been promising the "Fallacies of Home Alone" blog. After careful deliberation and procrastination, the time has finally arrived that I put the pen to the paper. Or in this case, my fingers to the keyboard. Due to the many beers consumed while discussing this subject with my friends, namely Danny, Aaron, and Cornbread, I'm not sure I remember all of the key points that we've settled on, but I will do my best.

First off, with a nod to Aaron on this one, why is Kevin McAllister scared of a furnace? The kid has been home alone for a few days, yet he's scared of this thing in the basement. Sure, maybe it…

The half week in sports...

It's only Thursday, yet the the week in sports has already been peppered with scandals, hoopla, and entertainment. This simply means the weekend will be chalk full of excitement, especially on Saturday when Boise State takes on New Mexico State. With a spread of 45 points, this game should be a real barn burner.

A quick update before I dive in: The Oregon State punter just punted 15 yards. That's not very far.

Tiger Woods has finally proven that he's not infallible. You know it's not good when the likes of TMZ and the National Enquirer. I tried coming up with some clever headlines for him, like "Tiger Woods Needs Mulligan to Save Marriage" or "Tiger bogeys on Marriage" but nothing seemed right. After all, I'm pretty sure the New York Daily News already came up with something lame like this to lead their front page. As of today, no one really knows what happened. The man crashed his car, got a fine, probably got beat up by his wife, has …

The Cold, Harsh Winter

[Author's note: Please pay no attention to the title of this blog. It's simply the first thing that came to mind.]

It's a harsh, cold winter. That's more like it. It has much more of a ring to it.

Now that you've been thoroughly confused, I welcome you the monthly update of my writing endeavors. It has been an up and down month, that's for sure, but I did get a few things accomplished and submitted, so that's always a plus.

First of all, let's talk about National Novel Writing Month. To read more about that, please refer to my blog post on November 1st. It explains a little bit. Basically, I had a goal to write an entire 50,000 word novel in one month. To cut to the chase, that did not happen. I have plenty of excuses, but here are the ones I feel like using: I got sick a few weeks ago and it was my birthday. The same thing happened last year (the birthday part) and I did not quite achieve what I set out to do. I happened to get close to 230…

ONE NIGHT ONLY!

Maury has tied Oprah in the ratings!

This should be on the front page news. The Queen of daytime is being dethroned by the King of Paternity Tests. Maury better watch out. This reminds me of another time when another daytime talk show host tried to take on Oprah. Please read and enjoy!

*Author's note: This is essentially a re-post of a blog I wrote for another website in 2005. I may have changed some things. Not to protect the innocent, but because chances are I spelled some stuff wrong the first time.

ONE NIGHT ONLY

THE MATCH EVERYONE HAS BEEN WAITING FOR

OPRAH VS GOD VS TONY DANZA

That's right folks, after all the months of debate and name calling, these three heavyweights are finally taking their jabber to the ring. It all started months ago, when after a barrage of questions from Oprah, God threw off his microphone and stormed off of Oprah's Chicago set. Even after his exit, Oprah continued to tear into God about what a lousy father he had been by leaving his poor w…

National Novel Writing Month

Well, it's that time of year again. Time for me to set about writing an entire novel in one month. The only difference is, that this year, I've decided to continue to the novel I started last year during this event. What does that mean to you, valued reader? Well, I'm glad that you asked.

First off, it means I may not update this blog for the month of November. While I will try, there are no guarantees. Of course, the blogs have been few and far between lately, so it's not like I've exactly been on top of it.

Secondly, I will be posting the chapters on my other blog on this site: Palm trees and paradise. I will post a link at the bottom of this page or you can just click on my profile picture and access it from there.

The first ten chapters that I write are a re-hashing from last year, so feel free to skip those if you read them last year. If not, or even if you did, please read and enjoy.

All feedback is appreciated.

Thank You.

J.

An Open Letter to the BCS...

o whom it may concern:Please do not allow the Boise State Broncos to play in the National Championship Game. You see, I am a BSU fan. I have been for about ten years now, long before those words were uttered in the same sentence here in Boise. Well, unless you count the old Division I-AA days. I am not discussing that today. Those were great teams, and we've certainly had our fair share of great teams here at Boise State over the last ten years. I'm talking about the here and the now.We're talking about a team that is still having trouble with the center/quarterback exchange. I mean, come on, these guys are sophomores in college. COLLEGE! They should have no problem with that by now, right? It's a very simple thing to do and we certainly don't want to see a national championship game with bad exchanges. They do it so perfectly in bigger schools like Oklahoma and Ohio State. Our team is so young, they really would have trouble performing on a national sta…

The San Diego (Stupor) Chargers

Fire. Norv. Turner. There, I said it. Three little words that I'm sure many in Chargers Nation are feeling today. The reverberating echo of those words are ringing true following the Chargers loss to the Denver Broncos. It was as much a loss as it was a statement by the Denver Broncos that there is a new sheriff in the wild, wild west. The fact is, though, the Chargers have slowly slipping over the past two years. Let's look back to the debacle that was last year. A team that finished 8-8 caught lightning in a bottle at the right time and almost let it carry them to the Super Bowl. On paper, you look at Norv Turner and see that he is two for two in AFC West Championships. The first year he coached with the Chargers was no fluke. They were a good, solid team and came within a game of the Super Bowl. In Turner's second year, the team was ravished with injuries, but thanks to a melt down by the Denver Broncos, the Chargers won their last four games and won the AFC…

Balloon Boy

As many of you probably know, Americans were glued to their televisions and computers this afternoon watching the ordeal of the six year old boy floating above Colorado in his parents' weather balloon. For a quick back story, a six year old boy crawled into the weather balloon and the balloon came un-tethered from the house from which it was tied. The balloon floated over the city at high elevations for nearly two hours before crash landing in a field. Upon arriving at the scene, officers and volunteers found the balloon to be empty. As it turned out, the boy is safe at home in this hour and fortunately, no tragedy occurred. The boy simply had untied the balloon and was afraid of punishment, so he hid in a box in the attic of the garage. No harm, no foul.

Which brings me to a bigger issue that I have uncovered in this news story. It's a complex issue that has plagued Americans and others alike for many years. It is very serious and needs to be dealt with head on. It…

You've got updates...

For nearly a month, tumbleweeds have blown through these hallowed pages. Okay, maybe they're not so hallowed, but they do appear to be pages nonetheless. Who's to say if the blogs will come forth in high propensity again, but we shall see. It is my hopes they do, but for the mean time, let's see what's happening in my life, and more importantly, in pop culture.

My beloved car Challenger 2 was sent to the car graveyard roughly a month ago. She was just short of being with me for four years. It seems a lady ran a red light and choose my car as a perfect target. I have been searching for nearly month (one reason for the lack of blogs) and have found a nice little car for myself. Due to a lack of originality in naming cars, she shall be christened Challenger 3. It's much like the third Fast and the Furious Movie. Both the movie and name are pointless, because Paul Walker is not involved.

As for my writing, I have submitted a monologue to a theatre in Iowa for a …

A Misguided Society

Have we, as humans, lost the right to make responsible choices and decisions? That is the question I am putting forth this very evening. As a country, we are trying in utter disdain to create a utopia. Evidence mounts each and every day that points this. We want to control everything from the weather to what we eat in order to create a perfect society. In the process, we are tearing down the little people and often assigning blame to places it shouldn't be placed. My point today, in what may seem like a bitter rant against a decaying nation, will be centered around the people that are regulating our choice of beer cans. More importantly, it's against something that really has no impact in what kind or how much a beer a person will drink. I am speaking, of course, of the right to choose a beer in a neatly colored can, if I so desire.

For those of you that don't know or are unaware, Bud Light has recently launched limited edition cans in which the cans are multi-color…
Pouring over the years of drinking in Boise bars, I've realized that many of the memories, and in turn these blogs, have begun to sound the same. As it has seemed to boil down to logistics, everything revolves around cheap beer, smoky air, and good times. That is why, with much regret and not a lot of sorrow, I've decided to end the current series of bars after this blog. I have covered, I believe, the bars I have spent the majority of my time at over the years. And I have noticed that their business has not increased ten fold since I've begun the blog series. Maybe that's due to lack of Boise readership, or the fact that I did not like the Ted Challenger owned bars, and that's where half of Boise spends their weekends. Why? Well, because these are the "cool" clubs to attend and Fame Fifteen is there. In the end, I guess, people like notoriety.

As it is, my journey has finally brought me to Mulligans, the bar you love to love and the bar you love…

I hate the Yankees

TO: New York Yankees
FROM: Jason

RE: My hatred of your team, your new stadium, and Johnny Damon

To whom it may concern:
I hate you, New York Yankees. I have never liked you, ever since I first had Ron Guidry's baseball card and had to look at that hideous mustache. I do not like your new stadium, where apparently home runs fly out of the park at a ridiculous rate. What kind of team tears down a treasured national icon to build an overpriced, over luxurious stadium? A team with a greedy owner, for one. One that likes to cheat by allowing home runs. Sure, A-Rod and your first baseman (A man who spurned the Red Sox) have always hit home runs. Their hits are expected. As for you, Johnny Damon, why is it ever time I turn on the damn television you are hitting a home run. Maybe someone should test you for steroids. Have you been hanging out with your new teammate A-Rod a little too much these days?

Another thing I hate about the Yankees this year is your "Idiot" ment…

Everyone likes some juice...

For those of you looking forward to another blog about the bars in Boise, I apologize. I have decided to take a small break in order to write a few blogs. Don't fret, though, the bar series will return in all of it's seedy glory after I get a few things off of my chest. In this first blog, I will hopefully tackle the ever growing debate over something very serious that seems to always resurface every month or so. That topic, which needs to die a quick death, is the debate over steroid use in baseball.

To begin with, this blog is not necessarily in defense of steroid use in baseball. To me, it was wrong for these people to be using P.E.D.'s (performance enhancing drugs) to begin with. And just because others were doing it during this time does not make for a good argument in favor of use of the drugs. With that said, there is a reason that this era of baseball has become to be known as the "Steroid Era". Simply put, people were using, upwards of near twenty…

The Art of Wine

As our journey of the Boise bar scene continues, I'd like to take you a place I recently visited. It's a place I've visited on occasion before, but never for more than a drink or two. Well, last night I spent a good four hours at this lovely establishment situated on 6th street, just down the corner of from where sixth and main meet in their glorious seediness. After sharing approximately nine bottles of wine with a group of friends and a long night's sleep, I decided the story of the Basque Center would be the next subject tackled in this serious of blogs.

As I stated earlier, the wine was flowing at the Basque Center and it usually is. That is because of the little known drink called the Kalimotxo. The Kalimotxo (or Calimocho, if you don't want to use the original Basque spelling) is a divine drink that consists of fifty percent wine and fifty percent coke. Splash in a little ice, and you have the perfect drink for a warm summer evening. Now, you can adju…

A Collection of bars...

Sitting around tonight, I said to myself, "Self, why did you decide to write a blog series on all of the bars you've been to in Boise? You made the list, you saw how many bars you've been to over the years. It will be quite the undertaking." And you know what, it has been. I've covered about fourteen bars and probably still have that many to cover. I'm not even counting bar/restaurants because if that were the case, this blog series could continue on forever. As it is, I will forge on. Not only to inform you, the valued reader, of the night life that Boise has to offer for all occasions, but also because I have enjoyed diving back into memories I've lost or pushed away over the years. Both good and bad have crept back into my mind, sometimes even rattling up emotions that I had pushed away for a reason. But that is either here nor there. As a way of speeding up the process, let's take a little journey down State Street. It will not be a lon…

A Drink to above...

For those of you that have been to the Nerolux in the last few years, you know that the bar is a place where you can watch a band at a low cover price, have a few drinks, and then stay for some late night dancing. If so inclined, you can also stop by for a poetry slam or a performance by a local theater company. Now, this is all good fun and all for some people. I personally stop in once in awhile, albeit on nights where there is no loud noise to drown out the joys of conversation. In that vein, I'm going to take you, valued reader, back in time to a different kind of Nerolux. One that had the mighty entertainment cliche: karaoke.

Now, with me being in L.A. for the years between 2002 and 2006, I'm not exactly sure when the Nerolux decided to abandon this time honored tradition of getting drunk Friday nights and heading down to the Neroluxfor some good old fashioned karaoke. Let me point that I've never been a big fan of getting on stage and singing. I've probably…

The Past. The Present. The Overland Bar.

In figuring that we are already in the area after my previous blog, we will go on a stumbling journey that takes us down Overland Road. Tonight we will avoid the route of Buddies and Hooligans and instead take the path that leads us to the generation spanning Overland Bar. It's close by, it's small, its intimate, it has cheap beer, and it smells vaguely of booze, cigarette smoke, desperation, and cheap old spice. What can possibly go wrong?

Well, to begin with, you must bring cash or pay the fee to use their ATM. Not that there is a whole lot wrong with that, except its the 90s and cards should be accepted everywhere. (Okay, it's not the 90s and perhaps that joke is getting old, but I don't care.) Now, the Overland Bar simply knows the majority of its clientele, so having them pay in cash is not exactly a bad thing. The customer either ends up not drinking as they much as they would like do to lack of funds or they simply hit the ATM machine like a losing gambler…

The Orchard Street Bar District

Nestled within a two block radius of Orchard Street near Emerald lie two bars with equally distinct characteristics. Both bars often hold the same group of patrons and the overwhelming feeling of despair. One is a quiet place of reflection and the other is a smoke filled hostile karaoke environment. Both provide cheap drinks, a few laughs, and old men missing their front teeth. The two bars are in walking distance of one another; a path made easier for the drunks to follow, I suppose. I'm of course talking about McClearysIrish Pub and The Navajo Room.

Now, many of you may not be familiar with McClearys, at least not the one I'm speaking of. Many people I've encountered didn't realize that there was even a second McClearysin town. Well, the one on Orchard is not second best. In fact, it has always been cemented in my mind that the McClearys on State Street is the second one, but I suppose that's not a argument for today. I'm here to talk about the McCle…

The Iron Gate

In a way, it's funny how the memories of our youth are made. Many of them fade away, or blend into other memories that create the best memory of all. Others, well, they stick with you and help to reinforce who you are.

As I began this blog journey of recalling the various bars I've visited in Boise and the experiences I've had, there is one bar that, unfortunately, will never be visited again. A friendly bar where everyone in fact did know your name. A bar you and your friends could hang out all day and have no real care for time and space. That place was the Iron Gate.

The Iron Gate was located above the restaurant at the University Inn on the Boise State campus. The bar was an ideal place for students to meet after a difficult test, a long semester, or even just for fun on a Friday night. On many nights, going to the Iron Gate simply involved unlimited popcorn, cheap pitchers of domestic beer, a sports game on the giant television, and good friends. If sitting arou…

Damn it, Janet!

Everything is always Jumpin' at Janet's... Anyone? Anyone? Are you sure? Okay, so maybe that lame attempt at humor did not work, but at least I'm putting out there. It's a first for me and a first for you, so just sit back, enjoy it, and have a beer.
That's the attitude that the fine people working at Jumpin' Janet's put out there, at least on the occasions I have visited the oasis located at the top of the hill, where 9th street turns into Vista. I use fine in a very loose sense of the word. The waitresses are usually near the higher end of the "hotness" scale, if that matters to you. To me, it doesn't hurt. And everyone I've had the pleasure of being served by at this bar is very cordial, so that of course it a plus.
I really have no specific memories that stand out at this bar. The drinks are cheap and live entertainment is usually provided on Saturday night with a local band. The one time recently I've caught a band ther…

Drinking in the Desert...

Let us all take a trip down memory lane. Take a trip to a simpler time; a place where the only worries were making it to class and making your financial aid last until the next semester. (Okay, there were probably more worries than that, but those were the basic ones, aside from girls and jobs.) My friends, we are going to take a journey to my 22nd birthday at the Cactus.

The Cactus is located downtown on Main Street, right next to the hot spot that is Mac And Charlies. Years ago, in those early twenties, the Cactus was a small bar that for the most part was frequented by sad, old men looking to drink the night away. It could have been easily considered the Jim's Alibi of downtown (see my last post about Jim's Alibi.) A few other groups would pop in and out, but it was a quaint little place to hang your hat if you just wanted to chill out for awhile with your friends and listen to the jukebox for a few hours.

It was here a group of my friends took me for my 22nd birthday. …

Looking for an Alibi

Sometimes when you're dreaming with a broken heart, the perfect place to hang your hat is down at Jim's Alibi. The downtrodden men sit on bar stools staring at empty bottles in their hands and meaningless images that dance across the television screen. Willie Nelson plays on the jukebox and the sound of customers shooting pools fills the lonely ears of the even lonelier men.

Jim's Alibi, or simply the Alibi, is located on Broadway Avenue across the street from the Shopko shopping center. The bar, over the years, has not only been a harbor for the lonely men of the world (heart broken or not), but a small bar where friends can gather and wallow in the misery of their lives. As they say, misery loves company.

Okay, it's not that bad. The place has lightened up over the years. The occasional lonely man still makes his appearance at the bar, but what bar doesn't really have a customer like this. Willie does play fairly often on the jukebox, but the music machine i…