The Good, The Bad And The Ugly (2017 Edition)

Happy new year everybody!

2017 is in the past and we’re all looking forward (well, we all should) to a great 2018. I wish you all the best and all the rest this new year’s day.
One last look at the last year before we move on. They’re all mixed bags, right? nothing is good if something isn’t bad and nothing’s really bad if… you get it. So on we go with:

The Good:

Though I moved here late in 2016, it’s 2017 which was the first full year in Mexico for me. En Serio, this was one of the best years of my life so far (and we’re talking quite a few years here…). A lot to be thankful for. GREAT people, amazing food, different work experiences, a continued cultural education, all of which leading to a really satisfying and gratifying year. México, ¡te queremos!

I also got the chance to visit Buenos Aires, Argentina as well as Lima, Peru this year. Another one of those things I couldn’t imagine in early 2016.
2017 was also the year I got my back side in gear, gathered all of my courage and edited my debut novel (which is actually my second) and am in the process of submissions. This is very exciting for yours truly and I hope 2018 will top it by a nice acceptance letter (hint hint).

I started collaborating with and contributing to two very interesting websites. One is hazavit, which is a Hebrew sports websites managed and updated by true sports fans who want to have an interest free discussion about the athletes, teams and the sports we’re passionate about. The other is of course, combat docket, who I’m proud to share my MMA related posts with. A group of real MMA fans, and practitioners who also want a discussion of this sport, that goes past the hype and the chewed up material that circulates in many other outlets. Here are links to my articles on both sites. I hope you read them, then browse for much more content. There are brilliant writers on and I’m sure you’d like what you see.

Hazavit articles (Hebrew)

Combat Docket (English)

And just when I thought this year couldn’t get any better, came Georges Saint-Pierre, my all time favorite Mixed Martial Artist and after a 4 years hiatus, he took the middleweight title in a spectacular fashion.

There’s a whole lot more to be thankful for, but
  • Those are things I’m not going to spill over in the interweb.
  • I don’t believe in the saying “Count your blessings”. You shouldn’t count them. Just be thankful. So thanks 2017. You’ve been good to me.

The Bad:

On a whole other level, 2017 was the biggest bitch since 1994…
Numbers-wise perhaps, 2017 wasn’t as bad as say… 2016. But God damn it 2017, you took Chester Bennington. You took Malcolm Young. You fucking took Chris Cornell, and you took Tom Petty, you musical thieving whore!

And The Ugly:

Well, we still have wars raging, hunger devastating lives, greed and corruption everywhere. Nothing new. Just more of the ugly sameness that we can’t seem to break off of.

But I am an optimist, and I still (and forever will) believe that the vast majority of humanity is good. And I’m a hopeful person. I know that we’re far from done.

On that positive note, let me wish you all a happy new year. Don’t be strangers now eh? come back here and check up on me once in a while. Good times ahead!


The Very Real Story Of Walt Longmire

First of, no. This isn’t becoming a TV review site anytime soon. It’s a matter of coinciding schedule on Netflix. You can read the short post I wrote about The Punisher” here. That was written after a binge. This here post on the other hand was not. Yes, I doubled up on episodes of Longmire (because damn it, I love this show), but I let it last a whole week (trust me, it took a lot for me to hold off). After all, this was the last season, so I thought I’d make it count, in hope that they made it count too.
Well, the short version is – they did.
But we’re not here to take shortcuts. No. We’re here to celebrate one of TV’s most underrated shows.
Like quite a few TV shows I loved, this one was recommended to me by good friends in Georgia (other notable mentions: Justified, Top of the lake, The walking dead among others.). Had I not gotten this recommendation, chances are I’d never watch an episode of Longmire.
I mean, come on. It’s the second decade of this millenium for crying out loud. Who tells a story about Cowboys and Indians? No zombies, no high-tech, no weekly deaths of main characters, no full frontal…. Jeez…. right?
Like many less than flashy productions, Longmire is a proof that a good story could be told and acted, regardless of the year. And yes, there are still cowboys out there, and thankfully a few native Americans.

Every story, absolutely must have these things (a very condensed checklist):

relatable main character:
You can’t get much more relatable than Walt Longmire. A man of the law (automatic good guy), Widowed due to murdered wife (we’re on board) and father to a beautiful, loving and caring daughter, leading a police force of seemingly less than stellar cops. Walt’s as real as they come. He seems to have quite a few of those very human flaws and just enough charm and guts to get us behind him.
Strong antagonist/s:
We had the chief of the reservation police Malachi, and his successor Mathias. Both in constant ends with Walt and his view of police work and interests.
Branch Connally and his father Barlow were a different kind of opposition, as were investigators trying to tie Walt to a murder.
The Irish Mafia came to town, and of course, the one guy who always walked the fine line between legal and charity – Jacob Nighthorse.
Add the different antagonistic forces that came with the sub plots and you have yourself a very strong, forever threatening opponent. Some of whom were truly a mirror of sorts. Keeping Walt on his guard, both as it relates to the threat they posed, as well as to what their similarities told him about himself.
Secondary/Supporting characters:
First and foremost, Walt’s best friend Henry Standing Bear. How do we know he’s his best friend? Well, he answers the two qualities of such person. He tells it like it is. There is no beating around the bush, walking on egg shells type of BS about Henry. When Walt Effs up – Henry is there to tell it to his face. And even though they may disagree or even downright oppose each other, Henry is always there for Walt (and the same is true the other way).
Cady is a character that manages to stay away from cliché. Yes, she stays by her dad after her mom dies and yes, she is that one who always wants to leave “small town USA” and falls in love with the good-looking quarterback (or bull rider). But she is also an intelligent, independent and driven person, who may irritate her old-fashioned dad, but ultimately (and recognized for it by him eventually) she is what Walt evolved into (though we will never actually see it on-screen).
Vic (Philly) is the outsider who wants to understand Walt, admires him and frustrated by him. Her being that stranger is what makes this slow burning, tense love story so effective.
Yes, there are others, but these three are the most important for the story and for the main character.
A believable plot and sub plots (within the rules of the story world):
A small (fictional) county, with “regular folk” and yet a lot seems to happen. Sure, when you say it like that, it may not be believable at all. Especially if you bring in the Irish mob from all the way out in Boston. But all told, every event makes sense. Either via cause and effect or by reasonable explanation.
The intermingling of plots and the relationships between White Americans and Native Americans, as well as the inner working of those societies living side by side (which in itself is a story), make for a very interesting mix of dilemmas and questions. Those drive character change and development in subtle but impactful ways.
The journey:
Oh, how far did we go in six seasons. From the loner drunk, stubborn and – let’s face it – selfish sherif of season 1, to the open-minded, flexible, emotionally engaged and proud father and lover we said goodbye to this season.
Every episode and every season brought Walt closer to that beautiful man we saw in the finale. And no, it wasn’t just a sequence of make a mistake, learn, improve. One of the most beautiful things about this story is that it is very real. It’s a tale of real men. You know, those who make the same mistake more than once (or three times) before they learn. Real men like us. relatable.
And after winning some of his battles and losing more than his fair share, this man learns to overcome his grief, open his heart to another woman, understand his daughter completely and come to terms with his imperfections.
Hey, He even has his own cellphone!
Perhaps in TV is easier, because these words are spoken, but think about it. It’s not only the difference between cowboy Walt’s everyday guy English and Henry’s official-talk. It’s also the differences between Henry, Mathias and Malachi. Cause you know… not all injunes are the same. It’s also the way Cady differs from her dad (not to mention Vic from Philly).
And if we want to look at the voice of the story-teller, we can follow the camera and the directing and editing. A really solid work of modern-day Cowboy/Indian world creation.
Longmire is one of my all time favorite shows. I will surely re-watch it.
One point of contention though…
This series did such a phenomenal job in telling a story about a Native Indian society without falling into the trap of making it look like a group of identical individuals on the one hand, or go science fiction on the other. I loved that fact that visions and symbolism played a part in the story.
One thing I wish they kept out. In the last season, Cady helps a native American lady kidnap a kid in order to get him “proper” medication.
I truly believe this was unnecessary. If we credit visions and symbolism (which we should), we really should have not fallen into the trap of western medicine’s superiority over that of native Americans. It felt preachy and uncharacteristic.
But hey, it’s just a little piece of a very big and beautiful puzzle of story telling and TV production.
So long Walt (seems to be a great name for a phenomenal protagonist). See you later.

That Ain’t No Punishment

One doesn’t need a degree in psychology to know that once you get used to something being good, the expectation is that it stays that way. In the world of entertainment, this may be the most accented. A successful TV series normally develops a following, gathers momentum and reaches that crossroad where some fans give up and others stick around.

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The Walking Dead Season 7 Grand Finale Special

Season 7 just ended and I thought about doing something special for tonight. But before that special something, I wanted to say a few words about a statement/musing/quip that was circling the interwebs during this last season. It even made it all the way to the mother ship of TWD discussion – Talking Dead. Continue reading

Adiós Alpharetta (Life Inside A Bubble)

Welcome everyone to this very special post.
As you read this, I’m likely gawking at the views of Guadalajara Mexico. I’m not on vacation. In fact, I may have just put myself in a position where my work load increases. But boy, am I ahead of myself here, so… let’s take a deep breath before saying Adiós to the US of A and Hola! to Mexico.
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Every Fighter Is A Song


My sincere apologies for the delay, but you know how it is… work work work. All’s I can say – it beats the alternative…

Well, in the last couple of days I was toying with an idea about tying two things I love together into one post. Music and MMA. Now, we know that fighters have their walk-in music. Some choose a song based on their current mood, or if they want to make a specific statement. Others have a song they always use. That’s all nice and dandy.

But what I was thinking about was – what song IS that fighter? Which song could represent a fighter? So with that in mind… Continue reading