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Amsterdam - Photo by MC Krispy EKim and I take the train from Bruges to Amsterdam and grab a cab to the apartment, a sparsely furnished Airbnb above one of Amsterdam’s bazillion outdoor markets. No sooner do we arrive than head out on-foot for a reservation at Mystique. About a 15 minute walk through herds of cyclists and trams that threaten to cut you into ribbons.

Greeted by 70’s funk and disco, Mystique is empty.  I know we’re eating early, but I expected a crowd based on reviews. We peruse the menu, have a few tasty cocktails, and start with the duck confit wantons in an Indian carrot cream.  Delicious.  Nicely plated.  Crispy wantons with tender duck – pipping hot and packed with flavor.  I like when dish one makes me happy.

Are you from Amsterdam?” we ask the waiter.
Yep. You won’t find too many of us around.
What’s good here?
People love the ribs.

Who woulda thunk I’d have excellent ribs in Amsterdam?  And such perfectly crispy fries. I also dug the Farmhouse Chicken with truffle, mushrooms, rösti and truffle gravy. Kim found it a little dry but she’s not into white meat in general (except for me).

Amsterdam - Mystique - Photo by MC Krispy E
Amsterdam - Mystique - Photo by MC Krispy E

Amsterdam - Mystique - Photo by MC Krispy E
I have another drink, happy to be with my girl in a strange city. The Groove Line by Heatwave pumps through the speakers.

Awwww shit. This playlist is awesome,” I tell the waiter.
We hate it,” he says. “We hear the same songs over and over all week.

The waiter, admittedly more shoegaze than funk-disco, was our first real taste of Amsterdam and we dug him. Super friendly in a no bullshit way – he gave us the address for a dinner spot the next night and we left happy and full.

Let’s get the red light distinct out of the way,” I say to Kim and we flow with a river of impaired tourists through narrow medieval streets to check it out. I like half-naked girls even more than the next guy, but I don’t like swaths of drunken tourists gawking at them through windows. And I ain’t about to wait in a line to watch strangers have sex in front of an audience – I hate lines, strangers, and audiences.  Sorry, sex.

Amsterdam - Red Light District - Photo by MC Krispy E

Sometime the next day I was relieved to learn that the selling points of weed and prostitution are the least interesting things about Amsterdam. I was surprised to find it so beautiful and walk-able. So many canals, and exciting public squares and cafes and bustle. A mix of medieval old school and punk rock. And the museum scene is off the hook; RijksmuseumVan Gogh, and Stedelijk. They love artists here.

Had some delicious Benedict on thick cut bacon and bread at Bakers and Roasters with perfecto ice-coffee, too. Kim got the Eggs Florentine, also excellent.  No wonder there’s a line at this place. We got here just in time.

Don’t you love when a line forms after you’re already seated?
Suck it, tourists!

Amsterdam - Bakers & Roasters - Photo by MC Krispy E

Amsterdam - Bakers & Roasters - Photo by MC Krispy E
It’s hard to walk around Amsterdam and not eat some street food. At least that’s what I tell myself.  We’d heard a lot about stroopwafels, and yes, those were super hot and sweet and yummy. Also, some little profiteroles with Nutella and butter were tasty, if a little soft. Meanwhile, Kim was on the hunt for a herring sandwich, a local delicacy, and she was a bit underwhelmed when she finally had it.  Some people eat the whole herring at once and others opt for a hot-dog roll. I opted to not even look at it.

It’s too soft,” she says. “Soft roll on top of soft fish. Wanna try?
I wouldn’t touch that with Hitler’s penis.”

Taking that waiter’s advice, we hit Kantjil, where the table gets covered in small plates, bowls, and white rice. They really inundate you with quantity, but I suspect there are better such rice tables in Amsterdam. Heck, there’s one right in South Slope. Kim likes seafood more than I, as well as pickled vegetables, so I think she dug this place more than me.

Amsterdam - Kantjil - Photo by MC Krispy E

We picked up a few joints and a pot muffin at a local coffee shop and blew some smoke off the terrace – marveling about how far we were from home, mesmerized by the clean up crew still packing away the market.

They do this like everyday, twice a day, all over the city,” Kim says.
Let’s hope that legalizing weed in the states doesn’t detract too much from tourism here.

The sun reflects in the canal as the last day of our adventure across Paris, Bruges, and Amsterdam comes to an end.

We’re very lucky,” Kim says to me. And she’s right. Again.

Amsterdam - Photo by MC Krispy E

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Rest Easy Eric Curran a.k.a M.C Krispy E

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Almost every year for the past 6 years and on the same day, I’ve posted the same pic of me in the hospital  during my temporary and untimely demise  in 2015. A few weeks after I was back to “normal”, I asked Eric “Why’d you take the pics?” And he said, “I knew you would want to write about it if you lived.” Eric was right. Eric was often right and Eric always had my best interest at heart. I am going to miss my friend.

You ever meet someone and become friends immediately?! Well this was not the case with Eric. Before he was my manager at Morgan Stanley, I would often see this 6’4″, giant white guy walk up to the only black woman at work, say something then walk away without any hint of human emotion. Naturally I thought he was a jerk until I asked her “Yo, is that dude bothering you?” She laughed and proceeded to tell me he was a great person, which I ultimately got to experience first hand. Little did I know this Italian from Staten Island was more Brooklyn than most Brooklynites.

Eric was not with the shits!! If there were ever someone who lived their life in direct, honest and no uncertain terms, that would be Eric. He would ask me questions at work like “Why are the other consultants making more money than you?” I knew the answer to that question and so did he. Eric then proceeded to increase my salary by 15K. After arguing with all our managers that “You need to hire Alfred!”, they eventually did 1 year prior to the 2015 incident. In the hospital, one of my friends asked me, “What if you didn’t have health insurance when this happened?” I would be in debt for the rest of my life is the obvious answer. I still am in debt for the rest of my life but at least, it is to those who made sure I had a more enjoyable life and for that, I will gladly repay.

My mom loved to tell me the story of how she met Eric. After they told her I was going to be in the ICU for some time, she told the doctor “Well I’m not going anywhere.” She then hears a voice from that back of the room that says “Well I’m not going anywhere either!” That was Eric and in true form, he was at that hospital every single day until I was discharged.

Eric passed away in December 2021 of stage 4 cancer. After feeling faint on his way to my bbq, he went to get checked out and was diagnosed. During the past 5 years, Eric lost his mom, twin brother and dad. I can’t even begin to imagine what that must have felt like but I’m glad that pain he was feeling is no more.

It’s been a bit difficult to deal with it to be quite honest and I’ve been writing this in my head for years but never had the bravery or grace to accept that my friend wouldn’t be here soon. I also can’t imagine what it must be like to lose your entire family nucleus unexpectedly. In true Eric fashion however, I would like this to not be about me but whomever has lost someone and has been coping. I’ve always intimated that my life would not be as enriched as it was were it not for the people in it. The problem with that is there is also no way to deny that it feels empty without those who helped craft your path. Rather than focus on the negative, I would rather focus on the examples of duty, family and emotional intelligence. All concepts reinforced by Eric that have led me to have successful relationships since I’ve put them into practice.

From being my manager to my business partner, writer, book editor, artistic director, and most importantly, my friend, I am going to miss you MC Krispy E a.k.a “Enrique Pollazo!” And although you told me Enrique means Henry in Spanish and not Eric, it was too late!

Sidebar. The day I was discharged, while everyone was deciding what was best for me, no one had remembered that I would need clothes in order to leave the hospital. Eric shows up (unasked) with all the clothes I had on the day I coded, laundered and ready to go. I don’t know what I’ve done to deserve friends like this but i need to keep doing it! Sidebar complete.

Rest in Peace Eric. “Be Good.”

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Writing Your First Book / Should I Self Publish?

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I had the distinct pleasure of  participating in a panel discussion on writing your first book, presented by the Harlem chapter of Alpha Phi Alpha Fraternity Inc.  Alongside Jim St. Germain, Author – A Stone of Hope: A Memoir and Dr. Keneshia Nicole Grant, Author – The Great Migration and the Democratic Party: Black Voters and the Realignment of American Politics in the 20th Century.  We opined on pain points, benefits and strategies regarding our inaugural voyages into authorship. Feel free to watch for your self and I hope this provides some insight to all those looking to make the same voyage. Enjoy!

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What the NFT is a BEEPLE?

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On March 11 this year, the digital artist Beeple sold a collage of digital images from his “Everydays” series for nearly 70 million dollars as an NFT, or non-fungible token. And if that sentence confuses you, you’re not alone.

A non-fungible token is a unit of data on a digital ledger called a blockchain, where each NFT can represent a unique digital item, and thus they are not interchangeable. NFTs can represent digital files such as art, audio, video, and other forms of creative work. While the digital files themselves are infinitely reproducible, the NFTs representing them are tracked on their underlying blockchains and provide buyers with proof of ownership.” – Wikipedia

Still confused? Let the artist himself explain it, and learn how he went from NFT newbie to making the third most expensive artwork by a living artist in three months. Not to suggest Beeple is an overnight success. The “Everydays” series alone involved creating a piece of art every day since May 1, 2007 – and he hasn’t missed a day.

Check out some of Beeple’s amazing and controversial work below.

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