Bored (am writing as I go)

Thu 12.30.2004 @ 4:57 pm
7ish in the morning (at work):
I'm checking my email this morning and... it took me 15 minutes to search through all the undeleted mails to get to the one I wanted. Must erase erroneous email. Is there anything to be said/written about keepsake emails?

8:23am:
I was talking to Benny about how donations may or may not actually reach victims. I told him about Unicef. All the times I have actually donated my time/money to them, they actually keep me informed of where it is going and who it's helping. Granted it is not a detailed report or anything but there is no doubt in my mind the money did not get "lost" in someone's pocket. Then Benny mentions that Unicef is for kids ain't it? Usually yes. What they do is aid children in war torn countries but in special cases like this, they help everybody. Kids, Adults, ect...
So if you want to donate anything here is the link, Donations for Tsunami Victims. For more info on what Unicef does with donations here is a very good article.

Later:
I don't know how anybody can drink eight glasses of water a day, much less 13 like Debs. I'm going to the loo every 15 min. It's exhausting.

Goody, Douglas just called. He asked if we "could do lunch". How more Californian can he get?

1'ish:
There is nothing to do at work. Just finished phone call with friend, reminiscing of xmas party. So much fun! We had it at Julies house, must call her later (my cells working again hurrah! Only I lost it somewhere in my room). I had forgotten how fun parties are when there is no playstation/xbox or tv to distract the guys. We all danced, drank and had a great time. Johnnies were delicious and it's great to be able to smoke indoors for once. Danced all night, at the end had great fun with the Doors music. Another great think about Julie, she shares my Jim obsession. Later on danced with Josh... really fine dancer. Mmm, like dancing with him. And encouraged Yota to spill the beans sort of to a certain blonde, blue eyed man but she chickened out. To be honest I'm glad she didn't listen to my ramblings that night, b/c I was gone. But she has lost very good oportunities in the past. In the car on the way home she had a three person cheering squad urging her on but she finally decided against turning the car around, going to the house, walking in, going up to him, and giving him a big kiss and walking right back out (my idea). Just realized we were behaving like little kids. Ah well... better behave like little kids while we still have the chance.

I am itching to use my new phone, but Mervyn's waiting to program and thus deprogram the phone. Hope it's ready by next week so I can take pictures in Mexico. Can't wait to go to Mexico. Must still buy long evening dress. I don't like the fact that I have to buy something to only wear once, oh well.
I bought my uncle a signed photo of Kiss with all 4 original members, he's gonna flip. Oh, Douglas is here....

4:00:
Douglas came and went. Good Lunch. For xmas he gave me a (I forgot the japanese name for it) but it is a tiny table, think ala tv dinner style. It's vintage from the 50's, very nice gift. I gave him a calendar book with dirty ads from the 70's. He also dropped by some movies and animes for me to watch. The one that caught my eye the most was a movie where the director took out the sky in his shots and replaced it with a painting he did of the sky. Very surreal and original idea. (my opinion). Also another movie by Takeshi Kitano about the love story of two deaf mutes. (interesting if anything).
some useless trivia learned from Douglas: The nickname "the crapper" meaning "the loo" actually was coined by the man who invented the toilet, Mr. Crapper. I can't believe anyone had a last name like that. It's like Mr. Cepeda in spanish.
It' slow as anything today... boss came and told us we could leave earlier. very generous of him. In 1 hour I'm gone. Hurrah!

Susan Sontag dies today from cancer.

Tue 12.28.2004 @ 7:26 pm
SUSAN SONTAG was the most provocative and prolific of the new wave of New York intellectuals who came to prominence in the 1960s and 1970s. Her writing during those years of enormous cultural and political change earned her the sobriquet of -the evangelist of the new-, and her polymath expertise and vocal cultural comment made her in subsequent years one of the closest equivalents in her country to the French concept of a public intellectual.

Full Article from Times UK

I hate cancer.

Bugger

Tue 12.28.2004 @ 1:11 pm
Listening to Moody Blues: Knights in White Satin

I'm so embarrased. I pick up my cell to make a call and I hear a jingle followed by an lady's automated voice letting me know I have forgotten to pay and my cell has been temporarily cancelled. Dah. I can't believe I forgot the blasted bill! The thing is, sometimes they send me the invoice in the mail and sometimes they don't, so I just usually drive up to the store and pay in person. Too much xmas on the mind I guess.

And speaking of other things. Was at gym yesterday jogging, reading the captions on one of the tellys that hang from the ceiling. They were reporting on the tsunami that devasted all those countries. Saw the footage of people running from gargantuan waves and being carried to the sea. It was awful. I stopped jogging three times unconsciously and almost fell off the blasted machine. The report continued with another cut to a scene from hollywood movie "Day After Tomorrow" where ocean waves drown New York City, and after the shot ended there appeared on the screen a caption that said, "Could it happen to us?"
America and her extreme narcissism.Honestly! First of the movie shot was about the polar ice caps melting and bringing down another ice age, something that won't happpen, at least in the next 100,000 years. Second, all the people who have died from the marimoto and the news anchors sadly report 8 americans have died. Excuse me? How about the 27,000+ non americans? I hate it when the news reports tragedies based on nationality. I was watching Fox news channel, go figure.

And on other trivial news, after the tsunami report, there was a shot of Homer Simpson with the captions, "Is going to die!" What? Homer cannot die, unless he will miraculously be reborn or something.

And on even more trivial news, they are FINALLY making a "Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy" movie. Hurrah! Saw the preview when I went to watch "The Aquatic Life with Steve Zissou".

(will post about xmas party later)

Tsunami Disaster

Mon 12.27.2004 @ 2:47 pm
COLOMBO, Sri Lanka - Rescuers piled up bodies Monday along southern Asian coastlines devastated by tidal waves that obliterated seaside towns and killed more than 22,000 people in 10 countries. With thousands missing and the death toll expected to climb far higher, aid agencies and nations rushed to help millions of people left homeless or without clean water.

Hundreds of children were buried in mass graves in India, and morgues and hospitals struggled to cope with the catastrophe. Somalia reported hundreds of deaths, some 3,000 miles away from the earthquake off Indonesia that sent tsunamis raging across the Indian Ocean.

The International Red Cross reported 23,700 deaths and expressed concern about waterborne diseases like malaria and cholera. Jan Egeland, the U.N. Emergency Relief Coordinator, said millions of people were affected - by lost homes, polluted drinking water, destroyed sanitation - and that the cost of the damage would "probably be many billions of dollars."

Look at Map

I'm praying for the safety of all the survivors and for quick deliverance of all the ones who passed away.

Well, that's as totally cliché as it got

Sat 12.25.2004 @ 5:34 am
It snowed beautifully for a couple of hours, the snow actually stayed on the ground but that was it. My hopes for making snow angels christmas morning in manner of cheesy xmas flick have gone to shit. Oh well... I guess I might be too cynical to enjoy it to the fullest.

It's 4:23 am. Ignore the date stamped at the bottom of this post, I'm central time, always one hour behind. Don't know how to fix that problem in cgi, so I'll let it be. Anyway.... drank way too much last night, not hung over but feeling light headed but unable to sleep.

Bought the second Bridget Jones' Book and finished (counting with fingers) about 20 minutes ago. It took me... aprox. 10 hours to finish, and that including dinner, opening presents, playing in the snow, and getting smashed. (will blog about book/movie comparisons and how I'm dissapointed later) Tee-Hee! I realize I'm writing in manner of book, but I'm impressionable with things I let my mind digest. Same goes for movies, it takes me two days to stop speaking in scottish accent after having watched Trainspotting. mmm. Ewan Mcgregor. Strangely enough by mid-day (of second day) my scottish accent has traveled to india and I sound like Ghandi.

I hope everyone had a wonderful christmas (I just deleted some sappy/touching/too personal revealing words) but instead I'll just type that I sincerely do hope you are happy, healthy, and surrounded by people you love right now; and for the people who have left, you'll see them again. If you don't trust my words, trust His.

It's Snowing!

Fri 12.24.2004 @ 3:51 pm
Hurrah! It's actually snowing in Houston, and it's not sleet but actual-to-goodness snow. Tee-Hee! And on Christmas Eve, how much more totally cliché can this day get? I'll keep you posted.

Steve Martin's Holiday Wish

Fri 12.24.2004 @ 3:00 pm

Listening to: My Sweet Lord by George Harrison

Performed on SNL in 1991.

If I had one wish that I could wish this holiday season, it would be that all the children to join hands and sing together in the spirit of harmony and peace.
If I had two wishes I could make this holiday season, the first would be for all the children of the world to join hands and sing in the spirit of harmony and peace. And the second would be for 30 million dollars a month to be given to me, tax-free in a Swiss bank account.
You know, if I had three wishes I could make this holiday season, the first, of course, would be for all the children of the world to get together and sing, the second would be for the 30 million dollars every month to me, and the third would be for encompassing power over every living being in the entire universe.
And if I had four wishes that I could make this holiday season, the first would be the crap about the kids definitely, the second would be for the 30 million, the third would be for all the power, and the fourth would be to set aside one month each year to have an extended 31-day orgasm, to be brought out slowly by Rosanna Arquette and that model Paulina-somebody, I can't think of her name. Of course my lovely wife can come too and she's behind me one hundred percent here, I guarantee it.
Wait a minute, maybe the sex thing should be the first wish, so if I made that the first wish, because it could all go boom tomorrow, then what do you got, y'know? No, no, the kids, the kids singing would be great, that would be nice. But wait a minute, who am I kidding? They're not going to be able to get all those kids together. I mean, the logistics of the thing is impossible, more trouble than it's worth!
So -- we reorganize! Here we go. First, the sex thing. We go with that. Second, the money. No, we got with the power second, then the money. And then the kids. Oh wait, oh jeez, I forgot about revenge against my enemies! Okay, I need revenge against all my enemies, they should die like pigs in hell! That would be my fourth wish. And, of course, my fifth wish would be for all the children of the world to join hands and sing together in the spirit of harmony and peace. Thank you everybody and Merry Christmas.

Hurrah! Much thanks and wishes to All Things Christie!

Update

Thu 12.23.2004 @ 3:46 am
Quick update. Been buying xmas presents for family and friends. Will not list them here incase they are reading this... (nice try) Found out it is impossible to buy things for men, cannot fathom what to get my male friends. A shirt? A tie? No... too boring. Gag gift? No, it's xmas, present should be something touching but not gay. Anyway, gifts for male friends is done. Isn't the important part that it's the thought that counts?

Will go for killer xmas party on the 25th. Planning to get drunk and party. Not looking forward to New Years new years (that holiday does not deserve capital letters). Loath new years, the expectations are so massively high that depression is sure to occur from having done nothing the previous year. Getting drunk on the unspeakable holiday only aids in sinking me further.

If I don't write again, merry xmas and happy new year (ha ha)

One Hundred Things About Me...

Sun 12.19.2004 @ 12:14 am
Okay so this is a list of, 100 Things About Me. The title is self explanatory. (It took alot out of me to finish this damn list) And if you're even remotely interested in reading this, I'm honored...Let me just wish you good luck.

  1. I was born in Bogota, Colombia on April 27, 1983, and that now makes me 21 years of age.
  2. I would like to stay 21 forever, in the physical sense.
  3. My momma makes the best bacalo ever. Seriously.
  4. I don't cook, except for three things. Eggs, Garlic Pasta (Al dente) with shrimp, and Bombitas
  5. I'm in college studying communications with a parallel theater degree.
  6. I love anything to do with art and the process of creating.
  7. My favorite artists (in no particular order) are Gustav Klimt, Frida Kahlo, Diego Rivera, Matisse, Egon Schiele, Picasso, Dali, Mary Cassat, Edward Degas, Botero ... (actually this list would be much too long, I'll stop there)
  8. I like comic books and I am not shy in admitting it.
  9. The only sports I'll watch without anyone forcing me is Boxing and Soccer (during the World Cup only)
  10. I love to read.
  11. I don't idolize movie stars.
  12. I love Jim Morrison.
  13. Out of all the music genres I could not live without rock and roll.
  14. My favorite rock and roll groups are (again in no particular order) The Doors, Janis Joplin, Cream, The White Stripes, The Black Keys, The Beatles, Chuck Berry, The Temptations (Mo Town is rock) ect...
  15. Hayao Miyazaki is the best anime film maker period.
  16. "The Grave of the Fireflies", a film by Miyazaki brought on the first asthma attack in three solid asthma free years.
  17. I don't officially have asthma.
  18. I often wake up at night because I have stopped breathing.
  19. I plan to go to the doctor for this... I probably won't go.
  20. I wear contact lenses.
  21. Once I starts working I plan to save up for lazor-eye-surgery.
  22. My favorite American decade is the 60's but I wouldn't like to have lived through it. Just kinda drop by and see the Doors play live.
  23. My first language is spanish, but I'm more comfortable speaking english
  24. I was never taught to read or write in Spanish.
  25. In Colombia my parents enrolled me in an elementary school named, The English School. They were famous for having fully fluent spanish and english graduates. They began by teaching their pupils english first.
  26. I learned to read and write in spanish on my own.
  27. It took me a year to be fluent in english (I was seven).
  28. I took 3 years of french in highschool.
  29. I can count in french.
  30. Am planning to buy some books and teach myself italian. I figure it'd be the easiest language to learn.
  31. I really want an ipod.
  32. I like poetry but don't love it.
  33. I much prefer to write poetry than read it.
  34. I like to surround myself with creative, interesting people.
  35. But that's not a perequisite for being a friend. Besides everybody is interesting in their own way.
  36. I cannot paint but I am decent with a pencil or charcoal.
  37. I find strong hands to be sexy.
  38. I find a deep voice to be very sexy. (take not my Morrison complex)
  39. A friend brought me back from france some rocks from Jim Morrison's grave.
  40. One day I woke up and the rocks were inbetween my sheets. To this day I have no idea how they got there. Safe to say I freaked out!
  41. I wish I could sing like Janis Joplin.
  42. I dislike girls who raise the pitch of their voice to sound more feminine.
  43. I find myself speaking in a higher pitch now more than ever.
  44. I am forcing myself out of that habit.
  45. I like to sleep in the morning, not at night.
  46. I like being alone alot of the time.
  47. I got lost in the mall once while there was a bomb scare.
  48. While everyone was rushing around all I remembered was my dad telling me that whenever I get lost to stay put and not wander around. I repeated that in my head over and over again until they found me. I was 4.
  49. Ever since I was little I've thought about death and the passing of time.
  50. I love going to old building and ruins. The thought of people having lived there hundreds of years prior freaks me out.
  51. I have two dogs. A cocker spaniel and a german sheperd.
  52. I love animals.
  53. For most of my childhood I wanted to be a vetenarian.
  54. I carry a zip lock bag with ham in my purse all the time just in case I run into a lost dog. It's easier for me to catch him.
  55. I am not a vegetarian.
  56. I am against animal abuse but I don't see eating meat as a crime. The abuse of an animal, even if you're going to eat him is wrong.
  57. I hate lima beans.
  58. I don't like eating soups, except for the potato soup in La Madeleine.
  59. I love to travel.
  60. I am mix of cherokee, mexican, white, asian.
  61. My first name is Erika but I like to be called by my second name, Magdalena.
  62. I can hold my tequila.
  63. I am scared of the ocean. If you drown, no one will ever find you.
  64. I want to scuba dive and swim with dolphins.
  65. I dislike and would not swim with Killer Whales.
  66. I am no longer afraid of death.
  67. I was raised a catholic, and still am one.
  68. We are not a family who goes to church every sunday but we have God in our hearts every moment of everyday and are conscious of that fact.
  69. I can only do accents when I hear them.
  70. I wish my Colombian accent was still there.
  71. I love to act.
  72. Whenever I get nervous I stutter
  73. The doctors have said nothing is wrong with me, it's just that my brain works a lot faster than I can ever hope to get out of my mouth, thus the stutter.
  74. I like to shop only when I have money.
  75. My dream would be to earn enough money from acting to live comfortably.
  76. My mom is the most beautiful person I've ever seen.
  77. I wish I has eyes like hers.
  78. I'm horrible at "brown nosing".
  79. I'm horrible at small talk.
  80. I hate living in humid places.
  81. I have lived in Houston for the past 15 years, one of the most humid places ever!
  82. I miss living in a place with mountains.
  83. I have never been to the eastern hemisphere.
  84. I change the way I dress when it becomes 'popular' with the masses.
  85. I hate gossiping.
  86. I have not yet fallen in love but I'm not in a hurry to.
  87. I would like to have a child some day.
  88. If I had enough money to be a proper philantropist (enough to make an actual difference) I would give my support to Unicef and the Aspca.
  89. I love to write.
  90. I am writing a book right now.
  91. My favorite salad is the Chicken Ceasar Salad.
  92. Astrologically I am between a Taurus and an Aries.
  93. I can do tarot readings and palm readings.
  94. So far I've been acurate on my readings.
  95. I believe tarot and palm readings are games and should not be taken seriously.
  96. When I was younger there was a time I was obssessed with the ouija board.
  97. I won't play that game again.
  98. I remember the first time I played Nintendo, I lost to a mushroom.
  99. My first cartoon crush was to Lion-o from Thundercats.
  100. A friend made the discovery that Lion-o looks like Jim Morrison.

I HAD to blog about this

Sat 12.18.2004 @ 11:16 pm
quiz

You know you love your dog when ...

Sat 12.18.2004 @ 9:15 pm

Listening to: Killing Me Softly by The Fugees

You know you love your dog when ...
He has a massive attack of diarrhea and in less than 12 hours you clean three putrid/green/vomit-inducing piles of liquifide poop.

Everyboy else knows you love your dog when ...
You're giving him a walk in the park in hopes his upset digestive track will calm down, and he poops. Normal/solid/less-rancid poops. And you cheer and clap and do a little dance in appreciation while other dog walkers and pedestrians try and avoid your gaze, walking by you with a slight faster step.

FQ TOPIC: Strange.

Sat 12.18.2004 @ 9:14 pm
FQ1: What's the strangest thing you've ever eaten?
Hmm... That all depends on where I am. But, I guess for people here it'd be mole. It's part chocolate, part dressing that you put on anything. It's not sweet, but very tasty.

FQ2: What's the strangest thing you've ever read?
I don't find things I read strange...

FQ3: What's the strangest thing you've ever seen?
Shit, this is hard. I suppose it would be a guy's green dyed pubic hair (I was caught unawares and don't ask)

FQ You: What's the strangest thing you've ever done?
Trying to answer this damn thing...

Thanks to FQ Friday, I know it's Saturday, but what the fuck right?

Xmas Shin-dig thank to Job Photos

Thu 12.16.2004 @ 11:52 am
Listening to: Lauryn Hill, To Zion
Okay, it's only two photos. This one is my dessert, très délicieux, called Tres Leches.

This other one is of the group as we were about to leave. Come to think of it, all Xmas photos should be taken before everybody eats. I'm not gonna say who, but before that picture was taken somebody had to be reminded to button his/her pants and tie his/her belt. =)




Lauryn Hill, where are you?

Recurring thought

Wed 12.15.2004 @ 11:12 pm
Is it normal to think of death on a daily basis? Not just a daily basis but sometimes hourly? And I know that question has loopholes already in it without attempting to answer anything, because what is normal? Can it even be defined successfully to meet all criteria? Well, according to Webster it can.

Main Entry: nor.mal
Pronunciation: 'nor-m&l
Function: adjective
Etymology: Latin normalis, from norma
a : of, relating to, or characterized by average intelligence or development
b : free from mental disorder : SANE

Death can mean different things and evoke different emotions, it's all in the way I wrap my mind about it. The approach I take and the facts I lay down on the 'table'. We are all going to die. A friend of mine is always saying how we begin to die the minute we are born, which in fact is true. But death, the ogre in people's subconscious, is not the 'act of dying day by day' but the actual moment in which we pass from this physical life. And what lies beyond death? Well, I leave that to your individual faiths or lack of, whichever the case may be. And in being conscious of the fact that death can come at any moment, why are people so flippant it? They ignore it, brush it off their mind and even deny the topic even exists. This is a very common reaction to something a person fears, something unknown.

And in that, is it normal to not really mind if death comes tommorrow or in 5 decades? I mean, yes there is alot of things I want to do. If I think of it that way there is so much for me to still live for. You might think of family and friends, but well, I believe I will see them again. Death is not death. Death is simply a transition, something we were meant to have forgotten as we were given a body and something we will remember as we leave. And I have a gut feeling it is something so simple, that's always been in front of our noses and we just don't see it. I know alot of people will argue with this. I have heard the arguments, thank you. And I am still not convinced.

Anyway.... these are just some thoughts, the tip of an iceberg really.

Main Entry: 1die
Pronunciation: 'dI
Function: intransitive verb
Inflected Form(s): died; dy.ing /'dI-i[ng]/
Etymology: Middle English dien, from or akin to Old Norse deyja to die; akin to Old High German touwen to die
1 : to pass from physical life : EXPIRE
2 a : to pass out of existence : CEASE b : to disappear or subside gradually -- often used with away, down, or out
3 a : SINK, LANGUISH b : to long keenly or desperately c : to be overwhelmed by emotion
4 a : to cease functioning : STOP b : to end in failure
5 : to become indifferent
- die hard 1 : to be long in dying 2 : to continue resistance against hopeless odds
- die on the vine : to fail especially at an early stage through lack of support or enthusiasm

Gustav Klimt

Wed 12.15.2004 @ 7:44 pm
My blog being still a wee baby, I have yet to mention my total rapture with Gustav Klimt. Let me begin my long and passionate story with one sentence.

I love Gustav

One of his paintings made its way to the MFAH, the Portrait of Adele Bloch-Bauer I.
Click on the picture to see the painting close up... Isn't it fantastic? And in person... woowee! I studied it for 2 hours.... no joke. (I would have shrieked to see this one, Pallas Athene. But alas, it was not to be that day.)

On another related topic... saw Monet's Waterlilies, soo unimpressed. The painting itself takes up 3 walls, but the part of the painting everyone sees in posters and postcards is actually 1/8 of the painting. The rest is a bunch of ugly green. (sorry to offend any Monet fans). I also got to study upclose some Dali's which were miniature... only 8 1/2 x 11 inches! And the detail! Geez...
I also saw Starry Night by Van Gogh, some bad Picasso's ... The highlight was my Klimt... I will blog more about what I saw, and of Klimt later.

ps Oh! And I almost forgot Egon Schiele! For anyone who loves Klimt surely loves Schiele...

testing stupid blog that keeps freaking out

Wed 12.15.2004 @ 7:42 pm

Xmas Shin-dig Dinner from the good folks at Job

Tue 12.14.2004 @ 10:56 am
So we had our christmas dinner yesterday. Went to Churrascos over in westheimer. A restaurant with Argentinian cuisine, the food was delicious. So much so.... that the next morning and I. Am. Still. Full.

Ug... I hate going to bed on a full stomach but I needed to arrive at work around 7:30... and preferably with no dark circles under my eyes that would frighten the customers away. So I slept, with nightmares of flying food that mocked me, well not really, but that dream would have been interesting eh?

Over dinner we spoke of many things, somehow or other those 'things' led to Mexico. We spoke of Monterrey, where my Grandma is from. We spoke of how different Mexico used to be 20 years prior. The quick deterioration of our country and all that malarcky.... and after a couple of bottles of wine we came to the conclusion that what Mexico really needs is another revolution. The corruption is so deeply ingrained that no weed killer can wack (no pun intended) the problem away. We spoke of Zapata and Villa...

I am not saying we should strive for a non-corrupt government b/c I don't think one exists, or will ever exist among men. That is fighting human nature itself (And... as Ms. America I would like to end world hunger and to bring peace to all men!) BUT, I do thing Mexico could have a government that is far less corrupt than the one we have today? Why not? As the american that I am (among other things), I can't help to compare the US government with Mexico's and hope for the same good things that have happened here to happen there. Democracy ain't the best form of government but there isn't anything that is, and Mexico supposedly has a democracy.... And really, in theory Mexico's constitution is eerily similar the the states. Where did we go wrong? There are so many reasons...

Dah, I think I'm just upset about my still full stomach... I'm babbling here.

John Ciardi

Mon 12.13.2004 @ 12:30 am
When the violin repeats what the piano has just played, it cannot make the same sounds and it can only approximate the same chords. It can, however, make recognizably the same "music", the same air. But it can do so only when it is to the self-logic of the piano.

Language too is an instrument, and each language has its own logic. I believe that the process of rendering from language to language is better conceived as a "transposition" than as a "translation", for "translation" implies a series of word-for-word equivalents that do not exist across language boundaries any more than piano sounds exist in the violin.

I have begun reading Dante's Inferno, and the paragraph (above) was literally the first one I read, in the introduction. I haven't read anything about "the act of translating" so eloquently and honestly put.

Oh, and I took down the jukebox because it was getting on my nerves :/

Memetime

Sat 12.11.2004 @ 10:55 pm
  1. Open up the music player on your computer.
  2. Set it to play your entire music collection.
  3. Hit the “shuffle” command.
  4. Tell us the title of the next ten songs that show up (with their musicians), no matter how embarrassing. That’s right, no skipping that Carpenters tune that will totally destroy your hip credibility. It’s time for total musical honesty.
  5. Write it up in your blog or journal and link back to at least a couple of the other sites where you saw this.
  6. If you get the same artist twice, you may skip the second (or third, or etc.) occurances. You don’t have to, but since randomness could mean you end up with a list of ten song with five artists, you can if you’d like.

And here’s the 10 that iTunes gave to me:

  1. Farewell Blues - The Seatbelts
  2. Minor Swing - Rachael Portman (Chocolat Soundtrack)
  3. Turtle Blues -Janis Joplin
  4. A 1970 Interview - Jim Morrison
  5. Pedro Infante - Te Vengo a Buscar
  6. Patsy Cline - You're Cheating Heart
  7. Carolina - Taraf de Haidouks
  8. Excuse Me Ms. - Jay Z, featuring Pharell
  9. Killing Me Softly - Lauryn Hill, The Fugees
  10. You're Pretty Good Looking for a Girl - The White Stripes

I have so much more in my itunes... but that's what came up first.

thanks to: Neil's World

Take a look at this...

Thu 12.09.2004 @ 10:04 pm
Don't worry, this won't take long

I enjoyed the beginning picture alot more than the actual video, b/c the video is... scary.

SHI MIAN MAI FU / HOUSE OF FLYING DAGGERS

Thu 12.09.2004 @ 9:58 am
I watched the "above stated title" yesterday night. At the repeated (morning, noon, and night) request of my beloved (and extremely infatuated) friend who shall remain nameless but, who I will further adhere to as "Puss in Boots (he/she knows why, oh and stop laughing!)

... anyway I'm sorry, I lost my place, where was I?

Oh yes, I watched the movie and I hate to eat crow but I loved it. A bunch of fluff and lovey-dovey scenes but when they involve a certain handsome Takeshi Kaneshiro, what girl or homosexual male would mind? Certainly not me... or Dave, who was drooling at the screen.
I recommend you see it, I bought a dvd from ebay, but if you live in the L.A. or New York areas it is now playing in movie theaters there. I'm almost positive that, seeing how people here reacted to Hero, this might be a nice success in the states. There is still lots of beautiful fight scenes, and a tragic ending? I won't comment there. Just remember that if this movie wins any awards you heard it from me first, and if it doesn't win anything.. oh well, I never claimed to predict the future did I? =)

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Comments

Tue 12.07.2004 @ 1:23 pm

I've been getting a lot of answers to my blog entries... but in my email. Is there a reason why you don't want to comment on the blog? (everytime I write that word I shudder) Anyway, um, I'd like to say thanks to all those who wrote in about an entry of mine a few days back.
And also to a certain Ryze lurker.... thanks.

Story

Tue 12.07.2004 @ 12:06 pm
I was talking with a customer today who had come in to pick up his prints. Being an ex-cop I love talking to him whenever he drops by because he has some of the most amazing stories, I swear I blush more times on the days he comes by than in six months combined. Today though, he told me another type of story.
He is an ex-cop, not because he was fired but because he had realized all of his working life, he had put his job over his family. He told me that being a cop was a lot of fun for him, he loved it. Being the "big" man. driving around... arresting criminals... One day he came home, apologizing because once again he had been late coming home and everyone had already eaten dinner when his wife, without malice or anger, simply stated it was okay because the kids and her had learned to live without him.

That made him stop and listen. But, he confessed to me, that that wasn't what really made him value his family. One day after work, you know how cops have locker rooms and they change back into civilian clothing and all? Well, he was changing along with a good buddy of his. This bud had a habit of always nagging about going to church. "Have you gone to church yet?" "Why don't you go?" "Bring your family next sunday to the church man." The ex-cop, the friend I'm narrating for, blew him off every time. He didn't need to go to church, what for?
But this one day his buddy asked him a very unusual question. "What is hell to you?"

My friend joked about a place deep underground with a lot of fire and pain... His buddy asked him, "Is there any place or anything worse than death?"

My friend shrugged his shoulders, tired with his bud's line of questions.

"I can tell you something worse than hell..." His friend began calmly. "How about whenever you die going to hell and discovering your family right there with you because you led away from Christ and to the devil?"

My friend tells me that that moment was the one where he changed his ways. At the moment though, he left his friend furious, but more furious at himself than anything else. He began putting his family first, going to church and slowly he began discovering that his job as a cop held no appeal anymore, it was no longer as fun as he once had thought in his youth. What was fun now was being around the people he loved.

Anyway, that was the story I wanted to share with y'all.

An actual quote...

Mon 12.06.2004 @ 7:39 pm

"I'm Colin Luther Powell

Public service is my thing

Don't do it for the ring, don't do it for the bling."

--Secretary of State COLIN POWELL, making his debut as a rapper at the Kennedy Center Honors in Washington.

38 meaningless questions

Sun 12.05.2004 @ 4:56 am

Name the Last Four Things You Have Bought: hmmm, A Tahari blazer, a pack of hardcore johnnies (I'm trying to quite, really), a cup of coffee, BMGmusic deal

Name Four Drinks You Regularly Drink: Coke, Fresca, Water, Green Tea with honey

Last Time You Cried? Last night.

What's In Your CD Player / iPod? Does everyone have an ipod except me? Right now I have a mixed Cd with Beethoven, Res, Alicia Keys and the Killers...

What's Under Your Bed? Photographs and old books.

What Time Did You Wake Up Today? Around 1pm...

Current Hair? brown/black

Current Clothes? jeans and a sweat shirt

Current Desktop Picture? my grandma

Current worry? my grandma

Current hate? I'm more lost than anything else

Favorite Places To Be? geographically speaking?

Least Favorite Place? I don't honestly know.

If You Could Play An Instrument? The guitar, I'm working on it though. Also the piano.

Favorite Color(s)? Black for clothes... Peridot for stone...

How Tall Are You? 5'7"

Favorite expression? it varies with the language

One Person From Your Past You Wish You Could Talk To: my grandma and grandpa

Favorite Day(s)? Friday and Saturday

Where Would You Like To Go? Machu Pichu, Paris, Colombia, Japan, India, Italy, Ireland...

Where do you want to live when you get married? uuhh....

Favorite food? geez... alot of different foods. I think if I only ate one, no matter how good it was, I'd get sick of it.

Color of most clothes you own: Black.

Number of pillows you sleep with? two

What do you wear when you go to sleep: t-shirt

What were you doing 12AM last night: out having coffee with friends

How old will you be in 10 yrs: 31

What do you think you'll be doing in 10 years: hopefully working on something I'm passionate about

Do you have braces? nope

Are you paranoid?! hell yeah

Do you burn or tan? both, weird eh?

What is the brand of you wallet? Paul Frank

First piercing/tattoo? Piercing: one in each ear.

First enemy? I don't know, and don't want to.

Last person you yelled at? Steve, he kept nibbling on my arm.

Last crush? Takeshi something... Mary was right, he is hot! =)

Last thing you ate? teriyaki chicken burger

The last time you had sex it was...? virgin

[stolen from beyondsky]

Idealism

Thu 12.02.2004 @ 1:12 pm

Yesterday during school I was roaming the halls, waiting for my next class to begin when I ran into an old friend. We started talking. You know, about this and that, nothing in particular. I laughed with him, him being a very comedic sort of chap, when he suddenly said he was glad to see me better. Happy to see I had gotten over my grandmother's death and put it behind me. At that moment I swear I had to tell myself to keep breathing. Is that what he thought? That I had gotten over her death?

I just stood there biting my lip and nodding as he again gave me his views on life and how we should not let tragedies hold us down and the what not. I realized that jazz sounded very pretty and not too long ago I would have been on the same page with him, but anyone who says those thing... they just don't know.

They don't know how painful it is to see them go. Knowing they wanted to be here, to live a bit longer. It's painful knowing that I didn't do all I could to tell her I loved her. That I had all these plans for us, for me to spoil her rotten, but that I needed more time. If God would have just waited a bit longer.. Just if... my head is always filled with just if. And that hurts like hell, because I realized I could have spoiled her rotten anytime I wanted to. I should not have waited so I could graduate and take her traveling with me. Because as much as all material things are important in this world, what you take with you and what matters most is the spirit... and I just wish I would have had more time No. I wish she would have had more time, because she fought till her. last. breath.

And I'm happy my friend doesn't know that. I'm glad he can still be so idealistic and I thank him for his thoughts. But the truth is I have not gotten over her death, and I never will. I just choose not to talk about it much anymore.
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