Sunday, October 31, 2010

Morning prelude

V rides his bicycle to work every morning. He tells me the world looks different from two wheels.

This week he came home one day and said: Mira..

   (taken with his first cel phone with a little help from bach)

i can have my cake and eat it too

My birthday month celebration came to an end yesterday as we celebrated my 45 years of existance in this wonderful galaxy.

I'm a cake snob.

In most situations I'm a humble down to earth girl who buys her clothes at thrift shops and drives a 14 year old Honda. But if I'm going to eat  four million calories I want every damn one to be worth the extra pound I'm going to gain. Dammit! For the last 4 years I've been going to the fanciest bakery in the county and I buy the most expensive cake I can find. As you can see, there was some serious psychological birthday drama in my childhood so this is my therapy. I'm convinced that a trip to France's bakeries will cure me from my birthday hang ups.

                            I "accidently" tasted the frosting before cutting it.

Monday, October 25, 2010

November trip

Because its music comes from soil and water. Because its music is handmade and raw. Because the requinto and the jarana are my good companions after work. Because I always wanted to dance my pain away on a tarimba. Because Hernan Cortes arrived here in 1519 and I still haven't. Because my abuela used to dressed me up with a white skirt and a black delantalito when I was 6 years old. Because there's a home for me in its music.

The following video's quality is poor but it has soul. It is unprocessed music. It is 100% organic and local. I love it. I can't wait to step on a tarimba.

November, please come soon.

Friday, October 22, 2010

youth 101

During my second year in college ( at a university located very close to the Orange Curtain and far away from Truth) I took a tv break bewtween my exercise phisiology class and my abnormal psychology class  to watch the Challanger. We were excited for Krista McAuliffe and her space dreams.  I had big career dreams too. I was going to become a successful physical therapist, perhaps I would even work for the USC football team. As I sat down watching the challanger I learned what happens to youth's dreams.

Tuesday, October 19, 2010

my birthday wish

my birthday wish
Originally uploaded by mario leko
I've been 45 years old for more than 30 hours. The world did change. I got some new skin cells and I think I heard another
of my gray hairs scream: "fuck you, L' Oreal!"

My darling husband hooked me up with the digital world and gave me a fancy cell phone for my b-day. I'm learning to text message.
Thanks, V!

(and thanks to mario leko for the photo)

Sunday, October 10, 2010

Sunday in the afternoon

                                               they went looking for seahorses

                                                  your shadow is a great companion.

Mama take this badge of me. I can't use it anymore. It's getting dark, too dark to see.

even the dog left

                                            It's been so long since I saw you.

                                                   Pelicans dream of Anacapa Island.

 girl and  sea

I said good morning to 17 pink sugar elephants, but they wouldn't speak to me.
(photo taken by V.)

Friday, October 8, 2010

October wish # 3: my father's health

I got the telephone call yesterday. You know which one I'm talking about.

Blood work.
The visit to UCLA Medical Center.

The fucking visit to UCLA Med. Center.

Welcome to the hotel california
Such a lovely place
Such a lovely face
Plenty of room at the hotel california
Any time of year, you can find it here

Tuesday, October 5, 2010

October wish #2: Don Cornelious and I

When I was a kid I was a girl with a mission.  My goal in life was to dance on Soul Train. I spent 274 Saturdays afternoons  practicing my busta moves. So, on this lovely evening, Don Cornelious has given me the best  present ever! He selected me to appear on his  tv dance show. He knows I worked my ass off in the 1970's.

Thank you, Don Cornelious!

Monday, October 4, 2010

October Wish #1

Excuse me while I indulge this month on me, me, and me! It is my birthday month and dammit, I will cry if I want to.

Actually, work is kicking my sorry ass. It has been a difficult school year. I need this space to release some tension. I have sweet students. They are bright and most of the don't speak English, but I'm working long hours. I can't really complain, at least I have a job, like,  you know?

Okay, going back to my first October wish: I want to teach Math with this energy and passion. In my fantasy it would be possible to teach algebra and functions and number sense in this manner to 22 second graders.

Can you spot me in the crowd?


Sundays with V

He doesn't dream of having a million dollars. His dreams don't include a Pulitzer Prize. When he looks at a list of donations he is not impressed with the man who donated thousands of dollars, he's impressed with the person who donated and chose to remain anonymous. His little camera has a tiny black spot on the lense, but refuses to get a new one, "why? It's only dust," he says. He's a good son. He calls his mother every Sunday and he actually has things to talk about. "What about the person I was before I met you?" "What about all the people I hurt with my lies, my wicked ways, my cynicism, my destructive ways. etc.?" He loves me.

We went out  to breakfast yesterday. On the way home, i connected my ipod to the car's radio because I wanted to listen to a recoding of jarocho music. He wanted to film the farm fields of our town. He didn't mind the music.

I think we are learning to listen to music together.

p.s. Sunday drives make him happy.

Sunday, October 3, 2010

Life before V

cuando vivía solita en la casita de la calle g

Aquí dormía. Dejaba las cortinas abiertas para hablar con los higos de octubre. Soñaba naranjas polacas y despierta caminaba con más deudas que vergϋenza. Tenía un novio por internet de Uruguay que pasaba horas hablandome de Rimbaud, pero a mi me interesaban más los fideos y el sonido de sus ll’s que mojaba en agua. También tenía una amiguito cyber de sol y polvo. El vivía en Argentina y me regalaba canciones de Sui Generis. Huí con miedo y miel cuando me regaló quiza porque.  Y tenía a Javi.

Javi de España.

Javi de los domingos.

Javi de la mañana.

Javi secreto.

Abriamos el icq los domingos para escribir la pornografia de los violines. Tocabamos avispas con los dedos. Rompíamos teclados. Desnudabamos amapolas.  Pero todo terminó cuando hicimos el error de hablar sobre los minutos esperando el metro y de las 9 horas en mi trabajo.......... y  el maldito foco de la cocina. Why did he have to tell me he was a law student?

Un día mi cyberboyfriend de Uruguay me acusó de mitomanía y muy amablemente me mandó a chingar a mi madre. Me gustó la palabra mitomanía por sus alas sucias y por su sonido de una sonata de Beethoven.

Debo decir que dias después conocí a una amiga de mi ex-cyberboyfriend , una araña linda y patona y me enamoré de ella porque la luna todavia la seguía.

Un día la invité a mi cama y se quedó.