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December 30, 2011

 

We are made wise not by the recollection of our past, but by the responsibility for our future. - George Bernard Shaw

 

Happy Friday!

Aloha.

 

Happy New Year’s!

Here’s to you and my favorite song of all time.

It always strikes a chord in my heart for all those I’ve forgotten and never thought upon.

 

Auld Lang Syne

Should Old Acquaintance be forgot,
and never thought upon;
The flames of Love extinguished,
and fully past and gone:
Is thy sweet Heart now grown so cold,
that loving Breast of thine;
That thou canst never once reflect
on Old long syne.

CHORUS:

On Old long syne my Jo,
in Old long syne,
That thou canst never once reflect,
on Old long syne.

My Heart is ravisht with delight,
when thee I think upon;
All Grief and Sorrow takes the flight,
and speedily is gone;
The bright resemblance of thy Face,
so fills this, Heart of mine;
That Force nor Fate can me displease,
for Old long syne.

CHORUS

Since thoughts of thee doth banish grief,
when from thee I am gone;
will not thy presence yield relief,
to this sad Heart of mine:
Why doth thy presence me defeat,
with excellence divine?
Especially when I reflect
on Old long syne.

December 29, 2011

 

We learn from experience that men never learn anything from experience.- George Bernard Shaw

 

Happy Thursday!

Aloha.

 

December 28, 2011

 

We have no more right to consume happiness without producing it than to consume wealth without producing it. - George Bernard Shaw

Happy Wednesday!

Aloha.

 

December 27, 2011

 

We must always think about things, and we must think about things as they are, not as they are said to be.- George Bernard Shaw

The only service a friend can really render is to keep up your courage by holding up to you a mirror in which you can see a noble image of yourself.- George Bernard Shaw

Happy Tuesday!

Aloha.

Happy Birthday to our beloved all these 17 years later…

 

December 26, 2011

 

What a man believes may be ascertained, not from his creed, but from the assumptions on which he habitually acts.- George Bernard Shaw

Happy Monday!

Aloha.

 

December 23, 2011

 

We are all dependent on one another, every soul of us on earth.- George Bernard Shaw

Happy Friday!

Aloha.

 

December 22, 2011

 

We don't stop playing because we grow old; we grow old because we stop playing.  - George Bernard Shaw

Happy Thursday!

Aloha.

 

December 21, 2011

 

There is no sincerer love than the love of food.- George Bernard Shaw

Use your health, even to the point of wearing it out. That is what it is for. Spend all you have before you die; do not outlive yourself.- George Bernard Shaw

There is only one religion, though there are a hundred versions of it.- George Bernard Shaw

Until the men of action clear out the talkers we who have social consciences are at the mercy of those who have none.- George Bernard Shaw

Very few people can afford to be poor.- George Bernard Shaw

Happy Wednesday!

Aloha.

 

Happy Chanukah, Americans!

 

Merry Christmas, Americans!

 

Happy Maya New Year’s, exactly, one year away from today!

 

(Nope. I’m not politically correct nor do I wish to be. I’m human and I mean well.)

 

I’m running out of time for today to write deeply profound words of great consequence to you as we head into a season that’s known as one of giving and also quite sadly a season in which many tend to commit suicide at this time of year.

 

I’m wishing you a tremendously wonderful Christmas amongst your beloved ones, families, friends and closest ones also if you’re by yourselves then have a wonderful Christmas with lots of self care and quiet peacefulness. How splendid for you to be unconditionally loved, respected and adored as we are.

 

We’ll be snug as bugs in rugs by the warmth of love, laughter and so much excitement to see our beloved ones and to hold conversations with them about what’s important to them and what’s to come in the New Year.

 

Life has occurred in the blink of an eye this year. We’re glad to have completed such a full year of laughter, personal challenges and responsibilities. I’m glad to be alive and full of tremendous gusto for the New Year.

 

For those of you, who’ll be spending this Holiday season alone, please curl up with a warm blanket in a cozy nook with a kind book, a hilarious film and favorite snacks to keep you warm as you carry-on through tough times especially when it’s difficult for you to see beyond your sadness, loneliness and depression. You’re never alone. Remember that you’re as connected and as much a part of this world as anyone else. Every time, we lose one of our human species to suicide, we lose largely; amongst the world of humans in the tremendous loss for potential greatness. Pamper yourselves with quiet gusto, a tremendously delicious cup of hot tea, cookies, pajamas and Christmas lights. Whatever, you do remember that you’re as much a part of the human spirit and human condition as anyone else. You’re you and you’re gorgeous as any other. You have the right to belong to the human race as any other does.

 

I’m signing off. Too many responsibilities were met today head on.

 

Merry Christmas,

Happy Chanukah to my Dada,

 

Cheers to you and yours!

Cheers to us and ours!

 

Gabriela

 

P.S. I’d like to get a puppy but I keep dreaming of baby sloths; they’re so cute; I can’t even handle how cute they are with their smiles and slowness.

 

P.S.S. Yes, our dear sisters and brothers in the Philippines dealing with floods, loss and challenges we’re thinking of you, always.

 

*) North Korea, our dear sisters and brothers we’re thinking of you, always.

 

*) World politics are at the forefront of my mind. I wish I would’ve written more about many aspects of global politics floating around my mind. Nevertheless, there’s only so much time for so much commentary.

 

*) I had the loveliest 20 minute break martini at The Lowry today and it was really yummy. I had a craving for a gin martini such as those of New York City. Alas. It’ll do. Great staff, rather adults about their responsibilities. Ah, how refreshing for Minneapolis. If you go anywhere, remember to tip well in this season of joy and giving. I worked in many restaurants throughout my college and university years therefore I have no qualms in tipping better than billionaires.

 

December 20, 2011

 

Without art, the crudeness of reality would make the world unbearable. - George Bernard Shaw

You use a glass mirror to see your face; you use works of art to see your soul. - George Bernard Shaw

A fool's brain digests philosophy into folly, science into superstition, and art into pedantry. Hence University education.- George Bernard Shaw

When a man says money can do anything, that settles it: he hasn't got any. - George Bernard Shaw

When I was young, I observed that nine out of ten things I did were failures. So I did ten times more work.- George Bernard Shaw

Which painting in the National Gallery would I save if there was a fire? The one nearest the door of course.- George Bernard Shaw

Why, except as a means of livelihood, a man should desire to act on the stage when he has the whole world to act in, is not clear to me.- George Bernard Shaw

Happy Tuesday!

Aloha.

 

Merry Christmas, Americans!

Happy Chanukah, Americans!

 

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(A poetic exercise in justice nothing more and nothing less.)

 

Shall we?

 

Introductory Soliloquy: No, we most certainly don’t have to dance, that’s an absurd notion in concept and no one will force you to dance.

 

Nevertheless, you can watch me in all my glorious rhythm, curves and sexuality. No, I’m no Frida Kahlo nor do I wish to be her in all her lifelong depression, illness and turmoil. I’m far too sophisticated for such a life of emotional destitution and sadness.

 

I’m destined to be me; a quietly vivacious happy woman of this 21st century redefining beauty, intellectual class and sophistication every step of the way.

 

                                                            {: After me.

                                                            After all I’m a Lady with an official Title and a Familial Coat of Arms (laughter). (No, we didn’t have to purchase it over the internet and it comes with no inheritance or foreign lands to speak of but it most certainly comes with aristocratic ideals, class and ___________).

                                                            I stood there like a little girl dressed in mud on the backside of my clothes on a rainy sunny summer afternoon, in the most ridiculously awful hairdo of the early thousands. After all has been said and done it’s my turn to laugh because I’ve matured and become The Lovely Swan. It was my place in the world to become happy and full-of-life with abundance in laughter, beloved ones and kindness for diamonds and rubies.

                                                            Pity, you couldn’t tell apart an ugly duckling from a mean bad wolf, could you? A conniving wolf will always be a big bad wolf with its long sharp teeth, bad breath and ugly face while an ugly duckling transforms from the utmost awkward and fumbling duckling into the loveliest creature that, which mates for life to its one-and-only True Love.

                                                            There’s always been a place at the head of the table for me and my kind full of secret codes. No, fame is not important to our kind, we hold codes that unlock treasures therefore we don’t concern ourselves with vast amounts of ridiculousness in quests… Oh, you didn’t know it was my honor and divinity to grow happily ravishingly beautiful as a swan woman every time I smile. I know exactly who and what I am. I’m not confused about any of it. I’m not looking back just because you’re drunk, crazy-mean or insecure about your place in the world nor am I looking to be charmed.

                                                            Well, I won’t be too harsh on you after all you were brought up under a public school desk with dust in your eyes and envy around your ears. Yes, I’m a rather introverted and solitary creature by nature but it doesn’t make me any less keen to the world that is one full of musica and dancing. How wrong you had me at “hello, goodbye and go to hell”. Ha! Ha! Ha! You assumed all the wrong things about me due to your stupidity, ignorance and arrogance that’s why we could never dance in step with one another. Ouch, don’t step on my toes. It’s not gentleman like to do so.

 

We most certainly don’t have to dance.

You’ve proven to be a rotten mate for an acquaintance.

                                                            We can stand and watch others gracefully make their way in a quasi mosh pit. We can simply and awkwardly stand next to each other at arm’s length apart on a crowded street pretending that you don’t recognize me while I really didn’t recognize you after your rather interesting performance on stage, stealing away looks at me while I wondered why the sweaty man almost said, “hello” but couldn’t quite muster up any words to utter to an adult woman.

                                                            HA! (Little boys for grown men and their lack of etiquette are indeed hilarious. Do I make you nervous? I’m only teasing. I don’t have a mean bone in my body as I’ve been told by so many of my beloved ones.

 

However, I am stern with strangers and disappointing acquaintances with retarded social tendencies. I forgive. I get it. You were born under a public school desk or you’re just rude because you don’t know thyself. I do like to warmly tease in reverence to the wellbeing of any tremendously overgrown ego. It’s my divine right (ha!), don’t you see? To keep you on your toes. After all, I did smile, a warm smile, didn’t I? Then I deeply frowned in frustration. Is that what busted your balls and made you run away like a scared little boy? Alright. Leave it up to the men to converse with the women.

 

I had no idea who the hell you were once we became adults.

 

I’ve been summoned to greenrooms. I’m too classy for that. I refuse to meet there if we’re going to go at a furious battle of speed chess along with private intellectual discourse for all the ages. Some people may pretend to know what that’s all about but as you can see the aristocrats’ wealth might as well be dead but their offspring aren’t while they carry on traditions and values that’ll make you sweat like stuffed Pheasant at the end of a string rotated by a fag servant boy.

 

I want you to sweat after all you lied to a daughter of prominence about being Ivy League bound. You laughed in my face without having a clue in the world that most everyone I know is Ivy League. I’m laughing. You thought of me as a dirty little Indian stupid girl. Didn’t you? No worries when we’re done playing you can return to your wolves and I’ll return to a land of fabulous rubies for swans hidden from view. Well, well, well. Would you like a shiny metal? I could spit on it for you, if you’d like…)} I’m laughing… Aren’t you? I’m dancing. No, not for you rather in your stead.

 

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Alright, let’s get to it otherwise it’ll hang over our heads like homework.

 

Scientifically proven humans have a propensity and a predisposition, cerebrally to be racist. However, humans are not hardwired to be bigoted that’s simply taught. Got it! Yes. Indubitably, you do.

 

Now, being that Dr. Ron Paul’s newsletters does indeed state that in the year of 1992 during the L.A riots that in order to restore Los Angeles back to order that it could only be done so when blacks “went to pick up their welfare checks”.

 

I do have to agree with Dr. Ron Paul’s newsletter in observation that it seems that in order to restore civility to the streets of Minneapolis when it comes to public masturbation and urination that it’s far less prevalent when blacks go “to pick up their welfare checks”.

 

Especially as an observation, black public masturbation and urination lessens when blacks make their way to the welfare offices. Now, if there’s something racist to that observation then so be it. We’re all racist; the difference between an intellectual and a non-intellectual is whether or not they’re bigoted by and by in their reasoning.

 

Racist? Absolutely not. A keen observer of culture? Absolutely, yes.

Your left foot on your behind is racist. Get over it.

An observation barely makes a human an extremist or a racist.

 

Need I say more? Absolutely not.

I have many more responsibilities for today.

 

Salud.

 

Gabriela

 

P.S. We finally got back to our daily walking routine. We walked for 30 minutes yesterday and I was definitely sore this morning around my abdominal. I’m getting stronger by and by. Possibly by late spring I’ll be able to go dancing again. I hate staying out late. I like early Finn dinner at 4:30 P.M. and home by no later than 9:00 P.M.

 

I wish men had better manners in this day in age with women of color. Now, having strange Caucasian men approach me on a dance floor and tell me that they’d like to fuck me that’s probably as crude and racist as it gets. The implication is that because I’m colored scum to them as an Indigenous woman that therefore I’m supposed to put out. Go to hell.

 

P.S.S. Nothing. Oh, yes. I have knitting social group tonight. I’ve been invited by a doctor friend of mine and that ought to be a riot. Excuse me I’d like to go and powder my nose for such an occasion. (I’m being facetious. No one powders their noses anymore, not that I’m aware of.)

 

December 19, 2011

 

A gentleman is one who puts more into the world than he takes out.- George Bernard Shaw

An election is a moral horror, as bad as a battle except for the blood; a mud bath for every soul concerned in it.- George Bernard Shaw

A life spent making mistakes is not only more honorable, but more useful than a life spent doing nothing.” - George Bernard Shaw

A little learning is a dangerous thing, but we must take that risk because a little is as much as our biggest heads can hold.- George Bernard Shaw

A man never tells you anything until you contradict him.- George Bernard Shaw

Americans adore me and will go on adoring me until I say something nice about them.- George Bernard Shaw

Happy Monday!

Aloha.

 

{P.S. Come on! Americans, our lovely and beautiful People; it comes down to either Dr. Ron Paul or President Barack Obama for 2012 presidency.

 

I’ve promised my vote to the Democratic Party because I’m so appalled by this present and current Republican Congress. However, for those of you who are diehard Republicans as I am a Republican feminist, I urge you to seriously consider Dr. Ron Paul for the next President of the United States of America. Dr. Ron Paul is the only Republican presidential candidate who’ll give President Barack Obama a run for his money.

 

I’m Iowa’s daughter as I am Duluth’s, Minneapolis’s, Boston’s, New England’s, Texas, New York, New Jersey, Florida and Costa Rica. I love you as you’ve loved me and shown me to be one of your beloved daughters.

 

Our beloved Americans we can do it! We, too, shall overcome!

 

Americans are expected to eat from the hands’ of politicians but it ought to be the other way around. The bipartisan constituents have all the power and they’ve had enough of hell. We shall implement such powerful measures upon our wayward and corrupt politics.

 

I just found out tonight that, perhaps, President Barack Obama most likely is paid by the same people that payoff this current Republican Congress and that’s one of the many reasons as to why President Barack Obama has not urged this present Republican Congress to do more for The People. I urge you after three years of serious consideration and research about Dr. Ron Paul to consider this great humanitarian and Founding Fathers’ idealist for President of the United States of America. We can do it! You can do it! I know you can! We’re thinking of you Iowa and New Hampshire! We love you.} Dr. Ron Paul (yeah!) for 2012 President or President Barack Obama!

 

Merry Christmas, Americans!

 

How do you do? (Rhetorical.)

 

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How about that global warming weather? Yes, global warming is indeed a reality no matter what politicians may campaign against global warming in the better interest of their idiotic polluting corporate agendas. After the first of the year I’ll deconstruct global warming for you in layman’s ESL terms, if I must. That’ll be interesting.

 

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Shall we dance?

 

Hip! Hip! Hooray! Hip! Hip! Hooray! Hip! Hip! Hooray! To Mr. President Barack Obama!

 

For he's a jolly good fellow, for he's a jolly good fellow

For he's a jolly good fellow (pause), which nobody can deny

Which nobody can deny, which nobody can deny

For he's a jolly good fellow, for he's a jolly good fellow

For he's a jolly good fellow (pause), which nobody can deny!

 

If you have issues about President Barack Obama and his skin color then get over yourselves. The fact that President Barack Obama is a biracial President (Black and White) represents our American melting pot even more so. Hey, at least he officially represents two races. Welcome to the 21st century where not only is humanitarian change finally here, changes’ transitions are also happening at Albert Einstein’s speed of light.

 

I’ve made up my mind about Mr. President Barack Obama. I think he’s a fine fellow for an American Democratic President, alright. It’s taken me three years of his candidacy to make up my mind about his many policies and agendas. I just made up my mind yesterday afternoon.

 

I find that Mr. Barack Obama did indeed inherit a terrible mess.

 

As well as having to coddle a juvenile and snot nosed Republican Congress. A Republican Congress who works against the president and the country every step of the way towards the better interest of Republican Congress’s corporate interest groups and wealthy demographic filled agendas, rather than helping out Congress’s middle class constituents and the rest of the country. I believe the problem lies with many Republicans in Congress more so than the President of the United States of America as it stands in dead political gridlock debates.

 

My vote is finally in as of yesterday afternoon.

 

I’ll be voting democratically for President Barack Obama in November 2012’s presidential elections! I have good reason to do so as any Republican feminist; due to my own intellectual and thinking accord. No, I’ve not become a democrat. I’ll simply be voting democratically in the 2012 presidential elections. I see no two ways about it since our American youth go hungry by day and homeless by night.

 

A Republican Congress slows down progress and blocks the President of the United States of America at every turn and I can no longer stand by and watch. My vote goes to President Barack Obama. Done.

 

As a Republican feminist I say, reelect President Barack Obama for a second term and let’s fire Republican Congress in November of 2012’s presidential and otherwise elections. Progress may not be halted no matter how much of a Republican I may be. I can see and understand the importance of a unified Democratic Congress and a Democratic President. It’s a must unless we have no shame in allowing for our American children and youth to continue to go hungry and homeless. Gods be with us all. “God Bless America.” As so many of you are so fond of saying.

 

As far as I’m concerned the Republicans had all the chances in the world for twelve straight years to show The Good American People that Republican Congress was on the side of The Good American People but no! Republican policies, agendas and actions have shown that many Republicans in Congress hate The Good American People by putting them through hell and keeping them there.

 

Fire Republican Congress! Fire the whole bloody Republican lot for starving our children and youth to death. Republican Congress Bloody Bastards! That’s right I wrote it here first and if not then close to it as a Republican feminist.

 

I’ve gone out on the streets as a filmmaker and sat, ate and conversed amongst our homeless and hungry youth. It would break your hearts to see what I’ve seen in the past two decades as a volunteer. Homeless youth and their struggles, do break my heart but not enough not to write about their homelessness and poverty much less speak of it as it must be done so out of responsibility.

 

This Republican Congress has all the constituent power to give power back to The People but they’re so power hungry that all they can do is cock block The President of the United States of America from making progress. How’s that for some serious adult language from an American adult who cares what happens to our American homeless and starving youth. Stop abusing our starving and homeless babies for crying out loud! Homeless youths’ parents require steady jobs, work and incomes those which were stolen from the Americans through a wayward economic system starting 60 years ago.

 

Come next November 2012’s elections I urge all constituent Republican voters to vote-out wayward, greedy and two-faced bigoted Republicans from Congressional office. If homeless and hungry American youth are not a good enough reason to vote out a mean-spirited, clueless and idiotic Republican Congress from office then nothing ever will be good enough to turn this economy and country back around.

 

Please, Americans! Vote democratically all across the board for Congress and for President Barack Obama.

 

I urge Republican voters to help out our homeless and starving youth by voting democratic come next 2012 elections. I’ve given the Republican Party a great deal of thought over the past 12 years. If a Republican Congress isn’t willing to wake up to the cries of our American People and their children then it’s time to show Republican Congress that The People giveth and that The People taketh away any and all power that Republican and Democratic Congress may snatch and grab away from the mouths of babes and into the pockets of conglomerate lobbyists.

 

The People are indeed powerful. It’s just that The People haven’t been taught to practice democratic power to its fullest extent. The People are learning. Rock the vote! Vote democratically for the love of our homeless youth and starving children.

 

This immediate Republican Congress might as well line up our homeless youth and shoot them square in the head. Republican Congress’s idiotic rhetoric, agendas and deeds about class divide are no different than having our homeless American youth and children sift through dumpsters for clothing and anything they can get their hands on to eat while sleeping under bridges and in abandoned buildings by night. Ah! Republican Congress! Wake up! Republican Congress is metaphorically and realistically killing our beloved little ones by allowing America to become a third world nation. Shame on you! Republican Congress and their foot fungus!

 

Who’s representing The People?

 

What has this Republican Congress done to our lovely youth?

 

Why are there so many homeless and hungry youth?

 

What has Republican Congress done to our beautiful America as she goes hungry by day while she freezes by night?

 

Let’s hear it for a fine fellow that President Barack Obama really is. Hip! Hip! Hooray! I find that President Barack Obama could’ve been more, stern with Republican Congress in the past three years of his candidacy, to begin with and possibly more heavy handed in his approach in personality towards a Republican Congress. However, President Barack Obama is the man that he is and will continue to be which he’s shown extraordinary and excellent skills to lead America especially when it comes to foreign policies in issues and keeping his heart heavily anchored in domestic policies for the betterment and in the progressiveness that is His People, His Country and His Nation.

 

Lead on President Barack Obama! Shoulders back and head held high.

 

As our quiet Alpha leader, The People will follow President Barack Obama’s lead as we dogsled our way amongst valleys, mountains and peaks through the snow. We believe we can make it out alive as we’ve shown to do so avalanche after avalanche of heart ache, loss and economic prejudice.

 

Lead America towards her shores of safety and a Beacon of Hope for all times.

 

We hope President Barack Obama may Godspeed with a more Democratic Congress.

 

Hang in there, Mr. Presidente!

 

The People are coming to President Barack Obama’s rescue in this avalanche!

 

The People are doing everything they can within their righteous constituent power to get President Barack Obama a decent enough Democratic Congress to run with his sled team alongside not against him. Not to have Congress sabotage The President rather to help him push the sled. Peace on Earth, Goodwill to Men.

 

We believe in President Barack Obama as our youth believe in responsible and trusting adults. Mr. President Barack Obama is one of our many chances for hope towards a new dawn of enlightened prosperity, American solidarity and a unified love for education as we stitch the fibers of our economic and Nationalistic fine oiled machine back on its feet and back to work.

 

Furthermore, the First Lady is simply ravishing to say the least.

 

Cheers!

 

Gabriela

 

P.S. Thank you for explaining it to me; I get it now. Young women in the Television field whether they be meteorologists, weekend anchors or reporters, when they’re overweight young women who happen to stuff themselves into their clothing like hotdogs in lard encasements then it portrays a “trailer-trash-park attitude” about their ignorance in the industry.

 

“Clothes make the man” most certainly they do!

 

P.S.S. “Yes, he most certainly is a poser!” exclaimed an 85 year old Finn Elder about one NFL football player Tebow while showing off his prayers for an entire world to watch as he posed as a crusader loser. I had to agree with her. There’s a proper time and a proper place for everything and bringing a prayer to NFL field is like bringing a prayer into a classroom. It’s a no-no! Somebody needs attention from their mommy. Oh, did somebody make pooh-pooh?

 

*) The People don’t want to pay for a new Vikings’ Stadium and if the Vikings go to Los Angeles frankly the Elders and The People would care less.

 

Education is far more important than building a Vikings’ new stadium.

 

The People have spoken. Many Elders also agree that the Arden Hills, St. Paul sight is full of lead. They know firsthand that some of their peers who worked on that very sight 50 years ago now die and have died from brain cancer.

 

Many of our Elders are completely against the Arden Hills sight being used for a public gathering place (Vikings’ new stadium) when the possibilities for brain cancer are all too real. Enter at your own risk.

 

Imagine what that’ll do to the players, staff and their families when they discover potential brain cancer as their cause of death? Yuck. Done. As a messenger I carried out their message. Don’t kill the messenger instead offer them food and drink because more often than not they’ve travelled great distances to carry out messages of safety to the masses.

 

Can you imagine, brain cancer? Oh, my Maya Gods. Can you say, “painful”?

 

“Painful.”

 

December 16, 2011

 

To affect the quality of the day, that is the highest of arts.- Henry David Thoreau

This world is but a canvas to our imagination.- Henry David Thoreau

To have done anything just for money is to have been truly idle.- Henry David Thoreau

True friendship can afford true knowledge. It does not depend on darkness and ignorance.- Henry David Thoreau

Truth is always in harmony with herself, and is not concerned chiefly to reveal the justice that may consist with wrong-doing.- Henry David Thoreau

We must walk consciously only part way toward our goal, and then leap in the dark to our success.- Henry David Thoreau

We are always paid for our suspicion by finding what we suspect.- Henry David Thoreau

Happy Friday!

Aloha.

 

Wow, the week went by in a blur, so fast. Aloha, beautiful world.

 

Let’s take it down a thousand notches. Let’s begin to relax, shall we?

 

It’s made for a long and full week. I’ve been conducting business from bed for the past six weeks. Thank goodness for an era of fancy tablets, laptops and cell phones. I don’t have to leave home ever again if I don’t want to, which as I’m getting older it’s making for a much more viable option. Although, I must keep an open mind to new opportunities, connections and otherwise in order to continue to grow and be humane about life. (I could easily take Eric and head for the woods and not be seen again for a long time. No, I don’t believe in becoming a hermit. Yuck. I believe in supreme quiet. Alas, we stay…)

 

I’m extremely social when I mentally prepare to be so. I do look forward to the Christmas season because then we’re really social amongst close family, friends and loved ones. Oh, how I love eggnog with tons of laughter around our beloved ones. We have a good life. We’re so loved and cared for and we love and care for so many. The Gods have been tremendously good to us over the past many years no matter how many health issues our family members have faced and dealt with. We’ve lost some along the way, but they fought many great battles against cancer and some have overcome cancer and we rejoice in their tremendous recoveries and health. I’m so proud to have witnessed their gusto, tempo and zest for life. How lovely our beloved ones were while they were here on Earth and honored us with their presence. Hip! Hip! Hooray! To all those who’ve come to pass, filled our hearts and made tremendous and quiet contributions to our world.

 

Well, I might as well come out with it and admit it because it’s the end of the year once again. I’ve been gravely ill these past years (no complaints). Therefore, I wasn’t able to meet my once-a-year or two screenplay quotas in the quest to becoming a better writer. Oh, no! Not for one moment think that my screenplays are any good, that’s why I write them simply to keep my screenwriting skills up to par. I’d be embarrassed to show them to my best friends much less the world. Please. Who do you think I am? I’m a rather private screenwriter at that when it comes to publically exposing my literary screenplay writing skills. Sigh.

 

I write to build thinking, literary muscles nothing more and nothing less.

 

I write about the type of films we’d love to see on the silver screen.

 

I like to write about intelligent and lovely underdogs, their visions, struggles and overcoming their silly fears. I enjoy writing about those who overcome adversity while keeping their clothes clean, stylish and well spoken. Who doesn’t love a well spoken and clean underdog? It’s a challenge and an obstacle to overcome dirt when, one, is poor therefore it makes the protagonists, all the more, larger than the silver screen, real and true to life-like heroes when they do manage to keep clean stockings and collars on their shirts. I know, I know. It may seem like insignificant details. However, such details are of the essence when our heroes do overcome their obstacles and challenges, especially poverty. I don’t like to write about poverty per say, more so the obstacles that come with such a topic matter.

 

I’m a girl at heart and I love to write love stories. Oh, what girl at heart doesn’t love good love stories? Although, you’ll have to forgive me I grew up with Earnest Hemmingway as my literary hero and no, I don’t wish to write anything like Earnest. Nevertheless, I’m in the likeness of his seriousness and thus my literary struggle will be to lighten up without losing the philosophical content, simply.

 

I like to write… well, never mind. I’m sure I’m boring you to a snore.

 

I’ve witnessed and lived through devastating poverty and magnificent wealth and landed on a solid middle class Orchid square as an adult. Therefore, I have much details and knowledge to draw from. I could quit my day job as a filmmaker today and write till the end of my days. I have that much material stored up in my brain and heart.

 

I giggle at the thought of writing novels at the age of 41. Imagine the type of knowledge I’ll have by then. Oh, I can taste mango juice on my tongue and if I were catatonic right about now then I might just let saliva drip from my little chin unto an adult bib. Oh, how splendid and how much fun it’ll be to continue to write as I get older and wiser. The older I get the better writer I become. I made for a lousy writer as a youth and therefore, adult practice makes perfect, eventually. I’m not trying to strive. I am striving at my goals as a professional artist.

 

I write because I believe in the magic of love and gut wrenching emotions of humanity’s very own storytelling form. I write because I believe in each and every breath of life. I write because I can feel my very own humanity pumping blood through my veins. I feel alive and free when I write and even though I have another eight more years before I’ll make a decent enough writer of novels and screenplays; what’s a writer to do but to practice her form to perfection. I told myself that the very first day I didn’t make a single grammatical mistake on this blog then I’d be done and quite capable to quit writing the blog and begin publically writing novels and screenplays. Deep breath… I, I…

 

The goal is to grammatically write perfect blogs but as I’m sure you’ve witnessed it’s a daily challenge. Therefore, I march forth with discipline, endurance and practice like any great athlete does. It’s the athletes of my youth who taught me the discipline and endurance of writing. It’s them that I have to thank for becoming a professional artist. It’s those who were my role models and older peers who I looked up to and thus I write daily in their honor, not the content rather the practice of writing.

 

I’ve had and hold the greatest honor of personally knowing, respecting and appreciating many professionally established and published authors who have agents and publishers. Ooh, la, la. I’m so proud of them and in watching their literary quest for the past decade I’ve gotten to know them better through their writings. I look to them as my literary role models and can only hope to do them proud as they have me. Oh, how we think the world of you and you’ve made us so proud.

 

Cheers,

 

Gabriel (I’ve been called “Gabriel” since the fall of 1996 at the age of 19. Gabriela is so formal and only my Grandmother ever called me that.) (I know, I know. I’ve been given over twenty nicknames by others. I’m honored to answer to all and any of them. That’s how beloved I am. I’m a lucky girl.)

 

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P.S. Why is it that “green” or newly-prepped female news reporters look like they don’t wash their faces, comb their hair or have a tendency to have their tits almost hanging out of their cheap clothing? Are they high, drunk or both?

 

Remember, Television brings out everything and I mean every single detailed fault as well as loveliness. Especially, dirty skin, unwashed hair, cheap hair dyes and bags under their eyes.

 

Not to give anyone a complex. However, I just thought producers ought to know that young female news reporters look more like the great unwashed, low class in their cheap material and nightclubbing clothing as though they went clubbing all night long, snorted a few lines of cocaine and rolled into the studio to carelessly do quick cut ins. What! Are they retarded or are they whores? Maybe, both. Instead of playing the guessing game of, “Where in the world is Waldo” the public can play a guessing game of “Did she or didn’t she snort a few lines of cocaine?” “Does she or doesn’t she smell like sidewalk piss and five different varieties of sperm?” Ha!

 

Wake up! It’s reporters’ job and their duty to be upstanding, classy, clean and sophisticated, lovely role models. Kids watch the news for goodness sake!

 

What’s with women on Television eating their hair or having hair in their eye balls? Are they poodles eating their arses? Please. Sophistication, sophistication, sophistication. Yuck, no one wants to see grown women eating their hair or blink away hair from their eye balls. Low brow. Low class. If you’re on Television then act like an adult, otherwise get out of show biz because you look gross trying to play cutesy while eating your hair or dealing with eye ball hair balls. It’s as though they’re eating out their pubic hair straight from their butts.

 

Pardon ladies, zippers on clothing are so 1982 and washed out. Ah, where’s Coco Channel and her sophistication when we need her fashion expertise most in this new century. (“Pardon me” is improper and I’m quite aware of it. It’s quite ugly in speech, isn’t it?) Yes, indeed it is.

 

P.S.S. Happy Holidays to all! The world is changing and we’ve got freedom and liberty at our backs. Opportunities and love are around the corner. Humanity shall overcome! Change is here and we’re transitioning into a more humane and equal world as we strive for excellence. Otherwise, what’s the option to implode? Well, maybe. However, I highly doubt it.

 

*) Next week if I have it in me then I’ll try to write about my friend who recently passed away from prostate cancer in the past two weeks. Ah, the world of humans and our illnesses.

 

December 15, 2011

 

Rather than love, than money, than fame, give me truth. - Henry David Thoreau

That government is best which governs least.” - Henry David Thoreau

Thank God men cannot fly, and lay waste the sky as well as the earth.- Henry David Thoreau

Success usually comes to those who are too busy to be looking for it.- Henry David Thoreau

The Artist is he who detects and applies the law from observation of the works of Genius, whether of man or Nature. The Artisan is he who merely applies the rules which others have detected.- Henry David Thoreau

Thaw with her gentle persuasion is more powerful than Thor with his hammer. The one melts, the other breaks into pieces.- Henry David Thoreau

Some are reputed sick and some are not. It often happens that the sicker man is the nurse to the sounder.- Henry David Thoreau

Happy Thursday!

Aloha.

 

Shall we dance? (I humbly write to you.)

 

Our dear Japanese brothers and sisters our prayers have been with you all these past months. I’ve communicated with some of you directly and you seem to have no need for material goods. We’re here for you. If you were ever to need anything, you know that we’ll put together care packages and send them off to your lovely villages. All of our love, always and forever as you continue your struggle with high levels of radiation in some parts of your Nation.

 

Now, I’ve not been able to publically write about Japan and their latest Tsunami that which struck earlier this year. It’s pained me to hear all the stories, read many articles and watched footage of our incredible Japanese people who are truly upstanding global citizens. Oh, dear beautiful-little-ones (a term of endearment, chiquititos in Spanish) we pray for your safety every single day of our American lives. You’re so loved by the rest of the world for your impeccable sanity, self respect and intelligence.

 

                    (Pardon, I’m a bit choked up. I’ve been in love with most Japanese culture and people since I’ve been in seventh grade at the ripe age of twelve when Mrs. A____, (who passed away quite some years ago as she fought an honorable battle against cancer) a school teacher and councilor at our private school introduced us to a group of lovely young folks from Ohara (大原), Japan my life has not been quite the same since. As an adult I made a commitment to live, learn and love from the Japanese as I did and continue to do so.

 

I fulfilled my lifelong dream and I’m a better person for it. I’ll be grateful for the rest of my days to have met so many honorable and kind Japanese women and men I’ve gotten to know and some fallen into a deep respect and appreciation for their goodness, traditions and honorable dispositions in virtues and values. Words do you no justice and please accept my humble offerings in the form of such meager words. The Japanese changed my life forever and thus I matured and took my place in the world amongst professional artists and as a Lady.

 

One, particular young lady saved my crushed soul (freshman year of college so many years ago) and I shall never forget her for accepting me as a young snot nosed and lost kid that I was when we went through our rugged private college years.

 

This flower saw something in me that I could not, my very own kindness inside my trapped existence crying out to be freed from ill mannered and mean spirited friendships of the time. In her eyes, there, I could see myself therefore I saw her as the divine beauty that she was and still is till this day and for the rest of her days. You have no idea what a great influence this young woman was to me and what she did for me simply by keeping an even tempered breathing rhythm, a genuine kindness and a tremendous respect for life.

 

This beauty was and still is my role model till this day. Her balance and sanity taught me to achieve greatness in my life and therefore I accomplished my dreams and became a filmmaker in her honor. It was the least I could do to honor her and her ancestors when she saved my soul from the vast darkness of my loneliness of my youth.

 

This flower saved me from myself and all I can do to repay her sacrifice and kindness is to continue to be an upstanding citizen and professional artist because she exists. Her existence is my breath of life, my sisterhood and a deep connection to our Mayan Gods. I can only hope to become as good and as beautiful as she is someday. I shall write many poems in the future in her tremendous honor. N_____, my plume, my friend and my beacon of hope. A true flower; a Lilly of the Valley dressed in all her royal fragrance and beauty that describes her as a poem of poems throughout the ages, an honest female. {The spirit of creation moves me today, I cannot go against it, I’m not salmon; I’m finally a Lady.})

 

The Japanese don’t brag nor gush. Therefore, I’ll do my very best not to do so as well. Nevertheless, it’s difficult for me not to gush about the Japanese because I do have an Indigenous Indiana’s bleeding heart that I tuck away daily so as to guard it well. When I love, I love tremendously. I’ll try to control my Mayan disposition and write honorably because what else is a Lady to do?

 

Dear Japanese brothers and sisters, I can only imagine your sadness, anger and loss for words as your Japanese Government has indeed disappointed you in your time of need, disaster and adversity. If no one has said the following words, then I will. I’m deeply sorry for your loss not because I’ve caused you any wrong doing personally but because I’m one human-soul entity of many and I can feel deeply for the loss of others as well as your very own.

 

I step forth, dear Japanese beautiful-little-ones, to implore you not to believe your Japanese Government’s lies and propaganda about blaming the United States Government for the predicament and mess the Japanese Government is under while dealing with the pressures of post radiation clean-up.

 

In my hearts of hearts I’m lead to believe, sincerely, that the Japanese Government had better sense in judgment and leadership than to allow for the United States Government and manufacturing to build a radiation plant, if, any of the plans had indeed been shoddy and idiotic ideas in terms of design, building and construction from the beginning. I find that it’s solely the responsibility of the Japanese Government to say, “NO!” to any American Government and engineers if our Government’s ideas are ridiculous to begin with from the start, don’t you think so? I most certainly do.

 

There’s always a choice.

 

I can only imagine that the Japanese Government would not give the United States Government the upper hand in harming their Japanese citizens no matter what. I’d like to think that the Japanese Government is honorable, respectful and appreciative of its people to always place their best interests above and ahead of any of those of the American Government no matter what idiotic ideas our Government may present to the Japanese Government.

 

The debate in argument as to have the Japanese Government openly admit and point fingers at the United States Government in placing blame for Japanese radiation in the construction of a radiation plant only goes to show that the Japanese Government allowed for the American Government to stick their noses where they most certainly did not belong, if indeed this is true. Therefore, back to full circle, why on Earth would the Japanese Government allow for the American Government to make decisions about the well fare and safety of the Japanese people in the first place? Can’t the Japanese Government make their own decisions and ask for the expertise of their own people? What propaganda is this?

 

Our dear beautiful-little ones, I know you to be analytical brilliant minds who don’t take anything at face value because you’re much too smart to critically think on your own. I ask of you to place pressure on your Japanese Government and institutions which have done wrong by you, your young and their futures. We love you.

 

The American people suffer and we, too, are trying to get our American Government to step up to the plate and take responsibility for allowing the banks to bankrupt our Nation. Our People, too, suffer greatly and as winter approaches we’re worried and trying our best to bring to light as a matter of fact that our youth are homeless and hungry due to economic injustices and irresponsibility on behalf of our Government, irresponsible conglomerate lobbyists and greedy structures which continue to dehumanize our beloved citizens those which work for a living.

 

My bleeding heart goes out to you and I’ll try my best to keep a stoic approach and face. What’s an adult woman to do but to go forth as I know you will as well.

 

I’m so proud of you Japanese brothers and sisters. I look up to you. May the Japanese citizens find justice in all this radiation chaos.

 

Truly and Forever Yours,

 

Gabriel (As you know me more precisely Gabu-chan.)

 

P.S. I’m wishing you a tremendously beautiful day!

 

P.S.S. 1 in 4 women in America are sexually abused or molested not to mention raped. If you’re a public figure and prancing around in your underwear for the world to stare at your tits then you’re an idiot and an unprogressive fool no matter how successful others tell you that you are by sniffing your arse. There’s nothing cool, lovely or beautiful about women who see no real value in themselves and in showing off their tits hanging out ready to be raped. Simply they’re visual whores for the masses and so damn pathetic. Wake Up! Women get rapped every few minutes of the day because our public figures dehumanize and sell themselves short therefore men get it into their heads that they can objectify women by raping them. If you’re a public figure then you have more reason and responsibility to the masses than you already know or are willing to face. Shallow, idiotic and unthinking women for public figures are what get other women raped and molested in this modern age. Wake up and stop sniffing your own arses.

 

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むしろ愛よりも、お金も、名声よりも、私に真実を与える。" - ヘンリーデイヴィッドソローを

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それは政府が、少なくとも支配する最善の方法です。" - ヘンリーデイヴィッドソロー

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ありがとう神の男性が飛ぶ、と空だけでなく、地球を無駄に置くことはできない。" - ヘンリーデイヴィッドソロー

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成功は通常それを探している忙しすぎる人々に来る。" - ヘンリーデイヴィッドソロー

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アーティストは、人間や自然のかどうか天才の作品の観察から法則を検出して適用される彼、です。 Artisan単に他の人が検出されているルールを適用するのは彼です" - 。ヘンリーデイヴィッドソロー

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彼女の穏やかな説得と解凍は、彼のハンマーを持つトールよりも強力です。 one溶融物、ピースに他の休憩" ​​- 。ヘンリーデイヴィッドソロー

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いくつかは病気の評判が高いとそうでないものがありますされています。それは、しばしば病状男が健全に看護師であることを起こる" - 。ヘンリーデイヴィッドソロー

 

木曜日ハッピー!
アロハ。

Shall We
ダンス? (私は謙虚にあなたへの書き込み。)

親愛なる日本の兄弟姉妹たちの祈りはすべてのこれらの過去の月間とされている。私は直接あなたのいくつかを伝えてきたし、物質的財の必要性がないように見える。私たちはあなたのためにここにいる。あなたが何を必要とするこれまでにあった場合、あなたは私たちがケアのパッケージを一緒に入れて、あなたの素敵な村にそれらをオフにしようことを知っている。私たちの愛のすべては、常に、永遠にあなたはあなたの国の一部では高レベルの放射能を持つあなたの闘争を継続するとして。

今、私は公に日本と今年初めに打たれている彼らの最新の津波について書くことができていないだ。それは私が多くの記事を読んで、すべてのストーリーを聞いて苦しそうな、真の地球市民を直立している私たちの信じられないほどの日本の人々の映像を見ている。ああ、かわいい、美しい、リトルエンディアンのもの(愛称、スペイン語でchiquititos)私たちはあなたの安全のために我々のアメリカ生活の毎日を祈る。あなたは、そうあなたの完璧な健全性、自尊心と知性のための世界の残りの部分に愛されている。


                (去年、私は、少しのどを詰まらせる。私は12の熟した歳で中学1年生にしてきた以来、私はほとんどの日本の文化や人々と恋にしてきたとき夫人A____、(人としてかなりの数年前に亡くなった彼女は私達の私立学校での学校の先生と評議員は、大原(から美しい若い人たちのグループに私を紹介した)がんに対して名誉ある戦いを戦った大原)、日本は私の人生は、以来、全く同じではなかった。大人として、私は約束を作った生きること、学ぶことと私がしたように、日本から大好きで、そうし続ける。

私は私の生涯の夢と、それに対して私はよりよい人を達成した。私の日の残りの部分は私が知るまで行ったのだそう多くの名誉と親切日本人女性と男性にめぐり会えて、一部は美徳や価値観で彼らの良さ、伝統と名誉ある処分に対する深い敬意と感謝に陥ったために私は感謝されるだろう。言葉はあなたには正義を行うことなく、そのような貧弱な言葉の形で私の控え目な提供を受け入れてください。日本人は永遠に私の人生を変えましたので、私は成熟し、プロのアーティストの中やレディーとして世界で私の場所を取った。

一、特定の若い女性は私の砕いた魂を(何年も前にその大学の新入生年)保存され、私は私達が私達の頑丈な私立大学の年間を通じて行ったときだったと若い鼻水鼻と失われた子供として私を受け入れるために彼女を忘れることはないものとします。

この花は私が、私のトラップが存在する内部私の非常に自身の優しさが病気に礼儀正しいから解放され、時間の活発な友情を意味する叫ぶことができなかった私に何かを見た。彼女の目には、そこに、私は自分自身を見ることができたので、私は彼女がいたとはまだこの日まで、彼女の日の残りのためであることを神の美しさとして彼女を見た。この若い女性は、彼女は単にさらに鍛え、呼吸のリズム、本物の優しさと人生のための途方もない敬意を保つことによって私のために何をしたか私にあったと何大きな影響は考えている。

この美しさは昔も今もこの日まで私のロールモデルです。彼女のバランスと健全性は、私の人生の偉大さを達成するために私に教え、従って私は私の夢を実現し、彼女の名誉の映画監督となった。それは、私は彼女が私の青年の私の寂しさの広大な暗闇から私の魂を保存したときに彼女と彼女の先祖を称えるために何ができる最低だった​​

この花は、自分から私を保存し、すべての私は彼女の犠牲と恩返しするためにできることは、彼女が存在するため、直立市民とプロの芸術家であり続けることです。彼女の存在が生命の私の息、私の姉妹および私達のマヤの神々への深いつながりがあります。私だけのような良いと彼女はいつかと同じくらい美しくなることを願っていますできます。私は彼女の驚異的な名誉で、将来的に多くの詩を書くものとします。紀子、私のプルーム、私の友人と希望の私のビーコン。真花、時代を超えて詩の詩として彼女を記述するすべての彼女の高貴な香りと美しさに身を包んだバレーのリリー、正直な女性。 {創造の精神が今日の私を移動させる、私はそれに反することはできない、私は鮭ではないよ、私はついにレディです。}

 

日本人は自慢でも噴出していない。したがって、私もそうしないこと私は非常に最善を尽くします。それにもかかわらず、私はよくそれを守るように日々たらふく食べること先住民インディアナ州の出血心を持って行うため、私は日本の約噴出しないようにするため困難です。私が愛するとき、私は途方もなく大好きです。他に何が何にレディなので、私はマヤの処分を制御し、立派に書き込みをしようとするでしょう?

あなたの日本政府が実際に必要性、災害や逆境のあなたの時間であなたを失望しているとして、日本の兄弟姉妹の皆様、私は言葉だけのためのあなたの悲しみ、怒りと喪失を想像することができます。誰が次の単語を言っていない場合には、私はなります。私はあなたに個人的にやっあらゆる間違ったの原因となったきたので、あなたの損失のために遺憾ではないが、私は多くのいずれかの人間の魂の実体だと私は他人の損失だけでなく、非常に独自のために深く感じることができるので。

私はポストの放射線クリーンの圧力に対応しながら、下に日本政府が苦境と混乱のために米国政府を非難についてのあなたの日本政府の嘘とプロパガンダを信じることではないことを宣告するために、日本の美しい - リトル親愛なる皆さん、前後ステップアップ。

心の私の心の中で、私は放射線の工場を建設するために米国政府と製造を可能にするよりも、計画のうちのどれかが実際にされていた場合、日本政府は、判断力やリーダーシップに優れた感覚を持っていたことを、心から、信じてリードだ最初から設計、建築および建設の面で見掛け倒しとばかばかしいアイデア。私はそれがどんなアメリカの政府や技術者に"NO"、と言って単に日本政府の責任だと見つける私達の政府の考え方が最初からで始まるにばかげている場合、あなたはそうは思わない?私は最も確かです。

選択肢は常にある。

私は日本政府が彼らの日本の国民に関係なく、何を傷つけることで、米国政府の優位を与えていないと想像できます。私は、日本政府は、常にアメリカの政府のそれらの私達の政府が日本政府に提示するかもしれないもの馬鹿げたアイデアに関係なく、のいずれかで上記と前に彼らの最善の利益を置くために、名誉を尊重し、その人々の感謝だと思うしたいと思います。

日本政府を有するように引数の議論が公然と唯一のアメリカ政府に許可され、日本政府が彼らの鼻を固執することを示すために行くの放射線工場の建設に日本の放射線のための責任を置くことで米国政府に指を認めると指摘する確かにこれがtrueの場合、どこに彼らが最も確かに、所属していませんでした。アメリカ政府は最初の場所で日本人のよく運賃と安全性に関する判断を下すためにためそのため、戻って完全な円に、なぜ地球上で日本政府が許可するか?日本政府は自らの意思決定をし、自国民の専門知識を求めることはできますか?これは何の宣伝です?

私たちの愛する美しい、小さなもの、私はあなたが非常に批判的に自分で考えるのはあまりにもスマートだので、額面通り何もとらない分析鮮やかな心であることを知っている。私はあなたの日本政府と、お若いし、その先物が間違って行っている機関に圧力を置くことを求める。私たちはあなたを愛して。

アメリカの人々が苦しんで、我々は、あまりにも、私たちのアメリカ政府はプレートにステップアップし、銀行が私たちの国を破産させるための責任を取るために取得しようとしている。私たちの人々は、あまりにも、大幅に低下すると冬のアプローチとして、我々は心配して私たち若者がホームレスと私たちの政府が、無責任なコングロマリットのロビイストに代わって、経済的不正義と無責任が原因で飢えているという事実の問題として明るみにもたらすために全力を尽くしている私たちの最愛の市民生活のために働くものから人間性を奪うために継続して貪欲な構造。

私の出血の心はあなたに消灯し、私はストイックなアプローチと顔を保つために最善をみます。行うことが、私はあなたにも意志知っているように前後に移動するために大人の女性は何ですか。

私はあなたの日本の兄弟姉妹のように誇りに思います。私はあなたを尊敬する。日本の市民はすべてこの放射線の混乱の中で正義を見つけるかもしれない。

本当にと永遠にあなた、

ガブリエル(あなたがより正確に私を知っているようにGabuちゃん。)

後記私は途方もなく美しい日を願っています!

P.S.S.
アメリカの女性4人で1が性的虐待を受けたり、もちろん強姦しないようにいたずらされています。あなたは有名人だし、あなたのおっぱいを凝視する世界のためにあなたの下着の中を跳ねと、あなたは馬鹿と進歩的でないばかに成功した他の人があなたのお尻を盗聴することによってであることを伝える方法に関係なくしている場合。 クールな美しいまたはそれ自体がレイプされる準備ができて出かける彼らのおっぱいを披露では実際の値を参照していない女性の美しいことは何もありません。単に彼らは大衆のための視覚的な売春婦だとそう気哀れ。ウェイクアップ!私たちの公共の数字はそのため男性は、彼らがそれらを強姦したことにより、女性を客観化できることは頭にそれを得る短い自分から人間性を奪うと販売しているため、女性は一日の数分おきにrappedしまう。あなたが公人なら、あなたはあなたが既に知っているかに直面する用意があるよりも、大衆に多くの理由と責任を持っている。公人のための、浅いばかばかしいと思考力のない女性は他の女性がこの現代の時代にレイプと痴漢得るものです。目を覚ますと自分の尻をスニッフィング停止。

 

December 14, 2011

 

There is no just and serene criticism as yet. - Henry David Thoreau

The universe is wider than our views of it.- Henry David Thoreau

There is no remedy for love but to love more.- Henry David Thoreau

There are a thousand hacking at the branches of evil to one who is striking at the root.- Henry David Thoreau

There is danger that we lose sight of what our friend is absolutely, while considering what she is to us alone.- Henry David Thoreau

There is one consolation in being sick; and that is the possibility that you may recover to a better state than you were ever in before.- Henry David Thoreau

There is no value in life except what you choose to place upon it and no happiness in any place except what you bring to it yourself.- Henry David Thoreau

Happy Wednesday!

Aloha.

 

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Try not to let today’s blog chap your arses too much (I’m trying to quit writing about “asses”. However, if Shakespeare could then so can I.) Ha! LOL!

 

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Preface Note: {Wow, it’s been almost two months since our former upstairs ridiculous flat mates moved out and guess what? Not a sound! Not a peep! No more stomping for hours on end on a daily basis! No more spoilt brats and ill mannered snot nosed controlling graduate students to contend with on a weekly basis! I’m at peace once more. I can finally think and work from home once again. Not to mention that they cost us $100,000 in damages and lost time. It’s so quiet you can hear a pin drop at our flat. I’ve not yelled, raised my voice nor been ill tempered (I’m not ill mannered, I was all too properly brought up for such nonsense) for two whole straight months and that goes to show that it wasn’t me solely alone creating chaos. They hated my guts as much as I hated theirs. It was easy to tell that tensions were strained. You would’ve had to be blind or stupid not to know the type of hatred they had for themselves. Thank Gods Eric kept his nose out of it even though one of the cows had a propensity to flirt with him every time she needed help with the internet. You can’t flirt with your enemies’ husbands while crushing your enemy. Have some self respect. Oh, wait she didn’t have any, none of them did. The entire time I was dealing with excruciating abdominal pain as I have for the past five years on a daily basis I had to contend with ogres and passive aggressive self haters at that. How can you hate some peoples’ mean spirited and controlling dispositions as much as all that? To the point to which they can push all the wrong buttons and upset you so much as to lose control by raising your voice? I hope they get what’s coming to them. They treated me so horribly the Gods of the Indian Karma are coming to chap their asses. Mark my words. That’ll never happen to me again. If you come across unhappy passive aggressive Caucasian women who are cruel know-it-alls and show offs, who emotionally pinch others for sport then run. We should have moved out the first month they moved in but our hearts were so set on buying the bloody place. They were the ut-most sour faced, cantankerous and mean spirited harpies I’d ever encountered and they loved hearing me spin out of control because they were out of control emotionally themselves. It makes me want to put adults in a time out when they’re so mean spirited and without any self respect or boundaries to speak of. I’ve learned a lot in the past two years about self loathers, haters and idiots in general. Our former neighbors were low class, low brow and nit wits for self loathers. I’d never hire those two witches for anything in the world much less as psychologists and social workers. Yikes, they’ll work their conniving vampirism on others especially those without any power to speak of while they try to social climb their way upwards while fake-screaming orgasms towards a meal ticket. Yep, I wrote it. I’m no coward. It’s easy to hate self loathers when they hate everything about themselves. You can read between the lines I’ve got three fingers held up for their existences. They’ll get what’s coming to them. They were so mean to me I can’t explain it to you with words because it’s tough to explain prejudice, hatred and injustice. I hate their ridiculous behavior and emotional pinching demeanors. They left emotional bruises all over my little arms which are finally healing; bullying ugly witches for cows!} I whisper to you with love, “Run!” There’re much nicer, kinder and reliable Jewish girls who’ll make for happy wives. I promise you that. Seriously, they’re much-much nicer and kinder Jewish ladies (adult females) at heart without dehumanizing their neighbors for sport.

 

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Mental Notes:

 

*) Immigration, we’re all immigrants here. I thought immigration was a federally run Government structure not an individual State per State basis. I’ll have to look up the laws. No, I’m not a lawyer. I went to school to become artistically, creatively and intellectually analytical about anything, not to nit-pick laws.

 

*) The health care of a Nation ought to be federally regulated and not an enterprise or large business that government rubs elbows with solely to get kick backs from conglomerates and their exorbitant lobbyist profits. People die because health care is big business not a service to its American People. Help, The American People! Now!

 

*) Americans why work harder rather work smarter. Why are Americans okay with giving up their vacations, working longer hours and making less just so they can keep their current jobs? What type of idiotic sacrifices are companies forcing their workers to undergo? American workers, it’s time to begin demanding more humanitarian justice. Don’t work longer hours, harder and give up what’s supposed to be coming to you. If you give into such malarkey then you’ll be taken for all you’re worth. Your bosses make ten, fifty, a hundred, a thousand times more than what you make. Have bosses give up their vacations, work longer hours and go without just so that they can keep their current positions. Americans, it’s time to stop being suckers.

 

*) Wake up! $150,000 annual salary income profits aren’t any real great wealth or anything to commend as far as economics are concerned. Where did you grow up? Under a public school desk? Come on! Think! One-hundred and fifty thousand dollars doesn’t get you much nowadays. It’s a drop in a bucket. It’s upper middle class. Inflation. The cost of everything went up in the past 60 years except for wages. People, individuals make as much or as little as 2 million, 11 million, 20 million, and 55 billion per annual income salary yearly wages in profits. Wake up! Rich, wealthy isn’t $150,000: try one million for starters, set your sights on something higher otherwise you’ve been duped; you’ve been led to believe in stupid economics. What makes Americans so low brow sometimes? Why set our sights on the lowest common denominator. No, wonder Europeans think we’re idiots because we think like ones sometimes. Americans don’t even know what rich is: no wonder the rich get richer and the poor get poorer in this country. Ignorance.

 

*) Pass the Stock Act for goodness sake!

What’s the problem with Congress? Congress wouldn’t want to be caught with their pants down around their ankles, would they now? There ought not to be any insider trading amongst those of Congress persons, none whatsoever. Otherwise, it’s called breaking the law. If Congress persons are pervasive to insider trading tips then the rest of us ought to have such insider trading tips as well. Nothing places Congress persons above their constituents or at least the laws make it so. I thought that Congress Representatives couldn’t get rich while conducting their positions as civil servants? What gives? Pass the Stock Act against Congress insider trading. Otherwise, imprison Congress persons along with conglomerate bankers for skimming off the top. Jesus, what the hell happened to the role models of America? Are role models thieves, cheats and liars nowadays? Why do the American people allow for such travesties to occur? Wake up, Americans! Wake up!

 

*) Congress, I’m not for hackers much. Nevertheless, remember that The People still have influential friends in high and low places. If those in positions of power can and do steal, cheat and lie to The Great American People then it’ll not only be easy to hand over America to the Chinese then it’ll also make it easier for hackers to take Big Business down. The French revolution is only steps away. Wake up you thieves, cheats and liars!

 

The American People only want what it’s owed to them, justice, fairness and a road to work towards the American dream of happiness and success. Why steal, cheat and lie to The American People. When did thievery, cheating and lying become an American motto? So sick of all the retarded tendencies that which are our leadership for a country infested by poverty, ignorance and lack of education, health care and progressiveness. America’s becoming more like a third world Nation than the leaders of a Free World.

 

Let’s get to work, everybody! Yes, even those on welfare. It’s time for America to get their head out of the gutter and contribute to progressiveness, intellectuality and economic strength in endurance. No one owes America anything and no one’s going to come and save America all dressed up in shining armor because that’s America’s job; to more than save ourselves: rather to become visionaries, intellectuals and leaders once again. Come on! Roll up your sleeves with me we’ve got serious and difficult work ahead of us all. Think. It doesn’t cost anything to do so.

 

*) Please, someone(s) with money and power invest in continuous prosperity to this Minneapolis, Minnesota: so that we can clean-up the drug infested, prostitution and crime ridden streets that have taken over Minneapolis.

 

The citizens and civilians have worked very hard at keeping these such idiotic dispositions at bay while we’ve faced tough economic times. Someone(s) with power and money; please invest in the vitality and intellectuality of our city so that our citizens and civilians can contribute back through much more than just service industry jobs and tourism rather more so through lifelong analytical and thinking careers. Minnesotans are hard workers and caring if they set their minds up to it unless you get a batch of low class passive aggressive harpies, then good luck because they’ll take you for everything you’re worth and more. No, lie. I speak from experience. No difference than any other low class batch many in the likes of Los Angeles harpies. You know exactly what I’m talking about. The users, abusers and losers.

 

I’m not all that crazy about many of the Minnesotans I’ve met in the recent eight years: too greedy, too needy and pathetic. I’ll stop there for now because I could give you examples that would make any Minnesotan cry at the vulgarities that are. Be careful there’re too many scoundrels out there in sheep’s clothing.

 

Cheers!

 

(Simply getting your noggins all worked up so that you can get out of your rut and think about our world that is.)

 

Gabriela

 

P.S. India. India. Our beloved sister whose English accents are indeed difficult to understand. Your Hindi prayers are with you now as we recite them.

 

P.S.S. Iranians and Israeli citizens don’t know if indeed there’s an official war on their doorsteps. However, as soon as they know they’ll let us know. Wonderful! Thank goodness for social news media. A nuclear testing sight in Iran has been flattened to the ground that didn’t happen to come by coincidence. No? No.

 

*) Oh, our dear Iranian and Israeli brothers and sisters. Our thoughts are with you now.

 

*) America has no business entering into a war against Iran on behalf of Israel. Our classrooms, streets, infrastructure, economy and our people are falling apart. America has no business playing patty cake with Israel. If Israel wants to blow up the Middle East then that’s their business while they get their butts kicked by the rest of the world. America must get business back on track here on our own soil. Our people suffer while we hand millions of dollars over to the Israelites to further their political endeavors. That’s not right. That’s an under the table fact. I don’t have to make up anything. I’m an American citizen damn it! I demand justice of The People, by The People and for The People.

 

*) Why isn’t Dr. Ron Paul covered by mass media more so than he already is? What is mass media so afraid of that they’ll get a run for their money? I can only think that Dr. Ron Paul must be a wonderful blast of fresh air to interview. Come on! Get with the times. Leave the boredom of political fear behind and join the country at some spectacularly changing vistas. I bet (tongue-in-cheek) (I don’t bet as a rule) today’s blog that Walt Disney wouldn’t of been afraid of a little conversation with Dr. Ron Paul who’s delivered 4,000 babies. Wow! Of course, not. At least mass media can ask him about practicing medicine. Although, remember it was Jews who slammed their doors on Walt Disney’s face in his time and era probably no differently than what Dr. Ron Paul is going through today. This reign of tyranny and corruption will soon come to an end and The People shall overcome. Hip! Hip! Hooray! To Freedom and Liberty!

 

*) Please, don’t mic Heads of States, Presidents and Excellencies as you would never mic the Monarchs. It’s in poor taste. Really.

 

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On a Personal Note:

 

*) We just found out today that a Minneapolis library representative wants to buy our films in the form of DVD’s. Wow! What can I say just as we got done placing the films in a can in a deep and dark vault never to be seen again…Ha! That’s funny.

 

*) I know, I know. I have a thousand or so e-mails to get through. It’s been since September that I’ve checked e-mail. I’m making my way through them quite slowly.

 

December 13, 2011

 

What is human warfare but just this; an effort to make the laws of God and nature take sides with one party. - Henry David Thoreau

Wealth is the ability to fully experience life.” - Henry David Thoreau

What is once well done is done forever.- Henry David Thoreau

What is the use of a house if you haven't got a tolerable planet to put it on?- Henry David Thoreau

What you get by achieving your goals is not as important as what you become by achieving your goals.- Henry David Thoreau

What lies behind us and what lies ahead of us are tiny matters compared to what lives within us.- Henry David Thoreau

Happy Tuesday!

Aloha, indeed.

 

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Yes, I write publically. However, I’m a private citizen and don’t you ever forget it.

 

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I’m not a public figure nor am I seeking elections, publicity and notoriety. Can you imagine being a politician, a celebrity or a public figure? You’d have to be crazy, unloved or both unless it happens to one by mistake and then it would be just that - a mistake. How ghastly, indeed.) Ha! Don’t think me daft. I’ve been taught by academics, intellectuals and masterminds that fame is a fulltime occupation and in order to become famous, one, must work quite hard at it just as much if not more so than any other workaholic, which it doesn’t guarantee fortune. Pity. Fame isn’t something that happens to others by mistake. If anything it’s quite scripted, formulaic and prescribed. Don’t pay any heed to any fool whose only intend is to become famous at all cost. Stupid! Moving on. There’re far more important aspects to life as real and as wonderful as breathing and thinking. Next.

 

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Are Israel and Iran at war? (We’re hoping to hear news over the wire sooner than later being that we can’t find any decent news from afar therefore we’ll simply have to do our own research. Ah, the loveliness that’s this contemporary world today. Social news media travels faster than the speed of light.)

 

{Anyway, I got laughed at while attending public University (that would not have happened at a private institution) twelve years ago as a junior for questioning Einstein’s Theory of Relativity. My pigheaded contemporaries implored me that surely there was nothing that could travel faster than the speed of light. Well, guess what: I bite my thumb at thee. Einstein’s Theory of Relativity has been indeed disproven to be incorrect to certain extends. There’re indeed other aspects of quantum mechanics in physics that, which, can and do travel faster than that of the speed of light. (Eat that for Nordic dinner.) I didn’t question Einstein’s Theory, simply, because I was smarter than my intellectual counterparts. I questioned Einstein’s Theory because of the wording that which was written in absolutes and we can’t have none of that as intellectuals, can we now? Being that of English as a Second Language Lady (yes, with a capital “L” as in middle class Blue Blooded, thank you (ha! ha! ha!)): well, what is, one, to do? But to question when language doesn’t make complete sense what else is there to do? Nothing seems to encompass everything and nothing at all-all at once like that of great significance in tremendous emotions such as love and loneliness. Must it be all or nothing? Must it be black or white? I think not. How can nothing travel any faster than any other absolute one thing? The absolute wording of Einstein’s Theory simply disproves the immense theory in itself immediately or so it does if any of your other languages are English. Goodness. (I’d have to agree that I’m either any professor’s worst nightmare or a dream.)} I’m teasing. Only a little bit. Moving on. Next.

 

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                                                  Shall we dance?

 

                                                  Dr. Ron Paul for serious Republican Presidential candidate and contender. Please, give President Barack Obama a real run for his money in 2012 presidential elections which will be centered on economic reformation and the Next Technological Generation in the continuation of the Middle Class: “The Dust Bowl and Great Depression Orchid Beauty”. {From the Great Depression stemmed a great beauty in a dust bowl called the Middle Class Orchid. She’s quite beautiful and quite fragile. This beauty for a middle class Orchid must be kept at precise temperature or she’ll die in vain only to be seen floating atop and to be greatly missed by those who understood her fragility well. The middle class Orchid is to be looked after, to be cared for and to be beloved no differently than any other praised flower at a great Master’s private greenhouse. Although he knows perfectly well that she’s his pride and joy due to her labor in bringing him beauty, appeal and oxygen for it’s in her fragility that keeps him alert, on his toes and youthful as well as concerned with life day after day as he looks after her wellbeing as she gives her Master the greatest gift of all; silent and thoughtful company.}

 

As a lovely adult American female citizen of our contemporary times, I implore you Iowa and New Hampshire to please turn the tables “Rock the Vote” and begin to give this man Dr. Ron Paul a great look over at his domestic and foreign policies and his reformation changes for this great Nation of ours especially while he’s got a proven political track record, that, which truly stands for the working poor, the middle class and the wealthy. A United States of America.

 

If any presidential candidate can give President Barack Obama an intellectual and feisty run for his money it might as well be Dr. Ron Paul with a proven track record to unite this beauty of a middle class Orchid alongside the working poor Daisies and the wealthy Birds of Paradise which as of late seem more like rose bushes with thorns on our sides: we love you anyway our wealthy brothers and sisters of the wealthiest 2% tear. America sure is great not because of our class divide but more so because our citizenship and our Nationality is what makes us freer than any other poem, alive, written across the pages of equality.

 

However, it’s time for the wealthiest (a million or more a year annual income tax revenue) to be taxed as they must according to a sufficient enough percentile that of their earnings rather than paying less in taxes than those of the middle class Orchid.

 

Will the wealthiest be alright with less of a divide between you and the “Great Unwashed”? What will the “Birds of Paradise” do when they hit rock bottom alongside their ruthless welfare poor counterparts (no, not working poor: huge distinction) with no one and nothing to buffer the wealthiest and their fall in the form of a middle class cushion?

 

It’s not acceptable to choke the middle class and you know this to be true. It cannot do. It will not do. It’s not good enough to choke the very life out of the middle class Orchid when the upper class has benefits beyond those of the middle class which they’ll never conceive of such notions because they can’t even begin to imagine the perks of the wealthiest 2%. Can they, now? You know this to be true. Most of the middle class has no idea how well the upper class lives with their medical care, education and lifestyles. Look, the middle class Orchid isn’t asking for a handout; they’re not poser losers; Simply the middle class Orchid is asking for a chance at decent lifestyle, medicine, education and a chance at the American dream nothing more and nothing less.  A chance to work and to make oxygen for the benefit of all who enjoy her middle class Orchid beauty.

 

I may not have any money or power to speak of. However, as Blue Bloods we’ve always been knowledgeable throughout the ages, haven’t we? Who would’ve thought it; middle class hardworking aristocrat in the form of this contemporary century because my ancestors squandered their wealth away on frivolous sheer idiotic tendencies. That’s our power. Knowledge in the form of gold. I won’t ask for favors because I’m a middle class Orchid who’s stubborn about boosting myself-up with my very own boot straps. I won’t have you over for dinner while pretending to be your friend and begging for money.

 

I’m not pathetic. No, Sir! I believe in loveliness, beauty and intelligent work.

 

I refuse to beg even in the form of petitioning business dinners cloaked in quasi friendships. Nor am I pathetic enough to blatantly go around asking people outright for money as so many others I’ve witnessed begged me for money who I thought were my friends in the past eight years. Rather they’ve asked me for my social roster and currency outright. Idiots. I’m beautiful and quite determined not to beg for a handout especially not in the form of favors. I stand in line just like everyone else, I do my own laundry, wash dishes by hand and French press our very own shade-grown fairly traded organic coffee beans as well as make our bed in the mornings. How progressive and lovely of us. I’m a contemporary woman and the last thing I desire is a chamber maid. I refuse to be dressed by another. That’s my intimate divine given right. Right? Right. Lovely.

 

                    Now, let me be quite clear and forthcoming with you. I’m not crazy about the contemporary branches of the Republican Party such as the “Modern Tea Party” and the “Modern GOP”. Capicé. Are we understood? Yes. Right. Correct.

 

                    I don’t agree with many of the Republican Tea Party and GOP’s branches of the presidential candidates’ flip flopping in domestic and foreign issues and policies. Period.

 

{It’s one thing to find facts in the latest research it’s quite another to shift words around and to land on a same grey square if you catch my drift. It’s quite necessary for those in the running for presidential candidacy not only to wear their pants well but also to wear a belt along with those trousers metaphorically speaking. Saggy pants are so Ghetto early 1990’s. So out of style, ugly and well, unfashionable. Wrap some twine around your pants Americans if you can’t afford a belt. Please, become adults and join us in the reformation of the United States of America that is middle class humanity. The world’s leaving us in the dust and we must show them that we’re not the ignorant hare rather the wise tortoise.}

 

                    Please, look up domestic and foreign policies. It’s your responsibility as American adults to become intelligent and caught up about domestic and foreign issues and policies as much as you can, please.

                   

These 2012 presidential elections must be about each presidential candidate’s policies not their wardrobe, spouses, hairdos and mean spirited campaigns. Come on! Americans, the Egyptians would only wish they could have such organized elections as those of the United States of lovely America. Come on! Americans, we have some serious work ahead of us. Let’s roll up our sleeves and get to work.

                   

Furthermore, let’s get this right. I’m a republican who’ll be voting democratic this coming presidential election. Don’t think that my heart doesn’t hurt over this. However, there are some aspects of life that we must take responsibility for even when looking at adversity square in the face such as the ugly and mean spirited rhetoric of the “Modern Tea Party” and the “Modern GOP Party”.

                     

                    It’s, now, in the hands of New Hampshire and Iowa to lead our great Nation into a magnificent unification of our American States. Please, won’t you consider Dr. Ron Paul? I promised that I would vote democratically these presidential elections therefore I will. However, what magnificent and beautiful decisions will you make; if any, why not Dr. Ron Paul for the sake of our lovely American future?

 

I’ve said enough.

 

Sincerely,

 

Gabriela

 

P.S. Nothing. Oh, yes! Russians aren’t you just beautiful! Yes, you are!

 

P.S.S. Occupy the World is here! Hip! Hip! Hooray! Please Occupy don’t get in the way of hardworking Americans - it’s their families’ bread and butter or they don’t get to eat.

 

December 12, 2011

 

An early-morning walk is a blessing for the whole day.- Henry David Thoreau

Any fool can make a rule, and any fool will mind it.- Henry David Thoreau

Be true to your work, your word, and your friend.- Henry David Thoreau

An unclean person is universally a slothful one.- Henry David Thoreau

Aim above morality. Be not simply good, be good for something.- Henry David Thoreau

Happy Monday!

Aloha.

 

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(Oh, how I love those little Holiday lights on outdoor Christmas trees at this time of year. I love Christmas! I love the Holidays! I love Holiday food! I love our beloved ones! I love Holiday decorations! Merry Christmas to our Americans and our deep profoundness, that, which, Christmas brings out in us and to us! Don’t worry about the commercialism of it all and don’t you dare feel lonely when you’ve been granted the greatest gift above all, BREATH of life. Make homemade gifts and cards (if you want and if you must) also rejoice in being alive. For the past decade Americans have had a tough go at it still yet what makes this great Nation of ours is that, we, too, Shall overcome!)

 

Merry Christmas to our dear fellow Americans! Merry Christmas to you!

 

(We watched “It’s a Wonderful Life” and truly what a wonderful life for our fellow Americans for many of whom we still have our liberties and freedoms intact and no corrupt structures are going to take away the joy that is this 2011 Christmas as we head into a 2012 “Year of the Grandmothers” and the power of the Maya. Hip! Hip! Hooray! Not all the Maya were murdered (how extraordinary)! How wonderful. We’ll be rejoicing with beloved ones and laughing so hard I’m afraid eggnog may spill from my nose: tongue-in-cheek.) What a wonderful life!

 

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How’s the world doing out there? (Rhetorically caring question.)

 

How do you do. (Rhetorically formal caring question: He, he, he. You’d never know how much pain I’m in right now as I write to you - would you now? I’m trying to hang onto my childlike humor as much as I can through these trying times.)

 

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[We woke up with Al this morning as we do every morning and we think he’s a magnificent Television fellow as well as the two drinking ladies. When I watch the two drinking ladies I’m in love because it’s the end of an era as we know it; it’s like watching two dinosaurs and who doesn’t love dinosaurs? Cheers to you drinking ladies! Cheers to you Al and your assistance in homemade pizza cooking skills. (For those of you in the year 7012, Al Roker and the “two drinking ladies” (I’ve yet to look up their names) are Television hosts, if that’ll make any sense to you by the year 7012.)]

 

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Last week we were notified (Gods love those web engineers) of the great news; that, the world is reading. WOW! I knew the World Wide Web (I keep calling it “ww”, when it’s called “www” ESL hiccup) would change our generation to great lengths and insurmountable heights when I first jumped on the web on an early evening of September of 1996.

 

At dusk, from tall and narrow windows I watched a most magnificent and glorious Eastern Sea Board sun go down with bright orange and pink hues as I made web history for the first time as an Indigenous Maya Indiana. Who would’ve thought it? Not I! Never in my wildest awake and asleep dreams did this little Indiana think as a child, not for one moment, that I’d be reading electronic letters that would become the world as we’ve grown accustomed to it in the form of the World Wide Web.

 

It was a personal and proud moment as my Maya ancestors guided me into the 21st century ahead of many crowds. I felt as though they had gathered around me to watch this sensational device (www) change us into a more unified humanity. “The ancestors of the internet” (ha!) “IT Crowd”, a British show) did bless that moment in time. I shall never forget it for as long as I live, my life’s not been the same ever since.

 

That evening, the web took me hours to figure out and when I did, then I fell, head-over-heels in awe for a world that was and is. I believe in this “www” as I do in the real-life of dreams, in the tremendous magic of storytelling and the astonishing and overwhelming ability to love and to overcome hate (although one must not forget that both love and hate are cut from the same royal cloth).

 

I knew like a good little Mayan female thinker that I was witnessing extraordinary times.

 

I realized in the deepest regions and ut-most profound corners of my thinking soul that our lives would never be the same for as long as we existed, nothing would ever be the same ever again. What a dream of dreams, what a story about love and hate.

 

I wept silent (non watery) little tears of joy at our private liberal arts college and its quiet yet, social luxurious computer lab, said a silent Mayan prayer and got to work. I simply had to navigate, search and get to know the beauty that was before me in the form of the web. Never in all the years that are my intellectual’s mind capacity did I conceive such notions of beauty, love and success. (Nevertheless, I hate the electronic neon commercialism, but humanity always works out its uglier kinks. No different than corporate garbage blown down alleyways and sidewalks today.)

 

I normally only accept an annual report (around the month of May) about this blog’s populous and demographics. I don’t want to get too shy about the fact that your little eyes are tuning in and reading. I’m a sophisticated shy lady after all. I work very hard at being an extravert when I write and when I present myself to a greater public. There’re people from all over the globe tuning into this tiny-little, humble blog and well, that’s simply spectacular being that we’re in our start-up (2nd year) blog stage and still working out kinks. Thank you. Cheers to you! We raise a glass to your health as well as a moment of silence (for those of you who don’t drink) and to your beloved ones.

 

Sappy Side Note: (Wow! This Indigenous Maya Indiana lady is overwhelmed, touched and changed into maturity and female adulthood before the world that is. Let’s roll up our sleeves there’s much to be done. I’ve been writing ever since I’ve been twelve as any Mayan scribe does not for fortune and fame rather to make sense out of a chaotic and beautiful world that is.) Moving on.

 

Ciao.

 

Gabriela

 

P.S. I’d like to write about women’s health and the surgical procedure I underwent two short weeks ago today. However, I’m still managing severe abdominal pain and it makes for a poor subject matter at this juncture in time. In other words the pain is too close to home to write about it. I’ll definitely write about my illness and procedure at great length and in great detail so that it may save women a great deal of trouble in the magnificent future. I’ll write about it in the New Year's to come when I’ve managed post operational pain. For now, I never knew the advantages of Oxycodone-Acetaminophen (non-generic). Holy cow! If you’ve ever been in the type of pain that I’m in then you’d realize what a gods’ sent those little prescription pills truly are.

 

P.S.S. As for today, much is indeed happening around the globe. I’ve spent the last two weeks in bed catching up on global news and it’s spectacular what’s happening outside my bedroom door. Oh, I never knew that transition would occur as quickly as it’s happening now. I write about the world that is because it’s my job as a wordsmith, as a Mayan scribe to write it down and to get it as right as I can for future Maya and other little ones.

 

We come from a great a proud lineage of scribes and writers. The Maya see writing as a holly sacredness that guards us from evil and it brings humanity to a closer link to the Gods (no, not aliens). I’ll write about aliens some other time when I have more energy.

 

No, I’m not a conspiracy theorist nor do I care to become one. I’m simply writing down as quickly as I can as many of my little humble thoughts and as much as I can of the world, that, which, I’ve / we’ve been witnesses to so that when we’re long gone, then we’ll be understood through a microscopic fraction that are my / (our {you’re teaching me}) bias and humble written words. Cheers!

 

Note: I can’t even begin to write about global politics. I, I… Never mind.

 

December 9, 2011

 

I am as bad as the worst, but, thank God, I am as good as the best.” - Walt Whitman  

Let your soul stand cool and composed before a million universes.- Walt Whitman  

Nothing endures but personal qualities.” - Walt Whitman  

“I celebrate myself, and sing myself.” - Walt Whitman  

I no doubt deserved my enemies, but I don't believe I deserved my friends.” - Walt Whitman  

“Judging from the main portions of the history of the world, so far, justice is always in jeopardy.” - Walt Whitman    

Keep your face always toward the sunshine - and shadows will fall behind you.- Walt Whitman  

Happy Friday!

Aloha.

 

Preface Note: I love and uphold many amazing, intimate and incredible relationships to non-mean, manipulative and dishonorable Baby Boomers. I’m not as daft as all that. I love many of that generation and they love me. Eat that for Nordic dinner.

 

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                    Minnesota Legacy funds are established for the outdoors and conservation with a kick back to the arts.

 

                    No, the Vikings’ Stadium has no business in receiving a single dime of Legacy funds. Get off it. It’s indecent to watch such unnecessary debate about such an idiotic idea so much as that.

 

                              HA! HA! HA! I don’t bite my thumb at thee.

 

                    I laugh in earnest and with sincere appreciation at those who are so presumptuous as to believe that a $150,000 grant is something that is owed to them year-after-year especially through the vast-shallowness that is interpretive dance and more so specifically when t’s haven’t been crossed and i’s haven’t been dotted in the competitive world of grant writing. Nobody owes anybody anything especially year-after-year. How uncouth. What a monopoly in the arts that is Minneapolis, Minnesota. Ah. More corruption to speak of. How boring and unnecessary.

 

                    First, imagine having the gull to be a grant writer who can’t or won’t cross their t’s and dot their i’s. What an embarrassment to the grant writing communities of the world especially when pages are missing from any grant writing application form. I wouldn’t go around making such statements and complaining to newspapers because: can we all say, “Amateur Hour”? “Amateur Hour.”

 

                    Second, there ought to be regulatory timelines for those grants which have been honored to non-profits in the re-application process to further funds; in other words, how about if a non-profit has been honored with a grant that they may only apply every other year, two or five? Spread the wealth amongst professional hardworking artists especially those in their mid-careers who’ve proven to be innovative, keeping up with the times and not a total waste of an audiences’ time.

                                                  It would be justified and honorable to give other professional working artists and establishments a fair chance to go at it rather than drudging through the monopoly that is. What do you mean only a few non-profits have a monopoly on receiving grants from the city of Minneapolis year-after-year? Gross. That reign of tyranny is soon coming to a fast and furious end.

                                                  If non-profit groups receive as much or as little as $150,000 grants shall they receive it year-after-year as though it’s owed to them or some type of partnership in an artistic monopoly in a process of granting and establishing such grants? Please.

                                                  Oh, no. Do not make that face at me. We make feature films out of our pockets with no help from anyone and we do well enough to stand up on our own two feet as we have for the past nine years because all of our eggs haven’t gone into one basket.

                                                  Get any spectacular financier to help out with long range finances as we have which we trust and value as one of our own.

                                                  I can only imagine, that, whichever accountants are directing any non-profit organizations into putting all of their eggs into one annual grant basket must be either green or unprofessional.

                                                  I can’t imagine all of one’s’ eggs in one basket. Really.  

                                                  Poor management and poor planning to assume that a grant ought to be granted to some of the same organizations year after year. (Redundant. The ESL persons will not only get it they’ll also thank me for it.)

                   

          No wonder Minneapolis arts are going to hell in a hand basket. What did you consider was going to happen? I’m sorry I do have to laugh out loud at the situation that is artistic non-profits and their presumptions about grants.

 

          You’re reading from an artist who would joyously be tremendously grateful and thankful for a $150,000 grant in the past decade when no one has ever granted me a penny to make features. Get off your high horses. Goodness gracious!

          I can imagine that established non-profits are smart enough and equipped enough to figure it out and stand up on their own two feet as most of us professional mid-level career artists do without a substantial hand out every year from the state.

          We ate a lot of rice and beans (Gallo pinto) for five years in the early thousands while others stole from my grant writing abilities. Ha! How do those rice and beans taste now? I still love rice and beans weekly. Nutritious.

 

                    Thirdly, let’s get this straight: interpretive dance is not only ugly and creepy it’s boring and insincere. Done.

                                        Interpretive dance makes a mockery out of any audience member and audience appreciator while robbing them blind. Wake up! It’s the 21st century. The 1980’s are over. By the 22nd century that unnecessary genre of dance performance ought to be eradicated from stages due to its conniving form in that there’s no form to it but to sway in the wind and look retarded. Need I say more? Alright, I shall.

                                        Anyone can flow in the wind as though they’re catatonic, drooling from the mouth while pretending to convulse to brain seizures. I’ve been a witness to both; brain seizures and interpretive dance they’re one in the same and I’ve felt deeply for those who were truly in a fit of seizures. I was indeed afraid for their well being as we ought to be for washed out choreography that which its legacy is one that’s been left in the dust through the passages of time and memory to those of the 1980’s when Studio54 was alive and now look around...dust.

                                                  What a pretentious lie.

                                        Interpretive dance is not a refined art form and honorable as that of ballet or modern dance for that matter. Interpretive dance doesn’t hold up because it’s an art form for those who can’t hack it in the professional dance world or at least it’s been explained so to me by professional ballerinas.

                                        I know. I’ve studied dance from some of the best instructors in the Eastern Sea Board and they were indeed strict, ridged and disciplined Masters of ballet and modern dance. Now, this doesn’t mean that my study of dance for one decade makes me an expert or a very good dancer at that. However, it does give me a great insight into an interpretive dance world so idiotic the lie is so false it almost looks truthful with a painful twist of the neck as any brain seizure does.

 

          In conclusion: may there be more opportunities for those professional and artistic mid-level career individuals and establishments who’ve been overlooked throughout the decades, perhaps, because they don’t know the right people nor have the right connections. However, more so specifically hooray! To those who refuse to kiss ass, who refuse to become posers, brown nose(r)-(s), elbow rubbers and nit-witted idiots who cloak the arts as a makeshift interpretation of farts, air and shallowness because they’ve never truly been disciplined enough to learn structure, discipline and form.

 

My job as an artist is not to rub elbows with anyone, per say, only because I’d be in search of funds rather my job is to keep my head down and produce something worth value to seven generations out otherwise I’d waste my time looking for money rather than producing as it’s been made quite clear to you that I’m capable of producing every single day of my life. I’m not a whore I’m an artist. Huge difference. I’m a professional even though the funds are not quite as I wish them to be more often than not. I’ve got patience and time. I refuse to sleep with the director. Oh, wait I am the director. (A little joke! Ha! I think it’s funny. Okay. I’ll give it a rest for now.) “How do you like them apples?”

 

Gabriela

 

P.S. Sincerely wishing you an amazing weekend with loved ones as we’ll be sitting around the table with ours laughing so hard we won’t be able to decipher tears from laughter. Cheers.

 

December 8, 2011

 

The real war will never get in the books. - Walt Whitman  

Whatever satisfies the soul is truth.” - Walt Whitman  

“We convince by our presence.” - Walt Whitman  

To the real artist in humanity, what are called bad manners are often the most picturesque and significant of all.- Walt Whitman  

The United States themselves are essentially the greatest poem. - Walt Whitman  

The words of my book nothing, the drift of it everything.- Walt Whitman  

There is no object so soft but it makes a hub for the wheeled universe.- Walt Whitman  

Whoever degrades another degrades me, And whatever is done or said returns at last to me.- Walt Whitman  

Happy Thursday!

Aloha.

 

Happy Pearl Harbor post day celebration!

(No, it’s not all about me. I’m looking at the world the world’s not looking at me.)

 

I’ve often thought about the American women of Pearl Harbor Greatest Generation.

 

I can’t imagine the horror, the devastation and some of the fear they faced the days following Pearl Harbor as this great Nation of ours was bombed right of off the shores of our borders.

 

It was an era not unlike our own; families, loved ones and troops scattered throughout the world fighting for freedom, not so much our own freedoms but more so for the sake and the freedoms of others.

 

I think about the second day after the initial news came over the wire and radio.

 

For many American women who were home alone or amongst their other female family members as well as accompanied by those men who were either too old or not fit for duty; the amazing and beautiful American women continued on: not knowing if their  men were alive or safe. My Gods can you imagine these lovely American women carrying on alone with their children and elderly in-laws and loved ones to take care of and to look after.

 

American women of the Pearl Harbor era are my heroes because they carried a country on their backs as most women do when our men are off to war.

 

                    American women have tough skins, indeed.

 

We know how to shed our skins when we must and grow even tougher ones when we receive atrocious news about the occurrences of mass murders to our contemporaries, peers and loved ones thrown in the mix.

 

          American women, we know how to clench our jaws, shed none watery tears in front of others and carry on to the best of our abilities.

         

          Nevertheless, we know how to find solitary moments and weep our guts out eventually because we understand that death is the end of the sequence in the breath of life as we know it to be true for those we’ve loved, honored and served.

         

          Have you no clue how strong contemporary adult American women are and how strong our American Grandmothers were before us?

                             

          Often the gravitas tends to skip a generation. (I know, I carried my supposedly spoiled mother on my back and she almost broke it.)

         

          My Generation X (those who do contribute constructively to their communities), we don’t lie to ourselves if we can help it and we don’t live inside some idiotic bubbles of notions in the delusions of grandeur.

         

          Although, much of my generation got taught early on to either consciously or subconsciously: that becoming rich and famous was the only thing that would create worth and value to our humanness because the “Baby Boomers” pressured us into believing such lies.

          [Thank the Gods we had our Grandmothers to counteract such malarkey for our little sakes and our little souls. (I spent the first 10 years in the jungles so fame and fortune to me are as rare a concept as mittens, scarves, and hats.)] Success at all cost! Stupid!

 

                                        My Generation X as well as that of my Grandmother’s Greatest Generation (MTV and Millennium Generations) we’ve known hard and tedious work; we weren’t spoiled by the economic boom that was handed over to Baby Boomers.

 

We’ve come face-to-face with the realities of adulthood that is the world. Nobody’s taken care of us. The world came to our front stoops and we’ve done the very best that we could with the very little that we’ve been granted. We’re thankful to be alive and to carry on as our Grandmothers taught us to do so: not as our spoiled “Baby Boomer” mothers who went in search of and after yuppie careers while getting ahead at all costs and spoiled by the selfishness of the “Me Generation” / also known as “Baby Boomers”.

 

Why do I write this way: look around at what the “Baby Boomers” left us? What do you see?

 

Baby Boomers have left nothing of great importance to the world. The “Me Generation” hasn’t contributed anything worthwhile to the future of humanity and they know this to be true. Now, the “Me Generation” is getting old and they’re going to die. What a waste of a generation and they know this to be true because the many children of the “Me Generation” don’t love them. Ouch! Truth hurts doesn’t it? You can’t be loved if you’ve never loved. If your love is one of ultimatums, threats and idiotic tendencies because your worlds are too fast for you to even sit down to a decent meal then what did you think was going to happen? You’re not hated, exactly, per say: of course not. You’re just not respected and simply you’re going to be forgotten through the passages of time. Dust-to-dust nothing more and nothing less. Food for worms.

 

My generation got handed a much worse off world than the one the Boomers received from their hard working parents of the Greatest Generation who broke their backs trying to give their bratty kids everything they could’ve only dreamed to have.

 

Ha! What a joke to speak of. The “Me Generation” of the Baby Boomers many are greedy, self-centered and selfish little spoiled snot nosed brats. Baby Boomers, many of their Mothers are rolling in their graves for what they haven’t done.

 

Nevertheless, our Grandmothers knew that there was hope in their Grandchildren’s Generation, in us.

 

Baby Boomers never quite have taken full responsibility for the wrongs they’ve created against their children in the form of emotional and physical abuse. They just can’t quite bring themselves to say those two little words such as in the form of “I’m sorry”. How cowardly. To say, “I’m sorry” is to acknowledge that great wrongs and crimes have been created against humanity. Let them piss and poop their pants in the hands of strangers.

 

We were an abandoned generation from a generation of divorced desperate degenerates who many haven’t known themselves to be true.

 

Look around, many are so unhappy because they thought they’d automatically become something of great importance to the world when in reality they’re not even important to many of their children. The greatest crime against humanity is that Baby Boomers are too stupid to apologize for the abuse they’ve caused. Their pride gets in the way and thus dust-to-dust. Baby Boomers still have crap all over their faces because they never learned quite how to become adults.

 

The Greatest Generation slaved away at jobs for meager wages to give the world to The “Me Generation” of the Baby Boomers and they squandered it away. What a disappointment.

 

American women in the prime of our lives and leading this Nation today after living through 911: instead of falling apart (as we’ve witnessed our Baby Boomer counterparts who’ve done so and continue to do so); we roll up our sleeves and we continue normalcy as best as we’ve been taught by our Grandmothers before us for the sake of those around us.

 

My generation, many of us were taught selflessness which many of the Baby Boomers took great advantage of and manipulated for their emotional gains. What’s the alternative to lie down and commit suicide? We don’t think so. Contemporary American women in the prime of their lives come from strong immigrant stock.

 

This I know to be true about my Grandmother as a woman of the Pearl Harbor Greatest Generation and one whose ancestors were some of the first settlers to populate the United States of America as Middle Class Blue Bloods who squandered away their wealth in the past three hundred years long before we ever came along.

 

My Grandmother (my only Mother) wasn’t about to walk around with a bleeding heart, complaining about her life, nagging at everyone in her path and insulting the goodness in others when she understood the strength and importance in carrying on. There was mending, cooking and spoiled wee ones to be looked after and she knew her duties as any fighting man knows his.

 

I can only imagine how life went on after Pearl Harbor as it did for many of us women the day after 911. I won’t speak of 911 and it may be another decade before I may be able to write about it as I wish to speak of it. Yes, 911 happened to us all as an entire Nation. 911 wasn’t only a New York City occurrence just as Pearl Harbor didn’t simply and only happen to Hawaii.

 

Don’t you see and don’t you understand 911 left us nationally wounded to take care of our physically wounded, mentally traumatized and emotionally scarred. Significantly the Midwest continues to deal with the economic blast that was 911 a decade later.

 

Pearl Harbor happened to an entire Nation of American women as 911 happened to an entire Nation of American women as well. We held our breaths and tried not to cry in public places for those that we’d lost in glass towers.

 

I, consider myself as strong and vibrant as any woman of the Greatest Generation.

 

I’m proud to know how to bake, mend and wash.

 

I’m a poem because my Grandmother was a hardworking housewife. A poem all of her own even when her daughters I can only imagine most likely in their adolescence and youth of their spoilt culture looked down upon her and snickered at here as they must’ve thought of her as stupid for being the little woman / the little wife that she was of her generation stuck at home mending and washing their shitty underwear while their dreams seemed so much more significantly valid than any of hers.

 

My Grandmother carried on as any proud woman of her generation has and does.

 

My Grandmother worked from dawn passed dusk to provide her family with anything and everything possible. She was the quintessential beauty. She was what every poet wishes they could only encounter and write about such a tender, lovely and caring woman who’d made the greatest muse. She was as I am. Lovely. Hardworking. Thoughtful. An adult. I’m of the Generation X only because she was of her Greatest Generation. She lives in me as I continue forth with her memory.

 

To my one and only Mother, “Grandme”. May she rest in peace.

 

Gabriela

 

P.S. What weather we’ve been having globally.

 

P.S. Due to some former President Bush’s law; our American troops are coming home this December 2011. Don’t get that all mixed up. Look it up!

 

December 7, 2011

 

“To have great poets, there must be great audiences. - Walt Whitman  

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“There is no week nor day nor hour when tyranny may not enter upon this country, if the people lose their roughness and spirit of defiance.- Walt Whitman

The proof of a poet is that his country absorbs him as affectionately as he has absorbed it.- Walt Whitman

 There is that indescribable freshness and unconsciousness about an illiterate person that humbles and mocks the power of the noblest expressive genius.” - Walt Whitman

“The whole theory of the universe is directed unerringly to one single individual.- Walt Whitman

The shallow consider liberty a release from all law, from every constraint. The wise man sees in it, on the contrary, the potent Law of Laws.- Walt Whitman

Happy Wednesday!

Aloha.

 

I’m genuinely happy as I am every single day. I was born an optimist with lots of skepticism to back it up. Ha! What a lovely combination.

 

Now, I was taught by academics that scientifically it’s proven that every human is born a racist.

 

However, we are not born bigots.

 

Now, I may as well be a racist (scientifically proven) against lack of progressiveness and unjustified ignorance but I most certainly am not a bigot. I work hard at being a fine critical thinker, an analytical questioner and a just humanitarian. I do.

 

First, since many of you don’t know me from a hole at the hull of a ship, thank you for giving this blog a vote of confidence by and by and for being an incredible and supportive readership. I’ve matured because of you. You’re changing me into a kinder human an upstanding citizen and a thoughtful woman. Lovely.

 

I can’t tell you how much it means to me to have you on this literary journey because frankly, I thought I’d be writing to future unborn humans. Rather I find myself beside myself that I’m writing to a substantial audience every single day. Wow! You’re so beautiful. How did that happen? I have no idea. Don’t you see it wasn’t meant to be this way? It was supposed to be different much different and you’ve caught me off guard. Now, I must really mind my p’s and q’s for all of our sakes.

 

Second, you’ve caught me by a tremendous surprise. Truly! I won’t get weepy or girly on you but it wasn’t meant to be so. I was supposed to be doing this alone carrying my little bundle of joy (on my back) in an uphill battle and instead there you are like the best cheerleaders any underdog could ever hope for. You found me and my silliness, really. I thank you in many regards and my words do you no justice. Who are you? I’ll do my very best every weekday to give you a piece of my soul because you deserve thus much.

 

Year after year not only is there more readership but it seems that I’m not losing my initial readership rather you’ve stuck by my side and that’s brought a great deal of maturity to this craft of writing and to me as a human. I can’t thank you enough. I’m beside myself.

 

Thirdly, when I first began writing publically I thought it would be two of us reading this and well, I’ve been so surprised and quite moved by your generosity and your confidence that we, too, shall overcome and that we’ll continue to progress into a fine future. Let us go forth together. I won’t lay-down in the middle of the street and die until it’s my time and that will not be for many more years to come if the Gods be willing.

 

I know it’s not easy to read this blog all of the time because it’s raw, realist writing and sometimes all too forthcoming with lots of ESL grammatical mistakes to say the least (it’s like a literary puzzle and just think of it this way - it’ll help with keeping potential Alzheimer’s at bay). If you’ve hung in there well, let there be mango juice dripping from your lovely chins and don’t take it too seriously nevertheless do. I’m writing about life after all. I can’t wait to write fiction. Then I can make it all up and nobody can call me a liar.

 

Finally, no, this blog is not just for anyone. You have to have a strong backbone and a great sense of humor or it’ll eat you alive. Now, this blog is not as serious as all that. However and nevertheless, I’m sounding alarms wherever I see just and fit as any extraordinary citizen and civilian does.

 

What would’ve happened if Paul Revere would’ve gotten lazy and decided not to hop on his horse and warned the Bostonians that the British were coming. Imagine! We might not be here today. We might not be alive because our ancestors might have been captured, enslaved, murdered and raped. What a man Paul Revere was! Thank Gods he didn’t fall back asleep because he could’ve just as easily as not.

 

It’s the doers and inspirational ones that make the history books not the lazy and the uncaring nor the self centered and misguided. In order to make a sentence in a history book one must set ones’ egos aside and really care about what happens to others, not forcing your agenda and rudeness unto others rather being prolific and thoughtful about the future of progressiveness, equality and balance.

 

Duty, honor and justice are not justified through what you wish your image to be perceived-as by-others. It’s not about how many times you make headlines in local newspapers that will blow away down alleyways, used as wiping paper for farm animals and cleaning windows. No, to be alive is to be reassured of your own humanity and not some idiotic ideal in the delusions of grandeur because then simply you truly are dust-to-dust as any speck of sand overlooked by the crumbs of time.

 

No, to be an extraordinary citizen and civilian is not to make a pitiful sight, a martyr or an agitated aggravator out of oneself rather to become extraordinary; one, must be smart, kind and important through an honest soul connection not through wishful thinking about glory and gold. Lip service is so easy to come by. Nevertheless, to produce something of substantial meaning and importance time-and-time again with some type of true and profound potential is not an alcoholic induced idiotic tendency or a gullible one because that’s what differentiates the boys from the men.

 

In conclusion, believe in each breath of life. Believe in humanity. Believe in yourselves and don’t lie to yourselves because then you lie to your loved ones and we can’t have none of that. Be and embody your souls to your highest abilities and being a poser is no different than being a drunk or lost gullible souls.

 

The problem with being any poser loser, gullible idiot and irritating drunk as well as a non contributor to the human race is that people just can’t seem to mature and become adults and think on their own two feet. These are lost wandering souls who look to others to give them the answers instead of putting their brains to use and arriving at their own conclusive material. Pity. Shame. Run. They’ll take you down with them in the end due to mistakes, unwarranted and manipulated information as well as wishful thinking. It’s not necessary.

 

Forget growing up, try adulthood for a change and you’ll discover that a personally can be transformed into the loveliest tailored Italian three piece suit; indeed a fine suit for a personality is something to be worn to a real internal place of change not to a bar that smells of piss in the middle of the day with gullible boring conversation without boundaries and bullying poser gurus without any real certification who can murder others through their misguided disservices. Most likely a three peace tailored suit is a royal garment to be worn because there’s real and true business to be conducted not some wishful and make believe fantasy world of delusions of grandeur and…

 

Gabriela

 

P.S. Eric and I brought the little car in for an oil change this morning and went to French Meadow for the most wonderful organic vegan breakfast. I have so many fund memories of French Meadow as a teen when my Auntie would take me there. Eric and I walked eight blocks. It was alright. I’m a little soar and now back in bed. The painkiller finally kicked in. I had to take one pill finally even though I keep putting it off for as long as I can. I hate feeling seasick and nauseous.

 

P.S.S. Love.

 

No, not some bull version of what a poser thinks it’s like to love with manipulation, thievery and conniving forces behind them and the bullying nature of some snot nosed poser guru losers commanding you to buy into them. Love, you already know how to love and you don’t need some loser gurus telling you how to when it’s in your blood and in your soul. Don’t lose your way because it makes it easy for anybody without a soul to jump right into yours if you let them; just waiting to get a chance at manipulating you while placing blinders on you and robbing you blind like a thief in the night. Ha! People sure are gullible and that’s their own fault and no one else’s.

 

December 6, 2011

 

“Behold I do not give lectures or a little charity, When I give I give myself.” - Walt Whitman

“All faults may be forgiven of him who has perfect candor.- Walt Whitman

Have you heard that it was good to gain the day? I also say it is good to fall, battles are lost in the same spirit in which they are won. - Walt Whitman

Have you learned the lessons only of those who admired you, and were tender with you, and stood aside for you? Have you not learned great lessons from those who braced themselves against you, and disputed passage with you?- Walt Whitman

Happy Tuesday!

Aloha.

 

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I’m a private citizen and don’t you ever forget it.

 

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How wonderful to be alive!

 

I did the most foolish thing this morning around 11. It’s been one day and one week since I’ve had surgery and this morning I was feeling better than I have in years, so I got up and rotated the mattress. Wow! Am I foolish? I’m not to pick up anything heavier than a carton of milk even at that. I didn’t pick up the mattress I simply rotated it. I’m paying for it today. I’m bed ridden once again. I spoke with the triage nurse and we both confirmed that there is no internal bleeding. I’m not to pick up anything anymore heavier than a carton of milk for about another five weeks and take my word for it - I won’t! What was I thinking? I wasn’t. Ah, to be human and foolish as I am.

 

I hope everyone is doing just fine out there in the world.

 

I don’t watch much Television. However, world news has been on my mind and I’ve been saying meditative prayers for those in Afghanistan, Japan, Somalia and Turkey. How our sisters and brothers suffer so. My prayers are with you as you suffer. I can’t imagine it. I simply can’t imagine it. Oh, our little ones. Our lovely humans.

 

Change has arrived and it’s amongst us as we transition into something more humanitarian appropriate. It’s this humanitarian transition that is happening quickly and it’s exciting to watch humans take the planet back for the sake and purpose and in the name of freedom.

 

We live in exciting times.

 

I won’t get preachy on you because I hate being preached at. As a Mayan I’ve been waiting for this year 2011 to arrive all of my life because 2012 is the birth to a new dawn. I can’t explain it to you what it means to me to be alive in this time period in history as an Indiana. My Gods (no, not aliens) how excited I am for the human race to continue as free men and women. A new dawn. A new beginning. A new chance to prove that the human race is not as stupid as all that after it’s all said and done. A chance to reveal to ourselves that we must, will and can begin to use more than 10% of our noggins. The next 5.000 years ought to be impressive, beautiful and exciting for humans and our brothers and sisters of any organic existence. If you don’t understand what I’m writing about then try. Think. It doesn’t cost anything that’s how we’ll jump start our brainpower and usage of it in the century to come. It’s the beginning of the beginning and we’re here to witness such a tremendous transformation in events from idiotic tendencies, slavery and injustice to balance, harmony and equality.

 

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I expect a lot from Minneapolis, Minnesota in the years to come.

 

Our Minneapolis downtown streets must be cleaned up and cleared of Black prostitution, drugs and violent thugs mixed in with the club scene. Yep, I wrote it. Don’t get all paranoid and stupid now. I’m speaking from an anthropological point of view. Don’t get your breeches in a twist. I have no power or money to speak of so I have no say in what happens.

 

Our greatest assets are our cosmopolitan educated people and professional workforce.

 

We must campaign for the revitalization, intellectual and professional artistic recharge and urbanization of this beautiful city. No, I didn’t write inner-city. I wrote urbanization. Big difference. Forget the idea of inner city. That’s just stupid. We must begin to look ahead and visualize something more magnificent than just survival for Minneapolis.

 

I’m tired of downtown Minneapolis having evolved quite quickly over the past decade into a dirty, violent, drug and prostitute infested landscape. When did we let that occur? Why did it occur? Is it because the Ghetto of North Minneapolis is so close to our vital downtown? Is it because the bus line from North Minneapolis brings in droves of passive-aggressive Blacks? I moved to Minneapolis in 2004 because I believe in this city. I believe in Minneapolis professional arts, theatre and music, technology and progressive advancement.

 

I believe that anything professionally creatively splendid and technologically intelligent could get done in this romantic and Nordic city of pale skin brothers and sisters who are being run out of downtown commerce by a large population of Chicago and Minneapolis filthy violent Black. Please, all you have to do it look around us. It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to figure it out.

 

I can write about anything I observe. Yes, indeed. Let’s not pretend any longer as though the problem is not evident to us because it’s hiding in plain sight.

 

Allow for me to be rather forthcoming with you.

 

Downtown, Minneapolis has become overcrowded with Ghetto Black folks who are often dirty, out of work, with bad attitudes, smelly and Ghetto profanity who look more like they’d take you out if you so much as look at them. Get over yourselves is a great start.

 

Who do you think you are? It’s a rhetorical question. Don’t answer that.

 

Are you taxpayers like the rest of us because if you’re not then you have no business out on our cosmopolitan streets…If you’re on welfare then get off the streets of downtown Minneapolis and Minneapolis in general because those streets belong to the taxpaying citizens and civilians not to low-life vagabond Ghetto Chicago and Minneapolis Black prostitutes, thugs and street drug dealers and their Caucasian “wanna-be poser” counterparts without futures to speak of.

 

If you don’t contribute to the professional progressiveness that is this Minneapolis then you don’t have a say no matter how much of a screamer you may be.

 

Wake up! The world’s left you far behind in the dust and it’s only the fault of the Ghetto and mean-spirited Black brothers and sisters and their White counterparts as well as Euro-trash, walking about loitering as though the world owed them something and with chips on their shoulders. Get off the streets of the chic-metropolitan and cosmopolitan-contributing citizens and civilians that is Minneapolis, Minnesota. Our streets don’t belong to you and you know it. They never did and they never will.

 

Get over it. Everybody suffers. Everybody. You don’t live in the Middle East so you really don’t know hunger, real physical pain and the fear of being bombed at any one moment, do you? Yes, I’m speaking to you. I’ve got friends who were forced into the Ethiopian military militia at the ripe age of 11. Americans don’t know suffering as others around the world do. We have our own inner-mental and spiritual suffering but not real gut wrenching suffering.

 

It’s up to you to make something dignified out of yourselves. No one else is and will do it for you. Ghetto Blacks and Caucasians are not fit to be strollers amongst the civilized because you don’t even have the basics under your belts so no one can trust you because you can’t even trust yourselves to learn to read and write proper English and understand it’s vastly and complex responsibility towards all that live to contribute. Eat that for Nordic dinner tonight. Yes, the truth is painful no matter if it’s dished cold or hot.

 

No, don’t make that face at me. I was a child of a third world nation. I survived four years in an orphanage and I’ve never panhandled, stolen or sold my body for money. Back it up and back it up fast. I’m getting started. I know what it’s like to be dirty, hungry and poor. It’s a sight for soar eyes. We all know it. I became a contributing member of society because that was the dream - don’t you see? The American dream it’s not about what your country can do for you it’s about what you can do for your country.

 

Now, you can sit there and call me all the names you want it’s another excuse for not contributing as you ought to be and you know it.

 

I know, respect and love Black brothers and sisters. None of that nonsense! I’m tired of stupid excuses, weak rebuttals and disgusting behavior from the Ghetto Black and Caucasian in America. Wake Up! Contribute or go off somewhere else all by yourselves where the taxpaying American citizens and civilians don’t have to look at your sorry selves wasting away before our very own eyes year after year.

 

The welfare offices ought to be moved to the outskirts of the city limits or right in North Minneapolis but not in the heart of the city not in downtown. I hate the lie that is Black and Caucasian Ghetto America and what it has become. No, Black and Caucasian Ghetto is not like Jewish Ghetto it never was and it never will be.

 

Black Ghetto definitely is not Martin Luther King Jr. and his dream.

 

I hope that in our next city elections that our politicians will address such topics as high rent in a city that has become dirty, violent, drug and prostitution infested and sometimes almost not worth living here yet we stay because we believe in Minneapolis and the civilians will take their city back. This city belongs to the chic, educated and progressive. Period.

 

Also politicians must address Chicago and Minneapolis Ghetto Black pissing and masturbating on our public streets. Get them out of here if we expect and hope for Minneapolis to financially bounce back from this past economical depression of a decade that has left our buildings desolate with more for-rent-signs than ever.

 

Place Ghetto Black in some area where they can all piss, masturbate and prostitute on each other. I’m tired of seeing street deals, prostitution and low-life Ghetto Black and Caucasian stepping all over the urban vitalization that has made downtown Minneapolis so great for so long.

 

Do you know why taxpaying civilians avoid downtown, Minneapolis like the plague as a fun and vital metropolises? Who wants to place themselves in the middle of high potential harm? Nobody with a brain. Most likely if you work downtown then you go in: you get out and that’s that.

 

Downtown, Minneapolis still has a great chance but its hanging by a thread.

 

I’ll let you know when downtown, Minneapolis makes a turn for the better until then it’s a vulgar and boring place to be as a cosmopolitan by night with the exception for “Eat Street” / Nicolette Avenue and even then I’m tired of the garbage literally the trash blown here and there as though Minneapolis doesn’t have a great municipal advantage.

 

What are our city taxes being spent on?

 

Gabriela

 

P.S. Food for thought. You don’t have to agree with me that’s what makes any intellectual great.

 

P.S.S. Nothing. Oh, yes: paraphrasing: “ ‘The deficit has never knocked on my front door’ ” It’s a Larry King quote. I have to look it up. I wondered where I had heard such a quote.

 

December 5, 2011

 

A great city is that which has the greatest men and women.- Walt Whitman

Here or henceforward it is all the same to me, I accept Time absolutely.- Walt Whitman

I accept reality and dare not question it.- Walt Whitman

Do I contradict myself? Very well, then I contradict myself, I am large, I contain multitudes.- Walt Whitman

Every moment of light and dark is a miracle.  - Walt Whitman

Happy Monday!

Aloha.

 

Pardon, I fell asleep. I meant to post before five today.

 

I’m quite emotional and I’ll try not to become all too transparent across the page.

 

After all, I’m harbored in the land of the stoic giants and in their honor I’ll do my very best not to become all too emotional about anything although this feisty full-blooded Mayan nature of mine was granted to me through ancestry and birth. No, I’m not ornery. Rather I’m feisty. A huge difference, isn’t there?

 

I’ve mustered up all the energy that I have to sit up in bed and write to the world because I find it important for you to read a story about life. I’ve lived happily and to the fullest extend every single day of my natural life and I’m grateful to be alive today - this very day.

 

I’m grateful that nothing ruptured one week ago under the knife (more like it a robotic apparatus) without any internal bleeding. I’m here today to write such meager and humble words to you.

 

I’m sorry that I haven’t any Shakespearean sonnets, Whitman’s prose or Rumi’s profoundness in poetics. I shall do my very best someday to feed your souls with such splendor but as for today I ask of you to accept such humble offerings in the form of a literary gift from a woman who’s lived an incredible and extraordinary existence no different from that of yours. I’m sure of it.

 

Life is sure interesting.

 

There’s nothing poor or pitiful about me and there hasn’t been in many ways I’m embracing the fact that I’m quite introverted even though I’ve continued to force myself into an extraverted square peg. I love many extraverts I respect. I simply haven’t liked being used and abused by many extraverts I’ve met in the past decade especially as I get older and wiser I hate fluff, liars and manipulators because they’re such destroyers of the world. Ha! I’m laughing. It’s not quite as serious as all that you know? I’m being silly and strong at writing such piece of living words granted to me through each painful breath of life I’m bestowed especially today.

 

No, I’m not “shy” about anything nor do I play at some idiotic game of cutesiness in pretending that I’m shy when in reality I’m truly inside the core of myself therefore I’m serious and curt with people I don’t know nor do I care how that may come across. The greatest gift bestowed upon me is that I’m not an ass kisser, a brown nose-r or a conniving manipulator. I wouldn’t be able to live with myself much less sleep at night. I care about a lot of people and their wellbeing. I care because I was born caring. It’s in my nature I can’t help it: even those that hate my guts (ha!) have understood that I love and I love tremendously therefore I must be careful to shield and guard my heart against cunningness, manipulation, disrespect, jealousy and envy.

 

I don’t pretend my life away to be anything that I’m not to be because my life is magnificent and it’s right here before me. I’ve had the extraordinary gift of light even in the darkest hours. Do you know how profound it is to be alive even so when others have been miserable, drunk, cunning, conniving, manipulative, disrespectful and mean?

 

I’ve held on to the sacred and that I’ll take to the grave with me. I’ve been granted the gift of magnificence don’t you see? The gift of thinking. The gift of philosophy. The gift of questioning in the art of challenge and arriving at the just even if it’s against cultural divides.

 

I am as you read. Quite deeply touched by life and always been - I’ve not lost my fine tuned soul since childhood no matter how many lies, emotional and physical abuse and manipulation I’ve lived through - especially conniving cunningness by those whose souls have abandoned them decades ago.

 

I’m afraid that my writing is quite scandalous (tongue in cheek) and delivered in a straightforward manner. Therefore, I’ll have to guarantee you that those who love me continue to tell me that for someone who writes with such a large and boisterous voice that I’m quite nice and childlike: They tell me that, I’m nice and loving and thus I believe them to be so.

 

The older I get the more confident, beautiful and intelligent I’ve become. Do you know what it’s like to encounter the transformation of an ugly duckling into a swan? It’s marvelous and striking. It’s breathtaking and you simply can’t take your eyes away. It’s no different than watching a great thespian master transform themselves into a great and believable character, except that when their performance is over my life goes on as it is with all the splendor and awe. Here, the lights and the applause of life don’t stop. My life is full of poetic soliloquies to be delivered with each living breath of given life.

 

I’m a lucky human who is beloved, trusted, respected and granted more love than I may ever be able to express through such humble written words that do emotions no justice.

 

I’m grateful to our surgeon (only one of five in the state of Minnesota who did master such surgical procedure one week ago).

 

I unconditionally love my husband, my closest family members and my true and tried friends of the past 15 to 20 years. I’m a lucky bastard! I know it!

 

My one and only Father has been a true inspiration for so many years now. I thank him for giving me the gift of writing and embodying the power of deep emotion through storytelling form. It’s my Father, you see, who’s a wordsmith not I. It’ll be another many years before I’ll make a decent enough writer to write a first novel. Never mind about that for now.

 

Today, today… I raise my glass to you! Here’s to you and your health, beloved ones, dignity, truth and honor no matter how difficult it may be to achieve at times we must continue to uphold such values and virtues to our greatest standards of societal emotional graces and respect. Don’t deceive yourselves. Don’t lie to yourselves. Life indeed is short lived is it not?

 

Sincerely and Truly Yours,

 

Gabriela

 

P.S. I ask of you and if I must beg then I will: Please, don’t allow for our youth, our minors to volunteer at soup kitchens, runaway homes and impoverished areas of any sort. What I’ve witnessed and seen in the past two decades (but more so and especially in the last two years in my early thirties) has left me appalled at the world that is. Our youth get manipulated and preyed upon especially our girls and women. Please, don’t allow for this to happen anymore. I’ll not speak of it again.

 

The world is a dark and sinister place as well as beautiful and pure: and there are many great imbalances. Especially, for those youth from private schools, please go home. Please, you’ll be preyed upon as I promise you this: There’s nothing glamorous about poverty or trying to play Florence Nightingale. Face-to-face volunteerism is overrated. Send money if you must. Stick to your kind, trust worthy and respectful people, ah that little word, again - respectful.

 

And most likely if people have been unkind, disrespectful and untrustworthy then their entire clan will eventually show you that they, too, are untrustworthy through their actions, words and deeds and that they’re scoundrels just the same. Mark my words. I’ve learned for the last time. Simply, because I’ve been over trusting and foolish it doesn’t mean that you have to be so. Trust, but don’t extend yourselves to others especially when you’re only acquainted with them through passing because we live in times of great unbalance and people do and will take advantage of you and yours. I’m a prime example. I mean it! Guard your own as you would your heart and newborns. Don’t give an inch and don’t budge.

 

Class divide. Absolutely. Yes, there will be class divide until the poor stop using the rich as piggy banks and the rich begin to understand the plights of the poor. Just because you care about those who are impoverished it doesn’t mean that you must take on their habits, needs and crudeness. Leave them be. Live your lives and contribute by making something extraordinary out of your lives and becoming inspirations to us all. Put it down. Walk away slowly and don’t look back or you’ll turn to salt. The first time you’re ever yelled at by anyone, leave and never go back without as much as a single word. Leave. Go. Run. I’ve quit being a volunteer and I’ll not be a volunteer again for as long as I live. I’ll send money to charities I believe won’t rape the till but even then it’s tough not to be skeptical. I whisper to you, “Run!”

 

P.S.S. I’m in pain. I’ve given you everything that I have for today. I feel for those who’ve become addicted to painkillers, it’s like feeling seasick all the time. I’d rather live with this pain for a little bit longer than nausea. I’ve quit smoking 100% tobacco. I’ve been given a second chance at living. No, not to live but to be alive and so I’m taking it and running with it. Even though I only smoked about a cigarette to three a day for the past two years I’m done. Plus, the smell is so vulgar.

 

*) I have alliance to two men, only, who were my masters: one as a welder and the other as a stage builder. One, with dreadlocks, the other with missing teeth and he died last week but that’s as far as it goes.

 

It’s been made quite clear to me that I’m not a part of their extended families unless I become their piggy bank and for that you can all go straight to hell! It was all lip service on their behalf and two wasted years at a chaotic, drug infested and lead-filled organic vegetable garden and non-profit food bank. Be grateful I’m not spiteful and vengeful or I’d shut them down in the blink of an eye. Thus I move on. Hippies, they’re dead. Don’t trust anyone with highfalutin ideals and no actions to back it up nor capital.

 

People are scoundrels. Be careful. Be very careful. People are master manipulators. Punks are so overrated; they’re just rude low-lives and a waste of breath of life that never grew up past the 1980’s.

 

Anyone who is rude is insecure about their existence. Don’t address them. Don’t have anything to do with them. Let them die in the gutter as they wish to do so. Forget anybody who ever speaks down to you or who takes out their animosity out on you because they see you as a second class citizen. Forget low-lives and their high ideals with low brow and second rate existences. They don’t even know what a high ideal is even when the door’s hitting them on the ass on their way out. I’m speaking from experience. I know what I’m talking about. Be careful with yourselves and our youth. Please. Please. Please.

 

I’ve been burned and I’m writing about it so you don’t have to go through it yourselves. Anybody, who’s fallen for “hippies”, hipsters and punks’ atrocious behavior and conduct, is foolish and it doesn’t mean that you must go along with it and become the fool as well. Stay away! Don’t volunteer with the poor of these sectors under unstructured premises and uncertified places even so be very careful.

 

December 2, 2011

 

“There can never be peace between nations until there is first known that true peace which is within the souls of men.- Black Elk

Happy Friday!

Aloha.

 

December 1, 2011

 

“Grandfather, Great Spirit, once more behold me on earth and lean to hear my feeble voice.” - Black Elk

Happy December 1st!

Aloha.

 

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