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February 29, 2012

 

“I only ask to be free. The butterflies are free.” - Charles Dickens

“I have known a vast quantity of nonsense talked about bad men not looking you in the face. Don't trust that conventional idea. Dishonesty will stare honesty out of countenance any day in the week, if there is anything to be got by it.” - Charles Dickens

To conceal anything from those to whom I am attached, is not in my nature. I can never close my lips where I have opened my heart. - Charles Dickens

Happy Leap Year!

Aloha.

 

How life goes by so quickly.

 

I’m working on not being so crabby, grumpy or skeptical about the world in general.

 

Too prove it, I’m trying to bake chocolate chip cookies that don’t come out as hard as hockey pucks. I fail time and time again, but I do like to bake when I get a chance every three to six months or so.

 

Anyway, to prove to myself that I can I am making a stupendous effort. Although, it hasn’t happened yet. I can make a seriously delicious loaf of bread and I know it because other people tell me that they can’t get enough of my bread. However, when it comes to cookies everyone seems to run away. One, of my goals in the next decade would be to bake a decent cookie so that no one breaks a tooth on my ridiculously rock hard like cookies. You’d think it would be the easiest thing in the world, but as I’ve come to find out baking is a chemical science that I don’t quite have down yet. Practice makes perfect. Cheers.

 

 

                              A ‘Dada’ Poem:

                              (Literally, a genre in a style of poetic writing.)

 

                              im going to go ahead and show you what my writing style is like for no other reason as to convey what a tedious and arduous discipline this silly little thing called writing truly is i try to make as much sense as i can writing is logic and emotion combined nothing else okay so maybe writing is many other more complex aspects as well nevertheless writing must first make sense or it seizes to exist why well because one wouldnt necessarily go around listening to lunatics talk about the metaphysics of transcendence or perhaps one would now to make a perfectly good definition about writing being logical i must first say this what is logic logic is the formal systematic study of the principles of valid inference and correct reasoning therefore its not only my duty but writing is also my discipline to make logical observations out of nothing to create logic from creative imagination at play is to exist do you know how weird that is extremely difficult but not as difficult as one might think to create with an open mind and a controlled imagination to me writing is no different than playing an instrument not only is there technique technical form and structure involved but also there must be bravery courage and ability to move others aside from the self im not any great writer by any means im still a decade behind most of my peers on conquering the english language the only thing that im brave at is making serious technical mistakes in front of an online audience and that says a lot for literary bravery and courage yes i could still be hiding under my bed but when i decided to publically write then i took a leap of faith that which is only known to those who do it no differently than any athlete either you run a race or you don’t for all to witness in front of god your peers and contemporaries i write with my heart on my sleeve because thats who i am i could be extremely cold and keep the reader at arms length but i am already considered as much in life with a heavy prejudice against this quiet voice amongst envious stares by those who dont know me at all i am extremely warm and extremely cold depending on how i write with my heart and brain intact while keeping all the balls spinning up in the air as i try to create logic inside the coloring lines of spiritual rules and emotional principals of syntax i have a duality about my person that its tough to understand and thats that i am highly creative and highly analytical thus the work is to bridge the two forms together without writing in spanish rather in english if only i could translate the love that i have for words in the latin but this is your love your language and your culture so i write to you with your penmanship not mine if only one could hear me breathe in spanish then one would understand that i have far more hope and love than ill ever be able to express in english no im nothing special nor have i ever held fast to that delusion about myself im human with tremendous gifts and talents hell twenty four years ago i couldnt even spell my name in english twenty four years ago i could not have conveyed to you all that i have to say and more i figure that if i can get a strong foothold on the english language then ill become a much better latin writer watch itll all be for nothing and my first novel will be written in spanish wouldnt that be hilarious i want to become a better english writer a better english thinker a better english artist im years away from such a goal however i made it i learned to read and write i got out from under my bed and i am publically writing to convey these very words to you because it means that i set my fears aside about public speaking and public presentation and leaped off the ledge to swim with the birds my father used to say 99% is showing up and the rest is participation how right he was much love to a beautiful world of artists who do work for a justifiable means to an end the truth how lovely to be alive in such times            :::

                                                 

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                              :::          I’m going to go ahead and show you what my writing style is like. For no other reason as to convey what a tedious and arduous discipline this silly little thing called “writing” truly is. I try to make as much sense as I can. Writing is logic and emotion combined nothing else. Okay, so maybe writing is many other more complex aspects as well. Nevertheless, writing must, first, make sense or it seizes to exist. Why? Well, because one wouldn’t necessarily go around listening to lunatics talk about the metaphysics of transcendence or perhaps one would?

 

                              Now, to make a perfectly good definition about writing being logical I must first say this; what is logic? Logic is “the formal systematic study of the principles of valid inference and correct reasoning.” Therefore, it’s not only my duty but writing is also my discipline to make logical observations out of nothing. To create logic from creative imagination at play is to exist. Do you know how weird that is? Extremely difficult, but not as difficult as one, might think to create with an open mind and a controlled imagination.

 

                              To me writing is no different than playing an instrument. Not only is there technique, technical form and structure involved but also there must be bravery, courage and ability to move others aside from the self. I’m not any great writer by any means. I’m still a decade behind most of my peers on conquering the English language.

 

                              The only thing that I’m brave at is making serious technical mistakes in front of an online audience and that says a lot for literary bravery and courage. Yes, I could still be hiding under my bed but when I decided to publically write then I took a leap-of-faith that, which, is only known to those who do it. No differently than any athlete. Either you run a race or you don’t for all to witness in front of God, your peers and contemporaries.

 

                              I could be extremely cold and keep the reader at arm’s length but I am already considered as much in life with a heavy prejudice against this quiet voice amongst envious stares by those who don’t know me at all. I am extremely warm and extremely cold depending on how...

 

                              I write with my heart and brain intact while keeping all the balls spinning up in the air as I try to create logic inside the coloring lines of spiritual rules and emotional principals of syntax. I have a duality about my person that it’s tough to understand and that’s, that, I am highly creative and highly analytical. Thus, the work is to bridge the two forms together without writing in Spanish rather in English.

 

                              If, only, I could translate the love that I have for words in the Latin, but this is your love, your language and your culture; so I write to you with your penmanship, not mine.

 

                              If, only, one, could hear me breathe in Spanish then one would understand that I have far more hope and love than I’ll ever be able to express in English.

 

                              No, I’m nothing special nor have I ever held fast to that delusion. I’m a human with tremendous gifts and talents. Hell, twenty four years ago I couldn’t even spell my name in English. Twenty four years ago I could not have conveyed to you all that I have to say and more.

 

                              I figure that if I can get a strong foothold on the English language then I’ll become a much better Spanish writer. Watch, it’ll all be for nothing and my first novel will be written in Spanish. Wouldn’t that be hilarious!

 

                              I want to become a better English writer. A better English thinker. A better English artist. I’m years away from such a goal, however. I made it.

 

                              I got out from under my bed and I am publically writing to convey these very words to you because it means that I set my fears aside about public speaking and public presentation and leaped off the ledge to swim with the birds.

 

                              My Father used to say, “99% is showing up and the rest is participation.” How right he was. Much love to a beautiful world of artists who do work for a justifiable means to an end. The Truth. How lovely to be alive in such times…          :::

 

Cheers,

 

Gabriela

 

P.S. To me the greatest form of friendship is to understand another without prejudice, with unconditional open-mindedness and the deliciousness of a blank canvas.

 

No, I’m not damaged goods over here. If, anything, I get better with age like a fine cognac or a ripe papaya. If, anything, I’d have you on the floor licking your toes with frustration… if, I, were to write as I think about the world of men and their power.

 

P.S.S. Love.

 

*) Correction: from “impoverished polygamists” to “Catholic polygamists”.

 

I hold nothing personally against the economical positions of individuals.

 

I judge by the character of any man who makes his ideals known by his bravest virtues and highest of values. I, do, however, hold a great deal of resentment and prejudice against any man who tries to sell me on religion, with one hand, and sexuality, with another. I hate being preached at more than anything else in the entire world. Please! I wasn’t born yesterday. I can’t stand an enraged and oversexed male living under the pretence of the religious principals of others which he does not follow. Say, what you mean to say, man. If it’s sex, that, one, desires, then come out with it. Women will understand. If its games, that, one, wants, then women will not understand. Not only will women slap men, hard, across men’s faces but women will also spit upon men’s graves. Careful.

 

February 28, 2012

 

“There are only two styles of portrait painting; the serious and the smirk.” - Charles Dickens

“There is nothing so strong or safe in an emergency of life as the simple truth.” - Charles Dickens

“We forge the chains we wear in life.” - Charles Dickens

“Whatever I have tried to do in life, I have tried with all my heart to do it well; whatever I have devoted myself to, I have devoted myself completely; in great aims and in small I have always thoroughly been in earnest.” - Charles Dickens

Happy Tuesday!

Aloha.

 

Well, I just finished watching “Black Swan” directed by Darren Aronofsky.

 

Spectacular! Bravo! Stupendous!

 

I don’t get it.

 

I don’t think that I’m smart enough for such a film (tongue-in-cheek).

 

No, this is not to say that I’m not intelligent enough for such a film. I could deconstruct it down to its infinite form in all of its glory and elements of mise-en-scene. That’s not it. I mean to convey that I’m not smart enough for such a film and that’s that. No, especially not as an audience appreciator, either, nor as a…

 

What? I don’t get it.

 

Is the main character Schizophrenic? Is the main character Bi-polar? Is the main character a closeted drug addict? Is the main character stupid? Is the main character horny? Is the main character OCD? Is the main character lonely? Is the main character delusional? Is the main character crazy? Is the main character, what? Is the main character insecure and washed out?

 

I wish someone would spell it out for me because “perfect” just isn’t cutting it. Talk about cutting. Yikes! I almost lost my breakfast with this film.

 

I mean, seriously, watching a ballerina-character toss her lunch and scratch away at herself until she bleed, left much to be desired. All I can say is that severe competition must drive people insane and that’s further away from beauty than perfection, isn’t it?

 

Especially, competition; amongst people who must be thrown-in together day-in-and-day-out who don’t much less care for one another nor like each other. There’s much to be said for getting along with people. What if people were thrown in together simply to kill each other’s spirits off and that’s all there’s to it? Then, is it still considered beauty?

 

It would seem shallow and cruel for people to come together for the sake of competition in the production of beauty. Nevertheless, since people are shallow and cruel it must meet some innate need in them. Then, is the creative equation worth the outcome? Nope. It’s worth mierda and everybody knows it.

 

Can a creative group of people really create beauty at the expense of each other’s dignity and respect?

 

You already know the answer to that question, right?

 

If beauty is created at the expense of others then it’s worth the sum of its parts, which in other words; it’s worth only the sums of the parts that are at its ugliest core and ultimately that means nothing to the world. It’s fake beauty that gets forgotten and perishes for all time. Pity. It’s top drawer. Everybody knows what top drawer means, insignificantly nothing. Something to wipe off your feet on and to forget because each breath of life comes with meaningless wonder when fake beauty is produced.

 

Beauty isn’t possible when the masters behind it, are envious and hateful of everybody else. Especially, behind-the-scenes when everyone knows the truth about everybody else. That everybody hates everybody due to jealousy and envy.

 

It’s hilarious to watch envious and jealous people hate everybody that they think gets in their way. It’s like watching delusional lunatics pretend to be normal when their greatest fear is to be dethroned from their little imaginary perches. If you reflect their crazy behavior back at them then they’ll really hate you because you remind them of their lowly positions in life, which is, that theirs is a life of ordinary measures and nothing more. No matter how much they pretend to play great and mighty roles for their audiences they know what they are, parasites. At the end of the day they go home to their lonely souls no matter who’s around them because they live for their fears and not for their bravery.

 

Or at least, everybody envies everybody which can be worse than hate. Envy is a slow poison made up of character assassination and the dehumanization of others at any cost. In reality the cost isn’t other people but the damage to the self. I’ve known such women and how insecure they truly were. So insecure were they that they were afraid of their own shadows. Oh, how I pity such women and their ugly faces that carry so much hate behind such masks. No matter what they did to beautify themselves, they just couldn’t pull out the innate beauty within their souls because where they lacked bravery was to get in touch with their spirits and to give it a breath of life to go on living.

 

In my experience, it’s been the ugliest women pretending to be beautiful who’ve truly been insecure and acted flamboyantly so as to cover up their deepest and darkest secrets about themselves, their envy and their hatred for the human race.

 

Such secrets are theirs, that they aren’t truly women, they are cowards, and cowards they shall be forever more. No matter what great fortunes and luck may befall them; they are the type of women that all men fear most; the unfeeling and unkindly thinking of others. A type of women who’d let children starve and other women die for fear that they may not be the “fairest of them all”. They are nothing in a passage of time and they know this to be the core of their truths. Death is all that they can look forward to whence their youth leaves them, like every other man that they’ve ever been beholden to. Men, who must wince at the taste of sour peaches. What else is there to do when a woman’s youth leaves her and there’s nothing left but her bare naked and ugly soul?

 

I’ve met women who’ve tried to put blame, shame and hatred upon other women who were humble, awkward and sincere. I’ve loved watching such bitches be bitches. It’s been the greatest theatre I’ve come across. As an introvert the greatest aspect of life is that nothing gets by you. Nothing, even when others think that you can’t see it a mile away. Wandering and delusional souls. It’s funny as hell to watch people be so shallow and insecure. If you mirror them then you really do a number on them because they weren’t born with human spines they were born with fears.

 

I’ve gotten a first glance at the ugliness of perverted and hateful women in the middle of their envious confusions.

 

What I haven’t accomplished around such wounded animals is laugher in their faces. We all know that wounded animals are dangerous, but I have gone away laughing, smirking and making them believe that I took them all too seriously. Nothing will make you laugh more than homely women who’ve thought of themselves as queens of their own smells with nothing generous to show for in their lives. Pray for such souls. Poor little women of envy as with each passing day they grow older and closer to the grave.

 

When people are envious they are out for blood and that’s all they can see in their tunnel vision full of fiery. Not to mention that they’re the most boring people in the world but also the most daft. They are lead by their animal instincts. For some people envy is the only thing that drives them because they’re afraid to be alone, but alone they are. That envy is what keeps them from being beautiful and free. More often than not these are people who don’t know how to love so they cannot really and truly be loved.

 

Beauty is peacefulness, simplicity and kindness. Beauty has everything to do with people being in harmony with themselves and amongst others yet it’s the Ut-most difficult aspect in life and in the arts to achieve not to mention with each waking breath of life.

 

All I can say is that I am grateful to be a writer and a human whose incredibly imperfect, human and more human. Perfection! Who cares about perfection? (Don’t answer that, it’s rhetorical.) Really, what does perfection have anything to do with the human spirit?

 

Ah, to be human and to be free. I was born a free soul in the jungles and a free soul I shall die in this America of yours. As an Indian, you can’t possibly begin to understand how I view the world because you never asked.

 

Ha! Ha! Ha! As I get older, I think I’m getting the last laughter on a road less travelled amongst the greatest of friends who weren’t out to cut my throat but they were out to love me and I them.

 

Ciao;

 

Gabriela

 

P.S. I’ve got more responsibilities still yet to meet today. Cheers. I liked the film “Black Swan” but it’s going to take me a few months to get its philosophical message. Is the main character stupid or sick? I’m sorry maybe I’m too Indian for this film.

 

February 27, 2012

 

“An idea, like a ghost, must be spoken to a little before it will explain itself.” - Charles Dickens

“A loving heart is the truest wisdom.” - Charles Dickens

 

“Have a heart that never hardens, and a temper that never tires, and a touch that never hurts.” - Charles Dickens

“Electric communication will never be a substitute for the face of someone who with their soul encourages another person to be brave and true.” - Charles Dickens

 

Correction: From “mid-evil” to “medieval”. Thank you.

I’ve been getting it wrong for years knowing that it’s wrong.

 

Happy Monday!

Aloha.

 

What happened to Monday?

 

Hello, I hope you’re all doing well. So much happened today, many responsibilities were met and I am happily tired. So much got accomplished and done peacefully, without being sabotaged, disrespected or screamed at for no reason. Wonderful! What a beautiful life without chaos or self-made dramas.

 

I’m wishing you a wonderful night and respectful relationships as you go into your evenings. We’re looking forward to making great food, relaxing and taking it down a thousand notches. I look forward to being with my sweetie!

 

Eric is so delightfully kind; a quiet Finn man and thoughtfully intelligent not arrogantly intelligent that it’s easy to want to get to know and be with someone like that. We love being together, discussing and loving each other without mental games. If we didn’t work, then we’d play all day long. What else is there? Eric knows that he’s quite lucky; I don’t nag him but he doesn’t nag me either. What a gift from the Gods!

 

I’m tired and about to go and take care of myself by putting my feet up. I need to relax. I’ll see you tomorrow.

 

I’m peacefully happy. I haven’t read any news nor global politics today, so rest easy. I won’t get up on any political soapboxes about the injustices of the world.

 

De La Pura Vida,

To the Good Life,

 

Gabriela

 

P.S. I can’t get enough of Charles Dickens and his writings. Charles Dickens is a literary genius for all times. I could go on for pages gushing about his genius, but I won’t. You already know. I find that people look as dirty now as they did in the times of Charles Dickens and his descriptions of people as characters.

 

I asked Eric this morning, “Why do so many women on Television look dirty?” His answer, “Smoke.” I can see clearly now as to what he meant by that. Even on the streets people look dirty. Weird, ha? Do Americans not wash themselves?

 

February 24, 2012

 

“We build but to tear down. Most of our work and resource is squandered. Our onward march is marked by devastation. Everywhere there is an appalling loss of time, effort and life. A cheerless view, but true.” - Nikola Tesla

 

Happy Friday!

Aloha.

 

The Daily Curmudgeon

 

For the second day in a row I must begin this blog with an apology. I’m sorry that I misused and abused my linguistic abilities through the usage of swear words.

 

My closest friends have asked me to come back to the page and to humble myself before you. Thus, here I am for their lovely sakes. I don’t write with any intention to insult or to be rude to any reader. I may, however, be able to be “forthcoming” and even so much as “vulgar” through the medium of writing but not insulting or rude because I’m told that I’m neither in person thus I may not be so in writing either. Is that apology made clear to everyone? My closest friends want me to do well by them. Therefore, I’m called “the curmudgeon” with good reason and with a lot of love behind that statement. I just got crabby writing all of this. Much love. Moving on!

 

Furthermore, I grew up with one elder who used to call me a “cunt” and who holds a Ph.D. from an Ivy League Institution. Thus I learned that it’s alright to swear. I’m a sponge and I’ve learned from American culture that swearing is modern and chic so that’s how I view it. I’m the English as a Second Language human in the corner and I’m taking my cues from you guys. It’s not an excuse but it’s a good reason for my linguistic bad behavior. I know, I know. Swearing on the page is one of my greatest vices.

 

My dad says, “well, look at it this way at least you don’t snort cocaine and now you’ve quit smoking cigarettes.” Baby steps! Swearing on the page is one of my last vices that I must control before I become a refined human female adult come this May 2012. It’s imperative that I learn to control my tongue in order to go through my rights-of-passage as a Maya adult female.

 

I’m aware. No, I don’t have Tourette syndrome I just have a bad disposition to reflect the modern times I live in. Ha! Ha! Ha! I have a bad habit of swearing when I write and when I get angry, passionate or I feel a prejudice against the little guy. My bad literary disposition is in part due to people’s displaced prejudices in values.

 

I can see clearly through the double standards, injustices, vulgarities and cruelties of a culture I live in which in many ways seem to hate its People.

 

Sometimes, I wish I lived in Costa Rica or in a much kinder culture that doesn’t make fun of women and hates women so much… All you have to do is watch ten minutes of Television a day to know that American women are hated with the passion of savages by the portrayal of women through and by the means of marketing executives and their idiots. Peace.

 

Sincerely,

 

Gabriela

 

 

 

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Let’s clear a few things up: My dad says that I have “human fatigue”. He says it’s quite common and that it occurs amongst doctors, nurses and people who provide and extend a great deal of care for others. He says that in my case being a documentary field worker and filmmaker has left me exhausted and fatigued.

 

My dad says that it’s okay to be “burned out” on people and to take a long vacation from them for as long as I need to take a break from people I may do just so.

 

It may be years until I want to be amongst people (strangers) again. Not because I’m anti-social. Who are you kidding? I love a great party like any other gal. I can be very social one-on-one I just can’t stand being the center of attention because then I want to curl up into a little ball and crawl under furniture. I’m introverted not socially stupid.

 

With that said, I’m not bored or lonely. Get that through your thick skulls.

 

I’m more invigorated and ready for life now post-surgery than I’ve ever been before.

 

No, I’m “not a bored housewife”. Have the courage to ask me such a question not to tell me what I am to you. “Are you a bored housewife?” As a matter of fact, I’m not. I wish I was more of a housewife than a filmmaker, but a gal’s got to work to eat. Oh, my god, if I stayed home and cleaned, baked and looked up recipes all day long; I’d be in heaven. I would. I don’t know what I would do. But I would love to be a fulltime housewife. That would be stupendous!

 

I have expelled bad influences from my life. I don’t hate people, but sometimes their animal like behaviors does make me hate them just a little but never enough to become a Nazi or a poop-flinging monkey. Although it could be hilarious as hell to watch stupid humans react to flung poop.

 

I love writing about politics. I just do. No, I don’t want to be a reporter. Not at all! That’s a job that I’ve never wanted. I want to be me. I want the freedom to fly. I want to be free in the same way that I’ve felt free when I’ve skateboarded. The entire world disappears and I feel complete exuberance running through my body. That’s pure freedom to me. I live in an insecure and stupid culture that’s so afraid to be alone. For all of the talk about individuality; why is it that Americans are so afraid to be alone? I know the answer. Do you? Of course you do.

 

I used to shut my doors on my personal working studio from October through May every year for a decade to all people with the exception of a very few longtime and dearly trusted friends of twenty years.

 

About two years ago I fell into a rabbit hole as Alice did in documentary field work amongst 1960’s hippies, 1980’s washed-out punks, impoverished polygamists and gypsies and millennial prostitutes. No, I didn’t fall into a rabbit hole of lifestyle. I fell into a rabbit hole of field work where almost everyone I met wanted me to make documentaries about them but then they would steal, lie and try to seduce me. How boring. I’m yawning over here! It just didn’t work out. It made me crabby to be around such immoral beggars, so I turned my back on three full length features because I was getting too abused, used and almost conned.

 

Just as an anthropologist I carried my notebooks around, took notes, asked questions and learned about these species of humans. I came to find out that they had three things in common. Drugs, sex and alcohol in excess.

 

Being a field anthropological documentary filmmaker has left me tired of people down to the marrow of my bone. If I meet another alcoholic, abuser and seducer then I think I’m going to scream!

 

Oh, I’m very tired of people but not of my work.

 

I was shocked at the rude behavior in which people interacted with me.

 

People insulted me and my loved ones, stole from me, told me what I was and wasn’t to them. People tried to take sexual advantage of me in every way possible. Assholes.

 

I’m tired of people. I haven’t grown to hate people yet but I am hateful of one fact, humans aren’t very intelligent. I’d rather hang out with dolphins. No, seriously, I’d rather hang out with dolphins than with humans.

 

So, I keep being asked the same question again and again, “Why don’t you write more about you personal life?”

 

I don’t write more about my personal life for two good reasons, I’m quite private. Two, if I open up the floodgates about personal matters then get ready for Niagara Falls. I guess I’m saving the real personal stuff for novels and screenplays. I’ll be able to hide behind them while on the blog I can address our corrupt political disposition and the injustices of our times.

 

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Literary Math:

 

Let’s do some quick math: 5,000 hours of disciplined writing before the first novel:

 

2 hours of writing per day X’s 5 days a week = 10 hours of writing per week.

 

10 hours of writing per week X’s 4 weeks in the month = 40 hours of writing per month

 

40 hours of writing per month X’s 12 months in a year = 480 hours of writing per year

 

5,000 hours of disciplined writing in total divided by 480 hours of writing per year = 10.4 years of blogging before a first novel. Get it? Are you with me? This is the hard work behind a first novel.

 

See, I have a lot of years to go before I write and publish my first novel. I must first become a disciplined writer in the years to come and then I can really revel in being a disciplined writer. 5,000 hours of disciplined writing isn’t easy to do but quite possible. And frankly, I don’t want to give all of my material away before I publish. 10 years of writing is a lot of subject matter and global politics is the best way to cover subject matter without having to pull it out directly from my spirit and soul daily only from my critical thinking skills, brain and body.

 

Now, it’s time for a long walk. Walking is Zen to me.

 

Much Respect,

 

Gabriela

 

*) What do you mean the Romans built structures that are still standing but Minneapolis keeps building bridges that have a tendency to collapse. Get it together!

 

*) HA! HA! HA! Yeah, right! If I would’ve had a gun on me then I would’ve almost killed an innocent janitor, all those years ago. He came into a campground bathroom to clean and I got scared. I didn’t understand what was happening so I started screaming bloody murder. Thank god I didn’t have a gun on me or I would’ve shot first and then asked questions later. If civilians can shoot without asking questions then the civilian death toll will rise. It doesn’t take a genius to figure that one out.

 

P.S. Blue eye shadow is so color blind pre-teen. Please! For those of us who lived through the 1980’s, many of the fashions were ugly then and they’re still ugly now, especially zippers across women’s boobs. Can we all unzip your boobs so that your boobs come toppling out? Stupid. We’d rather forget the 1980’s fashions. Worst decade ever!

 

P.S.S. I don’t get the double standard.

 

Afghan men are all in an up roar about the burning of a Koran but when they burn the American flag then that’s okay. I hate the double standards of the many Afghanistan Muslim men. Their rage is an excuse to keep Afghanistan in the dark ages, ruin their cities and violently protest for the pure joy of rage. I’d say leave the Afghan men to kill each other off and to deal with their medieval standards.

 

Afghan men don’t need the help of the Americans. They need the humility of their Allah and the strength to overcome the burning of a Quran.

 

What, you don’t think that the burning of the Maya codices were a great loss to our civilization? For sure it was but not enough reason to react like murderous little boys. Please. Who does anybody think they are? Man up, be kind and forgive as your Allah God commands you to do and find maturity within yourselves! Contribute something worthwhile to the world or go home to your rock huts and complain about your lives (no, that doesn’t give you an excuse to beat your women). What a bunch of little Afghan boys without male adult leadership and very little understanding of their Allah.

 

Wow, what would Allah have to say about the Afghanistan men’s misconduct and bad behavior? It would’ve been a great test of will, but the Afghan men showed to the world that they are a bunch of mean spirited and angry snot nosed little boys. Go Home! How boring of you not to forgive when forgiveness has been asked of you. Maybe, Afghan Muslim men, don’t believe in their Allah since they can’t practice what they preach? Go, home! Nobody cares that men are so immature and unforgiving. Humans make mistakes.

 

February 23, 2012

 

“I do not think there is any thrill that can go through the human heart like that felt by the inventor as he sees some creation of the brain unfolding to success... such emotions make a man forget food, sleep, friends, love, everything.” - Nikola Tesla

Happy Thursday!

Aloha.

 

Free Tibet! Free Tibet! Free Tibet!

 

Correction: from “working progress” to “work in progress”. Ha! (That’s cute!)

 

Apologies, I got yesterday’s date wrong, again. I hate to tell you this but I really don’t need to know the date much less what day of the week it is because that’s a luxury that I can afford just as I do by not wearing a watch. I don’t need to know what time it is, either. That’s a luxury that I am able to afford as a successful adult. No, I’m not bragging and needing you to feel bad about your lives because my life is so much more spectacular than yours (wink). I’m not cruel and shallow like that. I’m letting you know so that when I get the times and dates wrong then you know that I’m simply being careless with such specific details. The devil’s is in the details and I’m not a detailed oriented person. I’m all about the overall view. Thank you.

 

Where did the week go?

 

Okay, so. I have a lot of subject matter that I’d like to address but I’m still researching and that means time. I can and do like to take my time reading. Plus I’m a slow reader not because I can’t read fast, but because I truly like to comprehend what I’m reading so I don’t have to go back four or five times and re-read something again. I like to be a thorough reader the first time through.

 

Do you know what?

 

Yes, I’m writing my 5,000 hours of practice online on a public blog format so that I may get practice at becoming a better writer, but also so that I may shed and grow a thicker skin by publically writing in front of an audience, which is not easy to say the least.

 

People are quick to correct and scrutinize information, grammatical mistakes, times and dates. I guess that’s my golden ticket because a public writing blog is setting me up for a stronger backbone for when I write and publish my first novel as many of my peers already have done so in the past decade. I think that they’re just the coolest people for having the courage to write and publish novels. What can I say? I’ve always been last at most everything. I’m a late bloomer. Not because I can’t be first but frankly because I’m taking my sweet old time and smelling the flowers.

 

I have much to prove as a writer, as a filmmaker and as a thinker but not as a human. No, Sir! As a human, I kept my kid like curiosity intact, my kindness and generosity as well as a deep appreciation for others even when they’ve done wrong by me. Now, I must learn how not to have my boundaries crossed and be conned into-giving-into others’ controlling and manipulative passive aggressiveness.

 

I’ll learn to do passive aggressiveness and when I do. I’ll become a force to reckon with as a snot nosed diplomatic mind, crushing and manipulative thinker and bullying emotional sentimentalist.

 

I’ll be dangerous when I learn to dish out passive aggressiveness back. I hope I don’t look as ugly as most women do when they’re being passive aggressive. Why must they do that one thing with their noses? Why must their eyes become crossed when they’re being passive aggressive?

 

No, I don’t want to become passive aggressive. I want to be able to have the tools and skills to do passive aggressiveness. Huge difference! More often than not most women don’t realize how ugly they look when they’re being passive aggressive. It’s as though something dark and sinister takes over their souls and their spirits are locked in some dungeon. I think that passive aggressiveness is one of the ugliest facial expressions in the world right up there with…

 

Someday (if I have enough courage) I’ll publically show my screenplays and novels to the world, but as you can see I’m hiding under the bed for now because I’m quaking in my boots. What human wouldn’t be? I am.

 

Public blogging is easier to me than public screenwriting would be for sure because blogging is an ongoing story rather than one that must be neatly tidied up in about 150 pages or less. If I were to show you the way I write then there would be no punctuation or line breaks. It’s ridiculous. Much editing has been accomplished before I arrived here at the end of this sentence with this period.

 

I force myself to edit for about an hour after a solid hour of writing. Oh, writing is the easy part. I could write for eight hours a day. I should have made writing my day job instead of my hobby. I love writing. Are you nuts? There’s nothing as beautiful as the love for a craft that forces you to become a better thinker about life.

 

The Maya, we believe that writing is as sacred as breathing. Writing is as sacred as getting close to the Gods. You know that, right? Tell me that you know that the greatest value in currency is knowledge and not just oral knowledge; above all else written knowledge because it means that humans have surpassed our beloved brothers and sisters of the animal kingdom on one tremendous aspect; literary cognition. I literally throw words up on a blank canvas and then I later go back and edit by deciphering congruent thoughts to create harmonious shapes to give the descriptive words meaning in value. Otherwise, it’s gibberish and that’s annoying.

 

I’d rather be a numbers mathematician then a writer any day. Although, don’t get me wrong writing is mathematics. Writing is a form and a shape of mathematics. A type of mathematics, like any cognitive mathematics with logic, imagery and syntax involved to create an emotional response and a concrete result in the outcome to convey something outside of the spirit of one.

 

Do you understand? If you don’t, then don’t worry about it. Either I haven’t done a well-enough job to convey my sentiments about writing to you or you aren’t reading well-enough to comprehend.

 

Again, poetry is my specialty and that gives me license to write anything in the entire vastness of the universes. I mean, anything, even if it’s forthcoming and at times vulgar, it’ll wake up your senses and guide you into thinking differently about how you feel and think about the world or don’t.

 

Writing isn’t about whether I can persuade you to think like me. No, not at all. Writing is about creating an infinite form of poetic justice. If I achieve that then I am in accordance with our previous thinking predecessors.

 

Ciao,

 

Gabriela

 

P.S. I’m going to quit early today and go and watch a movie.

 

We watched “Francis” yesterday. It’s a film about a talking mule. I fell in love with the writing immediately. So cute! Pictures to me are writing.

 

I hate the first season of “Leave it t Beaver”. Not only is the writing awful but the acting is simply vulgar to watch. I have to leave the room on almost each and every episode of season 1.

 

“The Avengers” truly are amazing. Animation has advanced by leaps and bounds just the last twelve years since I began working in my field of expertise. “The Simpsons”, I don’t know what to say but the technology has definitely changed in the past 20 years.

 

I’m beside myself at watching so much artistry up on the screen. We still watch one film a day as part of our professional work. How could we not?

 

I’m slowly making my way through “Laurel and Hardy.” Oh, wow! Geniuses.

 

I don’t like the “Three Stooges”. The more films that friends send us then the more we watch. I have so much to catch up on. I only have so many hours in the day. If only I got to live to be 250 years old. Do you know how much more I could learn in that timeframe? Sigh.

 

*) There’s so much work ahead of me and I rejoice and revel in it. How could I not? I’m alive aren’t I? I love what I do for a living each and every day. I’ve been contemplating what other “undercover” job I ought to take on to learn about. I’ve always wanted to learn to weld the frame of an airplane but I’m also curious about tailored sewing and how political campaigns are run. No, I don’t want any of these as my professional job. I already have a career. Thank you. I just want to see what it’s all about. I ought to get in touch with someone at the Ron Paul Republican campaign headquarters. My dad suggested working/volunteering/apprenticing at a burn unit with burned babies. I don’t know about that. I can’t say that my soul is ready for that quite just yet.

 

P.S.S. A friend keeps telling me to move to France. I like the French Riviera but I don’t know that I’d get much work done there. I think about it from time to time. However, in 2005 I was sent back by my elders to Minneapolis. I’m staying here (at least through December 21st, 2012). (Most likely I’ll grow old here but you never know where destiny is going to take you.) I’m following orders even though I ache for sunshine all year round. I can’t stand the cold. I deal but I don’t like to. I could be filming tropical flowers for the next decade. Oh, what a dream!

 

February 22, 2012

 

“Today's scientists have substituted mathematics for experiments, and they wander off through equation after equation, and eventually build a structure which has no relation to reality.” - Nikola Tesla

Happy Wednesday!

Aloha.

 

How’s everybody doing out there today?

 

Shall we dance?

How about a Waltz?

 

(We won’t Skank punk dance today. We’ll leave the politico-punk to the punks. How about a stroll about the park while we take in the CO2 filled fresh air?)

 

 

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Republican DEBATES:

 

What is the purpose of a debate?

 

The purpose of a debate is to: “ ‘…make the best argument to prove your point right and the other persons' point wrong.’ ”

 

Debate: A formal discussion on a particular topic in a public meeting or legislative assembly, in which opposing arguments are put forward.

 

                              (With that said I don’t want to hear a formal discussion about the extramarital affairs, religious doctrine bigotry and personal income tax of the Republican presidential candidate debaters; otherwise it’s the public’s complete and total waste of time.)

 

Let’s Waltz… yes, Republicans and Democrats dance amongst each other… Come on, now! The women won’t bite unless you preach at them about your Republican idiotic idealisms about reproductive rights. Then, well, you’re on your own, and you may not make it out alive from that dance floor. Ha! I’m smiling. Is everybody smiling and on their best behavior? Yes, Sir! Yes, Madam!

 

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Republican Debate Questions:

 

Introductions all around:

 

If I were a presidential debate moderator then I would ask the following questions of each and every presidential candidate with time for rebuttal of course:

 

 

*) Republican presidential candidate elect; what is the meaning of job growth to you?

 

                                                  (No, Mr. Santorum we’re not talking about your God, here. The question pertains to job growth. Stay the course with the debate otherwise, you’ll be excused from participation. The American public gets it; you like to practice your freedom of speech. However, a debate is a forum to exhibit your intellect on any various intellectual subjects other than your religious rhetoric, doctrine and values. Start again.) What does growth in job creation mean to you? Answer the question, please. Thank you.

 

*) Republican presidential candidate elect; how would you create job growth in America?

 

                                                  (No, Mr. Romney, we do not bet on the livelihoods of Americans in the middle of a debate. Please, have better sense than that. It’s considered bad etiquette in manners, to say the least.) Please answer the question. Thank you. HOW will you create job growth in America?

 

*) Republican presidential candidate elect; what does in-sourcing mean to you?

 

*) Republican presidential candidate elect; according to your definition of in-sourcing, how will you establish strong corporate strategies and alliances with American corporations to ensure that America becomes a leader in exports and services over the next two decades?

 

*) Republican presidential candidate elect; what economical taxation incentives would you establish to keep American corporations here on our homeland soil rather than outsourcing abroad in the next two decades?

 

*) Republican presidential candidate elect; would some of those economical incentives go towards the research of a robotic workforce in order to establish freedoms and equalities to cheap human forced labor abroad?

 

*) Republican presidential candidate elect; what is the definition of a tax loophole granted to the wealthiest 2%?

 

*) Republican presidential candidate elect; according to that definition of a tax loophole, then do you believe that the wealthiest 2% of Americans ought to be granted such tax loopholes and if so, then why?

 

*) Republican presidential candidate elect; what taxation loopholes do you believe ought to be implemented for the benefit of the middle class and the working poor?

 

*) Republican presidential candidate elect; what is a business subsidy?

 

*) Republican presidential candidate elect; what type of subsidies would you grant to environmentally-friendly and astute businesses, farmers and institutions?

 

*) Republican presidential candidate elect; what new environmentally friendly industries and professional markets would you create under your administration?

 

*) Republican presidential candidate elect; what economical steps would you take to ensure a 160 billion dollars were kept grounded and in pursuit of American public education rather than building mosques in Afghanistan?

 

*) Republican presidential candidate elect; it seems that financial foreign aid is in dire need of reformation from an American stance and point of view. How would you change financial foreign aid and set up constructs to ensure that foreign nations learned to do on their own what is their responsibility and great task at hand to feed their citizens, build aqueducts and set up electricity and internet distribution across vast foreign lands?

 

*) Republican presidential candidate elect; how would you economically and strategically set up the American public school systems to implement organic and vegan nutritional lifestyles when diabetes and child obesity are on the rise?

 

*) Republican presidential candidate elect; what economical incentives would you set in place towards the eradication of poverty, starvation and ghettos in America?

 

*) Republican presidential candidate elect; if you could say anything to the young American adults of the working poor sector what would your message be to them?

 

*) Republican presidential candidate elect; if you could say anything to the American adults of the middle class sector what would your message be to them?

 

*) Republican presidential candidate elect; if you could say anything to the American adults of the wealthiest sector what would your message be to them?

 

*) Republican presidential candidate elect; what does the following mean to you;

 

1.     All persons born or naturalized in the United States, and subject to the jurisdiction thereof, are citizens of the United States and of the State wherein they reside. No State shall make or enforce any law which shall abridge the privileges or immunities of citizens of the United States; nor shall any State deprive any person of life, liberty, or property, without due process of law; nor deny to any person within its jurisdiction the equal protection of the laws.

 

*) Republican presidential candidate elect; what is your greatest optimistic view of America?

 

Gentlemen, thank you. At ease.

 

Congratulations, President Barack Obama on your second term!

 

 

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See, easy does it. Nothing to it!

 

Waltzing sure isn’t like punk Skanking.

Ha! Another little indigenous joke for you. I’m getting better at this. Never mind.

 

(I didn’t want to Waltz as a debutante and be presented to society when I was much younger because in my English as a Second Language mind I thought that the debuts were the “amputees” of society and that scared the dickens right out of my flip flops.

 

Could you imagine all of the “amputees” of high society being presented in one hall? Oh, goodness, I still get goose bumps at that thought. From what I’ve gathered my mother was a debutante as a much younger woman and not an amputee.) Ha! Ha! Ha! Broma. Chiste. Little joke. See things are indeed funny inside my ESL mind. No wonder we roar with laughter in these parts! Fun!

 

Gabriela

 

*) Tibetan New Year! I can’t write about Tibet. Not yet.

 

*) No, I don’t think that it’s a very good idea to pass a law where people are able to shoot first and then ask questions later. We have too many frightened and untrained civilian body for such malarkey.

 

*) {Yes, I’m preparing myself. I’m gearing up to write in layman’s terms about global warming, the lack of freedoms of Afghan women and of course but not least mortgage balloon payments and the crash of the realty market. Yes, I’ll come out with both barrels blazing. What else is there? Fun! I’ll keep you on your toes while we dance.}

 

P.S. All is calm and lovely on our home front as ever since our former neighbors moved out in October 2011 and there’s been no more daily stomping up and down on our ceiling for hours. Hooray! I’m free to think again! It’ll be five months in March since our bossy and bully neighbors moved out and Eric and I have not had a single disagreement and I haven’t raised my voice. Ah, back to being a human being. How lovely! The guys upstairs, I can’t hear them unless their one alcoholic ex-girlfriend comes around and then all hell breaks loose, literally.

 

Yes, I write with the voice of an angel (a little joke). Our lives here on Sugar Maple Lane are indeed calm, cool and collected. The bed gets made every morning, the dishes get washed, the clothes get laid out or folded and meals are prepared with love and care. Most of all love reigns true above all else. Not to mention films get cut, but that’s work not living. What a life to be a free adult. What a good life!

 

February 21, 2012

 

“Let the future tell the truth, and evaluate each one according to his work and accomplishments. The present is theirs; the future, for which I have really worked, is mine.” - Nikola Tesla

Happy Tuesday!

Aloha.

 

Shall we Skank?

(Ska is a modern form of punk dance. No, it’s not punching people in the face in mosh pits.) It’s actually quite coordinated and well orchestrated if you know what you’re doing. It’s beautiful to watch high-up from a stage when people in a crowd do it right. It looks like a school of fish synchronized and swimming together. Lovely!

 

Yes, I used the word “fuck” in yesterday’s blog to substitute for “nigger” when it comes to this fiasco about voter Identification Cards.

 

(I don’t have a birth certificate, so what are people in a position like mine supposed to do?) We’re pretty much being told that our votes will not count come this 2012 presidential election. I’m almost thinking of not voting because of the Republican Party (but wouldn’t they just love that). I don’t like how the Republican Party has gotten so out of control with their highfalutin corrupt ideologies and Jim Crow legislative means. Sometimes, I think that the Republican Party has become “schizophrenic” and they’re listening to the voices inside the party instead of The People.

 

No, I didn’t write “nigga”. I wrote, “nigger”. Huge distinction.

 

I’m being quite honest and direct so come along on this literary lesson. It ought to be a roller coaster ride! Yippee! I love roller coasters and blueberry organic cotton candy. (Okay. Okay. I won’t get shallow on you.) Although, I’ve got to write a poem about cotton candy one of these days soon.

 

Yes, I’m an intelligent-enough writer to know the significance in the usage of both terminologies. I understand all too well when I make the usage of the word “fuck” and “nigger” to represent a cultural slap across the face.

 

I figure that if politicians are allowed to get up on high horses and create disorder, class separation, segregation and disfranchise The People then I as a modern artist can cause a powerful impact, an emotional resonance and sharply turn your heads towards the mirror and take a good look. Go ahead! Take a good and hard look in the mirror.

 

I know who and what I am and more importantly what I am becoming. I don’t have to look away. I’m not afraid of my own shadow and I sleep like a baby at night.

 

I’m not afraid to write neither the word “fuck” nor “nigger”.

 

Do you know why?

 

It seems as though nowadays, politicians can tell The People “to go fuck themselves, niggers”; through legislative means without having to own up to the slurs and insults they throw around with their power and abuse of power granted to them by The People.

 

It won’t do.

It cannot do.

It’s not good enough.

 

If people are going to be told indirectly “to go and ‘fuck’ themselves as ‘niggers’” then come out with it and do it to their faces but not in some sneaky and deluded legislative politically cunning way.

 

People want to know what they’re meant to do. And if that means “to go and ‘fuck’ themselves”, then they know how to react to politically-correct lies. With a left hook and a balanced stance.

 

Who the hell does anybody think they are? Don’t go sneaking about and calling The People “niggers” without first having to get hell for it.

 

Come out with it! Tell The People that they’re “niggers”, “poor”, “dirty” and “ugly”. If that’s how Republican politicians feel about The People then get it over with.

 

Is anyone in power on the side of The People?

 

What a tiresome country this America of ours sometimes is, but not enough to lay down on the snow and go to sleep. I’ll keep fighting with literary words for my fellow man, for humanity and for women and their children and our grandparents even if it means teaching the world the heart ache of being a minority. It’s a card I could play but I don’t because it would leave others dehumanized. I’m too smart and powerful for such games. I’m not a seducer. I’m too smart to go around creating such harm and pollution unto the souls of the universes. What I am is a philosophical thinker, fighter and contributor. When we’re dead these words will live on. Written across the night sky of canvas with star dust.

 

                    “What I like about your writing is that you know what you’re doing. You seem to have a good reason for writing what you do. I trust your writing.” He looked away.

 

Like a professional driver he smoothly changed lanes in his Batman automobile as though he were driving on liquid while speeding down the freeway. Not another car in sight. We didn’t speak again. We rode comfortably in silence. I felt at home. I was at home.

 

I knew that I was well respected only in the way that a true best friend can be.

 

I didn’t have to explain myself to this best male friend as I’ve had to with so many other mediocre alcoholic male friendships who called themselves friends but really they were only Eddie Haskell’s; abusive and manipulative.

 

I was in heaven. He didn’t expect me to gush over his gifts and talents. He gave me a compliment and it was well received because he wanted to share his thoughts not because he needed his ego stroked. I respected that about him by not uttering another single word. I giggled before we went completely silent. He didn’t look over again.

 

My friend knew that I was blushing from his compliment. It’s not often that I get compliments but when I do they’re so true and simple it makes me blush a little. I can’t help it! I’m human. It’s nice to be human and well liked and respected by people who don’t try to sabotage you at every turn rather they uplift you and be honest and kind to you.

 

“I like your very nice male friends that I’ve met and gotten to know over the years.” My Dada said to me once with a smile and I have to admit that I do, too. They sure are a well kept secret even from people who think they know me well, but not well enough. I’ve lived many lives like Cleopatra. (No, I was never Cleopatra in some past life. I don’t believe in reincarnation. A little poetry for you.)

 

I don’t write anything without a good reason.

 

I’ve been taught the power and the art in writing by masters.

 

I’m not some crook or dumb kid over here gyrating away at my type board.

 

I’m an adult who is mindful and understands all too well the injustices, prejudices and cruelties of the world. Nevertheless, I extend my hand out in rhetorical friendship, peace, love and understanding but above all I have optimistic hope for the future of a higher form of intelligence amongst the universes; and if it means pushing the human brain to think in order to fly then I will.

 

I’m an eagle and a mature one at that. I’m no longer a kid. I’m a full blown adult eagle. No, I didn’t make myself an eagle --the Maya did. They bestowed that upon me by birthright and that’s what I got stuck with so I’ve had to learn to fly and soar.

 

With much love to humanity and to those of you who don’t have birth certificates;

 

Gabriela

 

P.S. Dear women of the world; Please buy vegan lipstick. Cute little animals aren’t abused nor tested in the making of vegan products. I’ve been writing about it for years and yes, it’s a little more expensive, but there’s no lead content in the vegan lipstick which means your brains won’t turn to cheese. Wonderful. A tube is about $17.00 rather than the cheap crap for $1.99. It’s worth it because your brain is worth it! Much love!

 

P.S.S. HA! HA! HA! We roared with laughter. What do you mean one committee of all men is deciding the fate of women’s reproductive rights? Fuck off! (See, how I did that? Out in the open without shame, any qualms and honestly.) Is that Republican feminist enough for you? It ought to be a committee of all women deciding the fate of women’s reproductive rights all over again. It’s an all women’s issue.

 

No, not all Republican Fourth Reich women’s decision, either. Everyday women who aren’t politicians ought to be leading such a debate. I thought abortion was already a done and closed deal since the 1970’s and 1980’s. What the hell! Why is America sliding backwards with these nitwit Republicans? Republicans are like old dusty furniture in old haunted mansions. Boo Radly! Why do Republicans think they can get away with treating sophisticated modern women like niggers?

 

*) What do you mean the State of Virginia is going to lawfully make women have vaginal probing before they get abortions? Boy that needs to go straight to federal court. What woman wants to get finger fucked before she gets an abortion? If lawfully women get vaginally probed before abortions then men ought to get annually probed when they rape women. Oh, wait that’s called jail. Why do Republicans think they can get away with treating sophisticated modern women like niggers? Ladies, don’t vote Republican they’ll kill you and your rights like the Third Reich killed Holocaust women. I don’t know vote Independent.

 

Congratulations Mr. Presidente, the Republican Party keeps dropping the ball so you get the 2012 presidential election handed over to you! Easy win when the Republican Party is going insane. (A Charlie Brown Sigh.)

 

February 20, 2012

 

“Our virtues and our failings are inseparable, like force and matter. When they separate, man is no more.” - Nikola Tesla

 

Happy Monday!

Aloha.

 

Happy President’s Day!

 

Note #1: Ah, Jim Crow laws relived!

 

Must we really be forced to have photo I.D.’s to vote or is that just another way for the Republican Party to give folks of color the middle finger without having to come out and tell us to go and fuck ourselves? Really! Especially coming up on a presidential election? Boy, who’s in whose deep pockets?

 

Bad ideas are tough to swallow no matter how they’re packaged and marketed. Why disfranchise votes? What happens to women living in transitional housing who are terrified of their husbands and boyfriends catching up with them and killing them? That argument alone is good enough for the absurdity of enforcing photo Identification Cards upon voters. What! A utility bill just doesn’t cut it anymore? How about making it a goal that in the next four years we’ll try to get most of our population caught up on photo I.D.’s but for now we can call it a work in progress. What’s the rush? Why now? Why so forced upon the population? What’s next the Holocaust’s Star of David arm bands are going to be imposed upon The People when they go to vote? You can shove it. And you know where? Right? Right. Talk about overt classist racism and prejudice.

 

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Note #2: Religious Foreign Aid. Oh, boy who’s in whose pockets?

 

Don’t sell it to the American Public. We know that once religious foreign aid is invited to sit down at the same table and next to the American taxpayer’s money then the American taxpayer’s money is taken for granted. Period. What does the American taxpayer’s money look like, a handout?

 

No! No! No! No! Not with our American money, you don’t!

 

Who does anybody think they are?

 

Religion and American taxpayer’s money don’t go together otherwise, it’s a bunch of propaganda and my Great-auntie who survived the Holocaust swallowed more than enough propaganda for our entire country. No! It’s not good enough. It’s won’t do. Go back to the drawing board.

 

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Note #3: There ought not to be any religious affiliated events linked with the American public school systems. Period. Hello. Commonsense!

 

Do you know why?

 

If our American Government were ever to break down and perish (willing that it won’t, although it requires some serious reformation) then some religious fanatics and groups won’t take over and govern The People into submission and slavery.

 

The greatest aspect about being an American taxpayer is that we’re guaranteed as citizens that at least our government and taxpayer-run institutions won’t allow for such religious doctrine and influence to take over our public institutions even if they only rent out schools on Sundays. What! Has everyone gone crazy!

 

We, must all be against the worship of any churches in the public school sector not so much because of religious prejudice but more so for American freedoms.

 

Where’s the commonsense in this country!

 

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Note #4:  What happened to the Republican Party? Who led them astray?

 

I’ll be the first one to write it: Rick Santorum and Mitt Romney won’t win the Presidency of the United States of America because both are so out of touch with The People.

 

It will come down to Dr. Ron Paul or President Barack Obama.

 

The Republican Party got so crazy about their views and values; way over to the right wing and beyond that you can almost see a little bit of the Third Riech oozing out of their pores. Creepy little Republican Party.

 

At the rate the Republican Party is going they may not be around in a century. The People are getting smarter and grow tired of the stupidity and insensitivity of calloused and out of touch politicians.

 

Congratulations, President Barack Obama!

 

You’ll get a second term because of the idiotic tendencies of my Republican Party. They just wouldn’t get behind someone as intelligent and as in touch with The People as Dr. Ron Paul. The Republican Party dragged out every crazy presidential candidate they could muster but they couldn’t stand by one sane human like Dr. Ron Paul. This 2012 presidential election is lost to the Democratic Party.

 

I’ll be the first one to congratulate Mr. President Barack Obama on his win.

Congratulations, Mr. Presidente on your second term.

 

It doesn’t take a genius to know where this election is veering.

May your God “spede you”.

 

Ciao,

 

Gabriela

 

February 17, 2012

 

Border Ballad

 

March, march, Ettrick and Teviotdale,
Why the deil dinna ye march forward in order!
March, march, Eskdale and Liddesdale,
All the Blue Bonnets are bound for the Border.
Many a banner spread,
Flutters above your head,
Many a crest that is famous in story.
Mount and make ready then,
Sons of the mountain glen,
Fight for the Queen and our old Scottish glory.

Come from the hills where your hirsels are grazing,
Come from the glen of the buck and the roe;
Come to the crag where the beacon is blazing,
Come with the buckler, the lance, and the bow.
Trumpets are sounding,
War-steeds are bounding,
Stand to your arms, then, and march in good order;
England shall many a day
Tell of the bloody fray,
When the Blue Bonnets came over the Border.

 

                    --- Sir Walter Scott

 

Cleveland's Song

 

Farewell! Farewell! the voice you hear,
Has left its last soft tone with you,-
Its next must join the seaward cheer,
And shout among the shouting crew.

The accents which I scarce could form
Beneath your frown's controlling check,
Must give the word, above the storm,
To cut the mast, and clear the wreck.

The timid eye I dared not raise,-
The hand, that shook when press'd to thine,
Must point the guns upon the chase-
Must bid the deadly cutlass shine.

To all I love, or hope, or fear,-

honour, or own, a long adieu!
To all that life has soft and dear,
Farewell! save memory of you!

 

                    --- Sir Walter Scott

 

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“Goodnight Moon.”

 

Happy Friday!

Aloha.

 

Hello beautiful world!

 

Zen; everybody: Zen. Breathe. Tranquillo. Relax. De La Pura Vida.

 

I’m wishing everyone a lovely weekend amongst respectful and beloved ones.

 

We’re so excited to get into pajamas, take-out and get some deep rest from a fast and furious creative-work week. We worked and played hard. We had fun. We met mature challenges, came up with simple yet brilliant solutions and we made progress, not to mention that we laughed at the top of our lungs. Oh, we laughed so hard this week.

 

Life’s that way in these parts.

 

No, I’m not a public figure. Yes, I write publically. Yes, I have a serious writer’s voice not to mention that it’s intimate and intense. Fun! Yes, when I’m not writing I’m laughing and holding incredible discussions with people from all over the world not to mention cooking and reading everything that I can get my little hands on.

 

Minneapolis is where my heart is, but in this day in age when the world is so interconnected: global communication is made easy at the palm of the hand. I feel grateful and lucky to be alive in such extraordinary times. Indeed, we, The People are changing the world for the better. Minneapolis is where my heart is and the world is where my soul lives. (A little poetry for you.)

 

I feel secure in my adulthood. I feel grateful and greatly loved therefore I love immensely. I love many people who make a great deal of impact on my life, my decisions and my thought process. We’re lucky to be alive in these times. Humanity has much to look forward to and a lot of work to do.

 

Now, I go in search of a malt whiskey or a cognac (which both seem to separate the men from the boys). Ha!

 

With love, Ciao;

 

Gabriela

 

*) I stand corrected; Native Americans of Minnesota aren’t hated, they’re feared due to their erratic behavior due to drugs and alcoholism. Thank you.

 

*) Correction; The nice Mr. Jesus Christ didn’t turn five loaves and two fishes into hundreds rather into thousands. (4,000 to be exact) Thank you.

 

P.S. If I got your breeches in a bunch this week, then: good. It means that this humble writing has got you thinking about your own concerns, ideals, thoughts and prejudices. I know it’s tough to challenge oneself to think outside the box but it is easier when someone else comes along and challenges everything you think and believe to be true about the world.

 

P.S. Oh, world current events and news, I hope that you’ll take a break from it. We don’t watch much commercial T.V. News because most intelligence force will tell you that the information on T.V. is not only manipulated but also watered down for the public. The Associated Press is not a bad place to begin.

 

*) I’m tired. In a great way! In a way that you know so much got done in one week that you can rest easy. I’m smiling. I wish you love because what else is there? Nothing.

 

*) The more research I do about Afghanistan and women’s freedom… boy, it makes me want to start the world all over again… Sleep well our dear Afghan sisters. We love you. We think of you. You’re not alone. The world is watching. The world is watching the unfair and cruel treatment of women and girls in the Middle East. Oh, my heart aches for you. We love you dear girls and women of Afghanistan.

 

February 16, 2012

 

“'A lawyer without history or literature is a mechanic, a mere working mason; if he possesses some knowledge of these, he may venture to call himself an architect.'' - Sir Walter Scott

 

As Lords Their Labourers' Hire Delay

 

As lords their labourers' hire delay,
Fate quits our toil with hopes to come,
Which, if far short of present pay,
Still, owns a debt and names a sum.

Quit not the pledge, frail sufferer, then,
Although a distant date be given;
Despair is treason towards man,
And blasphemy to Heaven.

 

                              - Sir Walter Scott

 

Breathes There the Man... From the Lay of the Last Minstrel

 

Breathes there the man, with soul so dead,
Who never to himself hath said,
'This is my own, my native land!'
Whose heart hath ne'er within him burned,
As home his footsteps he hath turned,
From wandering on a foreign strand!
If such there breathe, go, mark him well;
For him no Minstrel raptures swell;
High though his titles, proud his name,
Boundless his wealth as wish can claim;
Despite those titles, power, and pelf,
The wretch, concentred all in self,
Living, shall forfeit fair renown,
And, doubly dying, shall go down
To the vile dust, from whence he sprung,
Unwept, unhonoured, and unsung.

 

                              - Sir Walter Scott

 

Happy Thursday! (Where did the week go?)

Aloha.

 

P.S. “Duh, sonar testing?” He says to me, like, how could it not occur to me?

 

I have research to do. Are the dolphins of Cape Cod beaching themselves because the Navy is conducting some ridiculous sonar testing? If it is, then talk about the cruelty against dolphins. Killing dolphins comes as close as killing humans. They’re mammals, you know? The world of idiotic humans. What do you mean scientist: “Just don’t know what’s causing the dolphins to conduct such awkward behavior.” Think, men! Think!

 

 

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There are so many controversial topics I’d like to address but I have more studying to do before I come out with both barrels blazing. Are you sweating and is your blood boiling yet? Good. It’ll start discussion where discussion is needed.

 

*) Um, what’s this about the government playing “Big Brother” to social media?

 

*) Isn’t freedom of speech, freedom of speech?

 

*) Why hasn’t the city of Minneapolis built grocery stores downtown until now?

 

*) Why possibly build a casino downtown Minneapolis?

 

*) What’s the fascination with Caucasian politicians in wanting to make money from the vices of people?

 

*) Is making money from the vices of people progressiveness or is it simple and mediocre problem solving?

 

*) Are politicians looking towards short term or long term goals to make progress for future generations?

 

*) Do politicians really want their legacies to be vice-filled casinos for the future of generations?

 

*) Do Minnesotan politicians have any ethics and morals in place about the revitalization of their cities?

 

*) Should politicians have guidelines and regulations about how they generate revenue for cities being that they’re public servants?

 

*) Can politicians really preach for casino-revenue when they preach against same-sex marriage? Isn’t that a moral double standard?

 

*) Why are politicians so mediocre and simple in thought? Why so shallow in their visions for city development and economic revitalization?

 

*) Do cities really need more casinos in their urban areas? Or do cities need more schools, museums and plazas?

 

*) Why don’t politicians come up with excellent ideas to bring booming businesses into the heart of cities aside from poll tabs, booze and gambling?

 

*) Personally, I’m not against drinking and gambling but do so many ideas have to be so 1982? It’s 2012, no? Why do politicians keep rehashing the same old ideas? Is it because politicians aren’t well educated, thought provoking and they fall into the deepest pockets?

 

*) Why is it that industry is not geared towards innovation and invention, rather blue collar factories and plants?

 

*) What is it that keeps the Americans from building an intellectual tour de force? Is it because government and politicians don’t want to spend the money on education and really excellent education at that?

 

*) Why is it that politicians look to short term goals and quick solutions?

 

*) Why has mediocrity become a National Anthem for the United States?

 

*) Are American politicians innovative leaders or are they greedy business men?

 

*) When will the Americans get a higher breed of politicians?

 

*) Politicians who are in step with the times, who can look ahead towards more progressive ideas, concepts and philosophical notions in revenue?

 

*) Why aren’t politicians more patient to cultivate great ideas rather than mediocre one with quick solutions?

 

*) Why are politicians lazy?

 

*) Why are politicians mediocre business men?

 

*) Why are politicians mediocre thinkers?

 

*) Why don’t politicians have higher standards for cultural innovation which then in turn will bring about strength in economics?

 

*) Why do politicians sell so many idiotic ideas to the people? More importantly, why do people buy into politician’s idiotic ideas?

 

*) Should there be requirements for politicians to hold Ph.D.’s in areas that would truly be beneficial to citizens rather than the personal agenda’s of politicians?

 

*) Where are the political generalists?

 

*) Why haven’t experts worked-out excellent solutions in the revitalization of our economy and cities?

 

*) Where are the brilliant minds gone that ought to be involved and invested in the people’s politics?

 

*) If our politicians don’t care about the people to stand up against corrupt systems then who will?

 

*) Why didn’t the police narcotics unit succeed in Minneapolis? Why did those officers steal the drugs and take the drug money for themselves? Isn’t the police force a great representation and an extension of our government?

 

*) Why so much political greed, corruption and disinterest regarding the people’s needs?

 

*) Why aren’t politicians investing in The Environmental Revolution?

 

*) Did you know that cattails can fuel your present car with pennies on the barrel?

 

*) Why isn’t there any research money being placed upon the industrialization of cattails for gas fuel? (I’m telling you, it’d be a great time to get into that before the Middle East blows itself up in ridiculous religious wars, oil companies continue to damage and kill natural habitats with their oil spills and oil prices become so ludicrous that the average American won’t be able to afford gas as it is.)

 

*) Why does the government allow for the oil companies to be as mediocre and greedy as Edison rather than innovative and inventive like Tesla?

 

*) Why isn’t there room for the Tesla’s in this world when we’re so full of Edison’s? What are the Edison’s of the world so afraid of? A little competition? A whole new way of thinking about the future and conducting business?

 

                                        (I’m yawning over here. I thought America was going to be the Jetsons by the year 2012 and we’re still more like 1958 with stupid ideas about making profits through casino revenue based upon the addictions and vices of people. Talk about immoral!)

 

If the city of Minneapolis gets a casino then same-sex marriage referendum gets passed. Otherwise, back to the double standard board.

 

Sincerely,

 

Gabriela

 

P.S. Peace. Paz.

 

P.S.S. Oh, no! Step off!

 

No, I’m not against the “White Earth Tribe” having a casino. I never wrote that.

 

Nope. Not at all!

 

I am, however, against the State bamboozling their way into such a deal where they receive 50% of any Native American casino’s revenue. 50%! WOW! Why doesn’t the “White Earth Tribe” just give the State the shirts off their backs? I mean, really?

 

It’s not a fair deal and it’s easy to see; but again who cares, right? I’m yawning over here. Is anybody on the corner of the “White Earth Tribe”? Boy, someone really hates you guys! You can just feel the hatred in that deal, can’t you? The vampires are out for blood and it just happens to be the “White Earth Tribe’s” blood since they’re willing to tap their own veins and let the blood suckers feed.

 

Boy, I didn’t know that it was that easy to tap into casino revenue?

 

The other greedy aspect of the deal is that the “White Earth Tribe” is not taking into consideration how they would take away revenue from other casinos already established in the area. Gosh, who hates whom? Well, we already know the history, don’t we?

 

Complex tribal wars in which one tribe sold and killed other tribes to get into the good graces with the “White Man” but eventually the “White Man” became so strong that he decided to take out all of the tribes. He almost succeeded with the exception that he forgot all about the will and the power of the ancestors. Theirs was far more powerful than his killing vengeance and hatred. Therefore, he could not kill off all of the Indians for the Gods of the ancestors wouldn’t let him.

 

If I’ve learned anything about Minnesota as an Indigenous female is that Minnesota hates Indians more than anything else in the whole wide world. Hence with one hand Minnesota’s State government wants the Indians’ money but with the other they’d love to kill their Native brothers. How’s that for a double standard?

 

The moral of the tale for today is this: You can steal from your Native brothers and sisters but always remember in the words of our Caucasian brothers and sisters: “Call a spade a spade”. HA! That’s a little Indigenous joke for you. I’m working on my humor. (I know, I know… who I am and what I am.)

 

I am against the “White Earth Tribe” making a quick deal with the devil.

 

Nothing much good can come from the State needing and wanting 50% of the profits in revenue from any Native American run casino when the Native American dropout rate is 60%. Whatever, treaty the “White Earth Tribe” may embark upon with the State is one that is stubborn and wanting to win favor with the “Football Stadium and the State Man”. “Fool of a Took!”

 

Whatever they sold you on; careful there might be some crack in the peace pipe and not prayers to the Gods.

 

I can already see the “White Earth Tribe” breaking out in philosophical and emotional small pox.

 

Why are humans so quick to act and so boorish and foolish when it comes to making a quick buck and wanting to please those that hate them?

 

Please, I know how I get treated as an Indigenous in Minnesota. Nobody can sell me on shit. I’ve already had it shoved down my throat.

 

You ought to see it from my side: I see Native Americans and their youth, here, in the urban city and Native Americans are an afterthought.

 

Native Americans are considered piss on the sidewalk people walk on. All anyone has to do is go to a reservation to know how much the government still hates Native Americans. What! I don’t get it. Why cut a deal with the devil?  Why do humans refuse to learn from the past? Why is that? Money and greed, people think that these are quick solutions to people’s problems.

 

Where is the real leadership of the “White Earth Tribe”? Where have your Elders gone? Where are your medicine men? Where has your oral traditional memory gone? I wish you luck. I have no fear for your dishonorable moral deaths. You make your beds and you lay in them. That’s a golden rule.

 

I have nothing more to say about this.

 

February 15, 2012

 

“Faces that have charmed us the most escape us the soonest.” - Sir Walter Scott

“He that climbs the tall tree has won right to the fruit, He that leaps the wide gulf should prevail in his suit.” - Sir Walter Scott

“Love rules the court, the camp, the grove, And men below, and saints above: For love is heaven, and heaven is love.” - Sir Walter Scott

 

Happy Wednesday!

Aloha.

 

(Correction; only Target Corporation makes the cheap tissue that I reacted badly to not the Kleenex Corporation.)

 

 

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Note .5: Any writing fool who practices metaphorical illiteracy to describe America as “schizophrenic” has never had a best friend with an official diagnosis of schizophrenia. Never! To be contrary has nothing to do with schizophrenia. The definition of schizophrenia is: It's spelled "schizophrenia" and is a psychiatric diagnosis that describes a neuropsychiatric and mental disorder characterized by abnormalities in the perception or expression of reality. It most commonly manifests as auditory hallucinations, paranoid or bizarre delusions, or disorganized speech and thinking with significant social or occupational dysfunction.

 

I may never be able to write about the intimate and close friendship I held with a friend and her schizophrenia in the latter part of our friendship. We met in private school in seventh grade and by the time she was twenty-three she was fully diagnosed.

 

I can’t tell you what it’s like to go out to dinner with a beautiful human (who you knew well before the condition overcame the mind of a brilliant thinker) and have them hold an entire conversation by themselves because they hear voices inside their head or to have them threaten their sibling with a knife because of their paranoia. I don’t take that term loosely if you’ve ever loved another human with such a debilitating condition then you wouldn’t either. Oh, my heart hurts for my friend who died almost nine years ago come this July. (My eyes have begun to tear up.) I better stop thinking about my dearest friend who was a brilliant philosopher, fluent Spanish speaker, poet and writer. How I miss her before her…

 

The United States isn’t a schizophrenic country, rather it’s an unruly child who’s not had much discipline and no, America isn’t ADHD. It’s without discipline. Huge difference.

 

 

 

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Note #1: Casinos. Ha! Ha! Ha! I grew up near Duluth downtown’s casino and that’s where teens could go and find drugs and alcohol from adults anytime of the night or day. That’s hilarious! That’s where the drunks would piss on themselves in the alleyways and try to grab us to help them up.

 

Why doesn’t the state force 3M or General Mills and Target to fund their Vikings Stadium?

 

I mean to say, if the state wants to give casinos a run for their money then government health care ought to give corporate pharmaceuticals and hospitals a run for their money also.

 

Why must it be casinos that have to foot the bill for a new stadium? Can we say economical racism? That’s a double standard, no? Case closed.

 

The state’s been trying to get their greedy paws on Indian casino money for so long, (as my friends tell me to address them as such; “Indians”).

 

You can just see the politicians salivating at the thought of that money going straight into their pockets. Wow! Incredible.

 

I thought that the one thing the Indians had was this casino restitution from the government for killing Indian people and taking Indian lands.

 

The Native Americans will never be the same as a people ever again for as long as they are alive for what the “White Man” did to them.

 

Are the Native Americans of “White Earth Tribe” going to sell out to a government that killed and stole from their own? How short your memories must be? Did the oral traditional form die off in the “White Earth Tribe”?

 

There’s nothing worse than being a sell out and to the corporations to say the least. Giving away casino revenue and the running of that money must be like putting a dagger through your children’s hearts, no?

 

It must be like the story of the very nice Mr. Jesus Christ who got sold by his friend for a few pieces of silver. What a painful history.

 

The children of the “White Earth Tribe” will be telling that story of self-betrayal to their seven generations down the road. ‘A time when our people gave away one of our last rights and resources to the “Football Stadium Man” in exchange for buying them a football stadium and in hopes of being liked by the corporate heads who economically raped their own .’ Pull up a log and listen to the frightening tale of…

 

I fear for you; “White Earth Tribe.”

 

I fear for you to have one of your last resources taken from you and have it be run by the State.

 

It sounds like a financial prison. And we all know what happens to Indians in jail cells? We die.

 

Nothing good can come from wanting to please the “Football Stadium and State Man” in exchange for your casino revenue. It doesn’t seem like a fair trade does it to have the State run your money? It never really is with “Football Stadium and State Man”.

 

Once “State Man” gets what they want out of you then most likely you’ll become an afterthought to be cast aside and to take that revenue from the mouths of your babes.

 

I’m having nightmare like visions just thinking about the future of the “White Earth Tribe” and I feel as though I’m going to be unwell. I wish you love and lots of love. Oh, this thought has made me sick down to my cellular structure.

 

Yes, I’m an Indian and dealing with me means dealing on Indian terms. The world is changing and it’s now time for humans to tell their truths. History has taught us the truth through actions about the “Football Stadium and State Man”.

 

 

 

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HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA!

 

Oh, we got a great laugh and a scream out of that one!

 

“ ‘The tax cut extension will save a worker earning $50,000 a year about $20 a week.’ ”

 

HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA!

 

Note #2: Oh, that’s a good one! It’s the least Congress can do for allowing banks under the Bush administration to fraud the Americans out of their homes and on to the streets.

 

Citizens will take the twenty bucks per week but you know that on average Americans pay about $400.00 more on their home mortgages than they ought to, (that $80.00 bucks a month is a drop-in-the-bucket but at least workers can now buy groceries and gas when the price of both have gone up when most American wages are still comparable to those of 1958). Pity. What a dirty trick.

 

In other words, the banks with their filthy 15-year mortgages and idiotic balloon payments, which caused the Americans to become house-poor if not then simply homeless in general, that’s as close as it gets to being a Nazi in this modern age.

 

Nowadays you don’t have to kill people (literally) to kill their linage and future hopes, you just have to be a banker who kills markets and legally gets away with it. Our government under the Bush administration let the banks run the housing market, crash it and walk away. The situation as it stands now is so tragic that it’s hilarious. (Sigh.)

 

Yes, intellectually I understand why the government of the United States of America bailed out the auto industry; and the banks, who in turn gave themselves huge bonuses. It must be so “neat” to be banking corporate frauds and get away with illegal fraudulence without any repercussions to their actions. It must be no different than the black drug-addicts and drunks who fornicate and urinate in public at Loring Park, Minneapolis. Neat, ha? I’m being quite sarcastic!

 

 

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Note #3: Minors in the entertainment industry such as filmmaking and commercials get treated like mierda; (yeah, people are “nice” to the kids and teens but ultimately adults want something from them). Nobody really likes kids on sets (they get in the way of shooting schedules and paper work - its well known in the industry) but so long as kids do what’s required of them then youth are simply small cattle for fat cash.) 

 

(I know, firsthand, I’ve witnessed this in the film industry as a second Assistant Director, which I quit because there wasn’t even paper to print out call sheets, ink for printers and meals were taken in a church basement not to mention going without H2O on a set.) Youth get exposed to drugs and promiscuous sexual behavior much earlier than they ought to when working in the entertainment industry.

 

Kids in the entertainment industry are like looking at dried geese with broken necks, hanging upside down on Chinese window shops. Not to mention that cocaine is handed out like candy throughout the underbelly of the industry! Fun for the entire family! (I’m being quite sarcastic.)

 

After working on film sets with minors I’m adamantly against child labor no matter how glamorized it may be. I get turned off by seeing children and teens in commercials and films because I know how grueling it is for them and what an adult world a film set is.

 

I’d rather see canines and animation selling Television commercials and telling stories through filmmaking than minors.

 

I think that when minors sell any adult products through commercialized ideas then that’s a creepy concept that adults buy into and sell it to the minors to sell it for the adults.

 

Creepy American parents who sell their children over to the commercial industry. I’m not making it up. You can study the psychological manipulation of minors in commercial making. It took me a good portion of two years to get through my studies. Seriously it comes down to how long a kid’s eyelashes are. Everything about the kids are scrutinized, manipulated and molded to sell products. The kids are the prostitutes and the corporations are the pimps. It’s that simple. Gross. (I just gave it to you for free. Youth in commercials could be an entirely amazing thesis.)

 

I’ll buy any product with a dog but with a minor on a product reminds me of Cambodian child labor mines. No difference.

 

In America, if we give anything a glamorized-twist and look-the-other-way hoping that maybe, just maybe then no one will notice a designer’s stench of shit and toilet paper stuck at the bottom of his shoes while his fourteen year old models cattle themselves off. Then it’s kosher for modern times to use minors to sell products and a pig’s insides, is still the guts encasement wrapped around the wiener. Please. Child exploitation is no different than child pornography.

 

Artists have the responsibility not to promote stupidity. How out of step with the times. How corny. How uncouth. The only real cool thing in the world is protecting minors from their stupid parents and idiotic industries that exploit them and their sexualities. Period. Case closed. Moving on.

 

Exploitation-frustration; “What’s your function?” (A little song to go along with it.) Wink. Do whatever the hell you want. Mediocrity is so much easier to come by than excellence.

 

Sincerely,

 

Gabriela

 

P.S. “You can write anything you want, so long as you write your truth and you know it to be a breath of life.” He stared at me and I could feel my heart aching to write the truth that I know to be for sure mine. To me writing is like breathing a prayer nothing more and nothing less.

 

February 14, 2012

 

“What I have to say is far more important than how long my eyelashes are.” - Sir Walter Scott

 

“All men who have turned out worth anything have had the chief hand in their own education." - Sir Walter Scott

 

“Teach your children poetry; it opens the mind, lends grace to wisdom and makes the heroic virtues hereditary." - Sir Walter Scott

 

“A rusty nail placed near a faithful compass, will sway it from the truth, and wreck the argosy." - Sir Walter Scott

 

“He is the best sailor who can steer within fewest points of the wind, and exact a motive power out of the greatest obstacles." - Sir Walter Scott

 

Happy Tuesday!

Aloha.

 

P.S. Dear Minnesotans, did you know that 160 billion per year of our taxpaying dollars goes towards Afghanistan? Do you know what those 160 billion dollars per year buys Afghanistan?

 

Those 160 billion dollars per year buys Islamic mosques for the Afghans. Are you mad as hell yet, because I know I am when America is in dire need of schools, roads and medicine for our children and the elderly.

 

Why are Americans okay to go to war in the Middle East when 160 billion dollars per year could be spent here in America on our educational system, infrastructure and medicine? What fruit punch bowl did you guys drink out of? Are you poisoned into believing idiotic ideals?

 

Instead of building schools for Afghan girls (who aren’t allowed to go to school) and Afghan women’s battered transitional shelters, as well as women’s hospitals for abused women whose jealous husbands cut off their wives’ noses, rape them, and beat them all in the name of Allah. You can keep your horrible God. I don’t want him. Not in the form of contemporary men. No, Madam!

 

What has this world of men come to?

Shall we take over ladies?

Shall we regain the world powers?

 

You know that societies used to be matriarchal not patriarchal.

 

Women were the leaders and the founders of the Earth, not men. The Roman Catholic Church changed that history in their texts but if you know anything about history aside from an American textbook then you know that women were the matriarchs of the world.

 

Although historic women were nothing like modern selfish women.

 

May the strong spirit of our ancestors keep us guarded from more evil…

 

 

 

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We don’t celebrate Valentine’s Day.

 

Eric gave me a homemade card this morning and I’ll cherish it forever because it’s a cutout of “Wonder Woman” plus Eric made it with his own two hands. Wonderful!

 

I’m not in a foul mood today. I beat my three month craving of wanting to have a 100% tobacco cigarette. Hip! Hip! Hooray! I made it! The will of this human is stronger than you think.

 

Anyway, if I were to want a beautiful piece of jewelry I’ll go and commission a jeweler to design for me a piece of jewelry that I’d envision for myself because I’m extremely difficult to buy for. I like simplicity wrapped up in complex sophistication and elegance. I hate gaudy show-offy anything, there’s no substance behind it only show.

 

I bought a piece of chocolate cake for desert for after homemade salmon dinner tonight. Hip! Hip! Hooray to the good life!

 

Happy Valentine’s Day to those, who celebrate such a commercial holiday…

 

I, once, worked at a flower shop for one day in high school and it was on Valentine’s Day. After 10 hours I grew to dislike cut roses. In college I worked in a fine dining establishment and I definitely grew to dislike Valentine’s crowded meals with crabby couples.

 

We stay home, cook and stay away from crowded restaurants where women expect more than they’re worth. Don’t give me that. Many American women are spoilt, bratty and have creepy ideals of what men ought to be like and spend on women who don’t deliver in the emotional and friendship department to begin with. Good women sure are difficult to come across and more so old fashioned women. I can only imagine men must go crazy trying to find non-crazy demanding and demeaning women.

 

Sincerely,

 

Gabriela

 

*) May Whitney Houston rest in peace.

 

*) I’m for the first time in my life making my way through “Leave it to Beaver.” I’m in love! No, really I fell in love with the writing. I hate watching writing about kids who want to become rich and famous. That’s so 2000. How about stories about kids being kids? Does every American kid want to grow up to be a teen-idol? How shallow. How boring. As an adult, you’re putting me to sleep. We won’t allow for our children to watch such stupidity.

 

 

 

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*) What I hate about the urban city is all of the garbage all year round. Garbage everywhere! Garbage. Garbage. Garbage. You can never get a break from looking at garbage.

 

I love how squeaky clean the streets and sidewalks of the suburbs are well kept.

 

Amazing.

 

My Dad told me over the phone this weekend that we have the nicest apartment but we don’t live in a nice neighborhood. I was shocked. We live in the heart of Uptown. We pay through the roof for a two-bedroom flat!

 

The Mexicans and Somalis are coming into Uptown by way of Lake Street because there’s so much teen prostitution on Lake Street and no one can blame them for wanting to get away from teen prostitution but with that demographics comes a whole new set of problems. I hate to be so blunt.

 

Thuggish ghetto “black” are forcing their way into Uptown, as well as, abusive Native American gang related gun violence coming-in via Stevens, Phillips and Whittier neighborhoods.

 

What’s going to happen to all of the 1 to 8 million dollar mansions near the lakes (4 blocks away) when the corporate heads feel the squeeze as we have as flat dwellers?

 

I wonder if Uptown will be a ghetto like north Minneapolis in the decade to come? Oh, wait it already is becoming a ghetto after the tornado. Sorry to be the bearer of bad news. The truth always stings a little but you’ll get over it. We know, we walk, drive and live in our neighborhood daily and it’s a tin can. Why so dirty? If Uptown really has money behind it then why so run down, drab and homely?

 

Modern ghetto violence in Uptown is not like the 1980’s punks and their political rhetoric. A ghetto thug doesn’t care if he cuts your throat open, puts a bullet through your head or beats you senseless with a bat. That’s the major difference between white idealist kids and ghetto black.

 

A lot of the toughness is talk but when it’s real, then say your prayers and be very grateful to conceal and carry any gun and shoot to kill.

 

My father once told me, “If you’re going to carry a revolver, then shoot to kill because that’s its purpose and there’s no other. Hang on to your weapon and don’t second guess your decision because most gun owners die by their own weapons when they second guess themselves.” I took those words to heart and I won’t second guess.

 

Skateboarding Lake Street, Phillips, Whittier and Stevens became creepier and creepier each summer. It got too dangerous in the green way. The ghetto is here! They’re here! I hate the behavior of slum lords for what they’ve done to Uptown. Sigh.

 



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P.S. This morning Eric apologized for switching tissue brands on me. We buy “Puffs Plus” tissues which I do like. (No, I don’t L-O-V-E products. I like some products if they do what they’re supposed to do without taking the consumer out.)

 

Nevertheless, as of late Eric’s been grabbing whatever’s in front of him and he’s been coming home with this cheap product from Target.

 

(The following information is what’s written at the bottom of the tissue box)

 

253 07 0132 ID181443

Distributed by Target Corporation

Minneapolis, MN 55403

 

Made in the USA from domestic and imported materials.

Copyright 2011 Target Brands, Inc.

All Rights Reserved

May be made under

U.S. Patent No. 5,415,320

Kleenex is a registered trademark of Kimberly-Clark Worldwide, Inc.

 

We threw-out all of the tissue boxes.

 

I couldn’t even stand about a foot away from the tissue boxes without my throat closing-up on me. What the hell’s in that stuff? Is someone trying to kill the consumer? (Sigh.) We’ll not buy that product again.

 

That tissue could kill a child. It’s so cheap and nasty I can see it causing breathing problems for children. The cheap tissues just about took me out yesterday with a sore throat and unable to swallow for hours. Get that crap off the market. Why do corporations hate people so much? Don’t you know? People notice and talk about how bad cheap products are. Cheap jerks! (A huge Charlie Brown sigh at the world of mediocrity.)

 

 

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P.S.S. Syria. Syria. Syria. Our dearest sister you have nothing to trade therefore you’re not worth saving from hell on Earth. Now, if you had oil, well, that would be another story, but you don’t. We think kindly of you with love.

 

 

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*) Iran, our dearest brothers and sisters, yes, you’ve been cornered, bullied and pushed.

 

We all know what happens to a cornered animal, it fights with all its might.

 

I’m not an Iranian but one thing is evident; I would not like an oil embargo placed upon our people. Who’s any other country to tell any other country what they may or may not do with their natural resources and military expansion? Can the United States and the European Union really command Iran to their wills? Why can’t Iran build nuclear weapons when we already have them in place? Who is the United States to demand another country into submission? Imagine if another country did that to the United States with an embargo in place? Holy cow! That’s a double standard, no? Gosh, oil embargo on Iran, whose brilliant idea was that? Can you say Cuban Missile Crises? Why don’t we ever learn from history?

 

NO WAR! ZERO WAR! NO WAR!

We have no intelligent reason, need or desire to be at war with the Middle East.

 

 

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*) Why are Minnesotans so, so… I don’t have a word for the Minnesotans. I’m bewildered by the Minnesotans. I thought Minnesota was a land of free-thinkers, educators, learners, leaders and peace keepers.

 

Rick Santorum? Are the Minnesotans living in the 13th century?  Rick Santorum would kill your children like a Nazi if he had the chance; all you have to do is read his literature. Creepy man with his creepy ideals. What’s wrong with the Minnesotans’ politics? I thought Minnesotans were trend setters and thought provoking intelligent folk. You guys do need to learn a thing or two from Massachusetts.

 

Although, perhaps in the past eleven years since the idiotic notion in concept such as “Leave No Child Behind” was implemented in the state of Minnesota by people like my adopted mother then the state has lost optimism for future generations. “Leave No Child Behind” was the stupidest educational program ever implemented which did set the state behind by twenty or so years. That’s educational fascists for you, yet the state of Minnesota let it happen. Go figure, that’s one of many Harvard graduates for you, which I’ve been told by Harvard Professors “Don’t be fooled, Harvard graduates are a dime a dozen”. They’re not always the smartest people while they’re trying to build careers for themselves, so question everything and I mean everything they say. What train wrecks. What a mess to leave Minnesota behind to pick up the pieces.

 

*) Mitt Romney will not win the Presidential election for Presidency in the year 2012. He just won’t. Mitt Romney is not concerned about the wealthy or the poor. Mitt Romney is so out of touch I simply just want to reach out and pet him on the head and offer him a cookie like I used to with our golden retriever. Poor little boy. While Rick Santorum is the devil incarnate. Why are the Americans so gullible? Come on! America, we’ve got some serious critical thinking ahead of us!

 

WHAT ARE THE POLICIES OF THE PRESIDENTIAL CANDIDATES? NOT, WHAT IS THE COLOR OF THEIR UNDERPANTS?

 

Let’s get smart America!

Critical thinking! Critical thinking! Critical thinking!

 

How’s that for a little chant!

 

February 13, 2012

 

“Of all vices, drinking is the most incompatible with greatness.” - Sir Walter Scott

“Look back, and smile on perils past.” - Sir Walter Scott

“It is wonderful what strength of purpose and boldness and energy of will are roused by the assurance that we are doing our duty.” - Sir Walter Scott

Happy Monday!

Aloha.

 

What a day!

 

I’ve been in a foul mood most of today. I wanted a 100% tobacco cigarette all day. I won! Today is 11 weeks tobacco-free but it took all the will power I had not to run out and buy a pack of American Spirits cigarettes. I’m so proud of myself. So proud! Little by little I’ll overcome. I’ve enjoyed being smoke free for the past 11 weeks, but once in a while I have the worst days ever!

 

The first horrible day was at the three week benchmark and now at almost three months. I’ve been making it through the struggle cold-turkey. It’s now or never. Otherwise, how unattractive to wheel around one oxygen tank at the age of 60. I refuse. I must quit now for when I want to become a parent and I take that responsibility quite serious. The artistic lifestyle is nice but not as cool as being tobacco free. Seriously. Why do so many artists smoke so many cigarettes? Christ. No one in my family smoked cigarettes growing up except for the women in the Millennium Generation who now drink like alcoholics and smoke like chimneys. Otherwise, none of the Baby Boomers smoked cigarettes although they did smoke marijuana in the 1960’s and lived-out enraged lives of dry drunks, except for my Minnesota family who doesn’t smoke or drink like alcoholics and drug addicts to take care of their pain.

 

It was the little things that put me in a foul mood today. I woke up and got mad just listening to stupid Television commercials. There’s nothing worse than waking-out of sleep with the Television selling stupid products by making fun of women.

 

I boycotted being a consumer all day long today by the tone of cynical commercials earlier this morning. I didn’t buy a single thing today just because one of the cereal commercials I heard was thought-up by fascists, males or females.

 

The idiotic commercial concept made fun of women by portraying women like idiots; the commercial made me think that whoever sat around that “think-tank” wasn’t doing their jobs properly; (I would’ve fired them) thus, I decided not to give that specific company any money for half-waywardly putting together a commercial concept that made fun of women who work so hard for their hard earned money in this day in age.

 

The public doesn’t want to get beat up into buying crummy products. If my friends ask me which company it is then I’ll let them know which in turn they’ll let their friends know who’ll let their friends know, who’ll let their friends know and so on and so forth that by the end of one single day it could go viral and then we’ll all be boycotting that type of cereal through that specific company. Excellence is now a viral concept. Catch up.

 

Why are commercial conceptualists, politicians and the upper class so out of touch? I thought that being educated, intelligent and a trend setter meant being in touch with the rest of the country. Either way, the think-tankers are way out of touch with women or they are women haters and you know what they say about women haters? They may get laid but they can’t find love. Big difference.

 

The other thing that put me in a foul mood was that I used two tissues (of a decent product we’ve been purchasing for five years) but lately I’ve noticed that there’s a toxic dust or a powder that comes off the tissues.

 

The tissue has left me with some type of allergy, with a sore throat for hours afterwards and I can’t quite breathe right. The powder makes me want to boycott our tissue company for inconveniencing humans and making them breathe some type of toxic chemical that comes off the tissue. I wonder if the manufacturer is cutting corners and making the tissue pulpier or thinner and thus the tissue gives off this white powdery substance. I’m telling you, we’ve been using this product for five years and it’s just recently that I’ve noticed this has started to happen. I’ll look into it. For now, I threw an entirely new box of tissues in the trash can. I wanted that box of tissue out of our home immediately. Cheap jerks.

 

I desecrated and burned a most foul book today. I do that from time to time. When I burn any book I do it with prayers to the Gods as an offering to restore justice and peace to humanity. I was taught in writing workshops that if a book is "no good to humanity" then there's no need to have any fear in desecrating a book that’s vulgar to the well being of humanity which makes liars of us all.

 

“Write what you know to be true for yourselves not what you’d like something to be other than what it really is. If you romanticize poverty, abuse and prejudice then you’ll do humanity a great disservice.” Our Ph.D. workshop Professor told us in a most stern and profound voice. “Write only about what you know; because you won’t know what it’s like to walk in another man’s shoes. Most likely you won’t do their story any justice and that would be tragic.” In a most serious manner he looked each and every one of us over to make sure that we understood the seriousness in his lesson.

 

“If you don’t write about what you do know then you’ll come across as unauthentic and you’ll be treated as such.” He stared at us. “No matter how acclaimed a book may be if it’s not authentic then the writer has taken liberties with the trust of the reader and you must become acutely aware of this.” I took his words to heart.

 

White Privilege is when Caucasian people write about the experiences of colored children who’ve live out treacherous lives in third world slums, barrios and ghettos.

 

I think that if a writer hasn’t had firsthand childhood experience surviving a third world slum, barrio or ghetto then they don’t come anywhere near doing the story justice that it deserves from a first person narrative. The only word that comes to mind is “phony”.

 

It’s not only phony to tell someone else’s story as your own, it’s also a lie to write about a subject matter that one has not lived through to tell such a tale. It’s like saying that you’re a war hero but you’ve never seen battle nor much less gone to the frontlines.

 

It’s a great way to sell books and receive acclaim but it’s also the quickest way to be known as a phony amongst writing circles and that’s far more difficult to contend with in the late and long hours of the night than in the days of short lived glory.

 

There’s subject that no matter how much, one, says they’ve studied, it doesn’t belong to the writer, otherwise, become an anthropologist and study “neat” cultures. Such delicate subject matter belongs only to those who’ve lived through such atrocities. It’s only a matter of time before “slum kids” will tell their stories and make a buck from their transcribed books. Otherwise, it’s another writer with a silver spoon in their mouths coming across as phonies. Tarnished silver tends to leave a bad taste in my mouth. There’s no greater freedom like desecrating a lie. Cuidado.

 

Cheers.

 

Gabriela

 

February 10, 2012

 

“One word frees us of all the weight and pain of life: That word is love.” - Sophocles

 

“One must wait until the evening to see how splendid the day has been.” - Sophocles

 

“Go then if you must, but remember, no matter how foolish your deeds, those who love you will love you still.” - Sophocles, Antigone

 

“A man, though wise, should never be ashamed of learning more, and must unbend his mind.” - Sophocles, Antigone

 

“You can kill a man but you can’t kill an idea.” - Sophocles

 

“The truth is what I cherish and that's my strength.” - Sophocles

 

Happy Friday!

Aloha.

 

I wanted to write about the housing bubble bursting, fraudulence, the freedom of Afghan women and many other political and ethical topics that would raise your temperatures and boil your blood. I figure why not.

 

I’m tired. It’s the end of my work-creative week.

 

“Goodnight Moon.”

 

I’m wishing you all a beautiful and restful weekend amongst beloved ones.

 

We’re so happy to be facing mature challenges, creative work, adulthood, friendships, new adventures, rest and play. We’ve been having fast, full and furious work days. I barely caught my breath this week as I went at my usual turtle pace. I’m happy, ever so happy in my life. I’ve matured into a swan and I don’t have delusions of grandeur, insecurities or shame about the human that I’ve become. I was an idiotic little girl (who wasn’t) but boy did I become a woman! I look forward to getting into my pajamas tonight and staying in pajamas until Monday morning. How very lovely and exciting. Take-out here we come! Oh, never mind, we have a date to go and see Star Wars in 3D. I’ll be getting out of pajamas after all. Oh, well! It’s for an exciting cause.

 

With much love,

 

Gabriela

 

P.S. I read the 14th Amendment forwards, backwards and inside out. I’m not a lawyer, but I knew in the inspection of the 14th Amendment that same-sex marriage could not and would not be constitutionally held against people because then it would be a violation of civil rights! Hip! Hip! Hooray to the Forefathers of America.

 

P.S.S. Syria, our lovely sister, we love you and think of you with love. Oh, I have no more words for you tonight. I think of your lovely children. I do.

 

*) Correction: From “Primetime Television” at night to “early morning”. Ha! Ha! Ha! I’ve worked both timeslots and they both interfered with a social life, either way.

 

Note: Congratulations to our former colleagues who worked on the following films: “The Help” I cried like a baby! (A friend sent me a copy. I only cry in the privacy of our own home, otherwise, I’m, too, stoic for such public displays of emotion.) I just did and I’ve been thinking about this epic cultural film ever since. Thanks, (wink), you know who you are; I’ve been watching your career for twelve years and I’m as proud as a little sister ever could be - you changed my life forever through this film and when we met (Pura Vida). Also to “The Tree of Life” I haven’t seen it but I saw your name on the credits. How exciting for you all!

 

Anyway, back to Mr. Roger’s neighborhood where the rest of us civilians happily live upon real streets with sunsets and roses that actually smell like real roses and hot pavement; not stage production fake flowers and green screened sunsets.

 

P.S. I won’t tell anyone how “Downton Abbey” ends. I had a friend send me a copy and that, too, was juicy. I sat down and watched it all in one weekend about two months ago. Thank you. Fun! I get bragging rights. I worked my tail off when I worked in the film industry about 12 years ago. I can’t say I’d ever do it again. It’s a pace that left me with double-pneumonia and half dead every night (70 hour weeks). No, fun! I’d rather have a life and play. Lots more play! One third of the people I met who actually had working professional budgets ( I mean more than 15 million) made it and the rest went on to become dentists or the bread lines. Tough industry, that’s for sure.

 

Oh, one more thing: Thanks to the Librarian in his e-mail: his compliment was that my career reminds him of John Sayles’ career. I almost fell over. Thank you, I’m blushing. A large tree grows from a little seed. I’m cultivating indie films everywhere we go even if you guys don’t quite have a taste for guayaba juice down I’m planting guayaba seeds, anyway. Yum.

 

February 9, 2012

 

Man's highest blessedness,

In wisdom chiefly stands;

And in the things that touch upon the Gods,

'Tis best in word or deed

To shun unholy pride;

Great words of boasting bring great punishments,

And so to grey-haired age

Teach wisdom at the last.

 

                    --- SOPHOCLES, Antigone

 

Happy Thursday!

Aloha.

 

(What happened to this week? Where did it go?)

 

 

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Shall we make our way across this literary dance floor?

 

Main subject matter: Working Contraceptives; (as a means to a new modern approach in life).

 

Disclaimer: If you can’t handle this subject matter, then don’t. However, contraceptives must be addressed without embarrassment and with an intellectual input whether it rises your body temperature and brings out color on your cheeks or not.

 

Come on! Catch up! The world of critical thinking is leaving you far behind.

 

I think that contraceptives (that work) ought to be passed out like candy.

 

As a jungle barrio child of Central America and an adoptee from a Roman Catholic orphanage, I’d say that the world is changing from the year I was born in 1977 as well as the year that I was enslaved into adoption in 1987 (I was purchased with currency therefore by definition, alone, that makes humans slaves). Thanks the GODS for change (and no, I don’t mean flesh and bone aliens).

 

The world of women is all about Equal Rights and Liberties for all.

 

Women are taking back their freedoms to free education and civil rights outside the home. (In the United States women still make sixty cents to every dollar a man makes doing the same work. Tragic!)

 

No, women ought not to be domestic or economic slaves to men especially in the form of breeders; barefoot and pregnant in kitchens. No! Not if they don’t want to be.

 

Times have changed and women want equal opportunities like any of those that men do enjoy. Women do have options not to practice such equal opportunities but they most certainly do want opportunities as a matter of choice to have and to hold true as their own.

 

 

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Now, personally, I have nothing against the Roman Catholic Church within reason.

 

[With the exception to convert masses of Central and South Americans of Indigenous origins towards the Roman Catholic Church doctrine mainly to collect monetary funds from people who have nothing to eat. (Oh, you can eat Roman Catholic rice and beans, alright, but then you must convert; What a tough choice!)]

 

The Roman Catholic Church has had to manipulate their rhetoric and forced it upon those of the Indigenous cultures into believing that this Mr. Jesus Christ and his Mother will return again, are they aliens?] (Ha! You can beat the girl out of the Indigenous but you can’t beat the Indigenous out of the girl. I’m laughing! I could weep but I’d rather not.)

 

Let’s be extremely forthcoming about the function of institutionalized religion: To get into pockets and get money from humans so that religious rhetoric and doctrine can continue forth and implement insane ideals upon vast amounts of humans who can’t or won’t do much critical thinking of their own. I think that I’ve got that correct by definition from experience.

 

Remember; It’s easier to have someone tell you what to think rather than challenge you to think. (I rest my case.)

 

If one gives away one’s money to institutionalized religion to think for them, then not only do people supposedly get rescued from the bowls of eternal damnation, but humans get told how to think in the exchange for their hard earned money. Neat, ha? Why don’t people just throw their money out on the streets? Much easier and less guilt.

 

Wow, it must be incredibly nice to be lazy minded. I don’t mean any disrespect. Nevertheless, let’s call a spade a spade. Institutionalized religion is mean and bully like. I know firsthand. Don’t give me that look. There are aspects of cruelty that I’ll never write about because it’d break hearts and I’d rather not go around breaking anything if I can help it. However, I will challenge readers to think because I challenge myself to think, daily.

 

(I was the type of kid who got punched in the face in the name of Jesus Christ. (No, I wasn’t raped nor sexually molested. I was physically punched and beaten. At the age of five I started the bad habit of biting with force and to kill with a single bite if I had to. I was left alone much of the time because I had the will of a wild bull if I was angered unless I purposely made myself road kill for other weaker kids to escape abuse. I didn’t shy away from fighting other abusive kids or adults because I knew that my will was stronger than theirs. When I’d clench my jaw shut, then it was like a Rottweiler’s clenched jaw taking-off an arm and I did get the satisfaction of freeing justice into the atmosphere like wild bonfire flames into the night sky.) I hate institutionalized money-greedy religions. I just do. No human can change my mind about this. My mind is made up.)

 

The Indigenous of Central and South America don’t owe the Roman Catholic Church anything just in the same way as Native Americans of North America don’t owe the “White Corporate Man” any casino money. Why?

 

I’ll tell you why.

 

The Roman Catholic Church colonized, enslaved and took away Indigenous heritages, languages, customs and freedoms no differently than the “White Man” did with the Native Americans of North America.

 

Indigenous spiritual and emotional restitution and retribution is to peacefully leave the Indigenous alone and not to steal anything more from us. That’s right! I had the courage to write it! Keep your God, Jesus Christ and Allah. I don’t want them. They work their mysteriously mean and righteous ways through abusive people. Keep your Gods. I’ve got my own Indigenous GODS that I breathe prayers to daily.

 

I don’t care what institutionalized GOD may say to someone to tell the Indigenous people how to live by giving their money away to the church, especially about the topic of contraceptives only if to tell them to use working contraceptives.

 

Stay out of reservations and barrios with stupid literature and institutionalized religion that, which women ought to have eight kids when they can barely feed one. Please!

 

{Who does anyone think they are? Don’t think that based upon religious doctrines that it gets anyone out of penance for the cruelty against the Indigenous. I think that these GODs are going to send many to hell for the murdering, enslavement and cruelty against the Indigenous. I think it. I know it to be true in my heart because I was taught so. The Aborigines are someday going to wipe the Earth with some serious lying institutionalized religious asses. I regress.} I beg your pardon.

 

The Indigenous were forced to adopt new weird rituals, customs and habits while being forced in the name of a Roman Catholic God to give away their Indigenous rights and to breed in the name of this Roman Catholic God. All the while, the lives of the Indigenous are as bad as 300 years ago or worse. Where’s salvation here on Earth?

 

In the name of this nice Mary lady and this nice Mr. Jesus Christ whose best friend was a prostitute (Mary Magdalene) the Indigenous do suffer. This nice Mr. Jesus Christ who turned five loaves and two fishes into hundreds is indeed spectacular like fireworks.

 

What amazing folklore! I respect it. It reminds me of Indigenous folklore except that we were told that ours was demonic and to turn our backs on oral traditional story folklore even though ours was a more prominent folklore in leadership for thousands of years before the Roman Catholic Church was ever born. I hate double standards and bigotry.

 

All the while the Roman Catholic Church either by force or manipulation changed the topography of the Indigenous landscape, stole resources (gold, women and children). The Roman Catholic Church raped thousands of children (little boys) while endangering the language and customs of the Indigenous; forcing women into cultural slavery amongst the Central and South American machismo culture. Central and South American men by their machismo rights do take advantage of women through rape, economical slavery and motherhood enslavement while many men can barely afford to feed one child. Keep your Gods. You Gods breed starvation, hatred, double standards and bigotry for women and more loathing through religious doctrine-filled fears. Why do your Gods hate you so?

 

The dichotomy is too great.

 

The Roman Catholic Church as well as any other institutionalized religion doesn’t have a lick of a right to say anything against working contraceptives. Not a word! They’ve ruined enough women’s lives, Indigenous heritages and children by granting them a life of hell on Earth through starvation, abuse and hate. Damn!

 

Any idiot that tells anyone that people ought to have as many children as they wish without instilling an intellectual and thoughtful approach to parenting and economics is either a liar or a fool.

 

Global societies can’t have any of such ignorance any longer as we approach the next five thousand years of evolutionary enlightened means. If one can’t afford children then one can’t afford the luxury to have them.

 

Working Contraceptives. Yes!

 

Keep stupid archaic institutionalized religious opinions hushed when so many religious institutions hate The People and they show it through their actions. My People starve. Need I say more?

 

Sincerely,

 

Gabriela

 

P.S. Correction from this past summer 2011 from “Upton Sinclair” to “Sinclair Lewis” as a Minnesota writer. Either way you ought to check out both writers. Sinclair Lewis hated Minnesota with a passion. Ah, freedom of speech.

 

P.S.S. Wishing you a lovely and peaceful night. Cheers!

 

*) Note: So if any business personnel, officers and managers conduct fraudulent business with its customers’ money then they don’t go to jail? I don’t get it.

 

Its okay to conduct fraudulent business such as this popped realty bubble?

 

Oh, like the Nazi S.S. officers who were able to flee to Argentina for killing the hopes and futures of 30,000 Jews? Just like that? Wow! So, if you have a lot of pull and weight through a corporation then no matter how much you may tell lies, cheat, steal and kill a market right from under the people then there are no repercussions? Neat. Can I try that too? Imagine. If we were fraudulent business owners we’d be in jail. What makes large corporate frauds difference and special from anybody else? I’m so confused about the business legalities and ethics of the United States of America. No wonder the country suffers.

 

*) Syria: Our dear brothers and sisters we think of you with love.

 

*) Yes, the Cape Cod dolphins have been on my mind for weeks. Cape Cod was one of my old stomping grounds. Of course, I care what goes on in Cape Cod and Martha’s Vineyard. We aren’t one of the oldest families in the country without knowing a thing or two about Martha’s Vineyard and Cape Cod. Please!

 

February 8, 2012

 

“For the dead there are no more toils.” - Sophocles

“It is terrible to speak well and be wrong.” - Sophocles

“It is best to live however one can be.” - Sophocles

Happy Wednesday!

Aloha.

 

“The best kept secret about you as a person is that you’re tender hearted. I know why you write like a grouch, so nobody knows that you have a heart of gold. You really are a Finn aren’t you?”

 

He looked me over intensely and wouldn’t take his gaze away from my face. I could feel my cheeks burning and tried not to give myself away by smiling even though I wanted to break out in laughter. I didn’t move. I didn’t flinch. I didn’t breathe. I felt like crawling underneath some furniture. Fun!

 

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The day totally and completely got away from me.

 

We looked at a three bedroom home today and made an offer.

Wow! To be an adult!

 

I fell in love with the eight or nine trees in the yard. As well as the outdoor stone cooking-stove and grill. I can see myself making homemade el fresco pizza, and grilling organic-free-range bison-dogs and organic-free-range beef hamburgers.

 

I’ve never looked at so many stainless steel appliances in my entire life as I did today.

 

It’s funny. One moment we thought we’d retire to the woods in about a decade and build a green home (off the grid) out in the middle of nowhere and today we made an offer.

 

It’s all going by rather quickly. (We got pre-approved in two days last week and today made an offer.) I guess we’re going to end up with a yard after all even though we could’ve stayed here at our beautiful flat for another decade.

 

We made our flat a beautiful space inside our walls.

 

I’ll miss it so much after five years and sinking $54,000 into our flat. Oh, how sad. It’s the end of an era. We took such nice care of our space. Someone else will like it except for the unfinished creepy basement and the thin walls. It’s an old house (our flat) at the turn of the early 20th century. I’ll miss it here so much. Thank you, Uptown. I never, not once thought I’d live in the suburbs. I looked at private schools yesterday. One thing at a time, though.

 

Personally, I want to build a Chef’s stainless steel kitchen in our new home. Two summers ago I got real amazing ideas about creating a kitchen. Now, I think that I know what kind of a kitchen I’d like to design and build. I’m ready for this challenge in our quiet as can be new neighborhood. I know, I know. We have yet to hear back. I know. I’m jumping the gun a little bit.

 

Well, I’m maturing into an adult who is kicking and screaming into adulthood. No, I refuse to grow up but I sure am becoming an adult. Can you believe it? There are no panhandlers in the suburbs. I almost fell over. I really could not believe my eyes. It’s so quiet out there. Wow! I don’t know what to think. If I knew that buying a house was this easy then we should’ve done it five years ago but we really do like urban living right in the middle of Uptown. (A Charlie Brown Sigh.) You can’t have everything you want.

 

Ciao.

Gabriela

 

P.S. I want to write about the freedoms of Afghan women but I have no idea where to begin. It’s a vastly topic.

 

P.S.S. It’s 7:02 P.M. I’m tired! It’s been a long day! I’m wishing you beauty, peace and respect from your loved ones and the people around you. You deserve it!

 

February 7, 2012

 

“Reason is God's greatest gift to man.” - Sophocles

 

“Trust dies but mistrust blossoms.” - Sophocles

 

“The golden eye of justice sees, and requites the unjust man.” - Sophocles

 

“A mind at peace does not engender wars.” - Sophocles

 

“I have nothing but contempt for the kind of governor who is afraid, for whatever reason, to follow the course that he knows is best for the State; and as for the man who sets private friendship above the public welfare -- I have no use for him either.” - Sophocles

 

Happy Tuesday!

Aloha.

 

How’s the world doing out there? It’s a lovely morning at about 5:37A.M.

 

 

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Let’s dance.

 

(Definitions from Wikipedia)

 

What is the meaning of Conformity?

 

The meaning of Conformity is:

Conformity is the act of matching attitudes, beliefs, and behaviors to what individuals perceive as normal to their society or social group. This influence occurs in small groups and/or society as a whole, and may result from subtle unconscious influences, or direct and overt social pressure. Conformity can occur in the presence of others, or when an individual is alone. For example, people tend to follow social norms when eating or watching television, even when alone.

 

What is the meaning of Bandwagon?

 

The meaning of Bandwagon is:

The bandwagon effect is a well documented form of groupthink in behavioral science and has many applications. The general rule is that conduct or beliefs spread among people, as fads and trends clearly do, with "the probability of any individual adopting it increasing with the proportion who have already done so". As more people come to believe in something, others also "hop on the bandwagon" regardless of the underlying evidence. The tendency to follow the actions or beliefs of others can occur because individuals directly prefer to conform, or because individuals derive information from others. Both explanations have been used for evidence of conformity in psychological experiments. For example, social pressure has been used to explain Asch's conformity experiments, and information has been used to explain Sherif's autokinetic experiment.

 

As Americans we pride ourselves on being free-thinkers and non-conformists. However and nonetheless, a prime opposite example of this took place last Friday morning’s “red attire” in support of the American Heart Association across early morning Television and their morning hosts.

 

Now, I don’t give a hoot about what anybody’s wearing in general with the exception of those who are indeed public figures and making huge social statements to get the general public to jump up on bandwagons for example pink T-shirts for Susan G. Komen and red attire for the American Heart Association. Fine. On your own time but not on early morning Television and I’ll tell you why.

 

I find these conformist attitudes not only ignorant but also dangerous to a general American public who is all too impressionable and not yet quite fully equipped with free-thinking attitudes and non-conformists actions such as those of the Sardinians who question everything and I mean everything.

 

As Americans, we’re taught to think that we have these high ideals intact and in place along with high standards in thinking about manipulation in general but really we don’t. Otherwise, Apple and the rest of the electronics industry wouldn’t get away with sweatshop labor. Period. I rest my case.

 

These poor darlings for Television hosts have more responsibilities and trends to contend with than the general public will ever know; I know because I worked in newsrooms for three years and goodness gracious I came to understand the vast complexities in dynamics for those in front of the camera more so than they did about my responsibilities behind the camera.

 

A morning host is a moral and ethical pillar of many communities. Morning hosts are not only emotional cheerleaders but also modern heroes for the times and navigators through vast amounts of information. The general public doesn’t care about rock stars and football players, only 12 year olds do, but what the public does care about is their weather and news bites that will help them plot a course throughout their complex and somewhat difficult days.

 

The last thing that the American public wants; is to have, subliminal bandwagons thrown at them (consciously or subconsciously). Why? Because life is difficult enough to do as it is without having another thing to feel guilty about. I think you get that concept in notion.

 

To have early morning hosts consciously or subconsciously demanding awareness of one subject matter over another is not only a misuse of their power but it’s also insulting to advance the awareness of one foundation, nonprofit or institution over any other.

 

This subliminal practice to subconsciously tell audiences what ought to be important in the lives of viewer’s is not only ludicrous but it’s also insulting to the viewer. Viewers know it, too. Somehow viewers understand that some type of manipulated doctrine is being shoved down their throats and they just don’t quite know what hidden psychological agendas hit them early on in their days. Henceforth they set out to hate the world because they’ve already taken two fingers jammed up their noses. How’s that for straight forward rhetoric?

 

People don’t want to feel like they’re manipulated by subliminal or non-subliminal messages no matter what group of women may think that an idea or a trend is cool. Politics and support for social agendas have no business in the push for morning hosts and their rhetoric. Much less their personal ideals of what is moral cause enough to open up your pocket books and donate to causes of hosts choices. Leave it up to the audiences to negate such attitudes about their lives and their money.

 

Morning hosts’ jobs are not to set standards rather to give journalistic insights into modern movements by showing stories not making themselves as part of the rhetoric of the storylines.

 

Note:                      {Here’s a one hundred thousand dollar academic lesson learned in documentary analysis film school (12 years ago)

 

                    “ ‘Anytime, that the documentary filmmaker / journalist becomes an omniscient-voice (“all-knowing” / “god-like” power) in a storyline then he / she have indeed lost their way to tell a story without a prejudice because they have now become the story instead of the storyteller. They have now joined the ranks of amateurs in their biases and it’ll be difficult to decipher where the ethos of the filmmaker / journalist begins and where it ends. Be careful of such manipulations. That’s how you will recognize men who’ve studied in your fields of expertise and those that haven’t.  ’ ” }

 

                    (According to Aristotle, rhetoric is "the ability, in each particular case, to see the available means of persuasion." He described three forms of rhetoric; ethos, logos and pathos.) (Ethos is appeal based on the character of the speaker. An ethos-driven document relies on the reputation of the author.) (Logos is appeal based on logic or reason. Documents distributed by companies or corporations are logos-driven. Scholarly documents are also often logos-driven.) (Pathos is appeal based on emotion. Advertisements tend to be pathos-driven.)

 

News and information is vital, not trends or bandwagons.

 

If hosts and Television people, producers and, such, manipulate the public then the public will hate them for it and that means the bottom line; humanity will turn their backs on such shallow and mean-spirited institutions.

 

The world is changing and the People are taking back their power and lives, so wake up and become fashionable to less insult and less injury on the part of the People. If adults feel insulted then most likely they won’t allow for their children to feel insulted and that means that adult viewers will keep their children from growing up with morning Television. Simple as that.

 

Much respect for the world of Television morning hosts and their producers,

 

Gabriela

 

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P.S. Yes, many grammatical corrections have indeed been made.

 

P.S.S. I have more thoughts going on about global politics than I have time to write about.

 

*) Cheers, wishing you a splendid and beautiful day. We have two features to cut. I’m going as slow as a turtle.

 

February 6, 2012

 

“Even a poor man can receive honors.” - Sophocles

 

“Every man can see things far off but is blind to what is near.” - Sophocles

“Despair often breeds disease.” - Sophocles

 

“Don't you know that silence supports the accuser's charge?” - Sophocles

 

Correction: From “Tomorrowland” to “EPCOT”. Thank you for your patience. I’m a geek!

 

Correction: From “Red ties” to “Fire Engine Red ties”. As far as homosexual tie attire is concerned to detect other homosexual men, I’ve been corrected that the ties are only the color of “Fire Engine Red”.

 

 

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*) On a personal note: I’m so politically confused about this political tug-a-war. Daily, the Republican Party loses a strong foothold with a voter like me. What happened to the classic Republican Party without the mean rhetoric and neurotic ideals?

 

I really want to vote for the Democratic Party after being scared off by much of the scary rhetoric by the Republican Party’s GOP and Tea Party. I really do want to vote differently and according to my intellectual and political points of view. However, Mr. President is now an emperor.

 

What chances does a citizen have going up against absolute power?

 

Due process and a right to a fair trial is one of the greatest constitutional rights we have as Americans. I almost don’t want to vote in the next elections because the choices are overwhelming. I’m sorry I’m so human. I take politics quite seriously and have to think through it all. I've done my hardest to be a good thinker but life sure is far more complex than X marks the spot. Dr. Ron Paul or President Barack Obama for President…

 

Note: No, I don’t mind living out an urban existence amongst many different races, but for as much money as we pay in rent and taxes, we might as well buy a home and contribute to a long lasting community.

 

We want to stay in Uptown but having strangers and homeless go through our garbage cans, daily, and having to contend with teenage prostitution down on Lake Street is so very difficult.

 

I don’t have to grocery shop at an all Caucasian stores, but I do need urban responsible, intelligent and respectable people around me. Because being hassled, yelled-at and harassed while grocery shopping does leave much to be desired.

 

I hate disrespectful people’s actions (no matter what race) who can’t cope with city living. I don’t hate poverty. I do hate the excuses that stem from poverty as a ticket towards disrespectful actions and out-of-line attitudes.

 

Hell, I’ve lived amongst the Iranians and loved them dearly. I’ve lived amongst and with blacks and Native Americans. I’ve lived with the Japanese and with the South Koreans. I’ve lived with the Italians, Finns, Russians, Jews, Ticos, Germans and WASPS. I’ve lived with the Irish and yes, they’re stubborn as all get out. I love my beloved adopted sister from Sierra Leone. Racist! You go live amongst the Iranians and get along with them every single day then you can talk to me about racism. Please! I’ve done it! I’ve accomplished communication amongst many races and I’ve done it successfully. Please! A racist, I might as well be, “scientifically-proven”, but a bigot I am not. Who do you think you are?

 

 

 

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Happy Monday!

Aloha.

 

“De La Pura Vida” literally translates: “To The Good Life” / “Pura Vida” for short.

 

(Definitions from Wikipedia)

 

What is the meaning of Criticism?

 

The meaning of Criticism is:

Criticism is the practice of judging the merits and faults of something or someone. The judge is called "the critic". To engage in criticism is "to criticize". One specific item of criticism is called "a criticism".

Criticism can be directed toward a person or an animal; at a group, authority or organization; at a specific behavior; or at an object (an idea, a relationship, a process, or a thing). Criticism can be personal, or impersonal. It can be highly specific, or very abstract and general.

To criticize does not necessarily imply "to find fault", but the word is often taken to mean the simple expression of an objection against prejudice, or a disapproval. Often criticism involves active disagreement, but it may only mean "taking sides". There may not be any fighting involved. Criticism is often presented as something unpleasant, but it need not be. It could be friendly criticism, amicably discussed, and some people find great pleasure in criticism ("keeping people sharp", "providing the critical edge").

Another meaning of criticism is the study, evaluation, and interpretation of literature, artwork, film, and social trends. The goal of this type of criticism is to understand the possible meanings of cultural phenomena, and the context in which they take shape. In so doing, the attempt is often made to evaluate how cultural productions relate to other cultural productions, and what their place is within a particular genre, or a particular cultural tradition.

Criticism as an evaluative or corrective exercise can occur in any area of human life, and therefore criticism can take many different forms. How exactly people go about criticizing can vary a great deal. In specific areas of human endeavor, the form of criticism can be highly specialized and technical; it often requires professional knowledge to understand the criticism. This article provides information only about basic kinds of criticism, which are used generally by almost everybody at one time or another.

What is the meaning of Cynicism?

 

The meaning of Cynicism is:

Cynicism (Greek: κυνισμός), in its original form, refers to the beliefs of an ancient school of Greek philosophers known as the Cynics (Greek: Κυνικοί, Latin: Cynici). Their philosophy was that the purpose of life was to live a life of Virtue in agreement with Nature. This meant rejecting all conventional desires for wealth, power, health, and fame, and by living a simple life free from all possessions. As reasoning creatures, people could gain happiness by rigorous training and by living in a way which was natural for humans. They believed that the world belonged equally to everyone, and that suffering was caused by false judgments of what was valuable and by the worthless customs and conventions which surrounded society. Many of these thoughts were later absorbed into Stoicism.

The first philosopher to outline these themes was Antisthenes, who had been a pupil of Socrates in the late 5th century BCE. He was followed by Diogenes of Sinope, who lived in a tub on the streets of Athens. Diogenes took Cynicism to its logical extremes, and came to be seen as the archetypal Cynic philosopher. He was followed by Crates of Thebes who gave away a large fortune so he could live a life of Cynic poverty in Athens. Cynicism spread with the rise of Imperial Rome in the 1st century, and Cynics could be found begging and preaching throughout the cities of the Empire. It finally disappeared in the late 5th century, although some have claimed that early Christianity adopted many of its ascetic and rhetorical ideas.

 

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Hello, world. How’s everybody doing out there on this fine Monday afternoon? So much has been accomplished today at turtle pace. It’s been truly remarkable and magnificent.

Alright, shall we dance across this floor?

As one former student of private institutionalized arts and learning, and as a professional filmmaker, I believe in Criticism to its infinite and utmost unified form in value.

I think that without criticism then humanity can’t and won’t raise itself to the next stage of evolutionary intelligence.

If there’s no criticism then there’s only a status quo that basks in its non-questioning, ignorant and often harmful station in life. I think that bias opinions are also quite juicy and fun with great reasons to support them. There’s nothing wrong with going against the status quo. Anyone who tells you that they don’t make decisions based upon biased opinions is either a liar or a fool. There’s a lot to be said for analysis in the intellectual approach, however, humans are animals with serious inclination towards the prejudice.

I was taught in literary classes “to give” and “to receive” constructive criticism by always stating out a positive criticism, first, and then followed by a negative criticism.

I’ve sat around literary tables in elite writing workshops where my work and the work of my peers comprised harsh criticism.

If, one, isn’t strong enough to take harsh criticism then one isn’t constructive enough to give it.

I’ve had peers and contemporaries take out my heart, eat it and spit it out in my face when it’s come to my literary and cinematic work. As a freshman I wept. As a senior, I welcomed it because criticism meant that my work had some force to be reckoned with and guess what? It does.

I stood a little taller and I could dish out criticism as quickly as it was dished back at me.

I fell in love with the dance of constructive criticism when it comes to my work and the work of others (when asked, of course, unless its public subject matter then it’s up for grabs).

Now, when meanness comes in the form of personal attacks such as “You’re ugly.” (Which, by the way I’ve been told by Caucasian women before.) Then not only am I out for blood but I also want a head on a platter.

If anyone tells me that my approach or my process is sub-par. Then I’m all about the constructive criticism anyone may have in order for me to make my work and my processes better. Thank you. I’d not only be obliged but also grateful that anyone would take the time to tell me what worked and what didn’t.

To give criticism is to stop long enough and to think about the other instead of the self.

If anyone is out to attack me, personally, then well, I’m going to give them my back and lend a deaf ear because what else is there to do?

If you’re a public figure then you have the utmost responsibility not to lead the public astray otherwise or they’ll have you for breakfast and you can kiss your careers goodbye. It’s a law like any other of Newton’s laws. Whatever goes up must come down.

Constructive criticism doesn’t have to be mean-spirited. Although, people in positions of power tend to abuse this constructiveness against others to put others down or to gain slaves and a stupid toady here and there. As a matter of fact, constructive criticism can be done in fun gesture no differently than debate.

I’m not sure what the hell the Republican debates are all about when the subject matter is as shallow as the personal lives of the candidates. Who cares? Nobody does, not when it comes down to professional debate which the Republicans haven’t had any thus far. It’s more like clowns on a stage. I get more and more disappointed with the Republican Party, not only do Republicans have mean rhetoric but they also act like politics were a circus. (A Charlie Brown Sigh.)

Real debates are about the deliberation upon such subject matter as policies; for example: prostitution, war and fiscal spending and budgets; not who slept with whom and how much money a candidate made.

I’m yawning over here. You’re putting me to sleep. The American people want to know what the candidates think about policies. It’s obvious that these Republican debates were made up by some fruitcake structure. No, college debates would ever be as shallow as discussing a debater’s sexual habits.

Personally, I think that getting off subject about political policies is not constructive, rather it’s hitting below the belt and out of bounds. The reason as to why these Republican debates were more like watching entertainment wrestling was because the American public got to see clowns throw each other around but not actually get around to the fundamental core values in debate and policies on any one subject matter. Pity. Yawning.

Who do you think you’re kidding? Not the American public, we all know it’s a fool’s game and so we sit in the front row with our buckets of popcorn.

It’s easier to throw attacks then to address policies.

Debating about policies actually means that you have to be well studied and intelligent enough about policies in debates.

If a candidate calls another candidate an asshole, per say then that’s funny to watch but it still doesn’t tell the general public anything about where the debater stands upon any one subject matter such as war, foreign policies and domestic economics. Do you get it? I most certainly do. One is a show while the other is work.

I care less what type of shampoo or whom a Republican presidential candidate sleeps with, but I do care about their political policies such as prostitution, war and fiscal spending and budgets.

Ergo, constructively criticize away!

Don’t forget to state your reasons as to why you think the way you do. First, a positive criticism and then a negative criticism, otherwise, it’s meaningless and your criticism will fall upon deaf ears. Nonetheless, be careful of cynicism “dog-like” attitudes.

I refuse to be a dog. I’m too intelligent for a human animal to think like a dog.

If anything; if the culture has truly become cynical then it’s because our leaders have lead their people astray. It means that our leaders are cynics and we can’t have any of that.

As a first generation immigrant: I do believe in the American government, our corporations and our People. I do believe that the United States of America is one of the greatest Nations. However, I think that we’ve had a batch of bad leadership for the past 60 years and that’s now coming to a quick close. The curtain is about to drop upon this final act. The People are waking up and they’re taking back what belongs to them. Equal rights and Equal opportunities for all.

Hope and optimism are two very different words.

With much love and optimism for all living organisms,

Gabriela

 

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P.S. What’s with camera personnel pointing their cameras at each other and not upon their subject matter? Are they okay? Do they have something in their eyes?

I don’t want to see Oz behind the curtain. I want to see the main characters - your subject matter. If you wish to be Dorothy then get an acting career. If you wish to be camera personnel then please point the camera at what you’re supposed to be “shooting” / recording. Oh, you want to look cool? Oh, I get it. Isn’t it your jobs to do your jobs; rather than to look cool for your Moms and Grandmothers? Funny. Weird. Shallow.

P.S.S. Yes, my personal bias is that Apple could sell iPads for about a $100.00 a pop.

I thought that the main mission statement to Apple as a company was to get as many personal computers out to the people as possible.

Apple is sitting pretty on $100 billion dollars in profit and no one seems to know as to how to move forward with the death of Steve Jobs.

It’s like EPCOT. Walt Disney had all these plans to have real, breathing-living humans live and work at EPICOT. When Walt died all of his brilliant plans for EPCOT died with him.

I think that Disney World would’ve really become a bright star if its officers hadn’t been so afraid to go forth with EPICOT as Disney planned for it to be. Now, Disney World depends upon its tourism, yet one of the main concerns from the shareholders is the great amount of theft brought upon by the Brazilians at Disney World. I’m not making it up. This is a great problem at Disney World concerning the Brazilians. If Disney World would’ve become a living habitat and environment then I think that Disney World would’ve made strides by leaps and bounds instead of still being the main attraction of amusement parks. Doesn’t anybody really want to know how much further humanity can go and become by taking risks and returning to the main mission statements of these companies?

My bias opinion is that while Apple sits on $100 billion dollars in which they could go back and refresh themselves as a reminder about their original mission statement and get going on a robotic workforce here in the United States (that would place Apple at the head of their competition as a humanitarian company) so that by 2020 Apple can really and truly accomplish their eloquent mission to provide as many personal computers at an affordable price simply and only for the advancement of our human society in general and not with a the help of Chinese sweatshops.

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*) Well, I’ll be having dinner in Costa Rica. I’m so excited! I made two calls to Costa Rica today and the folks there are so happy also.

My adopted Father told me this weekend not to worry about being a yuppie (Young-Urban-Professional). He says to enjoy it because someday I’ll be dead and wished I had flown into Costa Rica for dinner. I’m so happy. I made my plane reservations today and it cost me a whopping $11.00. I had a ticket from a year ago that I put on the back burner due to severe illness. Dinner! Here I come. How lovely. I think that I’d like to fly into Buenos Aires, Frankfurt and London for dinner one of these nights.

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*) When people dress alike it does indeed remind me of the Holocaust and how my adopted ancestors were made to wear the yellow Jewish Star of David arm bands. My Father keeps a Star of David arm band in a glass cabinet as a reminder of the atrocities of the Holocaust. Every time I’ve gone to visit my Father’s home the Holocaust arm band has left a chill up and down my spine.

February 3, 2012

 

“Evil counsel travels fast.” - Sophocles

 

“Gratitude to gratitude always gives birth.” - Sophocles

 

Happy Friday!

Aloha.

 

Happy Super Bowl XLVI! I love football, especially for a professional artist who draws inspiration and writing material from the world.

 

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Note: No, I will not be supporting the Susan G. Komen foundation, maybe forever. I think that the thoughts and actions of the foundation, not to mention their Public Relations nightmare this week left much to be desired.

 

I still think that whoever was nitwitted-enough to make such mistakes, does indeed need to either resign or be released from their positions which they obviously didn’t know how to manage and lead well-enough. (Again, it’s not my foundation or nonprofit. However, as a woman in leadership; I can almost guarantee it that if stupid events such as these got leaked out of the bag then there probably are other more sinister and damning aspects happening that the public isn’t even aware of. So tragic and sad.)

 

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Note: Yes, I’m aware that pink is correlated with Susan G. Komen foundation while red is associated with the American Heart Association.

 

Nevertheless, when people dress all alike I find it creepy. Why do I find this creepy?

 

Dressing alike for a cause, reminds me of the Holocaust. It reminds me how quickly things can go wrong amongst herds of people. That’s it. I’ll think more about it and give you more of a psychological input upon this. I’ve studied the effects of groups and its left me cold and “creeped-out” by how brutal, cruel and ready for violence people are when they jump on any bandwagons. The Holocaust is all I have to say! Can you say Futbol! 70 + people died this week at a match. So tragic and sad.

 

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Note: Correction from “stationary” paper to “station” job / class. Thank you.

 

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Note: Correction from “non-frofit” to “nonprofit”. Thank you.

 

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Note: I’m learning the difference between the words “affect” and “effect”. I’ve been taught but the meanings don’t stick in my mind. I have to look them up daily. Cheers!

 

 

 

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*) Pajamas, the couch and take-out it is for us. We’re tired after a long week. It’s almost impossible for us to make it anywhere on a Friday night.

 

 

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P.S. Wonderful! The Susan G. Komen foundation apologized to the public for their erroneous decisions from earlier in the week to cut funds in the form of grants for women to be able to afford low-cost breast examinations.

 

The foundation will indeed reverse the grants back to Planned Parenthood.

 

Now, let’s give credit where credit is due to a foundation which is humane enough to apologize for wrong thinking.

 

Hip! Hip! Hooray!

 

To the Susan G. Komen foundation for having the bravery and the intelligence to publically apologize and to undo a wrong that could have had long lasting effects upon the lives of women across the United States.

 

A great precedence was set here today by leaders.

 

Now, let’s learn from this and continue on this journey of enlightenment. I’m quite proud of the leadership that the Susan G. Komen foundation showed today. I’m quite surprised and touched, frankly.

 

Breast cancer is not political, it’s life and death.

 

We’ve lost beloved ones to cancer. We’re optimistic to hope that a cure has been found and that it’ll be shared with mortals of middle class incomes. Now, geeks that I’ve talked to tell me that a cure has been found. It’s just that the cure is not made available to the general public. (It’s neither my theory nor perspective. (I’m not a scientist. I wouldn’t know.) It’s what science-geeks have told me in heated and passionate debates and conversations.)

 

The ethics was going to come down between doing right or wrong, and the Susan G. Komen foundation chose to do what was right. Incredible.

 

This vessel of global humanity has a chance for survival as we veer course.

 

“Never, say, ‘never’.” It’s one of the greatest lies in keeping broken promises.

 

I use this word “never” facetiously and enjoy in doing so.

 

 

 

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Notes:

I’ve been told by metropolitan homosexual men that anytime a man wears a fire engine red tie that he’s making an open announcement to other homosexual men that he’s a homosexual and open for sexual encounters.

 

For those of you who are heterosexual men who happen to wear red ties at least you do it on your own accords and not on National broadcast Television as a mass herd ready to jump off ledges because everybody else is doing it. It’s a great lesson in not following a herd. You’re adult humans and not adult male sheep.

 

Side note:

 

About this morning’s broadcasted wardrobe faux pas:

Fire engine red ties worn in the form of a herd of broadcast-televised sheep jumping over ledges.)

 

I know, I know it was a wardrobe faux pas and a great lesson learned at that, about not following a herd.

 

A faux pas does humble you a bit doesn’t it?

Ah, but to stumble through pop-cultural references surely is interesting isn’t it?

 

It’ll teach men not to go jumping on bandwagons no matter what the social movement or peer pressure of the times may be conducted by women.

 

I love silk, and yellow, pink, salmon and pastel ties on men.

I just do. It’s quite masculine, to me, actually.

 

Oh, yeah, the thing about the red ties and homosexuality: I guess that’s a tradition which began with fire engine red bow ties and the tradition goes as far back as the mid 1800’s. Interesting, no? Long before the Susan G. Komen foundation and the American Heart Association came along.

 

Con Amor.

 

Gabriela

 

 

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I’m calling it quits for today.

I’m tired.

Next week:

I do mean to address the necessary freedoms of Afghanistan women.

 

Yes, indeed.

 

To go to the orchestra or not to go to the orchestra?

That’s the question.

It’s been a long week.

I’m beat.

 

I’m going to go and have some coffee and a piece of angel food cake with whip cream. That may wake me up by seven tonight.

 

 

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P.S. Ah, my own personal pop-culture faux pas:

 

I just found out that there’s a movement in which, people write upon their arms to represent that they’re going through re-hab. I didn’t know that’s what that meant. What a weird pop-culture Nation.

 

Well, I’m here to tell you that I used to forget song titles and artists names while driving and listening to the radio, so, I’d write on my arms with a sharpie and no, I wasn’t nor am I going through rehab. Don’t ask me again. If anything I need to go through a program that supports family and friends of alcoholics. Understand! Goodness gracious. Thank you.

 

 

 

 

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(Early morning blogging)

 

It’s 6:10 A.M.

I’ve hit the ground running (slowly).

I’m slowly pacing myself for a full day.

Wonderful to be alive.

 

I’ve had a little whole wheat toast with natural peanut butter and now I’m in search of a little orange juice and water.

 

Life sure is beautiful. Pura Vida. “To The Good Life!” I’ve been kicking around the grandiose notion of flying into Costa Rica for dinner and flying back out. I just need a taste of authentic Costa Rican food but I don’t have much time to spend there right now. How fabulously yuppie of me. How lovely. As much as I like the idea I don’t think I’ll be making it. If I go then I ought to work on filming flowers and there’s much that needs to get done here in Minnesota right now.

 

I’ll make it back to the blog later on today.

 

I’ll try to make it to the orchestra tonight if I’m not too tired. I’m in need of refinement, arts and culture amongst civilized society.

 

I won’t roll my R’s as the Mexicans have taught me to do when they’re excited. Although I can’t completely promise that. I may just shout out “Bravo!” if it’s truly amazing and not out of mockery if it’s atrocious. The Costa Ricans don’t roll their R’s when they’re excited; they’re much too introverted and snobbish a people.

 

Much love to humanity,

 

Gabriela

 

 

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P.S. Wonderful! The Susan G. Komen foundation apologized to the public for their erroneous decisions from earlier in the week to cut funds in the form of grants for women to be able to afford low-cost breast examinations.

 

 

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{Some writing from earlier this morning.}

 

Who’s in Susan G. Komen’s pockets?

What deep pockets is Susan G. Komen in?

 

Wow. How political and nasty to take away grants from Planned Parenthood when women need low-cost medical services right now more than ever.

 

50 million Americans go without health care. Fire the nitwits at Susan G. Komen.

 

If anyone wants political careers then find other outlets other than nonprofit organizations to accomplish such goals. Fascists! The moment that anyone makes decisions against the overall well being of people’s health then that’s the moment that they show their baboon asses to the world to be criticized and to be put back in their places. I’m so disappointed in Susan G. Komen foundation that I shall no longer support such an organization. How did they let this happen? Board members, wake up!

 

February 2, 2012

 

“Look and you will find it -

what is unsought will go undetected.” - Sophocles

 

“Men of ill judgment ignore the good that lies within their hands,

till they have lost it.” - Sophocles

 

“The oaths of a woman I inscribe on water.” - Sophocles

Happy Thursday! Wow!

Aloha.

 

Shall we glide across this dance floor?

(I like a combination of papaya and banana shake with almond milk.)

 

I love writing! It’s taken me twenty some years to get comfortable with the notion that being English as a Second Language writer is all about making a lot of grammatical mistakes. Hooray! I’m learning a lot by the more I read. Yes, I’ve been taught by writing masters with literary Ph.D.s all about commas and apostrophes but for some reason I don’t seem to comprehend the rules for very long. It just won’t stick. I have to look up the grammatical rules daily.

 

 

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Alright, I want to write about the subject matter of Women as Leaders.

 

I haven’t completely gathered all of my thoughts about this subject matter because as a woman of the X Generation I grew up with the Baby Boomers as narcissists for role models and well, that leaves much to be desired. Nobody likes a bitch much less herself.

 

I don’t think that narcissism has anything to do with leadership but I do think that it has everything to do with either manipulation or psychological, emotional and monetary slavery. Pity. (The women of the 1960’s and their feminism. So sad and tragic.)

 

If anything, I think that no matter how noble or just a cause may be that if women are cruel to each other then all efforts are thrown by the wayside. When women are cruel to each other nothing is gained and all is lost.

 

About five years ago (2007) I applied for a position that I didn’t need with broadcast Television. (I know, I know. Sneaky!)

 

{One of the major tactics in job interviewing is to never speak ill of your previous bosses or office politics. Nevertheless, when you are someone like me who has been able to afford the luxury not to have to work for someone else then you can say anything you want that will challenge the status quo. Hilarious! Wow, I haven’t worked for someone else since 2007. (With the exception of being a stage hand for a week and that was all research. It was looked down upon to volunteer so I went ahead and applied and was hired, undercover.) I haven’t done any type of menial job nor taken-on any position in my profession. Gosh the years go by quickly, don’t they?}

 

I think one of the reasons as to why I didn’t get the position offered to me much less did the executive producer have the common courtesy to ever call back or e-mail was because I was painfully and excruciatingly-brutally honest with her about this: (Poor lady!) I was extremely qualified for the position of producer, nevertheless.

 

She asked me: What are some of your weaknesses?

 

(Ha! No offense but what a stupid question because everybody is taught how to dodge this bullet by bull shitting their way through it.) It’s like asking; “Have you ever scratched yourself and where?” Do you really and honestly want an answer for that? So archaic! (HA! I’m laughing so hard right now!) It’s the same as asking: Do you scratch your genitals? HA! HA! HA!

 

My answer: I told her in detail that my weaknesses were dealing with women who are bullies in general but more specifically bosses’ executive assistants because I’m smarter than most even though I come across as “weak” to them. Once I catch on… I’m fire. I can and will do their jobs blind folded. I’m extremely slow on the uptake (I have to warm up my muscles), getting started and learning but once I do then get out of the way because road blocks are turned to smithereens. I can run any company and make millions upon millions. How do I know? I‘ve already done it. I’ve proven that I can. (My interviewer turned white, then grey, then green and back to white again.)

 

In my mock interview I said that my former boss’s toady had been a tyrant.

 

Most of my energy at that job went into dodging bullets from this insecure, mean spirited and immature Baby Boomer Caucasian female who spent her days making my life a living hell and who had it out to cut my throat.

 

It was apparent and transparent that she would take me out any chance she got.

 

(I got fired from that job for not snitching-out my co-workers on their internet usage and time also because I started a blog.) So funny! 

 

All these years later it’s now come out that she embezzled hundreds upon hundreds of thousands of dollars from the company. Oh, it makes my heart hurt. Life is weird. I couldn’t make this up. Life is so strange. Every time women have abused me it turned out that they’ve either embezzled or abused their executive powers. And that means: Checkmate. I win!

 

I bring out the worst in manipulative women when they are being less than honest. It’s something about me that makes them hate themselves in having to do the right thing but then they tend to take out their animosity on me if they can get away with such bullshit.

 

I could see my interviewer scrunch her nose, tighten up her entire muscles and a shadow of fear and darkness came over her entire existence. I almost burst out laughing but I held it together because I had enough respect for her genuine fears.

 

The interview was over the moment I spoke honestly and without fear about my weaknesses. I hate bullies’ tendencies to harm others. I just do! I’ll make myself road kill instead of throwing others under the bus.

 

I didn’t mind that she had become deathly afraid of me.

I wasn’t there for a job.

I have a career.

 

I’m already an executive producer.

 

Of course, I don’t have the type of money that a Fortune 500 has but again who does, really?

 

I was there out of curiosity and exploration.

 

I wanted to know what type of leadership was set in place and I soon found out. Poor. I’d say, because the executive producer could not so much as make the time to call or e-mail me to notify me that I didn’t get the position.

 

I think I know why that is: She was frightened about many core truths about the cruelty of women against women by women in the workplace. She could make a documentary series about that. She’s got the airwaves for it.

 

Her lack of respect in not getting back to me said more about her than it did about me.

 

It left her transparent and weak in my perspective. I felt for her. I did. I thought, poor lady; she’s at the end of her career and younger women’s honesty must scare her senseless.

 

I was so disappointed in her because everyone I know in the industry had talked her up to be more than a mortal human. She was outstanding. She was intelligent. She was a golden ticket. She was a goddess of public local television. Yet, she didn’t have common courtesies set in place so to me she was a no body.

 

She taught me so much about what type of a leader I ought not to become. I owe her so much daily. When I deal with frightened women or rude women I think about this executive producer and I smile.

 

Being in a position of leadership doesn’t automatically make thee a leader.

 

I’ve met so many horrible women leaders in leadership positions.

 

I’ve met with women leaders who are rude, thoughtless, mindless, shallow, home wreckers, who’ve lied, cheated, stolen, embezzled and who are afraid that they’re constantly going to be dethroned by serfs so they can’t concentrate on their work only on their image.

 

She was indeed a woman of her generation and quite ordinary, frankly. I was disappointed enough not to become like her.

 

Sincerely,

 

Gabriela

 

 

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My latest hero: Michele Norris. Wow!

 

P.S. We got pre-approved to buy a home yesterday. We filled out the paper work on Monday and bam! (Only in American!) There it is. Now, we become really responsible adults. We start searching. I wanted to build a green home and not in the city. We live in the city because we work in the city otherwise, we’d be in the woods. Oh the quiet and glorious woods.

 

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P.S.S. I think that renting is fine for responsible adults but it won’t build a lasting future for America.

 

The moment that Americans have ownership then they’ll have pride.

 

When people rent, most, have a tendency not to give a “rat’s ass” (you taught me that terminology at private school) about how they treat their neighbors and the premises. Renting makes for great pockets of poverty and thuggish attitudes out of citizens. Renting impoverishes neighborhoods and communities. People are transient when they rent and don’t have to invest into their neighborhoods so why should they care what happens to it? Why do corporations and governments hate people so much?

 

 

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Personal side note: (My mouth just watered.) I’d love to get out and buy a blueberry Italian Soda right about now. However, uptown is such a hipster-snobby place to be an Indian-patron so as of this past summer 2011 I’ve stayed away as much as possible from shopping in my neighborhood.

 

I’d rather give my money away to other places with the exception of Leaning Tower of Pizza, a local restaurant (for those of you in other countries). Gosh, those guys and gals do rock it! No-snot-nosed attitudes and that’s real respectable and adult like. They sure are hipsters with a capital “H”. I like their fashions from the youngsters to the mature waitresses. You guys are so cute!

 

Many hipsters have chips on their shoulders or patchouli on their fingers and it makes it difficult to enjoy a simple drink when it seems as though all they want to do is either throw it in your face or shove their “coolness” down your throat.

 

I hate bad service especially because I made my way through college by working in the food industry. Nowadays it seems as though everybody thinks they’re too good for their work, so nobody’s willing to be a professional or take pride in the work and the service they provide.

 

It’s my good-hard-earned money and it’s not like it’s corporate. It’s independent art’s money and that’s harder to come by. Do you understand? People work so hard for their money therefore they don’t want to feel like their food and service comes with a middle finger, pubic hair and bad attitude. Food is sacred.

 

One of my uncles; a great exclusive restaurant-professional-sea-food Chef for over 30 years on the Eastern Sea Board taught me that anything having to do with food requires a great deal of respect and that the service you provide is an extension of you and how you feel about yourself. I believe that. It’s so transparent whether people can leave their bullshit at home or not, focus and concentrate. Otherwise, it’s a waste of the patrons’ money and time.

 

Ergo it seems that young hipster-types think that they ought to be doing something better and that they’re above their station in life so they want to show you that if they put you down then somehow they’ll elevate themselves above the patron. I’d say memorize their faces and don’t hire them for anything when they do enter their fields because if they hate your guts servicing you a cup of coffee most likely they’ll hate your guts drafting you a home. Could you imagine? Scary.

 

If you don’t learn to provide great service then you won’t learn how to provide great leadership. What’s with everybody being cooler than the fungus between their toes? Weird… I think I’ll stay home and make myself that Italian Soda. Less hassle and less abuse.

 

Oh, yeah, what’s with hipster waitresses talking at me like I was made in 1753?

 

I’m as contemporary as anyone of you. I’m modern! I’m not my Bostonian Great-Great-Grandmother. Lick that for Nordic dinner. Hipsters! Yeah, right. Minneapolis doesn’t know Hipsters until they’ve hung out with Boston’s Social Hipsters / Political Punks if they would even allow for them to have such an opportunity. I love calling it “Southie” I know, I know! Nobody calls it that unless they’re a tourist. Southie! Ha! Now, I’m only teasing… a little. Cute! I miss Beantown.

 

February 1, 2012

 

“If we are to keep our democracy, there must be one commandment:

"Thou shalt not ration justice." - Sophocles

 

“I would prefer even to fail with honor than win by cheating.” - Sophocles

 

“Hide nothing, for time, which sees all and hears all, exposes all.” - Sophocles

 

“How sweet for those faring badly to forget their misfortunes even for a short time.” - Sophocles

 

“If one begins all deeds well, it is likely that they will end well too.” - Sophocles

Happy Wednesday!

(Wow! Time is flying by quickly. How about those sunspots?)

Aloha.

 

Prologue: I’d wish you a Happy Black History Month but last year I heard from many people who asked me not to mention something so ridiculously out-of-date and out of fashion such as this practice so I won’t this year.

 

I was told that it’s demeaning and racist to African Americans to celebrate something as shallow as Black History Month (your attitudes not mine). The main pretext behind this (if I understood it correctly is that): “ ‘Why must Americans only take one month out of the year to celebrate Black History when it could be done year round?’ ”

 

Here! Here! Good question! It feels shallow to place a spotlight on Black History Month only to make a portion of the population feel secure and safe with their Political Correctness and racial bandwagons, when racism is so ramped in our culture. First, black racism against blacks and then the rest of the populous against each other. Side note: (It’s been pointed out to me that “black” people are not spelled out with a capital letter.) Thank you!

 

 

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Let’s move across this dance floor like liquid. I like Mango Lassi.

 

Question: What is a referendum?

 

Answer: A referendum is:          

1.) A general vote by the electorate on a single political question that has been referred to them for a direct decision.

 

2.) The process of referring a political question to the electorate for this purpose.

Do you understand?

 

                    Maybe. Maybe not.

 

                    I’m intelligent enough to know how to think like a genius but words do get in the way of understanding and being understood.

 

I hate nothing more than being misunderstood, so let’s take it to the English as Second Language “layman’s terms”. I won’t be condescending; all we need to-do-is-to get on the same footing for many of you who barely speak any English, I get it. It’s tough.

 

                    Let me see if I can do this term referendum any justice in layman’s terms:

 

                    According to the definition above:

 

                    Referendum: A question on a ballot to vote upon as a voter.

                    Simple, enough?

                    Right? Right.

 

                    An electorate (the voters) get the beautiful privilege to vote on one question that has serious political impact on the communities and the livelihoods of your beloved ones, colleagues and neighbors.

 

                    Are we all in step? (I’m not a teacher; I make an awful teacher because teaching forces me to slow down while I’m thinking at flash speeds in Spanish and English {mostly}.) Although, I’m working on my diction once again and trying to lose my Spanish accent (it’s real thick when I get nervous, stern, humorless or lazy).

 

 

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Now, in November 2012 there will be a referendum:

(Una pregunta / one question) on the ballot for you to vote-on.

 

We’re going to be voting on whether businesses and the state recognizes same-sex marriage as legal and constitutional.

 

Now, however the wording will be: who knows? I’m sure it’ll be tricky and difficult to decipher if people get mean about the question.

 

                    All the referendum question needs to say in layman’s terms is:

 

                    Do you support same sex-marriage as constitutional and legal?

                    Yes or No?

 

          Now, for those of you in the African American and Latino cultures, many of you have many beloved relatives, friends and colleagues who are indeed homosexuals and involved in same-sex relationships whether you talk about it or not that’s neither here nor there.

 

The referendum question on the ballot will have everything do to with marriage-taxes-and-marriage-rights for same-sex couples.

 

This referendum electorate’s votes, will decide whether same-sex couples may provide health care for their families, write-out living wills to leave their children and make life-and-death decisions with their spouses and not their parents. (Who wants to make a living will with their parents when their partners are their first choice?)

 

This is quite serious. We’re talking about the quality of people’s lives, here, and this referendum question will be up to you to vote-on the fragility of other people’s quality of lifestyle, care and death.

 

Could you imagine if this referendum question was the other way around?

 

What if it were homosexuals that held the power to vote and decide if heterosexuals could have the right to marriage and 1,000 other benefits by federal law? We’d be up in arms if someone was denying marriage benefits to our beloved ones, children and friends.

 

                              Personally, I don’t think that it’s any of my business to vote-on and impose upon other people’s Civil Rights.

 

Nevertheless, since a referendum question will be thrown right out in front of my face to vote upon:

 

Then as a heterosexual married female I will constitutionally support to legally pass same-sex marriage rights, so that, same-sex couples in adult relationships can make-out living wills with their spouses and make decisions about the health care of their children come November 2012, because I want The Civil Rights Movement to continue forward with what it started fifty years ago.

 

In conclusion: As a taxpayer I want to see a referendum question on the ballot allowing the taxpayer’s the choice to choose on funding for a football stadium.

 

What do you mean I must vote upon the basis of other people’s sexuality and lifestyle choices but I may not vote upon what happens to our taxpaying dollars in the possibility towards banning or in the building for a new football stadium? Boy, who’s in whose pocket?

 

Isn’t that a little backwards?

 

 

 

Source from Wikipedia: (Wiki rules!)

A referendum (also known as a plebiscite or a vote on a ballot question) is a direct vote in which an entire electorate is asked to either accept or reject a particular proposal. This may result in the adoption of a new constitution, a constitutional amendment, a law, the recall of an elected official or simply a specific government policy. It is a form of direct democracy. The word plebiscite comes from the Latin plebiscita, which originally meant a decree of the Concilium Plebis, the popular assembly of the Roman Republic. Referendums and referenda are both commonly used as plurals of referendum. However, the use of referenda is deprecated by the Oxford English Dictionary, which advises that:

“Referendums is logically preferable as a plural form meaning ballots on one issue (as a Latin gerund, referendum has no plural). The Latin plural gerundive referenda, meaning things to be referred, necessarily connotes a plurality of issues.”

In the United States, a plebiscite is typically known as an initiative when originating in a petition of ordinary citizens, and as a referendum only if it consists of a proposal referred to voters by the legislature. A plebiscite can be considered a kind of election and is often referred to as such in the U.S. (an election literally means a choice). In other countries, the term election is often reserved for events in which elected representatives are chosen.

 

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