March 30, 2012
“There is no excellent beauty that hath not some strangeness in the
proportion.” - Sir Francis Bacon
Happy Friday!
Aloha.
March 29, 2012
“There is nothing makes a man suspect much, more than to know
little.” - Sir Francis Bacon
Happy Thursday!
Aloha.
March 28, 2012
“Therefore if a man look sharply and attentively, he shall see
Fortune; for though she be blind, yet she is not invisible.” - Sir Francis Bacon
Happy Wednesday!
Aloha.
March 27, 2012
“They are ill discoverers that think there is no land, when they
can see nothing but sea.” - Sir Francis Bacon
Happy Tuesday!
Aloha.
March 26, 2012
“They that will not apply new remedies must expect new evils.” - Sir Francis Bacon
Happy Monday!
Aloha.
March 23, 2012
“Things alter for the worse spontaneously, if they be not altered
for the better designedly.” - Sir Francis Bacon
Happy Friday!
Aloha.
March 22, 2012
“This is certain, that a man that studieth revenge keeps his wounds
green, which otherwise would heal and do well.” - Sir Francis Bacon
Happy Thursday!
Aloha.
March 21, 2012
“Travel, in the younger sort, is a part of education; in the elder,
a part of experience.” - Sir Francis Bacon
Happy Wednesday!
Aloha.
March 20, 2012
“Truth emerges more readily from error than from confusion.” - Sir Francis Bacon
Happy Tuesday!
Aloha.
March 19, 2012
“Truth is a good dog; but always beware of barking too close to the
heels of an error, lest you get your brains kicked out.” - Sir Francis Bacon
Happy Monday!
Aloha.
March 16, 2012
“Truth is so hard to tell, it sometimes needs fiction to make it
plausible.” - Sir Francis Bacon
Happy Thursday!
Aloha.
Happy St. Patty’s Day!
March 15, 2012
“Knowledge
is power.” - Sir Francis Bacon
Happy Thursday!
Aloha.
Happy Ides of March!
Happy Birthday! To a dearest friend who
passed away in the month of July 2003.
March 14, 2012
“We cannot command Nature except by obeying her.” - Sir Francis Bacon
“Truth is the daughter of time, not of authority.” - Sir Francis Bacon
“Virtue
is like a rich stone, best plain set.” - Sir Francis Bacon
“Who
ever is out of patience is out of possession of their soul.” - Sir Francis Bacon
“Who
questions much, shall learn much, and retain much.” - Sir Francis Bacon
Happy Wednesday!
Aloha.
P.S. Boycott Israel’s Apartheid!
Obviously Israel is under Apartheid law. Palestinians
don’t have the same rights and liberties as Israelites. Fact. Period.
Everybody knows that, right? Right.
If anyone tells you differently than they are
either liars, fools or idiots.
Israel’s apartheid is no different than that
of South Africa’s former apartheid.
Our Palestinian brothers and sisters suffer
at the hands of the Israelites. What a shame.
Why aren’t the Israelites far more humanitarian after what their people
went through the Holocaust? I’m so confused by the present and modern
cruelty of the Israelites when they
suffered so through the Holocaust? What has happened to the humanitarian
choices of The Chosen? Why do The Chosen hate so? Why are The Chosen such racist bullies?
Yes, indeed Boycott Israel just as we were
willing to boycott South Africa for their Apartheid, cruelties and prejudices. Are companies really going to shake hands
with the devil? Are companies really going to do business with Israel
knowing perfectly well that Israel is another South African Apartheid? What a
joke, no? Boycott, Israel for having no compassion for the human race.
Look it up in the Associated Press. It’s
factual and world news; don’t go according to your local news, because most
likely it holds Jewish propaganda.
Why is Israel so quick to go to war? What’s happened to Israel? Why is
it so difficult to trust the Israelis? Why? Is it because their cruelty guides
them and they cover up their narrative rhetoric with lies? The Chosen aren’t so
Chosen after all are they?
Why are Israelites such racists against her
friends, brothers and sisters of the Palestinian nationality?
It’s factually proven that the Palestinians
live under the thumb of Israel Apartheid law which is indeed atrocious, forces
crimes against humanity and is wrong on every humanitarian front.
A mean little country stuffed with a lot of
right wing air. Mean, meaner and meanest. That’s no stereotype, that’s the way
the Jews have conducted themselves and thus the world wakes up to a ferocious
little bully who hid under the cloak of the Holocaust to conduct apartheid.
Wow! Insanity! Out with the Zionists who commit crimes against humanity!
Why is it that the one aspect of compassion the Jews have yet to learn
is humility and it’s the toughest virtue for them? I know,
I know: The Jews are The Chosen Ones, but doesn’t, that, alone imply holding a
higher set of standards for global inclusiveness and not exclusiveness. Oh, and
by the way Jewish propaganda is filthy hilarious. Nobody believes your videos
here in the U.S.
Americans didn’t start the Holocaust so go
pick a bone with somebody else.
Double standards, the Jews can’t sell war to
the Americans with one hand and with the other starve, imprison, humiliate and hate
the Palestinians. We just don’t buy that type of racism here because we’re
still dealing with our own racism in America.
Boycott Israel’s Apartheid!
Why do the Israelis hate the Palestinians? (Don’t
answer that, it’s meant to be rhetorical.)
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A quick Spanish lesson:
“Pequeño”
literally means “small”.
“Pequeñito”
literally means “tiny”.
“Pequeñitito”
translates into “dear-little-one”.
English is like a ton of bricks. The
linguistic syntactic rules makes it difficult to find terms of deep and tender
endearments to convey love without
having to come out and say “love”. Do you
understand? Of course, you do.
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A man with a semiautomatic rifle guided me
through an August night amongst thousands of 300 pound green turtles while they
came on shore to lay their eggs. Thousands of gigantic green turtles as large
as coffee tables returned to their nesting sites at Tortugero National Park to
complete their cycle in life.
I was astounded by the green turtles’ care,
tenderness, slowness and ability to get to work by night as the enormous
turtles dug nests for their future offspring. Some green turtles were a bit
timid, therefore I barely stirred and held steadfast to my bit of Earth which I
stood upon.
I was so moved by the sight that I could
barely breathe nor move amongst these giants yet the green turtles kept
arriving in droves at shore and walked passed me for the most part as though I
were a tree or a rock.
I knew in that moment that the Gods did in
fact exist just as I’ve always known that the Gods are amongst us (nature) when
I’ve encountered dolphins, elephants and wolves; I’ve felt a deep logical
understanding of the universe’s intelligence amongst other caring and smart
species.
There’s nothing else to it. The Gods do in
fact exist (and no, I’m not talking about aliens. I don’t pray to green and
gray “humanoid” species of other planets. If I don’t pray to mankind and their
institutionalized-money-greedy religions, then why would I pray to other smelly
humanoid species of other planets?
Hmm? Right!)
Ergo, when I write about writing with the
breathing words of a wordsmith from the spirit of a ‘little turtle’ no, I’m not
writing about small turtles that hump shoes: (no, I can’t bring myself to watch
that video on the internet). Gross.
When I write about the spirit of the ‘little
turtle’ I write about the awe and essence of the “pequeñitito” (dear-little-one) 300 pound green turtles
that fight for their survival every season from July through October against
the hands of egg poachers in Costa Rica.
Next, a sloth sanctuary. I love the fact that
sloths do indeed smile at humans. How cool is that!!! So cool! I could easily
fall in love with a baby sloth. I wonder if Eric would like a baby sloth in our
home instead of a puppy. Just kidding.
Ciao;
Gabriela
P.S. Some of the rudest travelers I’ve met in
Costa Rica were the Danish from Denmark and sometimes the Germans. Oh, my Gods,
I felt pity for such a rude body of people. Holy cow! Talk about rude
Americans. Well, talk about rude Danish from Denmark. Insecure and mean
spirited. (Correction: from the “Dutch of the Netherlands” to the “Danish from
Denmark”.) My deepest apologies for the confusion!
When I was in the Netherlands I didn’t sense
the type of rudeness and meanness from the Dutch as I did encounter while I
travelled through Costa Rica last week and I didn’t encounter meanness from the
Dutch; I made a mistake because it was the Danish that were rude not the Dutch.
Thank you for the correction.
Remember, the Ticos and Ticas are not your
tourist slaves nor your entertainment whores.
P.S.S. I listened to two Caucasian American
men (for about an hour and a half) at the Costa Rican immigration talk about every,
and which way they were going to ‘fuck’ the Ticas while they were on vacation.
Oh, my heart hurt in the ways in which these
men spoke about my country’s women like they were pieces of meat, garbage and
shit.
Please, guard the beautiful Ticas and Ticos
from the mean Americans and Europeans. Ticos have become commodities to them. Why? When did this happen?
How very painful that tourism will turn other
cultures into economic slavery. I can’t bring myself to talk about the ways in which
these two bastard Americans were talking about the Ticas. My heart still hurts
just thinking about these cabrones. Hijos de Putas.
March 13, 2012
“Age appears to be best in four things; old wood best to burn, old
wine to drink, old friends to trust, and old authors to read.” - Sir Francis Bacon
“A wise man will make more opportunities than he finds.” - Sir Francis Bacon
“Choose the life that is most useful, and habit will make it the
most agreeable.” -
Sir Francis Bacon
“But men must know, that in this theatre of man's life it is
reserved only for God and angels to be lookers on.” - Sir Francis Bacon
“As the births of living creatures are at first ill-shapen, so are
all innovations, which are the births of time.” - Sir Francis Bacon
Happy Tuesday!
Aloha.
Okay, I’m only
going to explain it once.
First, Rush Limbaugh called all American women ‘sluts’. Can you
imagine it! A major sponsored radio network host called all American women sluts? What’s this era come to?
Second, Rush Limbaugh did not target nor
single out one female public figure and called her a ‘slut’ directly. I don’t
think that Sarah Palin is a ‘slut’ per say, but I do think she’s an idiot and
her policies define her as so.
Third, Rush Limbaugh is a sponsored radio
announcer not seen on cable Television. If Rush cares to call all America women sluts then get in line
with cable Television. Rush is an idiot and a dying dinosaur. He can say
whatever he wants but when he called all women sluts, well, that did it! Could
you imagine having the gull to insult a private young American female and a
private citizen? What an idiot. What an
idiot. Rush called all women of Iowa sluts. Wow! Period. Moving on.
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Topics still swimming around in my head,
“Afghan Women”, “Global Warming” (I finally figured out a great way to explain
global warming in ESL layman’s terms!), “Real Estate Bubbles” and “The Rude
American”.
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I’m supposed to blog, but I’m tired.
Many responsibilities were met today. It’s been
a long day. It’s gorgeous and sunny out and I think I’m going to sit back and
enjoy “Hamlet”. I can’t wait to meet Sir Francis Bacon “Shakespeare” in the
afterlife.
Oh, please don’t think for one moment that I
believe nor have I ever believed that “Shakespeare” the imposter idiot wrote
like Sir Francis Bacon did. Nope. I’ve been trying to master the English
language for the past 20 years and I’m still nowhere near mastery. There’s no
way that “Shakespeare” (the imposter) wrote with such mastery without a proper
education and without the mastery of his craft. No way! I’ll not fall for such
lies!
Our dearest “William Shakespeare”;
Our dearest Sir Francis Bacon; thank you!
Why, not? It happens. I’ve given my work away
for others to have them put their names on it. No, I didn’t sell my work, I
gave it away. I’ve also caught others using my work with their names on it.
It’s pretty funny and serious. Plagiarists. How boring. How hilarious! How
ordinary!
Ciao.
Gabriela
P.S. No, I’m not on Facebook nor on Twitter.
Sorry. I’ve become more and more private the older I get. Writing a blog,
weekly, is tough enough as it is. Thank you.
P.S.S. No, not all Harvard men are created
equal. A first generation Harvard man, today, will not be in the likes of those
whose family members have been attending Harvard since about 1636. There are
private clubs upon private clubs and familial memberships of the oldest
families that only those who know of each other can and are given codes and
keys to open doors. Otherwise, Harvard is an overpriced education. If you’re
not a member of one of the oldest families in the East Coast then you’ll not be
trusted by any one of them. Especially, if one tries to marry their daughters
then one will truly not become one of these men nor trusted with their names
and businesses. Simple as that. I have more opportunities as a woman without a
Harvard education than most Harvard graduates do because of the family in which
I come from. It’s all about whom I know and not what I do know. Sorry. Don’t
brag to me about Harvard graduates. I knew all about them long before an
application was ever sent in. I hate the attitude of a bragger who assumes that
I know nothing, much less an alcoholic bragger who has nothing to show for.
March 12, 2012
“The
rules are simple: they lie to us, we know they're lying, they know we know
they're lying, but they keep lying to us, and we keep pretending to believe
them.” - Elena Gorokhova
Happy Monday!
Aloha.
Correction: from “sward” (the upper layer of soil)
to “sword” (a bladed weapon).
Correction: From “fossil fuel being an
endangered resource” to “fossil fuel / oil continued as an infinite
reproductive natural resource”.
(I guess fossil fuel will most likely hardly
ever run out and gas could correction; 10 dollars a barrel right now. Gas being
expensive makes it primarily political not an endangered resource. So, gas is
not drying up anytime soon. What a lie, that gas is an endangered resource when
in reality gas / fossil fuel will be around long after man has killed everyone
off.)
Correction: From “bamboo being a tree” to
“bamboo is actually an ancient grass”.
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The Associated Press is a great place to
begin when trying to find factual information not made up infotainment.
CNN is manufactured propaganda “news” no
differently than that of Hitler, Stalin and Mao. Careful, don’t believe
everything you see, read or hear!
I don’t ever want to see Danny “the activist”
on any form of media or I’d say stone him to death. What a cabron.
Anderson Cooper ought to be fired for lying
to the entire Nation about the status of war in Syria but more so importantly
his producers ought to be fired for letting him “go on” the air with such
malarkey. Cooper lied to an entire country!
It’s not like Cooper lied to his mom. He lied
to every American worldwide. Why? Money? That can’t be it. Ratings? Nope.
Sensationalism? Yup. What a freak! Where’s Anderson Cooper’s third nipple? Can
you say, “Charles Jaco”? Of course you can! Who are these nitwitted infomercial
producers? Fire the whole lot. It’s one thing to lie to your mom, it’s quite
another to lie to the public in an open forum. No! No! No! That’s a no-no. Say,
‘No!’ when it most matters!
I took a sacred oath in documentary film
school not to lie in public open forums and I shall go to the grave doing so
because anybody can fact check me thus I must write, film and tell the truth as
close to the facts as much as possible. It’s the responsibility of any
media-head to keep their pants on, their tongues from wagging and facts on the
table at all times. Jesus! What’s
happened to this country with made-up propaganda and sensationalism?
Infotainment such as CNN, FOX News anything and The Onion are not real
sources of news information nor factual. Everybody
knows this, right? Right.
Hell, even Anderson Cooper did in fact use
made-up footage from Syria to “Wag the Dog”.
Can you imagine it? Anderson Cooper made-up phony news about
Syria in the recreation of war-torn Syria. What a loser like his female barmaid
counterparts. What’s with infotainment
lying and making up news to present to the American public with nipple and
crotch thrown in?
Piers Morgan wire-tapped into British
civilians’ private conversations: to ‘make-believe’ infotainment. Wow, what a
bunch of cynics. What a bunch of…
Why doesn’t infotainment have broadcasting
standards and responsibilities as those of the public and private sectors to
report facts? Just because infotainment is shallow, stupid and made-up, how can
they blatantly “make-up” fake Middle Eastern news with one hand and with the
other hand ask the audience to trust their reporting? What a pity and how
pathetic? Money. Money. Money.
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What’s with infotainment American women dressing like bar whores and
hussies? Do
these women only have 8th grade educations? Why do infotainment
women dress like modern barmaids? Are infotainment women not able to afford
professional wardrobes?
While reporting on the Middle East, American
female “Television-readers” like to flaunt their small cleavages, which,
creates such double standards and insults towards the women who get murdered in
the Middle East for just being born females.
Haven’t the American and infotainment women learned anything in the ten
long years of occupying Afghanistan? Haven’t
American women learned that sensuality and sexuality are luxuries in the world
today especially for those who are guarded in towers? What happens to your
sisters on the ground?
Our Afghan sisters suffer greatly because
they are alone, thus their daughters suffer greatly as well.
When infotainment American women get trapped
inside shallowness then they begin to think that they’re only being looked at
for their sexual appeal, which is very little, when they reveal everything in
tight barmaid T-Shirts.
In reality such women are being looked at
with great hopes that they will become great role models to younger women and
girls but they fail time and time again.
However, this has not been the case for
infotainment-readers, fashion models or women in Television in general, because
their male bosses in the industry tell such women that if they show off more
nipple, more crotch and more vagina then they’ll receive higher ratings, more viewership
and more fan mail. All the meanwhile: real-everyday women suffer at the hands
of these Television women and the stereotypes they portray for men to abuse,
rape and violently murder women, if not then to dismiss women completely.
We’re not out of the woods, yet, sisters. We’ve got a long way to go, baby.
Have American infotainment women no mercy and empathy for those female
dire and consequential lives which are lost and murdered under the command of
Afghan men and other women?
The more infotainment American women dress
like barmaids then the more the world will treat women in general with
brutality, disrespect and dismissal because, if, these infotainment sisters in positions of power can’t respect and take
themselves seriously-enough to stand up against male-chauvinistic bosses then
why should men in general respect women at all? Simple as that. I don’t
have to write a dissertation to get you to understand the power of clothing in
representation. If you don’t get it then go back to eighth grade and have a
paid teacher, scholar, professor teach you the power of presentation.
What did you learn in public school, anyway?
Wake up; nothing
is sexy in the world today when other women and little girls get mutilated,
raped and murdered around the globe for being born into the wrong gender,
culture and country of males.
Why don’t women in the infotainment industry take their jobs more
seriously about the type of difference that they could create in the world
today for the everyday women? Especially, when women still don’t get paid the same as men do while working in the
same jobs and in the same fields? Infotainment “readers” have got the barmaid look down, thus,
that’s really the only way to think of them, as reading hussies. You can take
the girl out of the bumpkin’-hussies but you can’t take the bumpkin’-hussies
out of the girl.
Nobody takes hussies seriously much less the
American public.
The American public desires clean change,
realness, meaningful, thoughtful, mindful, trust-worthy news, global
inclusiveness, seriousness, family astuteness, truth and presentable reporting
that doesn’t have to turn information into barmaids, whores and hussies to get
ratings. The audience can only imagine what such women must smell like urine and
smoke. The American audience has turned a corner and they are sick and tired of
being lied to, made fun of and forced to watch farm kids in cheap T-Shirts read
off the infotainment made-up news.
What happened to urban sophistication, intelligence and proper dialect? Where have all the true, real and wise
reporters gone? What happened to excellence and greatness in reporting? Why did
members of the media sell out?
Sincerely,
Gabriela
P.S. It’s time to get the hell out of
Afghanistan. The Afghans don’t trust the Americans and we don’t trust them.
Isn’t it enough that American soldiers, tortured, urinated, desecrated and
murdered Afghan women, children and men?
P.S.S. Afghanistan is still 15th
century. The Americans and our government ought not to believe that we can
change the Middle East when the Middle East is still medieval and 600 years
behind contemporary global cultures.
If America so much as ignorantly believes
that we can make a dent of difference in the Middle East then we are far more
ignorant than our Middle Eastern counterparts.
We, THE PEOPLE need to bring our troops home
from the Middle East and focus on our American education, infrastructure,
economy and future.
The Middle East just wants America out of the
way so that they can go back to fighting their Holy Wars, those, which, they’ve
been fighting for hundreds of years. American is a pesky fly in the scheme of
their Holy Wars. We’re miniscule and erratically stupid to the Middle East
because our people truly don’t understand the history of the Holy Wars.
America must not allow for Israel to use,
abuse and manipulate America into another Middle Eastern war or we may have
more to lose than just Iranian crude oil. We must not go to war. War is created
out of fear while peace is created out of strength.
March 9, 2012
“It's
the most unhappy people who most fear change.” - Mignon McLaughlin
“They
must often change, who would be constant in happiness or wisdom.”
- Confucius
“Everyone
thinks of changing the world, but no one thinks of changing himself.”
- Leo Tolstoy
“He
who rejects change is the architect of decay. The only human institution which
rejects progress is the cemetery.” - Harold Wilson
“If
there is anything that we wish to change in the child, we should first examine
it and see whether it is not something that could better be changed in
ourselves.” - Carl Jung
Happy Friday!
Aloha.
HA! HA! HA!
It’s funny as all get out watching American politicians be clowns but it’s
even funnier watching “supposedly” professional American journalists make
themselves the stupid subject matter of their own stories; it’s just pitiful to
watch.
One can’t help, but cringe at the stupidity
and recklessness of journalists’ careers. Their producers who tell them that it’s a good idea to become the story,
frankly, are either too green or too stupid for professional journalism. Little
kids filling adult shoes. Did producers
stop learning the ethics, values, morals and rules to journalism? What happened?
It’s more like a freak show than news worthy stories.
Please, don’t tell the audience about Syria.
Please show the audience Syria.
To see the shallow plights of journalists and
their photojournalists is like being told a lie. If it’s too dangerous a mission then stay home in your warm beds,
with fresh running water, electricity and safe streets. No body’s pointing a
gun to a journalist’s head to go to Syria and report about themselves. Yuck.
Sensationalism at its best.
Would
you like cotton candy with that? Wait and see: the audience waits for the
bearded lady to come out and show off her third nipple.
If journalists need face time then start a
video blog. If journalists have a real story to report then show it, don’t tell
the audience.
Why should the audience believe anything a journalist has to say? What
gives a journalist any authority over any subject matter? Journalists get paid
to report stories, so what makes a journalist an authority on anything? Not a
single thing except to report from the accounts of others; nothing more and
nothing less. Back to one. Back to the beginning. Start over again.
It’s as though the producers ran out of
content so they had to quickly throw their crew on the air, hoping nobody notices that there’s only
fluff to report and no real subjects were interviewed in the development of
any storyline, thus the producers live inside bubbles of make believe Candyland journalism. Would you like some popcorn with that while the audience waits for the
sword swallower to come out and perform?
A journalist is not an expert on anything except
reporting through and by the means of other people’s accounts, otherwise, the
journalist becomes skewed, manipulative and exploitive in the telling of
others’ suffering.
Who wants to be told anything? The audience wants to be shown so that they
may believe just a sliver of truth.
Only, people, who live, breathe and die on
their war torn lands can truly articulate what it means to be living through
those very adversities, which, they struggle through. Stories can’t be told by
a journalist’s sensationalized adventures into war zone countries, because then
the stories become careless and insincere no matter what great intensions the
journalist may have.
Is the story about the journalist or is the story about what war torn
humans, and what they are going through? It can’t be both. It’s either bought or it’s
sold.
It’s tough to believe such a dichotomy when
the audience knows very well that the journalists are getting paid and have access
to three square meals per day while the rest live in true and real suffering.
It’s too much of a lie to contend with, because, it mocks all of the values and
sacredness of journalism and the good will and good spirit of the seriousness
and importance of the work. Yes, work, which, journalists are abroad to do
without having to sensationalize and sell themselves.
The public wants to hear news stories from
the “horse’s mouth” (from the people) not from the manipulated words of
journalists and reporters. Oh, it’s almost painful to watch journalists be
amateurs knowing very well, that their producers made clowns out of them and
the public knows all, too, well not to fall for that type of sensationalism.
One must feel a little sorry for journalists
and their producers due to their lack of reporting abilities, responsibilities
and skills. Too bad. They fall short.
Could you imagine, what, that type of manipulation must do to
journalists’ careers, intrinsically?
Journalists know “a” deep and unspoken code;
never to become their news stories, no matter how much face time they may want
and yearn for, because then they’ve become the victims of their subjective
matter and who likes a weak reporter? Nobody. It’s tough for the audience to
trust them to be competent in doing their work.
Once a journalist becomes their stories then
they’re no longer a doctor, per say. They cross that thresh hold of no return
and embody their own victimization as ward patients in an insane asylum. Ha!
Ha! Ha! Funny. It’s a fine line between being a doctor and becoming a patient.
It’s a news fad. It’ll soon pass by because
journalists become the fools for the public. Deep down in the psychology of the
collective audience they won’t really trust those that are supposed to be
reporting on delicate subject matters thus they become viewed as puppets, as
caricatures and as characters, not as professional reporters and definitely
nothing to take seriously.
I had to laugh so hard at people’s commentary
in airports of journalists as war-torn adventurers and not as professionals.
If reporters and journalists don’t take their
jobs seriously and they join the ranks of “Reality Television” then the general
public does point, laugh and make fun of the journalists. How can they not? Pobresitos. Poor little ones. Forgive them for
being amateurs and unprofessional, however, don’t believe a word they say, for
now they’re just as much as part of the freak show rather than objectively
reporting about their subject matter.
Oh, wait, here comes the Elephant Man. Just
wait until you see this!
Con Amor,
Gabriela
March 8, 2012
“All
changes, even the most longed for, have their melancholy; for what we leave
behind us is a part of ourselves; we must die to one life before we can enter
another.” - Anatole France
Happy Thursday from Central America!
Aloha.
El Día Internacional de la Mujer Trabajadora o Día
Internacional de la Mujer.
Happy Women’s International Day.
My female rights-of-passage into adulthood began
this week. I’m excited to be here in Central America and to continue forth with
my Indigenous rituals, growth and learning. I’m wishing you love, patience,
laughter, sincerity and understanding of others.
In May 2012 I break free of my cocoon and begin
a new life as a butterfly. I leave my old life behind. This is quite
significant as an Indiana. Quite! I move forward as an adult in complete and
total calmness, tranquility and powerful approach with the full capacity and
ability to fly.
Con Amor,
Gabriela
March 7, 2012
“A truth that's told with bad intent beats all the lies you can
invent.” - William Blake
“I never lie because I don't
fear anyone. You only lie when you're afraid.” - John Gotti
“It is hard to believe that a man is telling the truth when you
know that you would lie if you were in his place.” - Henry Louis Mencken
“Men occasionally stumble over the truth, but most of them pick
themselves up and hurry off as if nothing had happened.” - Winston Churchill
“A lie is just the truth waiting to be itself. “ -Terri Guillemets
Happy Wednesday from Central America.
Aloha.
We’ve decided to stay in Costa Rica and go
and see a volcano instead of running around so I’ll run around by myself tomorrow.
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So, “mentirosa” means “liar" in Spanish
or "to tell stories". Ha! Ha! Ha!
I can count how many lies I’ve ever told and
why each and every single time I did it.
I can also count how many times others have lied
to me and about me and blamed it on me.
Those lies told by others aren’t mine. No,
Sir! They don't belong to me! Those individuals have to face their God’s with
those lies. I’ll be writing about each and every one of the lies I’ve ever told
so that I can have my Indian adulthood female rights-of-passage starting now.
I can’t wait to chap your asses with each
account of what happened to me and how I was cornered into lies. I hadn’t lied
before until I was faced with survival in the United States. When I became
adopted into slavery is when I told my first lie, that, I can recollect and a
bit of my soul died that day. I’m still mad as hell about it.
I had told “busy-bodies” that my birth mother was dead, which in fact she may still be
alive, today. (I don’t know. That’s not my quest in life.) However, telling
busy-bodies that my mother was dead made it easier on me than having to get
into a huge personal saga about my life story.
The last time I saw my birth mother I was six
years old and as well as I can tell she died to me that day that I saw her
leave the tin roof hut for the last time. She walked out that door and she
died. Case closed. Don’t ever ask me about my intimate and personal adopted
business unless you’re a close and intimate friend, otherwise, my life is none
of your goddamn business unless I offer information, first. Insulting and rude
Americans!
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On February 2005 I lied to a Minneapolis club
owner by saying the following to the impressionable man, “Yes, I went to
Harvard.” Which indeed, I have been to Harvard. Not once did I say, “I
graduated or attended classes at Harvard.” Impressionable idiot!
On February 2011, he didn’t recognize me, yet
with his overly friendly confidence and carelessness he handed me a line of
cocaine which I refused him.
What a funny world!
In 2005 the first time I ever met the club
owner, he, practically threw me out of his club for feeling that I had deceived
him and in 2011 he wanted me to snort blow with him. What an asshole.
Yes, I’ve lied 14 times in my life that I can really count but I’m being told by
psychologists that humans lie on average every ten minutes! Every ten minutes!
I just happen to be a shitty liar and get
caught every single time that I’ve ever lied. I can’t tell a lie to save my
soul. I’ve tried and died each time. Therefore, I’ve always suffered the
consequences in ways that others don’t know about.
Psychologists, friends of mine tell me not to
be too hard on myself, because every human is a liar. Liars! Mentirosos!
I could tell that the club owner wanted to be
impressed and so impressed him, I did.
My family has attended and graduated from
Harvard with Ph.D.’s and I haven’t.
I know Harvard.
I dated Harvard men in my twenties. My
favorite coffee shop in the entire world is, “Darwin’s” on Mt. Auburn Street. I
love the Harvard Coop Store and the homeless who sleep in the doorway; I know
Cambridge like the back of my hand because my family lived on Brattle Street.
Eat that for Costa Rican dinner.
Liar? Who are you calling a liar? Don’t give
me that shit.
So, the Minneapolis club owner practically
threw me out 30 minutes after my rather intoxicated friend blurred out, “You
didn’t graduate from Harvard! Your mother did!”
Six years later the club owner didn’t
recognize me and offered me a line of cocaine. What a disappointment. Every lie
I’ve ever told is like the cocaine snorting club owner.
Who’s
laughing now? I am!
Ciao;
Gabriela
March 6th,
2012
OSVALDO
SAUMA (Costa Rica, 1949)
hidden
in the night
a woman dances
like saying wings
she spreads her arms
from the air’s core
to the air’s rim
tilting between walls of shadow
to the voids of light
a
woman whirls
like a star
turns
on herself
graphs
the paths of chance
and its declensions dances
turns
like lifting a bird
from the earth’s grasp
raises a magnetic time
draws with a blazing coal
the red speech of the caves
spins
shakes
the childish fears
that call to us
from our innerness
a
woman dances
by herself
against adversity
at the wood’s heart
to quicken
the blind beat of life
dances on my wounds
to goad me
on the route of remorse
a
woman dances
alone against adversity
on the tumbling planet
against a snag in memory
flees on that flight of music
turns on herself
and bares to us a desire
that was driven from Paradise
Happy Tuesday!
Aloha.
Dinner in Costa Rica tonight was indeed
amazing!
I can’t believe how quickly my day in Costa
Rica flew by in the blink of an eye.
One-day doesn’t seem to cut it. I loved being
amongst the Ticos. Ah, I am home. I belong somewhere in the world without
people staring at me like I’ve got a hole in the brain.
It was a tremendously wonderful and quiet
dinner with “Arroz con Pollo”, “Ceviche” and “Papas Fritas” along with Costa
Rican beer, “Imperial”. I missed Eric tremendously.
Tentative plans for tomorrow, lunch in Panama
and dinner in Nicaragua.
If I don’t go too slow then, hopefully, I’ll get to everything that
I want to get to and back in time for some sleep in Costa Rica.
Tomorrow and Thursday are days to hang back
with Central American Ivy League friends, Tico family and relax to a slow pace
of Central American cuisine. I’ve yet to make it to Cuba for a Cuban cigar but
for now Haiti is next on my list, especially with a friend who’s deeply
involved in non-religious foreign relief aid there. I look forward to seeing
all the hard work and dedication that’s gone into saving thousands of lives.
What a life!
I’m grateful, indeed, to be alive tonight.
I’ve been listening to people all day long
and did stay quiet. I can’t wait to listen to what people have to say about
politics, tomorrow over long and gorgeous meals. I feel quiet, therefore,
listening and eating will make for a great combination. I’ll eat till my
heart’s content because I can’t find food like this anywhere in Minnesota.
Much Love, to a world that is indeed gorgeous
under a Costa Rican sky tonight. I’m so happy I could cry. Don’t worry I won’t.
I’ve got too much of that stoic Finn Minnesota stock in me. Not to mention New
England East Coast standoffishness.
(I’m extremely warm as a person but I’ve
learned to guard my heart with my life because frankly, I’m too damn nice for my own good. No, exaggeration! I’m supposed
to be scarred by a life of adversity early on, but really I’m still a kid at
heart who believes in astronomy, die hard friendships, laughter, wittiness and
sensibilities of the heart that go so deep it could make anybody smile. I like
people. I just pretend that I don’t so they don’t take liberties with me. I’ve
had to learn tough lessons about humanity. Thus, I’ve become extremely
discerning.)
Much love, If only you could see this Costa
Rican night sky.
Gabriela
March 5th, 2012
“I cannot teach you violence, as I do not myself believe in it.
I can only teach you not to bow your heads before any one even at the cost of
your life.” - Mahatma Gandhi
“It is better to be violent, if there is violence in our hearts,
than to put on the cloak of nonviolence to cover impotence.” - Mahatma Gandhi
“When I despair, I remember that all through history the ways of
truth and love have always won. There have been tyrants, and murderers, and for
a time they can seem invincible, but in the end they always fall. Think of
it--always.” - Mahatma Gandhi
“Freedom is not worth having if it does not connote freedom to
err. It passes my comprehension how human beings, be they ever so experienced
and able, can delight in depriving other human beings of that precious right.” - Mahatma Gandhi
Happy Monday!
Aloha!
Ha! Ha! Ha!
Fire Rush Limbaugh. What
a loser! Rush isn’t a role model, he’s a public racist and male chauvinistic
bully and by the look of some of the circles he keeps obviously he’s okay with
child rape by Pennsylvanian football coaches. Yes, it’s alright to make fun of
public figures but it’s not okay to make fun of private citizens. Get it
together! Comedians have all of the creative licenses in the world to poke fun
at public figures while public announcers don’t. Ha! Rush Limbaugh is so 20th
century. Rush is a dying dinosaur.
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Send Israel home!
What a bunch of little war mongers with
Napoleon Bonaparte small man complex.
I can say anything I want about the Jews and
the Israelites because I am the adopted daughter of a Jew. I was brought into
the Jewish faith through the slavery of adoption and well, we all know that
story, don’t we?
I’m sick and tired of Middle Eastern Jews
acting like a bunch of barking little dogs, nipping at other’s ankles. Hiding
behind the European Holocaust isn’t going to cut it any longer; nor hiding
behind America. With modern war attitudes like those of the Middle Eastern
Jews, then they may not make into the 6th cycle.
Careful, dear Jews; not, to blow your-selves
right out of the Middle East while bullying other’s out of their crude oil. If
others don’t want to share their oil and resources with another then they don’t
have to. It’s that simple. This bullying against the Iranians is all about oil
and bullying the Iranians isn’t going to make for peaceful negotiations,
complex diplomacy nor happiness.
If America goes to war against Iran then
America goes to war against our American Iranian friends, families and brothers
and sisters. How ghastly that we’d kill our loved ones overseas in the name of
some crude oil crusade of the Jews. War: all in the name of some mean spirited
God that wants others lands, resources and women isn’t a good enough excuse any
longer. This isn’t The Crusades anymore. Gross.
The Holocaust is no longer an excuse for
siding on the side of the Jews on war. No! Let’s move on from some guilt that’s
been deeply embedded into our American culture and we didn’t even create the
Holocaust that’s some European history that they’ll have to contend with, not
us.
We must now concentrate on Mexico and how
their people truly suffer in this new century’s Mexican Holocaust of a deeply
insane drug war that keeps getting overlooked. It’s not a safe time to be
travelling into Mexico right now, even if the government doesn’t make it a
public and official warning nor announcement then I will. It’s the difference
between life and death for Americans and tourists right now to enter into
Mexico.
No, I’m not an expert. Who wants to be an
expert when one could be a generalist? No, I’m not an official, a politician
nor an expert on anything except what I create with my own two hands, still yet
I’m a citizen and smart enough to use common sense.
Let’s get a few things correct in layman’s
terms, here. Now, the country of Israel is fat rich because of America. Israel
is a wealthy nation because America gives them substantial business subsidies
in a way that Minnesota’s governor wants to give the NFL a huge subsidy to
build their stadium unless legislature is willing to vote on the side of The
People. What a cup out! Huge companies that make millions upon millions get
subsidies from the government. What a tiny little loophole, no? Yes. Who is in
whose deep pockets? Gee, golly! I wonder?
Look, if you don’t know as a reader, then you
might as well know. It’s public knowledge that the media is owned by Jews who
call themselves Americans, yet they send a large majority of their money
overseas to Israel to further Israel as a country while Americans starve, go
homeless and uneducated.
Thus this American emotional commercial
Holocaust is paid for, brought to you by and created by Jews in hunger power
positions. I’m sorry, it’s that simple. It had to be said. The Jews have
created a commercial Holocaust in America because they took all of Adolph
Hitler’s propaganda campaigning rules and sold it to the Americans to push
crumby products, thus America lives in an emotional Holocaust.
Most everything you see in the media is
bought and shoved down the Americans throats by Jews. It’s a fact in the world today that America lives in an emotional
advertisers’ Holocaust due in part because the Jews let it happen while they
were supposed to be looking out for liberty, America’s pursuit of happiness and
justice.
What I can’t understand; why did the Jews;
after surviving the Holocaust unleashed such a fiery and hatred upon the world
through commercials, T.V. and media? I just can’t get my head around it. I just
gave it to you for free, that question would make an excellent doctoral
analytical thesis. Sick, isn’t it?
The Holocaust really injured the Jews souls
thus they took it out on America’s media which in turn takes it out on you as
the consumer to make you feel imperfect, sickly, ugly, less than, starved and to
make you feel as bad as the Jews did while surviving during the Holocaust.
Don’t tell me that I don’t know, because I
know perfectly well. I grew up with a traumatized German-Jew Great Aunt who survived
the Holocaust and all she could do was talk about the Holocaust long after she
moved to America and made a great and decent life in Weehawken, New Jersey as a
house wife and nurse all while stuffing $100.00 dollar bills and diamonds under
her mattress and in the floor boards in case the Holocaust happened again. That
was it. There was no life before or after the Holocaust. There was only the Holocaust.
My Great Aunt relived the Holocaust again and
again every single day of her life. No differently than our media replays the
pains, hurts and suffering of the Jews’ Holocaust history. Whether it’s done
consciously or subconsciously it’s not evidently apparent, but the Jews
continue to live in a wake of hurt set-in their path by and through the means of
their very own power because they can’t seem to answer the same questions as
the Aztec did before they seized to exist.
How did the Jews almost let themselves perish from the face of the
Earth? Creepy question to contend with as a
civilization, no? Yes. Perhaps, it has something to do with having agendas that
are centered-around inclusive Jewish cultural tunnel vision and not a global
community. War is exclusive not inclusive.
It all comes down to money…
I have no real money to speak of.
I have no real power like those of men.
I have no desires in the likeness of those
who run the world.
I have only breath of life.
If I must plea, then allow me for me to get
down on my knees.
If I must beg as an adopted American daughter
to an American Jewish Father then I beg for the safety and longevity of my
Iranian friends and their loved ones.
Please, the Iranians are fearful of their
future, their economy, and their little ones as any Jew would be also if they
were in the same situation as that of the Iranians.
Please, anything but war or starving
sanctions.
Please, don’t even consider killing my
Iranian friends. I can’t bare the thought of them starving by August 2012
because of American and Jewish sanctions.
Must we repeat the hatred of the past? Must we? Did we not learn
anything from the Nazis?
Please, I plea in the name of all those
who’ve e-mailed me to write something about this topic. Since the only power I have in this world as a
little turtle is to breathe words out unto the atmosphere and to write as an
Indiana wordsmith, I plea with you not to kill my friends, their friends,
families and children in Iran. I can’t bare the thought of each and every one
of their starvations. They would plead with anyone, if, it were me and my
family about to starve from imposed sanctions and war; come this August. They
would plea for me thus I plea for them.
All I could do was write prose in the name of
peace.
Much respect,
Gabriela
P.S. Now, I have some business to attend to.
P.S.S. We filled the tank in our car this
weekend and it felt like a punch to the nose by the American government and the
oil companies. Don’t you just feel the hatred of men and women in power?
*) I don’t always trust women as leaders
because I’ve met too many crazy and power hungry women. Collaboration is
overrated. Especially, when no one wants the status quo challenged. The lack of
challenge seems to lead systems towards more corruption.
March 8, 2012
“The flood of print has turned reading into a process of gulping
rather than savoring.” - Raymond
Chandler
“The moment a man sets his thoughts down on paper, however secretly, he is in a sense writing for publication.” - Raymond Chandler
Happy
Thursday!
Aloha.
March 7, 2012
“The more you reason the less you create.” - Raymond Chandler
“She jerked away from me like a startled fawn might, if I had a startled fawn and it jerked away from me.” - Raymond Chandler
Happy Wednesday!
Aloha.
March 6, 2012
“When I split an infinitive, God damn it, I split it so it will
stay split.”
- Raymond Chandler
“She gave me a smile I could feel in my hip pocket.” - Raymond Chandler
“From 30 feet away she looked like a lot of class. From 10 feet away she looked like something made up to be seen from 30 feet away.” - Raymond Chandler
Happy Tuesday!
Aloha.
March 5, 2012
“The minute you try to talk business with him he takes the attitude
that he is a gentleman and a scholar, and the moment you try to approach him on
the level of his moral integrity he starts to talk business.” - Raymond
Chandler
“Most critical writing is drivel and half of it is dishonest. It is a short cut to oblivion, anyway. Thinking in terms of ideas destroys the power to think in terms of emotions and sensations.” - Raymond Chandler
Happy Monday!
Aloha.
March 4, 2012
“Ability is what you're capable of doing. Motivation determines
what you do. Attitude determines how well you do it.” - Raymond Chandler
“An age which is incapable of poetry is incapable of any kind of
literature except the cleverness of a decadence.” - Raymond Chandler
“It
is pretty obvious that the debasement of the human mind caused by a constant
flow of fraudulent advertising is no trivial thing. There is more than one way
to conquer a country.” -
Raymond Chandler
Happy Sunday!
Aloha.
God, I love my closest friends for getting me
completely.
Well, my friends tell me that most humans
aren’t smart enough to know when an
artist is being facetious (tongue-in-cheek) or a “smart ass”. Thus, they tell
me that I must spell everything out for most audiences. I wish Amadeus was
alive. I adore him.
We sat back after I beat my male friend at a
few rounds of chess.
He looked up at me afterwards and about an
hour of philosophical conversation he said with the Ut-most earnest intent,
“Not only are you the most intelligent person I know,” he took a swig of his
locally brewed beer, “you’re also the smartest. I’m honored to know you.”
I blushed. I didn’t know what to say so I
went quiet. I wanted to crawl under the furniture. Fun!
Thank the Gods for close friends who catch on
to a wry sense of humor and who are smart enough to be intelligent enough to
know that smarts are about knowing how to do things and how to figure things
out while intelligence is about doing things by the book. One must be smart
enough to know how to be intelligent enough to be smart enough to read the last
line three times fast. Ha! Eat that for Nordic breakfast.
Yes, I’m aware that the main character in
“Black Swan” doesn’t deal well with the pressures of her profession, thus she
allows for her more neurotic tendencies to take precedence over her art, her
soul, her realities and her interactions.
As an audience member I care not if the poor
girl for a main character is insane or ill. That is beside the point, isn’t it? Yet, you’d have to be smart
enough to know that that’s beside the point to tease about it a little.
I believe that not only is the main character
psychologically ill but also that she is deeply lonely in a way that a soul can
get scarred, used and abused by a world with tunnel vision.
To be lonely and emotionally disturbed is to
have a distorted view of the world, therefore I have a good clue as to how to
deconstruct this character and give it analysis just by watching the film.
When I wrote; “I don’t get it.” And “I don’t
think that I’m smart enough for this film.” Go lick your toes. I’m too smart
for my own good to know how to write such a thing and get a reaction that’ll
make you consider if you’re smart enough to understand what I’m writing about
or not. Are you or aren’t you? Now,
you’ll be wondering if you are or you aren’t smart enough to consider... What?
Exactly! Ha!
Cheers,
Gabriela
P.S. I hope you have a great week!
March 2, 2012
“A man's friendships are one of the best measures of his worth.” - Charles Dickens
“A moral being is one who is capable of reflecting on his past actions
and their motives - of approving of some and disapproving of others.” - Charles Dickens
“A man who dares to waste one hour of time has not discovered the value of life.” - Charles Dickens
“A
scientific man ought to have no wishes, no affections, - a mere heart of stone.”
- Charles Dickens
“False
facts are highly injurious to the progress of science, for they often endure
long; but false views, if supported by some evidence, do little harm, for every
one takes a salutary pleasure in proving their falseness.” - Charles Dickens
“Ignorance
more frequently begets confidence than does knowledge: it is those who know
little, and not those who know much, who so positively assert that this or that
problem will never be solved by science.” - Charles Dickens
“I
am turned into a sort of machine for observing facts and grinding out
conclusions.” - Charles
Dickens
“At
some future period, not very distant as measured by centuries, the civilized
races of man will almost certainly exterminate, and replace the savage races
throughout the world.” -
Charles Dickens
Happy Friday!
Aloha.
I’m dealing with some severe sinuses! Ah! No,
I’m not really crying, I have leaky eyes and a runny nose.
Shall we dance?
How about…? I don’t know. Anything. You pick.
We can just stand here, enjoying each other’s company, say nothing and watch
everybody else dance.
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I’m not enthralled about the new mandated online Facebook life timeline.
(There, I said it! It’s taken me two months
to get up the courage to write that sentence on this public blog.)
No, not-at-all, however. Now, that Facebook’s
consumers are about to be mandated to yet another Facebook change, allow me to
freely speak my mind before this March 4th through 6th,
2012 change forcibly occurs. I’m not going to whine about anything because one
thing that I’m not is a little whiner.
{Anybody
who knows me well-enough knows that I don’t whine {unless I’m in severe
physical pain for long periods of time and when I can’t handle the pain any
longer then I complain}. Also I can and have held my temper back in
professional and personal situations. Goodness, that’s good for others because
I do hold a type of controlled rage (and compassion (like any bull) that could
make anybody wet their pants. I have that type of power inside of me, which I
keep myself from using unless I’m bullied. If I’m forced and turned into a
cornered animal then I am indeed dangerous as any cornered animal usually is.}
Ha! Lovely! Life sure is dynamic. Yin and Yang.
Please, forgive me for what I’m about to say in earnest.
Now, this new mandated and forced Facebook life timeline is not only a great
concept but it also has a horrible layout. The timeline is extremely busy and
difficult to visually navigate, not because it’s not simple but because it’s
chaotically busy and an entire individual’s life is compacted into a tiny
little space. Forgive me, but not only is this new timeline not user friendly,
it’s not really aesthetically pleasing. It’s a great concept! Great concept! But must the timeline be enforced like a
Gestapo Nation’s nightly curfew?
Must this great life timeline concept be reduced to a tiny space by creating
irrelevance to an entire individual’s life in value? Must this timeline force the consumer to live in barracks and nowhere
else? Why? Why must the consumer
accept only one reality and nothing else? Because someone is forcing the
consumer into a cramped space? I don’t get it. Are we cattle? Because, if consumers are cattle then I want to opt
out now, so that I may run freely amongst green pastures. I just want to be
free to choose.
I really don’t want to socialize online with
a huge neon sign that says, “This is my life and you’ll like it or else”. No, I
leave that up to an enforcer of Facebook for being a Maoist to begin with by
enforcing his serfs to a mandated timeline.
I really liked the idea in concept of a
newsfeed. One; could share information as it was happening without having to
catalogue everything for everyone to see forever.
I don’t need nor want to know other people’s
entire existences on Facebook from when they were born until they recently
attended to their personal business in the bathroom. I just don’t. It’s not
necessary. Life isn’t that way. You don’t meet people and get to know their
entire lives in one hour, unless they’re extremely lonely and in desperate need
for human contact. That’s it!
The timeline seems desperate, somehow.
Desperate to achieve, succeed and to tell all in as little time as possible.
It’s as though the layout of the timeline really wants to be known, heard,
petted; without others finding out that the timeline is lonely. You get my
point. Yes, I just made an inanimate object into an animated character.
I don’t know what engineers or artists created
the timeline layout but it’s not good enough because it’s vastly and it desires
so desperately to achieve what is not achievable in life, to tell everything
about an individual in one single breath. No, offense but how boring, really. Is somebody playing God? Brilliant concept
the timeline, but it falls short of its humanity, doesn’t it? I don’t
desire to know everything about everybody because then the conversation is
practically over before it began.
The timeline isn’t: for the lack of a better
word, romantico. The timeline is such a Western blind date with the creepy guy
and shit on his forehead. This new timeline seems to want to beat you over the
head with as much information about individuals as it possibly can muster, and
again, that’s like a nightmare boorish first date. The gal is just hoping,
wishing and praying that the weirdo will never call her again for a second
date, but she knows all too well that he’s going to be the creep that keeps
calling her and stocking her, forevermore; boring her to death with bad breath
and drunken slurred speech. Every gal’s got one of those in her closet. Oh, yes
we do! That’s when we change our phone numbers and move to another state.
I’m sorry but it had to be said.
Nevertheless, I don’t mean to be too critical,
however. Every time, that I’ve tried to navigate through other’s life timelines I’ve gotten frustrated
and wanted to opt out of Facebook completely and all together forever.
I think that Facebook is a great concept for
social online interaction, but I think that it’s not introverted enough for
those of us that have private personalities and who want to be social all at
the same time, yet with subtlety and without in-your-face approach to
interaction.
Silly, really. The new Facebook life timeline reminds me of a little
girl in ruffles with a Pollyanna approach to life still yet having to learn and
deal with the harsh realities of what it’s like falling three stories-up from
the roof of her aunt’s house, and possibly never having to walk again. Yikes.
Yes, all of your friends are here to
wish you a farewell, but we all know the reality, Facebook may not walk again.
No matter how much we wish it to be so and think happy lollipop thoughts, life
has a gruesome reality to it.
You get my point: This isn’t Eleanor H. Porter’s 1913
best-selling novel, Pollyanna. This
is 2012, the year of the Maya: A year of renewal going into the 6th
cycle with futuristic constructs set in structure so as to give humanity the
opportunity to choose not to be forced into aesthetics, values and consumerism.
Nobody wants porridge shoved down their throats. I rest my case. I’ve made many
valid points. You get it. Ruffles and all.
Personally, I don’t want to be forced to be
any particular type of consumer of anything.
It’s taken me four years and deleting 400
contacts to finally get to a place where not only do I love my Facebook set up
but I can finally trust my contacts to be moral, polite, sincere, honest, kind
and intelligent without being grabby of each other. I can respect online
contacts that don’t whore themselves over self-promotion, marketing and
stealing friends just because they have a need to be liked or known by everyone
in their small towns. How shallow. Please!
I wanted an online community / village that I
could trust not some crazy flussy who needed to have their ego stroked or some
distant contact that we had no relevance to each other’s existences. Let’s be
quite frank.
Also, high school is over. I like and respect
the people that I do have on my Facebook community because their actions spoke
volumes for them years ago not because they were popular. I wanted to be able
to trust my contacts to be authentically themselves. Otherwise, I’ve had no
qualms with deleting people from Facebook. Remember, people come with other
villages and if you can’t trust them and their villages then they’re no good to
you and your village. I’ve become extremely particular about my company the
older I get. It’s that simple for me. I’m an alpha.
I’m not someone who cares to have my every
move mapped out for others to see. I’m more quiet and subtle when it comes to
online interaction. I’m seriously considering quitting Facebook only because I
don’t want to be mandated and forced to yet another Facebook change, when I’ve
bent over backwards to make so many changes along with Facebook’s growing
pains. I want the freedom of choice.
I want to be an adult who can and does keep
her friend’s list hidden, who’s every move isn’t monitored like communist China
and who has the freedom to be an introvert without having to be overt about
communicating online. Do you understand?
I don’t want my every photograph and piece of writing to be seen by the entire world.
My life isn’t an open book, so why should my online social interactions
become an open book now? That concept is ludicrous and well, frankly
not very adult to expect the entire world to like wearing their underwear
inside out. No, Sir! No, thank you. That’s not for me. What I don’t like about
the new Facebook life timeline is
that it’s forcing me to be and act like an extrovert and that drives me to a
point of irritation that I won’t explain.
I’ve been frustrated with Facebook from the
start, but more so with its forced attitude about consumerism. I want to
believe in the value of Facebook as much as I want to believe in the value of
Google as humanitarian tools, but the moment I’m forced to conform to something
that I don’t even find remotely attractive nor aesthetically pleasing don’t
think that consumers won’t consider jumping into the game and licking everyone
for being amateurs and pushy. Please! The cat’s out of the bag. Now all
inventors and investors must do is tap into that fountain of mass social media
and create serious social change.
I gave up MySpace a few years back because I
lost my password and LinkedIn, well, everybody has an account but nobody
ever really took it seriously enough to use it. I lost the password to that
also in the first week. It’s considered, dorky. You know, to take it seriously.
I never really cared. It’s easy not to care about social online media because,
if you really want to hang with your pals, then you just call them up and hang
with them. What else is there? It’s
life.
Nothing is special and nothing lasts forever
yet I want to believe that being a part of this online cultural revolution is
worth it without being forced into submission otherwise it’s another gimmick
that forces a consumer into date-rape and well, who’s fond of that?
I have nothing more to say about this.
I gave it two months of consideration.
Cheers,
Gabriela
P.S. I hope you have an amazing weekend. Much
love!
P.S.S. Dear Iranian citizens and civilians;
American citizens and civilians love you!
*) If you’re a public figure, then by default
you’re a role model. Buck up!
*) R.I.P Andrew Breitbart.
*) I’m just now catching up with the week’s news. My goodness,
tornadoes. I had no idea how bad it was! Oh, dear America.
March 1, 2012
“The first rule of business is: Do other men for they would do you.” - Charles Dickens
“There
are dark shadows on the earth, but its lights are stronger in the contrast.”
- Charles Dickens
“No one is useless in this world who lightens the burden of it to
anyone else.” - Charles Dickens
“Reflect
upon your present blessings of which every man has many - not on your past
misfortunes, of which all men have some.” - Charles Dickens
“Send
forth the child and childish man together, and blush for the pride that libels
our own old happy state, and gives its title to an ugly and distorted image.” - Charles Dickens
Happy Thursday!
Aloha.
Introduction:
Allow me to reiterate once more for you guys: Yes,
writing is my hobby. Yes, two investors sponsor this blog space. Yes, I have a
day job as a documentary filmmaker. Yes, I’m the boss of my own work. No, I
don’t have people telling me what and how I ought to work daily which means I’m
highly disciplined in my approach to work.
No, I don’t have to go looking for advertisers
and part time work to support this blog space. Yes, I could stay home and pick
my nose all day long if I wanted to but I must write and edit for at least two
hours a day to complete a grand total of 5,000 hours in 10.4 years of online
writing. Does that answer everybody’s
questions?
Yes, this blog will last 10.4 years or until
I get my 5,000 hours of disciplinary writing practice in. Then, I hope to write
novels in the woods. Yes, we live in the city in a flat because we work in the
city. Yes, we’ve been trying to buy our flat from our slum landlord for five
long years and level the place. Yes, our dream is to retire in a decade and go
live off the grid but in a clean and organized, computer savvy and sauna
hygiene home. Yes, I’d like to grow a lead-free vegetable garden.
No, I’m not “really” crabby. When I write about being “crabby” that’s my literary
alter ego. Yes, I’m spelling it out for you so that there’s no confusion. No
fun! I ought to take an Amadeus approach and make fun, but I dare not. (Cheeky!)
Cheers.
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Alright, let’s dance!
How about a Powwow?
What do you mean 2/3 of the American
population is diabetic?
(Oh, I just had to take a deep breath just
writing the above sentence.)
My goodness, what’s happened to the United State of America in the last twenty five
years alone? What do you mean that most of the information about diet and
obesity, diabetes and heart disease is mostly factually incorrect information
through the media and through health gurus? I could become unwell anytime
soon just listening to that.
I had to take another deep breath.
Early this morning I was startled out of a
dream. A dream which answered my question; why
are Americans so unhappy and dissatisfied? I’ve been asking this question
for years before I’ve fallen asleep and this morning I received the answer in
some liquid form dream.
The dream plainly spoke to me and said, “Most
of the information Americans receive through the media is false. Americans know
that it’s false but they don’t know, how, it’s false so most Americans are
frustrated in a world that tells them how they ought to be free and yet they
feel confined and jailed everyday of their lives through the very lies they’re
told. Americans are slaves to their own system.” I woke up sweating.
If you know anything about Indian perspective
then you’ll come to realize that many Indian cultures teach from an early age
that our dreaming reality is more real than our waking reality. Did that make sense to you?
I don’t expect that concept to have made much
sense to you.
I trust in my dreams more than I do in the
men of flesh and blood. This reality in which we sleepwalk is not as real as
the sleeping reality of our dreams.
I’m trying to convey something deeply
profound and sincere to you as Westerns but I shall fail each and every time
because it takes upbringing to understand the subtleties and the poetry behind
this concept of duality in realities. I don’t expect you to understand, do
follow along as best as you can.
Let’s talk about Western realities: what makes commercialism and marketing so
mean, destructive, cynical, shallow, greedy, bigoted, preachy, whorish and
two-faced?
The fact is that Dr. Paul
Joseph Goebbels was Hitler’s right hand man on his propaganda campaigns. The
very same manipulative marketing rules that were used in Hitler’s propaganda
are the very same marketing rules that advertisers use today. This is a fact.
Ergo,
if you feel angry, upset, frustrated and disappointed in a mean and shallow
Western world, then you must first understand how this came about. It has come
about through and by the means of Nazi propaganda in approach to selling
Americans dreams, hopes and values. These empty values are to distract you from
the truth that you’re about to head into “the showers”. If, not already then
the commercial world has you naked and ready for the gas chambers of
Auschwitz.
Let’s
face the ugly truths. Let’s face this ugly and mean American reality that if
you let yourselves be seduced by advertisers and marketers then you’ll surely
be conned, kicked-in-the-face and sabotaged at being a human every single day
of one’s lives.
You
must be aware of the manipulation in order not to give into such atrocities.
If
my adopted ancestors would’ve known that they were being stripped naked to be
thrown to their deaths, then there would’ve been massive panic and I can
guarantee it that my ancestors would’ve revolted rather than passively and
willingly head into the gas chambers. If, not, for their sakes then at least
they would’ve fought bravely for their offspring. What a death, to be conned
into death. Ignorance is not bliss. Ignorance is sheer stupidity and deep
sadness for the ugly truths that must be faced about humanity.
Now,
nobody panic because this vessel can and will be stirred well, with finesse and
refinement. What humans have on their corner is wisdom and a great deal of
understanding for greater knowledge.
Americans
have become unhappy and dissatisfied because they are lied to at every
opportune chance that a system may get. Americans are unhappy because deep down
inside they know that they could’ve been wiser, more intelligent and healthier
than they are now.
Americans
have become unhappy and dissatisfied because our leaders for captains jumped
ship. Now we have a loss of life on our hands, that, which no one seems to want
to take full responsibility not only for sinking the ship but also for killing
innocent bystanders such as those with diabetes, heart disease and obesity.
American
politicians lie. The tube lies. Preachers lie. Priest lie. Leaders lie.
Teachers seduce and rape children. Native American men rape and kill Native
American women and children. Preachers rape little children. Lies. Lies. Lies.
And more lies. What spell are you under?
Don’t
panic. It’s not something to panic over. The greatest power and will that we
have as a body of citizens and civilians is to command more from ourselves. If our
leaders won’t lead then THE PEOPLE then THE PEOPLE must lead them-selves in
each and every possible way towards a more humane future.
How
about we start with the falsity of Darwin’s Theory
of Evolution by Natural Selection; “Survival of the Fittest” no longer
applies to an overpopulated Earth only to sports and wayward competition. It’s
an archaic concept in notion that if we compete then we’ll survive. If we
compete then we’ll kill each other off, now, more than ever that we’re so
overpopulated. Think! Men, think!
Try:
compassion, understanding and complex thought process to create change.
Being
“wishy-washy shallow nice” isn’t going to cut it any longer. Being authentic is
nice, but being extraordinarily responsible and compassionate to your villages
is a gift that we cannot afford to sneer at under some catatonic passive
aggressive sleep. Wake Up! America! Rise, from your magic spell. Wake up! Wake
up! Wake up! You’re falling asleep in the snow.
I challenge
our brothers and sisters of the corporate marketing, advertising and public
relations world to make intelligence, “the new sexy”, to stop making fun of
women as idiots or sex symbols in order to sell cheap and crappy products
because women are fighting the gender war of their lives. Can’t you see? Women
have a tough time being women in society as it is because society wants to rape
them at every chance it gets in any way possible. Wake up. Your daughter’s plea
with you. Wake up! Please!
I
challenge you to wake up because women are getting raped, sexually exploited
and sexually abused; here on ground zero, due to your castle-in-the-sky wet
dreams and fantasies about what you think
women are or aren’t to you as symbolic sex slaves.
Women
and girls are being dehumanized through your idiotic Barbie notions of
sexuality. I challenge you to think and to produce something of awe, wonder and
splendor to the world. You owe them as much. I challenge you to be real.
Welcome to reality, it’s a nice place to visit and even a nicer place to live.
Come on! Why must you be so cheap,
belittling, stupid, cunning and such commercial whores? Come on! The world
is tired of carrying you and your big fat bonuses around. We’re tired of giving
you free piggyback rides in exchange for crappy products and shallow idealisms
of what women ought to do in exchange for sex. Walk! You’ve got legs.
Really,
are you really going to allow for Americans to grow fatter, ill and die through
your misinformation? No wonder Americans are so frustrated with a world of
power that wants them naked and ready for the gas chambers.
Doesn’t
anybody care that our American people die through lack of education,
reformation and regulations. Socialize health care! Otherwise, the medical
conglomerates along with the politicians and government are out for blood to
kill their own citizens in exchange for a few pieces of silver. Whatever happened to preventative medicine?
As
for the media, stop telling the Americans stupid words, information and
stories. Please, start reporting various points of view along with facts.
Otherwise, it’s simply just another infomercial.
I
know, I know. “Less is more” but sometimes less
isn’t more. Sometimes, less is a 30-second commercial that hates your guts.
Sometimes less is shallow, irrelevant and cunning with persuasion to think less
therefore to dehumanize more.
Editing
is all about cutting down on text, but this had to be written because every
Indian knows that when we speak; we speak, with value not to hear ourselves
speak, rather to bestow wisdom upon another. I’m exhausted. I gave you every
intelligent and whipping thought I had about this. Thank the Gods I don’t carry
around a whip.
Humanity
is at the end of the 5th “world” or “cycle”. Humanity has got to get
its soul, spirit and caring nature back. Why
has humanity allowed for Nazi propaganda to rule? Has humanity not learned
anything? We’re ending the 5th cycle with an emotional Holocaust
of the soul. How injured is humanity?
Quite. We must begin to live and create new kinder doctrines and rhetoric going
into the 6th cycle or we may not live to see many more cycles. I
hate being preached at and forced into submission by advertisers and religion.
They’re one in the same to me. Humanity must fight for justice to be free of
metal evils, rude pressures and mean spiritual injustices which makes all men
slaves to each other’s power.
When
I see children selling products I think of whores, now that notion is inside
your head and unto the universe. I boycott products with children selling
anything because every responsible adult knows that it’s wrong to treat kids
like prostitutes.
I’m
done speaking.
I
know what I’m talking about and so do you.
I
have nothing more to say to you.
Ciao;
Gabriela