Annabella was the hottest girl with a mohawk...
Wednesday, November 15, 2006
Wednesday, November 08, 2006
Monday, October 02, 2006
Hey, at least I won't need sunblock...
Third Level of Hell
the third circle, you find yourself amidst eternal rain, maledict, cold, and heavy. The gluttons are punished here, lying in the filthy mixture of shadows and of putrid water. Because you consumed in excess, you meet your fate beneath the cold, dirty rain, amidst the other souls that there lay unhappily in the stinking mud. Cerebus, a canine monster cruel and uncouth with his three heads and red eyes, dwells in this level. He growls and tears at the damned with his teeth and claws.
Dante's Inferno Test
the third circle, you find yourself amidst eternal rain, maledict, cold, and heavy. The gluttons are punished here, lying in the filthy mixture of shadows and of putrid water. Because you consumed in excess, you meet your fate beneath the cold, dirty rain, amidst the other souls that there lay unhappily in the stinking mud. Cerebus, a canine monster cruel and uncouth with his three heads and red eyes, dwells in this level. He growls and tears at the damned with his teeth and claws.
Dante's Inferno Test
Thursday, September 14, 2006
Miss you Ann
Ann Richards
RIP
"I am delighted to be here with you this evening because after listening to George Bush all these years, I figured you needed to know what a real Texas accent sounds like."
RIP
"I am delighted to be here with you this evening because after listening to George Bush all these years, I figured you needed to know what a real Texas accent sounds like."
Sunday, July 23, 2006
Canicula
Canicula…
Is the Spanish word for ‘dog days’ of summer. You can literally feel it in the air. Muggy, hot, steamy, the sun is hazy and relenting. We just got a heat wave that was intense and a crime wave that just give people another reason to stay inside. The streets aren’t as lively, the traffic is slower, even the tourists look a like they would rather be somewhere else.
We hit the dog days of this administration; with worthless meetings and a hollow leader who is memorable for his lack of table manners and personal space. We have a war going on in the Middle East, a human tragedy of Iraq and a threatening North Korea…but we are worried about gay marriages. We are a lost people, still reliving the attacks of 9/11, unfocused and depressed. America, you have PTSD. We’re like the Vietnam vets who still wear their vests full of patches and work at the convenience store; takes antidepressants and drinks, who never fulfilled our potential, who can snap at any moment.
Canicula… I’ve entered my own personal dog days. I am so tired, I have a full load of summer classes, just started a new job at the children’s hospital working as a psychometrician. I am ending my other job really, really soon. So, 40 hrs a week of work and 3 grad courses, with a 2 weeks break in august. I sometimes think I am too old for this, working really hard, hardly having any free time. Then my girlfriend reminds me what it’s all about. I will say she is my saving grace. Always there to give me a kick in the pants! Thankfully, we do have some fun together. We had a nice time on the 4th of July—DC is a great place for the holiday, saw the fireworks with our friends at the national mall. My GF’s birthday was a week ago and we spent it at Rehoboth Beach, a cute little beach town in Delaware. It has an old fashioned boardwalk, nice little boutiques and lots and lots of gays and lesbians. Not bad for Delaware! Anyway, it was nice to get away and spend it with my girl.
Canicula… I recently learned that my ex-girlfriend is getting married, not a Massachusetts kind of marriage but a run of a mill heterosexual one. My first reaction wasn’t one really. I was kind of ambivalent about it. Then I started to think about it... I should have stayed ambivalent. I won’t get too personal (I do have homework to do) but I was reminded about this essay I read by Carla Trujillo, called interestingly enough “till men do us part”. I remember reading this during the relationship with my ex and having a feeling of foreshadowing. I remember reading the last paragraph
Is the Spanish word for ‘dog days’ of summer. You can literally feel it in the air. Muggy, hot, steamy, the sun is hazy and relenting. We just got a heat wave that was intense and a crime wave that just give people another reason to stay inside. The streets aren’t as lively, the traffic is slower, even the tourists look a like they would rather be somewhere else.
We hit the dog days of this administration; with worthless meetings and a hollow leader who is memorable for his lack of table manners and personal space. We have a war going on in the Middle East, a human tragedy of Iraq and a threatening North Korea…but we are worried about gay marriages. We are a lost people, still reliving the attacks of 9/11, unfocused and depressed. America, you have PTSD. We’re like the Vietnam vets who still wear their vests full of patches and work at the convenience store; takes antidepressants and drinks, who never fulfilled our potential, who can snap at any moment.
Canicula… I’ve entered my own personal dog days. I am so tired, I have a full load of summer classes, just started a new job at the children’s hospital working as a psychometrician. I am ending my other job really, really soon. So, 40 hrs a week of work and 3 grad courses, with a 2 weeks break in august. I sometimes think I am too old for this, working really hard, hardly having any free time. Then my girlfriend reminds me what it’s all about. I will say she is my saving grace. Always there to give me a kick in the pants! Thankfully, we do have some fun together. We had a nice time on the 4th of July—DC is a great place for the holiday, saw the fireworks with our friends at the national mall. My GF’s birthday was a week ago and we spent it at Rehoboth Beach, a cute little beach town in Delaware. It has an old fashioned boardwalk, nice little boutiques and lots and lots of gays and lesbians. Not bad for Delaware! Anyway, it was nice to get away and spend it with my girl.
Canicula… I recently learned that my ex-girlfriend is getting married, not a Massachusetts kind of marriage but a run of a mill heterosexual one. My first reaction wasn’t one really. I was kind of ambivalent about it. Then I started to think about it... I should have stayed ambivalent. I won’t get too personal (I do have homework to do) but I was reminded about this essay I read by Carla Trujillo, called interestingly enough “till men do us part”. I remember reading this during the relationship with my ex and having a feeling of foreshadowing. I remember reading the last paragraph
“ It’s been over a year since I wrote that letter to Becky. I haven’t heard a word from her. I don’t know if she got married and had the baby she always dreamed of. I don’t know if her father and her sweet grandma are still with us. I don’t know what her nephew is learning in school or what’s happening with her sister and brother. I don’t know anything anymore about Becky or her family I once adopted as mine. I’ve accepted the fact that Becky does not want me in her life. What’s really hard to accept is why.”I closed the book and felt a chill down my spine.
Saturday, July 08, 2006
Sunday, June 18, 2006
4 things
A meme that I stole (can you steal a meme?) from Republic of T.
4 jobs you’ve had:
- A "rides hostess" at Six Flags Great America
- Video rental clerk
- a reader of essays on standardized tests
- sold men's ties at Marshall Fields
4 movies you could watch over & over:
4 places you’ve lived: (I only have 3!)
4 tv shows you love to watch:
- Big Love
- Sex and the City (guilty pleasure#1)
- L Word (guilty pleasure #2)
- Frontline
4 places you’ve been on holiday:
4 websites you visit daily:
4 of your favorite foods:
- frosted flakes
- fried chicken (can't have it often, sigh)
- tacos (if I didn't put this down, my Mexican card would be revoked)
- Lobster thermidor aux crevettes with a Mornay sauce served in the Provençale manner with shallots and aubergines, garnished with truffle paté, brandy and with a fried egg on top and spam
4 places you’d rather be:
- Beach resort in Hawaii (I assume it's better than DC in the summer)
- New York City with friends
- Paris, Rome, London, Madrid (any of them)
- happy, healthy and comfortable
4 lucky people to tag:
- Opal
- La gran Tirana
- Hiptoniq
- You reading this!
Saturday, June 17, 2006
Head first
Found this at the corner of harvard and 16th in my neighborhood. I think it's the same artist that did this.
Tuesday, June 06, 2006
Saturday, June 03, 2006
Bush is Number 1!
Congratulations America! You elected the worst president in the last 60 years! What are you going to do to celebrate this achievement? Ban Gay marriage of course! God bless America!
Tuesday, May 16, 2006
Dear Mr. President
Dear Mr. President
Come take a walk with me
Let's pretend we're just two people and
You're not better than me
I'd like to ask you some questions if we can speak honestly
What do you feel when you see all the homeless on the street
Who do you pray for at night before you go to sleep
What do you feel when you look in the mirror
Are you proud?
How do you sleep while the rest of us cry?
How do you dream when a mother has no chance to say goodbye?
How do you walk with your head held high?
Can you even look me in the eye
And tell me why
Dear Mr. President
Were you a lonely boy
Are you a lonely boy
How can you say
No child is left behind
We're not dumb and we're not blind
They're all sitting in your cells
While you pave the road to hell
What kind of father would take his own daughter's rights away
And what kind of father might hate his own daughter if she were gay
I can only imagine what the first lady has to say
You've come a long way from whiskey and cocaine
How do you sleep while the rest of us cry
How do you dream when a mother has no chance to say goodbye
How do you walk with your head held high
Can you even look me in the eye
Let me tell you bout hard work
Minimum wage with a baby on the way
Let me tell you bout hard work
Rebuilding your house after the bombs took them away
Let me tell you bout hard work
Building a bed out of a cardboard box
Let me tell you bout hard work
Hard work Hard work
You don't know nothing bout hard work
Hard work Hard work
Oh, How do you sleep at night
How do you walk with your head held high
Dear Mr. President
You'd never take a walk with me
Would you?
Sunday, May 14, 2006
Thursday, May 04, 2006
Real Mexican Included
A Poem By Messitza
(check her site!)
(or how to tell if a mexican if authentic)
so what if i were a mexican strapped with a gun?
you know, a bandido, an insurgente
a romanticized rebel with olive skin and piercing eyes.
or if i were this hardcore troubled youth
sureña chola gangstacita
with switchblade in the back pocket
and a crucifix around my neck.
would that be good?
how about if i was serving you
some of that real mexican food
un plato de cultural purity,
un plato de mexican monoculturalism
because of course all mexicans are the same
and so is the food.
what if i were the beautiful mexican woman
the one people write songs about
like a sexy mexican maid
a tijuana mama, a hot
blooded maria garcia chichitecameca
the kind that makes mexican women look h-o-t
in a strategically torn blouse and erect nipples
like almost dead
in the arms of a seriously muscular aztec warrior
at the foot of popocatepetl,
like any of those big tittied mexicanas
in those authentic taqueria calendars
or printed onto short sleeved t-shirts.
of course let's not mention the mexicans
who are whiter than the u.s.a.
or the indios who don't speak spanish
the black mexicans
the biggest city in the world kinda mexicans
the mexican jews
the messy mestizos.
because it's so much easier to talk about
real mexicans and
real mexican food
and real mexican crafts and
real mexican kitsch
and real mexicans for sale
special limited time offer!
(check her site!)
Real Mexican Included
real mexican included with every enchilada(or how to tell if a mexican if authentic)
so what if i were a mexican strapped with a gun?
you know, a bandido, an insurgente
a romanticized rebel with olive skin and piercing eyes.
or if i were this hardcore troubled youth
sureña chola gangstacita
with switchblade in the back pocket
and a crucifix around my neck.
would that be good?
how about if i was serving you
some of that real mexican food
un plato de cultural purity,
un plato de mexican monoculturalism
because of course all mexicans are the same
and so is the food.
what if i were the beautiful mexican woman
the one people write songs about
like a sexy mexican maid
a tijuana mama, a hot
blooded maria garcia chichitecameca
the kind that makes mexican women look h-o-t
in a strategically torn blouse and erect nipples
like almost dead
in the arms of a seriously muscular aztec warrior
at the foot of popocatepetl,
like any of those big tittied mexicanas
in those authentic taqueria calendars
or printed onto short sleeved t-shirts.
of course let's not mention the mexicans
who are whiter than the u.s.a.
or the indios who don't speak spanish
the black mexicans
the biggest city in the world kinda mexicans
the mexican jews
the messy mestizos.
because it's so much easier to talk about
real mexicans and
real mexican food
and real mexican crafts and
real mexican kitsch
and real mexicans for sale
special limited time offer!
Monday, May 01, 2006
Mission Accomplished
From Think Progress..
| May 1, 2003 | May 1, 2006 | |
| U.S. Troops Wounded | 542 | 17,469 |
| U.S. Troops Killed | 139 | 2,400 |
| Size of U.S. Forces | 150,000 | 132,000 |
| Size of Iraqi Security Forces | 7,000-9000 | 250,500 |
| Number of Insurgents | 5,000 | 15,000-20,000 |
| Insurgent Attacks Per Day | 8 | 75 |
| Cost to U.S. Taxpayers | $79 billion | $320 billion |
| Approval of Bush’s Handling of Iraq | 75% | 37% |
| Percentage of Americans who Believe The Iraq War Was “Worth Fighting” | 70% | 41% |
| Bush’s Overall Job Approval | 71% | 38% |
Thursday, April 13, 2006
La Queen Sucia Speaks Up
I will say I haven't read Alisa's Valdez-Rodriguez' books. My impression she's like a Latina version of Terry McMillan. She was a journalist (like Terry McMillan) and wrote novels about women and relationships (like Terry McMillan). I don't know if she married a gay guy (like Terry McMillan). I'm sure if she read this she will probably say "read my books!" It's on my list, mkay? Anyhoo..
Alisa has become a cyber-chingona of late. On her blog called La Queen Sucia , she has taken to task xenophobes like Lou Dobbs (Slobbs) and ignorant people like internet pendejos Michael and Benita .
So, I'm glad like people like Alisa a speaking up and spreading knowledge.
Alisa has become a cyber-chingona of late. On her blog called La Queen Sucia , she has taken to task xenophobes like Lou Dobbs (Slobbs) and ignorant people like internet pendejos Michael and Benita .
So, I'm glad like people like Alisa a speaking up and spreading knowledge.
Tuesday, April 11, 2006
Friday, April 07, 2006
We are Not a Minority
Just a friendly reminder...April 10, there will be actions all over the country in support of immigrant rights. March as though your life depended on it...
Saturday, April 01, 2006
Wednesday, March 22, 2006
funny money
this is how much this blog is worth....
my luck, this thing is worth more than I make in a year...
My blog is worth $67,744.80.
How much is your blog worth?
my luck, this thing is worth more than I make in a year...
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