December 30, 2011
“We are made wise not by the recollection of our past, but by the
responsibility for our future.” - George Bernard Shaw
Happy Friday!
Aloha.
Happy New Year’s!
Here’s to you and my favorite song of all
time.
It always strikes a chord in my heart for all
those I’ve forgotten and never thought upon.
Auld
Lang Syne
Should Old Acquaintance be forgot,
and never thought upon;
The flames of Love extinguished,
and fully past and gone:
Is thy sweet Heart now grown so cold,
that loving Breast of thine;
That thou canst never once reflect
on Old long syne.
CHORUS:
On Old long syne my Jo,
in Old long syne,
That thou canst never once reflect,
on Old long syne.
My Heart is ravisht with delight,
when thee I think upon;
All Grief and Sorrow takes the flight,
and speedily is gone;
The bright resemblance of thy Face,
so fills this, Heart of mine;
That Force nor Fate can me displease,
for Old long syne.
CHORUS
Since thoughts of thee doth banish
grief,
when from thee I am gone;
will not thy presence yield relief,
to this sad Heart of mine:
Why doth thy presence me defeat,
with excellence divine?
Especially when I reflect
on Old long syne.
December 29, 2011
“We learn from experience that men never learn anything from
experience.” - George Bernard Shaw
Happy Thursday!
Aloha.
December 28, 2011
“We have no more right to consume happiness without producing it
than to consume wealth without producing it.” - George Bernard Shaw
Happy Wednesday!
Aloha.
December 27, 2011
“We must always think about things, and we must think about things
as they are, not as they are said to be.” - George Bernard Shaw
“The only service a friend can really render is to keep up your
courage by holding up to you a mirror in which you can see a noble image of
yourself.” - George Bernard Shaw
Happy Tuesday!
Aloha.
Happy Birthday to our beloved all these 17
years later…
December 26, 2011
“What a man believes may be ascertained, not from his creed, but
from the assumptions on which he habitually acts.” - George Bernard Shaw
Happy Monday!
Aloha.
December 23, 2011
“We are all dependent on one another, every soul of us on earth.” - George Bernard Shaw
Happy Friday!
Aloha.
December 22, 2011
“We don't stop playing because we grow old; we grow old because we
stop playing.”
- George Bernard Shaw
Happy Thursday!
Aloha.
December 21, 2011
“There is no sincerer love than the love of food.” - George Bernard Shaw
“Use
your health, even to the point of wearing it out. That is what it is for. Spend
all you have before you die; do not outlive yourself.” - George Bernard Shaw
“There
is only one religion, though there are a hundred versions of it.”
- George Bernard Shaw
“Until
the men of action clear out the talkers we who have social consciences are at
the mercy of those who have none.” - George Bernard Shaw
“Very
few people can afford to be poor.” - George Bernard Shaw
Happy Wednesday!
Aloha.
Happy Chanukah, Americans!
Merry Christmas, Americans!
Happy Maya New Year’s, exactly, one year away
from today!
(Nope.
I’m not politically correct nor do I wish to be. I’m human and I mean well.)
I’m running out of time for today to write deeply
profound words of great consequence to you as we head into a season that’s
known as one of giving and also quite sadly a season in which many tend to
commit suicide at this time of year.
I’m wishing you a tremendously wonderful
Christmas amongst your beloved ones, families, friends and closest ones also if
you’re by yourselves then have a wonderful Christmas with lots of self care and
quiet peacefulness. How splendid for you to be unconditionally loved, respected
and adored as we are.
We’ll be snug as bugs in rugs by the warmth
of love, laughter and so much excitement to see our beloved ones and to hold
conversations with them about what’s important to them and what’s to come in
the New Year.
Life has occurred in the blink of an eye this
year. We’re glad to have completed such a full year of laughter, personal
challenges and responsibilities. I’m glad to be alive and full of tremendous
gusto for the New Year.
For those of you, who’ll be spending this
Holiday season alone, please curl up with a warm blanket in a cozy nook with a
kind book, a hilarious film and favorite snacks to keep you warm as you
carry-on through tough times especially when it’s difficult for you to see
beyond your sadness, loneliness and depression. You’re never alone. Remember
that you’re as connected and as much a part of this world as anyone else. Every
time, we lose one of our human species to suicide, we lose largely; amongst the
world of humans in the tremendous loss for potential greatness. Pamper yourselves
with quiet gusto, a tremendously delicious cup of hot tea, cookies, pajamas and
Christmas lights. Whatever, you do remember that you’re as much a part of the
human spirit and human condition as anyone else. You’re you and you’re gorgeous
as any other. You have the right to belong to the human race as any other does.
I’m signing off. Too many responsibilities were
met today head on.
Merry Christmas,
Happy Chanukah to my Dada,
Cheers to you and yours!
Cheers to us and ours!
Gabriela
P.S. I’d like to get a puppy but I keep dreaming
of baby sloths; they’re so cute; I can’t even handle how cute they are with
their smiles and slowness.
P.S.S. Yes, our dear sisters and brothers in
the Philippines dealing with floods, loss and challenges we’re thinking of you,
always.
*) North Korea, our dear sisters and brothers
we’re thinking of you, always.
*) World politics are at the forefront of my
mind. I wish I would’ve written more about many aspects of global politics
floating around my mind. Nevertheless, there’s only so much time for so much
commentary.
*) I had the loveliest 20 minute break
martini at The Lowry today and it was really yummy. I had a craving for a gin
martini such as those of New York City. Alas. It’ll do. Great staff, rather
adults about their responsibilities. Ah, how refreshing for Minneapolis. If you
go anywhere, remember to tip well in this season of joy and giving. I worked in
many restaurants throughout my college and university years therefore I have no
qualms in tipping better than billionaires.
December 20, 2011
“Without art, the crudeness of reality would make the world
unbearable.” - George Bernard Shaw
“You use a glass mirror to see your face; you use works of art to
see your soul.” - George Bernard Shaw
“A fool's brain digests philosophy into folly, science into
superstition, and art into pedantry. Hence University education.” - George Bernard Shaw
“When
a man says money can do anything, that settles it: he hasn't got any.” - George Bernard Shaw
“When
I was young, I observed that nine out of ten things I did were failures. So I
did ten times more work.” -
George Bernard Shaw
“Which
painting in the National Gallery would I save if there was a fire? The one
nearest the door of course.” -
George Bernard Shaw
“Why,
except as a means of livelihood, a man should desire to act on the stage when
he has the whole world to act in, is not clear to me.” - George Bernard Shaw
Happy Tuesday!
Aloha.
Merry Christmas, Americans!
Happy Chanukah, Americans!
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(A poetic exercise in justice nothing more
and nothing less.)
Shall we?
Introductory Soliloquy: No, we most certainly don’t have to dance,
that’s an absurd notion in concept and no one will force you to dance.
Nevertheless, you can watch me in all my glorious rhythm, curves and
sexuality. No, I’m no Frida Kahlo nor do I wish to be her in all her lifelong
depression, illness and turmoil. I’m far too sophisticated for such a life of
emotional destitution and sadness.
I’m destined to be me; a quietly vivacious happy woman of this 21st
century redefining beauty, intellectual class and sophistication every step of
the way.
{: After me.
After all I’m a Lady with an
official Title and a Familial Coat of Arms (laughter). (No, we didn’t have to
purchase it over the internet and it comes with no inheritance or foreign lands
to speak of but it most certainly comes with aristocratic ideals, class and
___________).
I stood there like a little girl
dressed in mud on the backside of my clothes on a rainy sunny summer afternoon,
in the most ridiculously awful hairdo of the early thousands. After all has been
said and done it’s my turn to laugh because I’ve matured and become The Lovely
Swan. It was my place in the world to become happy and full-of-life with
abundance in laughter, beloved ones and kindness for diamonds and rubies.
Pity, you couldn’t tell apart
an ugly duckling from a mean bad wolf, could you? A conniving wolf will always
be a big bad wolf with its long sharp teeth, bad breath and ugly face while an
ugly duckling transforms from the utmost awkward and fumbling duckling into the
loveliest creature that, which mates for life to its one-and-only True Love.
There’s always been a place
at the head of the table for me and my kind full of secret codes. No, fame is
not important to our kind, we hold codes that unlock treasures therefore we
don’t concern ourselves with vast amounts of ridiculousness in quests… Oh, you
didn’t know it was my honor and divinity to grow happily ravishingly beautiful
as a swan woman every time I smile. I know exactly who and what I am. I’m not
confused about any of it. I’m not looking back just because you’re drunk,
crazy-mean or insecure about your place in the world nor am I looking to be
charmed.
Well, I won’t be too harsh
on you after all you were brought up under a public school desk with dust in your
eyes and envy around your ears. Yes, I’m a rather introverted and solitary
creature by nature but it doesn’t make me any less keen to the world that is
one full of musica and dancing. How wrong you had me at “hello, goodbye and go
to hell”. Ha! Ha! Ha! You assumed all the wrong things about me due to your
stupidity, ignorance and arrogance that’s why we could never dance in step with
one another. Ouch, don’t step on my toes. It’s not gentleman like to do so.
We most certainly don’t have to dance.
You’ve proven to be a rotten mate for an acquaintance.
We can stand and watch
others gracefully make their way in a quasi mosh pit. We can simply and
awkwardly stand next to each other at arm’s length apart on a crowded street pretending
that you don’t recognize me while I really didn’t recognize you after your
rather interesting performance on stage, stealing away looks at me while I
wondered why the sweaty man almost said, “hello” but couldn’t quite muster up any
words to utter to an adult woman.
HA! (Little boys for grown
men and their lack of etiquette are indeed hilarious. Do I make you nervous?
I’m only teasing. I don’t have a mean bone in my body as I’ve been told by so many
of my beloved ones.
However, I am stern with strangers and disappointing acquaintances with
retarded social tendencies. I forgive. I get it. You were born under a public
school desk or you’re just rude because you don’t know thyself. I do like to warmly
tease in reverence to the wellbeing of any tremendously overgrown ego. It’s my
divine right (ha!), don’t you see? To keep you on your toes. After all, I did
smile, a warm smile, didn’t I? Then I deeply frowned in frustration. Is that
what busted your balls and made you run away like a scared little boy? Alright.
Leave it up to the men to converse with the women.
I had no idea who the hell you were once we became adults.
I’ve been summoned to greenrooms. I’m too classy for that. I refuse to
meet there if we’re going to go at a furious battle of speed chess along with
private intellectual discourse for all the ages. Some people may pretend to
know what that’s all about but as you can see the aristocrats’ wealth might as
well be dead but their offspring aren’t while they carry on traditions and
values that’ll make you sweat like stuffed Pheasant at the end of a string
rotated by a fag servant boy.
I want you to sweat after all you lied to a daughter of prominence about
being Ivy League bound. You laughed in my face without having a clue in the
world that most everyone I know is Ivy League. I’m laughing. You thought of me
as a dirty little Indian stupid girl. Didn’t you? No worries when we’re done playing
you can return to your wolves and I’ll return to a land of fabulous rubies for swans
hidden from view. Well, well, well. Would you like a shiny metal? I could spit
on it for you, if you’d like…)} I’m laughing… Aren’t you? I’m dancing. No,
not for you rather in your stead.
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Alright, let’s get to it otherwise it’ll hang
over our heads like homework.
Scientifically
proven humans have a propensity and a predisposition, cerebrally to be racist.
However, humans are not hardwired to be bigoted that’s simply taught. Got it!
Yes. Indubitably, you do.
Now, being that Dr. Ron Paul’s newsletters does
indeed state that in the year of 1992 during the L.A riots that in order to
restore Los Angeles back to order that it could only be done so when blacks
“went to pick up their welfare checks”.
I do have to agree with Dr. Ron Paul’s
newsletter in observation that it seems that in order to restore civility to
the streets of Minneapolis when it comes to public masturbation and urination
that it’s far less prevalent when blacks go “to pick up their welfare checks”.
Especially as an observation, black public
masturbation and urination lessens when blacks make their way to the welfare
offices. Now, if there’s something racist to that observation then so be it.
We’re all racist; the difference between an intellectual and a non-intellectual
is whether or not they’re bigoted by and by in their reasoning.
Racist? Absolutely not. A keen observer of
culture? Absolutely, yes.
Your left foot on your behind is racist. Get
over it.
An observation barely makes a human an
extremist or a racist.
Need I say more? Absolutely not.
I have many more responsibilities for today.
Salud.
Gabriela
P.S. We finally got back to our daily walking
routine. We walked for 30 minutes yesterday and I was definitely sore this
morning around my abdominal. I’m getting stronger by and by. Possibly by late
spring I’ll be able to go dancing again. I hate staying out late. I like early
Finn dinner at 4:30 P.M. and home by no later than 9:00 P.M.
I wish men had better manners in this day in
age with women of color. Now, having strange Caucasian men approach me on a
dance floor and tell me that they’d like to fuck me that’s probably as crude
and racist as it gets. The implication is that because I’m colored scum to them
as an Indigenous woman that therefore I’m supposed to put out. Go to hell.
P.S.S. Nothing. Oh, yes. I have knitting
social group tonight. I’ve been invited by a doctor friend of mine and that
ought to be a riot. Excuse me I’d like to go and powder my nose for such an
occasion. (I’m being facetious. No one powders their noses anymore, not that
I’m aware of.)
December 19, 2011
“A gentleman is one who puts more into the world than he takes out.” - George Bernard Shaw
“An
election is a moral horror, as bad as a battle except for the blood; a mud bath
for every soul concerned in it.” - George Bernard Shaw
“A
life spent making mistakes is not only more honorable, but more useful than a
life spent doing nothing.” -
George Bernard Shaw
“A
little learning is a dangerous thing, but we must take that risk because a
little is as much as our biggest heads can hold.” - George Bernard Shaw
“A
man never tells you anything until you contradict him.” - George Bernard Shaw
“Americans
adore me and will go on adoring me until I say something nice about them.”
- George Bernard Shaw
Happy Monday!
Aloha.
{P.S.
Come on! Americans, our lovely and beautiful People; it comes down to either
Dr. Ron Paul or President Barack Obama for 2012 presidency.
I’ve promised my vote to the Democratic Party because I’m so appalled by
this present and current Republican Congress. However, for those of you who are
diehard Republicans as I am a Republican feminist, I urge you to seriously
consider Dr. Ron Paul for the next President of the United States of America. Dr.
Ron Paul is the only Republican presidential candidate who’ll give President
Barack Obama a run for his money.
I’m Iowa’s daughter as I am Duluth’s, Minneapolis’s, Boston’s, New
England’s, Texas, New York, New Jersey, Florida and Costa Rica. I love you as
you’ve loved me and shown me to be one of your beloved daughters.
Our beloved Americans we can do it! We, too, shall overcome!
Americans are expected to eat from the hands’ of politicians but it
ought to be the other way around. The bipartisan constituents have all the
power and they’ve had enough of hell. We shall implement such powerful measures
upon our wayward and corrupt politics.
I just found out tonight that, perhaps, President Barack Obama most
likely is paid by the same people that payoff this current Republican Congress
and that’s one of the many reasons as to why President Barack Obama has not
urged this present Republican Congress to do more for The People. I urge you after
three years of serious consideration and research about Dr. Ron Paul to consider
this great humanitarian and Founding Fathers’ idealist for President of the
United States of America. We can do it! You can do it! I know you can! We’re
thinking of you Iowa and New Hampshire! We love you.} Dr.
Ron Paul (yeah!) for 2012 President or President Barack Obama!
Merry Christmas, Americans!
How do you do? (Rhetorical.)
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How about that global warming weather? Yes,
global warming is indeed a reality no matter what politicians may campaign
against global warming in the better interest of their idiotic polluting
corporate agendas. After the first of the year I’ll deconstruct global warming
for you in layman’s ESL terms, if I must. That’ll be interesting.
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Shall we dance?
Hip! Hip! Hooray! Hip! Hip! Hooray! Hip! Hip!
Hooray! To Mr. President Barack Obama!
For he's a jolly good fellow, for he's a jolly good fellow
For he's a jolly good fellow (pause), which nobody can deny
Which nobody can deny, which nobody can deny
For he's a jolly good fellow, for he's a jolly good fellow
For he's a jolly good fellow (pause), which nobody can deny!
If you have issues about President Barack
Obama and his skin color then get over yourselves. The fact that President
Barack Obama is a biracial President (Black and White) represents our American
melting pot even more so. Hey, at least he officially represents two races.
Welcome to the 21st century where not only is humanitarian change
finally here, changes’ transitions are also happening at Albert Einstein’s speed
of light.
I’ve made up my mind about Mr. President
Barack Obama. I think he’s a fine fellow for an American Democratic President,
alright. It’s taken me three years of his candidacy to make up my mind about
his many policies and agendas. I just made up my mind yesterday afternoon.
I find that Mr. Barack Obama did indeed
inherit a terrible mess.
As well as having to coddle a juvenile and snot
nosed Republican Congress. A Republican Congress who works against the
president and the country every step of the way towards the better interest of
Republican Congress’s corporate interest groups and wealthy demographic filled agendas,
rather than helping out Congress’s middle class constituents and the rest of
the country. I believe the problem lies with many Republicans in Congress more
so than the President of the United States of America as it stands in dead political
gridlock debates.
My vote is finally in as of yesterday
afternoon.
I’ll be voting democratically for President
Barack Obama in November 2012’s presidential elections! I have good reason to
do so as any Republican feminist; due to my own intellectual and thinking
accord. No, I’ve not become a democrat. I’ll simply be voting democratically in
the 2012 presidential elections. I see no two ways about it since our American
youth go hungry by day and homeless by night.
A Republican Congress slows down progress and
blocks the President of the United States of America at every turn and I can no
longer stand by and watch. My vote goes to President Barack Obama. Done.
As a Republican feminist I say, reelect
President Barack Obama for a second term and let’s fire Republican Congress in
November of 2012’s presidential and otherwise elections. Progress may not be
halted no matter how much of a Republican I may be. I can see and understand
the importance of a unified Democratic Congress and a Democratic President. It’s
a must unless we have no shame in allowing for our American children and youth
to continue to go hungry and homeless. Gods
be with us all. “God Bless America.” As so many of you are so fond of saying.
As far as I’m concerned the Republicans had
all the chances in the world for twelve straight years to show The Good
American People that Republican Congress was on the side of The Good American People
but no! Republican policies, agendas and actions have shown that many
Republicans in Congress hate The Good American People by putting them through
hell and keeping them there.
Fire Republican Congress! Fire the whole
bloody Republican lot for starving our children and youth to death. Republican Congress Bloody Bastards! That’s
right I wrote it here first and if not then close to it as a Republican
feminist.
I’ve gone out on the streets as a filmmaker and
sat, ate and conversed amongst our homeless and hungry youth. It would break
your hearts to see what I’ve seen in the past two decades as a volunteer.
Homeless youth and their struggles, do break my heart but not enough not to
write about their homelessness and poverty much less speak of it as it must be
done so out of responsibility.
This Republican Congress has all the constituent
power to give power back to The People but they’re so power hungry that all they
can do is cock block The President of the United States of America from making
progress. How’s that for some serious
adult language from an American adult who cares what happens to our American homeless
and starving youth. Stop abusing our starving and homeless babies for
crying out loud! Homeless youths’ parents require steady jobs, work and incomes
those which were stolen from the Americans through a wayward economic system
starting 60 years ago.
Come next November 2012’s elections I urge
all constituent Republican voters to vote-out wayward, greedy and two-faced
bigoted Republicans from Congressional office. If homeless and hungry American youth
are not a good enough reason to vote out a mean-spirited, clueless and idiotic
Republican Congress from office then nothing ever will be good enough to turn
this economy and country back around.
Please, Americans! Vote democratically all across the board for Congress and
for President Barack Obama.
I urge Republican voters to help out our
homeless and starving youth by voting democratic come next 2012 elections. I’ve
given the Republican Party a great deal of thought over the past 12 years. If a
Republican Congress isn’t willing to wake up to the cries of our American
People and their children then it’s time to show Republican Congress that The
People giveth and that The People taketh away any and all power that Republican
and Democratic Congress may snatch and grab away from the mouths of babes and
into the pockets of conglomerate lobbyists.
The People are indeed powerful. It’s just that The People haven’t been taught
to practice democratic power to its fullest extent. The People are learning.
Rock the vote! Vote democratically for the love of our homeless youth and
starving children.
This immediate Republican Congress might as
well line up our homeless youth and shoot them square in the head. Republican Congress’s
idiotic rhetoric, agendas and deeds about class divide are no different than
having our homeless American youth and children sift through dumpsters for
clothing and anything they can get their hands on to eat while sleeping under
bridges and in abandoned buildings by night. Ah! Republican Congress! Wake up! Republican
Congress is metaphorically and realistically killing our beloved little ones by
allowing America to become a third world nation. Shame on you! Republican
Congress and their foot fungus!
Who’s representing The People?
What has this Republican Congress done to our lovely youth?
Why are there so many homeless and hungry youth?
What has Republican Congress done to our beautiful America as she goes
hungry by day while she freezes by night?
Let’s hear it for a fine fellow that
President Barack Obama really is. Hip! Hip! Hooray! I find that President
Barack Obama could’ve been more, stern with Republican Congress in the past
three years of his candidacy, to begin with and possibly more heavy handed in
his approach in personality towards a Republican Congress. However, President
Barack Obama is the man that he is and will continue to be which he’s shown
extraordinary and excellent skills to lead America especially when it comes to
foreign policies in issues and keeping his heart heavily anchored in domestic
policies for the betterment and in the progressiveness that is His People, His
Country and His Nation.
Lead on President Barack Obama! Shoulders
back and head held high.
As our quiet Alpha leader, The People will
follow President Barack Obama’s lead as we dogsled our way amongst valleys,
mountains and peaks through the snow. We believe we can make it out alive as
we’ve shown to do so avalanche after avalanche of heart ache, loss and economic
prejudice.
Lead America towards her shores of safety and
a Beacon of Hope for all times.
We hope President Barack Obama may Godspeed
with a more Democratic Congress.
Hang in there, Mr. Presidente!
The People are coming to President Barack
Obama’s rescue in this avalanche!
The People are doing everything they can within
their righteous constituent power to get President Barack Obama a decent enough
Democratic Congress to run with his sled team alongside not against him. Not to
have Congress sabotage The President rather to help him push the sled. Peace on Earth, Goodwill to Men.
We believe in President Barack Obama as our
youth believe in responsible and trusting adults. Mr. President Barack Obama is one of our many chances for hope towards
a new dawn of enlightened prosperity, American solidarity and a unified love
for education as we stitch the fibers of our economic and Nationalistic fine
oiled machine back on its feet and back to work.
Furthermore, the First Lady is simply ravishing to say the least.
Cheers!
Gabriela
P.S. Thank you for explaining it to me; I get
it now. Young women in the Television
field whether they be meteorologists, weekend anchors or reporters, when
they’re overweight young women who happen to stuff themselves into their
clothing like hotdogs in lard encasements then it portrays a “trailer-trash-park
attitude” about their ignorance in the industry.
“Clothes make the man” most certainly they
do!
P.S.S. “Yes, he most certainly is a poser!”
exclaimed an 85 year old Finn Elder about one NFL football player Tebow while
showing off his prayers for an entire world to watch as he posed as a crusader
loser. I had to agree with her. There’s a proper time and a proper place for
everything and bringing a prayer to NFL field is like bringing a prayer into a
classroom. It’s a no-no! Somebody needs
attention from their mommy. Oh, did somebody make pooh-pooh?
*) The People don’t want to pay for a new
Vikings’ Stadium and if the Vikings go to Los Angeles frankly the Elders and
The People would care less.
Education is far more important than building
a Vikings’ new stadium.
The People have spoken. Many Elders also agree that the Arden Hills,
St. Paul sight is full of lead. They know firsthand that some of their peers
who worked on that very sight 50 years ago now die and have died from brain
cancer.
Many of our Elders are completely against the
Arden Hills sight being used for a public gathering place (Vikings’ new
stadium) when the possibilities for brain cancer are all too real. Enter at your own risk.
Imagine what that’ll do to the players, staff
and their families when they discover potential brain cancer as their cause of
death? Yuck. Done. As a messenger I carried out their message. Don’t kill the messenger instead offer them
food and drink because more often than not they’ve travelled great distances to
carry out messages of safety to the masses.
Can you imagine, brain cancer? Oh, my Maya
Gods. Can you say, “painful”?
“Painful.”
December 16, 2011
“To affect the quality of the day, that is the highest of arts.” - Henry David Thoreau
“This
world is but a canvas to our imagination.” - Henry David Thoreau
“To
have done anything just for money is to have been truly idle.” - Henry David Thoreau
“True
friendship can afford true knowledge. It does not depend on darkness and
ignorance.” - Henry David
Thoreau
“Truth
is always in harmony with herself, and is not concerned chiefly to reveal the
justice that may consist with wrong-doing.” - Henry David Thoreau
“We
must walk consciously only part way toward our goal, and then leap in the dark
to our success.” - Henry
David Thoreau
“We
are always paid for our suspicion by finding what we suspect.” - Henry David Thoreau
Happy Friday!
Aloha.
Wow, the week went by in a blur, so fast.
Aloha, beautiful world.
Let’s take it down a thousand notches. Let’s
begin to relax, shall we?
It’s made for a long and full week. I’ve been
conducting business from bed for the past six weeks. Thank goodness for an era
of fancy tablets, laptops and cell phones. I don’t have to leave home ever again
if I don’t want to, which as I’m getting older it’s making for a much more
viable option. Although, I must keep an open mind to new opportunities,
connections and otherwise in order to continue to grow and be humane about
life. (I could easily take Eric and head for the woods and not be seen again
for a long time. No, I don’t believe in becoming a hermit. Yuck. I believe in
supreme quiet. Alas, we stay…)
I’m extremely social when I mentally prepare
to be so. I do look forward to the Christmas season because then we’re really
social amongst close family, friends and loved ones. Oh, how I love eggnog with
tons of laughter around our beloved ones. We have a good life. We’re so loved
and cared for and we love and care for so many. The Gods have been tremendously
good to us over the past many years no matter how many health issues our family
members have faced and dealt with. We’ve lost some along the way, but they
fought many great battles against cancer and some have overcome cancer and we
rejoice in their tremendous recoveries and health. I’m so proud to have
witnessed their gusto, tempo and zest for life. How lovely our beloved ones
were while they were here on Earth and honored us with their presence. Hip!
Hip! Hooray! To all those who’ve come to pass, filled our hearts and made
tremendous and quiet contributions to our world.
Well, I might as well come out with it and
admit it because it’s the end of the year once again. I’ve been gravely ill
these past years (no complaints). Therefore, I wasn’t able to meet my
once-a-year or two screenplay quotas in the quest to becoming a better writer.
Oh, no! Not for one moment think that my screenplays are any good, that’s why I
write them simply to keep my screenwriting skills up to par. I’d be embarrassed
to show them to my best friends much less the world. Please. Who do you think I am? I’m a rather
private screenwriter at that when it comes to publically exposing my literary screenplay
writing skills. Sigh.
I write to build thinking, literary muscles
nothing more and nothing less.
I write about the type of films we’d love to
see on the silver screen.
I like to write about intelligent and lovely
underdogs, their visions, struggles and overcoming their silly fears. I enjoy
writing about those who overcome adversity while keeping their clothes clean,
stylish and well spoken. Who doesn’t love
a well spoken and clean underdog? It’s a challenge and an obstacle to
overcome dirt when, one, is poor therefore it makes the protagonists, all the
more, larger than the silver screen, real and true to life-like heroes when
they do manage to keep clean stockings and collars on their shirts. I know, I
know. It may seem like insignificant details. However, such details are of the
essence when our heroes do overcome their obstacles and challenges, especially
poverty. I don’t like to write about poverty per say, more so the obstacles
that come with such a topic matter.
I’m a girl at heart and I love to write love
stories. Oh, what girl at heart doesn’t love good love stories? Although,
you’ll have to forgive me I grew up with Earnest Hemmingway as my literary hero
and no, I don’t wish to write anything like Earnest. Nevertheless, I’m in the likeness
of his seriousness and thus my literary struggle will be to lighten up without
losing the philosophical content, simply.
I like to write… well, never mind. I’m sure
I’m boring you to a snore.
I’ve witnessed and lived through devastating
poverty and magnificent wealth and landed on a solid middle class Orchid square
as an adult. Therefore, I have much details and knowledge to draw from. I could
quit my day job as a filmmaker today and write till the end of my days. I have
that much material stored up in my brain and heart.
I giggle at the thought of writing novels at
the age of 41. Imagine the type of knowledge I’ll have by then. Oh, I can taste
mango juice on my tongue and if I were catatonic right about now then I might
just let saliva drip from my little chin unto an adult bib. Oh, how splendid
and how much fun it’ll be to continue to write as I get older and wiser. The
older I get the better writer I become. I made for a lousy writer as a youth
and therefore, adult practice makes perfect, eventually. I’m not trying to
strive. I am striving at my goals as a professional artist.
I write because I believe in the magic of
love and gut wrenching emotions of humanity’s very own storytelling form. I
write because I believe in each and every breath of life. I write because I can
feel my very own humanity pumping blood through my veins. I feel alive and free
when I write and even though I have another eight more years before I’ll make a
decent enough writer of novels and screenplays; what’s a writer to do but to
practice her form to perfection. I told myself that the very first day I didn’t
make a single grammatical mistake on this blog then I’d be done and quite capable
to quit writing the blog and begin publically writing novels and screenplays. Deep
breath… I, I…
The goal is to grammatically write perfect
blogs but as I’m sure you’ve witnessed it’s a daily challenge. Therefore, I
march forth with discipline, endurance and practice like any great athlete
does. It’s the athletes of my youth who taught me the discipline and endurance of
writing. It’s them that I have to thank for becoming a professional artist.
It’s those who were my role models and older peers who I looked up to and thus
I write daily in their honor, not the content rather the practice of writing.
I’ve had and hold the greatest honor of personally
knowing, respecting and appreciating many professionally established and published
authors who have agents and publishers. Ooh, la, la. I’m so proud of them and
in watching their literary quest for the past decade I’ve gotten to know them
better through their writings. I look to them as my literary role models and
can only hope to do them proud as they have me. Oh, how we think the world of
you and you’ve made us so proud.
Cheers,
Gabriel (I’ve been called “Gabriel” since the
fall of 1996 at the age of 19. Gabriela is so formal and only my Grandmother
ever called me that.) (I know, I know. I’ve been given over twenty nicknames by
others. I’m honored to answer to all and any of them. That’s how beloved I am.
I’m a lucky girl.)
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P.S. Why is it that “green” or newly-prepped female
news reporters look like they don’t wash their faces, comb their hair or have a
tendency to have their tits almost hanging out of their cheap clothing? Are
they high, drunk or both?
Remember, Television brings out everything
and I mean every single detailed fault as well as loveliness. Especially, dirty
skin, unwashed hair, cheap hair dyes and bags under their eyes.
Not to give anyone a complex. However, I just
thought producers ought to know that young female news reporters look more like
the great unwashed, low class in their cheap material and nightclubbing clothing
as though they went clubbing all night long, snorted a few lines of cocaine and
rolled into the studio to carelessly do quick cut ins. What! Are they retarded
or are they whores? Maybe, both. Instead of playing the guessing game of,
“Where in the world is Waldo” the public can play a guessing game of “Did she
or didn’t she snort a few lines of cocaine?” “Does she or doesn’t she smell
like sidewalk piss and five different varieties of sperm?” Ha!
Wake up! It’s reporters’ job and their duty
to be upstanding, classy, clean and sophisticated, lovely role models. Kids
watch the news for goodness sake!
What’s with women on Television eating their
hair or having hair in their eye balls? Are they poodles eating their arses?
Please. Sophistication, sophistication, sophistication. Yuck, no one wants to
see grown women eating their hair or blink away hair from their eye balls. Low brow.
Low class. If you’re on Television then act like an adult, otherwise get out of
show biz because you look gross trying to play cutesy while eating your hair or
dealing with eye ball hair balls. It’s as though they’re eating out their pubic
hair straight from their butts.
Pardon ladies, zippers on clothing are so
1982 and washed out. Ah, where’s Coco Channel and her sophistication when we
need her fashion expertise most in this new century. (“Pardon me” is improper
and I’m quite aware of it. It’s quite ugly in speech, isn’t it?) Yes, indeed it
is.
P.S.S. Happy Holidays to all! The world is
changing and we’ve got freedom and liberty at our backs. Opportunities and love
are around the corner. Humanity shall overcome! Change is here and we’re
transitioning into a more humane and equal world as we strive for excellence.
Otherwise, what’s the option to implode? Well, maybe. However, I highly doubt
it.
*) Next week if I have it in me then I’ll try
to write about my friend who recently passed away from prostate cancer in the past
two weeks. Ah, the world of humans and our illnesses.
December 15, 2011
“Rather than love, than money, than fame, give me truth.” - Henry David Thoreau
“That
government is best which governs least.” - Henry David Thoreau
“Thank God men cannot fly, and lay waste the sky as well as
the earth.” - Henry David Thoreau
“Success
usually comes to those who are too busy to be looking for it.” - Henry David Thoreau
“The Artist is he who detects and applies the law from observation
of the works of Genius, whether of man or Nature. The Artisan is he who merely
applies the rules which others have detected.” - Henry David Thoreau
“Thaw
with her gentle persuasion is more powerful than Thor with his hammer. The one
melts, the other breaks into pieces.” - Henry David Thoreau
“Some
are reputed sick and some are not. It often happens that the sicker man is the
nurse to the sounder.” -
Henry David Thoreau
Happy Thursday!
Aloha.
Shall we dance? (I humbly write to you.)
Our dear Japanese brothers and sisters our
prayers have been with you all these past months. I’ve communicated with some
of you directly and you seem to have no need for material goods. We’re here for
you. If you were ever to need anything, you know that we’ll put together care packages
and send them off to your lovely villages. All of our love, always and forever
as you continue your struggle with high levels of radiation in some parts of
your Nation.
Now, I’ve not
been able to publically write about Japan and their latest Tsunami that which struck
earlier this year. It’s pained me to hear all
the stories, read many articles and watched footage of our incredible Japanese
people who are truly upstanding global citizens. Oh, dear beautiful-little-ones (a term of endearment, chiquititos in Spanish) we pray for your
safety every single day of our American lives. You’re so loved by the rest of
the world for your impeccable sanity, self respect and intelligence.
(Pardon, I’m a bit choked up. I’ve been in love with most Japanese culture
and people since I’ve been in seventh grade at the ripe age of twelve when Mrs.
A____, (who passed away quite some years
ago as she fought an honorable battle against cancer) a school teacher and
councilor at our private school introduced us to a group of lovely young folks
from Ohara (大原), Japan
my life has not been quite the same since. As an adult I made a commitment to
live, learn and love from the Japanese as I did and continue to do so.
I fulfilled my lifelong dream and I’m a
better person for it. I’ll be grateful for the rest of my days to have met so
many honorable and kind Japanese women and men I’ve gotten to know and some
fallen into a deep respect and appreciation for their goodness, traditions and
honorable dispositions in virtues and values. Words do you no justice and
please accept my humble offerings in the form of such meager words. The
Japanese changed my life forever and thus I matured and took my place in the
world amongst professional artists and as a Lady.
One, particular young lady saved my crushed
soul (freshman year of college so many years ago) and I shall never forget her
for accepting me as a young snot nosed and lost kid that I was when we went
through our rugged private college years.
This flower saw something in me that I could
not, my very own kindness inside my trapped existence crying out to be freed
from ill mannered and mean spirited friendships of the time. In her eyes, there,
I could see myself therefore I saw her as the divine beauty that she was and still
is till this day and for the rest of her days. You have no idea what a great
influence this young woman was to me and what she did for me simply by keeping
an even tempered breathing rhythm, a genuine kindness and a tremendous respect
for life.
This beauty was and still is my role model
till this day. Her balance and sanity taught me to achieve greatness in my life
and therefore I accomplished my dreams and became a filmmaker in her honor. It
was the least I could do to honor her and her ancestors when she saved my soul
from the vast darkness of my loneliness of my youth.
This flower saved me from myself and all I
can do to repay her sacrifice and kindness is to continue to be an upstanding
citizen and professional artist because she exists. Her existence is my breath
of life, my sisterhood and a deep connection to our Mayan Gods. I can only hope
to become as good and as beautiful as she is someday. I shall write many poems in
the future in her tremendous honor. N_____, my plume, my friend and my beacon
of hope. A true flower; a Lilly of the
Valley dressed in all her royal fragrance and beauty that describes her as a
poem of poems throughout the ages, an honest female. {The spirit of creation
moves me today, I cannot go against it, I’m not salmon; I’m finally a Lady.})
The Japanese don’t brag nor gush. Therefore,
I’ll do my very best not to do so as well. Nevertheless, it’s difficult for me not
to gush about the Japanese because I do have an Indigenous Indiana’s bleeding
heart that I tuck away daily so as to guard it well. When I love, I love
tremendously. I’ll try to control my Mayan disposition and write honorably
because what else is a Lady to do?
Dear Japanese brothers and sisters, I can
only imagine your sadness, anger and loss for words as your Japanese Government
has indeed disappointed you in your time of need, disaster and adversity. If no
one has said the following words, then I will. I’m deeply sorry for your loss not because I’ve caused you any
wrong doing personally but because I’m one human-soul entity of many and I can
feel deeply for the loss of others as well as your very own.
I step forth, dear Japanese beautiful-little-ones,
to implore you not to believe your Japanese Government’s lies and propaganda about
blaming the United States Government for the predicament and mess the Japanese
Government is under while dealing with the pressures of post radiation
clean-up.
In my hearts of hearts I’m lead to believe,
sincerely, that the Japanese Government had better sense in judgment and
leadership than to allow for the United States Government and manufacturing to build
a radiation plant, if, any of the
plans had indeed been shoddy and idiotic ideas in terms of design, building and
construction from the beginning. I find that it’s solely the responsibility of
the Japanese Government to say, “NO!” to any American Government and engineers
if our Government’s ideas are ridiculous to begin with from the start, don’t
you think so? I most certainly do.
There’s always
a choice.
I can only imagine that the Japanese
Government would not give the United States Government the upper hand in
harming their Japanese citizens no matter what. I’d like to think that the
Japanese Government is honorable, respectful and appreciative of its people to
always place their best interests above and ahead of any of those of the American
Government no matter what idiotic ideas our Government may present to the
Japanese Government.
The debate in argument as to have the
Japanese Government openly admit and point fingers at the United States
Government in placing blame for Japanese radiation in the construction of a
radiation plant only goes to show that the Japanese Government allowed for the
American Government to stick their noses where they most certainly did not
belong, if indeed this is true. Therefore, back to full circle, why on Earth
would the Japanese Government allow for the American Government to make
decisions about the well fare and safety of the Japanese people in the first
place? Can’t the Japanese Government make their own decisions and ask for the
expertise of their own people? What propaganda is this?
Our dear beautiful-little ones, I know you to
be analytical brilliant minds who don’t take anything at face value because
you’re much too smart to critically think on your own. I ask of you to place
pressure on your Japanese Government and institutions which have done wrong by
you, your young and their futures. We love you.
The American people suffer and we, too, are
trying to get our American Government to step up to the plate and take
responsibility for allowing the banks to bankrupt our Nation. Our People, too,
suffer greatly and as winter approaches we’re worried and trying our best to
bring to light as a matter of fact that our youth are homeless and hungry due
to economic injustices and irresponsibility on behalf of our Government,
irresponsible conglomerate lobbyists and greedy structures which continue to
dehumanize our beloved citizens those which work for a living.
My bleeding heart goes out to you and I’ll
try my best to keep a stoic approach and face. What’s an adult woman to do but
to go forth as I know you will as well.
I’m so proud of you Japanese brothers and
sisters. I look up to you. May the Japanese citizens find justice in all this
radiation chaos.
Truly and Forever Yours,
Gabriel (As you know me more precisely
Gabu-chan.)
P.S. I’m wishing you a tremendously beautiful
day!
P.S.S. 1 in 4 women in America are sexually
abused or molested not to mention raped. If you’re a public figure and prancing
around in your underwear for the world to stare at your tits then you’re an idiot
and an unprogressive fool no matter how successful others tell you that you are
by sniffing your arse. There’s nothing cool, lovely or beautiful about women
who see no real value in themselves and in showing off their tits hanging out
ready to be raped. Simply they’re visual whores for the masses and so damn
pathetic. Wake Up! Women get rapped every few minutes of the day because our
public figures dehumanize and sell themselves short therefore men get it into
their heads that they can objectify women by raping them. If you’re a public
figure then you have more reason and responsibility to the masses than you
already know or are willing to face. Shallow, idiotic and unthinking women for
public figures are what get other women raped and molested in this modern age.
Wake up and stop sniffing your own arses.
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むしろ愛よりも、お金も、名声よりも、私に真実を与える。" - ヘンリーデイヴィッドソローを
"それは政府が、少なくとも支配する最善の方法です。" - ヘンリーデイヴィッドソロー
"ありがとう神の男性が飛ぶ、と空だけでなく、地球を無駄に置くことはできない。" - ヘンリーデイヴィッドソロー
"成功は通常それを探している忙しすぎる人々に来る。" - ヘンリーデイヴィッドソロー
"アーティストは、人間や自然のかどうか天才の作品の観察から法則を検出して適用される彼、です。 Artisanは単に他の人が検出されているルールを適用するのは彼です" - 。ヘンリーデイヴィッドソロー
"彼女の穏やかな説得と解凍は、彼のハンマーを持つトールよりも強力です。 one溶融物、ピースに他の休憩" - 。ヘンリーデイヴィッドソロー
"いくつかは病気の評判が高いとそうでないものがありますされています。それは、しばしば病状男が健全に看護師であることを起こる" - 。ヘンリーデイヴィッドソロー
木曜日ハッピー！
アロハ。
Shall Weダンス？ （私は謙虚にあなたへの書き込み。）
親愛なる日本の兄弟姉妹たちの祈りはすべてのこれらの過去の月間とされている。私は直接あなたのいくつかを伝えてきたし、物質的財の必要性がないように見える。私たちはあなたのためにここにいる。あなたが何を必要とするこれまでにあった場合、あなたは私たちがケアのパッケージを一緒に入れて、あなたの素敵な村にそれらをオフにしようことを知っている。私たちの愛のすべては、常に、永遠にあなたはあなたの国の一部では高レベルの放射能を持つあなたの闘争を継続するとして。
今、私は公に日本と今年初めに打たれている彼らの最新の津波について書くことができていないだ。それは私が多くの記事を読んで、すべてのストーリーを聞いて苦しそうな、真の地球市民を直立している私たちの信じられないほどの日本の人々の映像を見ている。ああ、かわいい、美しい、リトルエンディアンのもの（愛称、スペイン語でchiquititos）私たちはあなたの安全のために我々のアメリカ生活の毎日を祈る。あなたは、そうあなたの完璧な健全性、自尊心と知性のための世界の残りの部分に愛されている。
（去年、私は、少しのどを詰まらせる。私は12の熟した歳で中学1年生にしてきた以来、私はほとんどの日本の文化や人々と恋にしてきたとき夫人A____、（人としてかなりの数年前に亡くなった彼女は私達の私立学校での学校の先生と評議員は、大原（から美しい若い人たちのグループに私を紹介した）がんに対して名誉ある戦いを戦った大原）、日本は私の人生は、以来、全く同じではなかった。大人として、私は約束を作った生きること、学ぶことと私がしたように、日本から大好きで、そうし続ける。
私は私の生涯の夢と、それに対して私はよりよい人を達成した。私の日の残りの部分は私が知るまで行ったのだそう多くの名誉と親切日本人女性と男性にめぐり会えて、一部は美徳や価値観で彼らの良さ、伝統と名誉ある処分に対する深い敬意と感謝に陥ったために私は感謝されるだろう。言葉はあなたには正義を行うことなく、そのような貧弱な言葉の形で私の控え目な提供を受け入れてください。日本人は永遠に私の人生を変えましたので、私は成熟し、プロのアーティストの中やレディーとして世界で私の場所を取った。
一、特定の若い女性は私の砕いた魂を（何年も前にその大学の新入生年）保存され、私は私達が私達の頑丈な私立大学の年間を通じて行ったときだったと若い鼻水鼻と失われた子供として私を受け入れるために彼女を忘れることはないものとします。
この花は私が、私のトラップが存在する内部私の非常に自身の優しさが病気に礼儀正しいから解放され、時間の活発な友情を意味する叫ぶことができなかった私に何かを見た。彼女の目には、そこに、私は自分自身を見ることができたので、私は彼女がいたとはまだこの日まで、彼女の日の残りのためであることを神の美しさとして彼女を見た。この若い女性は、彼女は単にさらに鍛え、呼吸のリズム、本物の優しさと人生のための途方もない敬意を保つことによって私のために何をしたか私にあったと何大きな影響は考えている。
この美しさは昔も今もこの日まで私のロールモデルです。彼女のバランスと健全性は、私の人生の偉大さを達成するために私に教え、従って私は私の夢を実現し、彼女の名誉の映画監督となった。それは、私は彼女が私の青年の私の寂しさの広大な暗闇から私の魂を保存したときに彼女と彼女の先祖を称えるために何ができる最低だった。
この花は、自分から私を保存し、すべての私は彼女の犠牲と恩返しするためにできることは、彼女が存在するため、直立市民とプロの芸術家であり続けることです。彼女の存在が生命の私の息、私の姉妹および私達のマヤの神々への深いつながりがあります。私だけのような良いと彼女はいつかと同じくらい美しくなることを願っていますできます。私は彼女の驚異的な名誉で、将来的に多くの詩を書くものとします。紀子、私のプルーム、私の友人と希望の私のビーコン。真花、時代を超えて詩の詩として彼女を記述するすべての彼女の高貴な香りと美しさに身を包んだバレーのリリー、正直な女性。 {創造の精神が今日の私を移動させる、私はそれに反することはできない、私は鮭ではないよ、私はついにレディです。}）
日本人は自慢でも噴出していない。したがって、私もそうしないこと私は非常に最善を尽くします。それにもかかわらず、私はよくそれを守るように日々たらふく食べること先住民インディアナ州の出血心を持って行うため、私は日本の約噴出しないようにするため困難です。私が愛するとき、私は途方もなく大好きです。他に何が何にレディなので、私はマヤの処分を制御し、立派に書き込みをしようとするでしょう？
あなたの日本政府が実際に必要性、災害や逆境のあなたの時間であなたを失望しているとして、日本の兄弟姉妹の皆様、私は言葉だけのためのあなたの悲しみ、怒りと喪失を想像することができます。誰が次の単語を言っていない場合には、私はなります。私はあなたに個人的にやっあらゆる間違ったの原因となったきたので、あなたの損失のために遺憾ではないが、私は多くのいずれかの人間の魂の実体だと私は他人の損失だけでなく、非常に独自のために深く感じることができるので。
私はポストの放射線クリーンの圧力に対応しながら、下に日本政府が苦境と混乱のために米国政府を非難についてのあなたの日本政府の嘘とプロパガンダを信じることではないことを宣告するために、日本の美しい - リトル親愛なる皆さん、前後ステップアップ。
心の私の心の中で、私は放射線の工場を建設するために米国政府と製造を可能にするよりも、計画のうちのどれかが実際にされていた場合、日本政府は、判断力やリーダーシップに優れた感覚を持っていたことを、心から、信じてリードだ最初から設計、建築および建設の面で見掛け倒しとばかばかしいアイデア。私はそれがどんなアメリカの政府や技術者に"NO！"、と言って単に日本政府の責任だと見つける私達の政府の考え方が最初からで始まるにばかげている場合、あなたはそうは思わない？私は最も確かです。
選択肢は常にある。
私は日本政府が彼らの日本の国民に関係なく、何を傷つけることで、米国政府の優位を与えていないと想像できます。私は、日本政府は、常にアメリカの政府のそれらの私達の政府が日本政府に提示するかもしれないもの馬鹿げたアイデアに関係なく、のいずれかで上記と前に彼らの最善の利益を置くために、名誉を尊重し、その人々の感謝だと思うしたいと思います。
日本政府を有するように引数の議論が公然と唯一のアメリカ政府に許可され、日本政府が彼らの鼻を固執することを示すために行くの放射線工場の建設に日本の放射線のための責任を置くことで米国政府に指を認めると指摘する確かにこれがtrueの場合、どこに彼らが最も確かに、所属していませんでした。アメリカ政府は最初の場所で日本人のよく運賃と安全性に関する判断を下すためにためそのため、戻って完全な円に、なぜ地球上で日本政府が許可するか？日本政府は自らの意思決定をし、自国民の専門知識を求めることはできますか？これは何の宣伝です？
私たちの愛する美しい、小さなもの、私はあなたが非常に批判的に自分で考えるのはあまりにもスマートだので、額面通り何もとらない分析鮮やかな心であることを知っている。私はあなたの日本政府と、お若いし、その先物が間違って行っている機関に圧力を置くことを求める。私たちはあなたを愛して。
アメリカの人々が苦しんで、我々は、あまりにも、私たちのアメリカ政府はプレートにステップアップし、銀行が私たちの国を破産させるための責任を取るために取得しようとしている。私たちの人々は、あまりにも、大幅に低下すると冬のアプローチとして、我々は心配して私たち若者がホームレスと私たちの政府が、無責任なコングロマリットのロビイストに代わって、経済的不正義と無責任が原因で飢えているという事実の問題として明るみにもたらすために全力を尽くしている私たちの最愛の市民生活のために働くものから人間性を奪うために継続して貪欲な構造。
私の出血の心はあなたに消灯し、私はストイックなアプローチと顔を保つために最善をみます。行うことが、私はあなたにも意志知っているように前後に移動するために大人の女性は何ですか。
私はあなたの日本の兄弟姉妹のように誇りに思います。私はあなたを尊敬する。日本の市民はすべてこの放射線の混乱の中で正義を見つけるかもしれない。
本当にと永遠にあなた、
ガブリエル（あなたがより正確に私を知っているようにGabuちゃん。）
後記私は途方もなく美しい日を願っています！
P.S.S.アメリカの女性4人で1が性的虐待を受けたり、もちろん強姦しないようにいたずらされています。あなたは有名人だし、あなたのおっぱいを凝視する世界のためにあなたの下着の中を跳ねと、あなたは馬鹿と進歩的でないばかに成功した他の人があなたのお尻を盗聴することによってであることを伝える方法に関係なくしている場合。 、クールな美しいまたはそれ自体がレイプされる準備ができて出かける彼らのおっぱいを披露では実際の値を参照していない女性の美しいことは何もありません。単に彼らは大衆のための視覚的な売春婦だとそう気哀れ。ウェイクアップ！私たちの公共の数字はそのため男性は、彼らがそれらを強姦したことにより、女性を客観化できることは頭にそれを得る短い自分から人間性を奪うと販売しているため、女性は一日の数分おきにrappedしまう。あなたが公人なら、あなたはあなたが既に知っているかに直面する用意があるよりも、大衆に多くの理由と責任を持っている。公人のための、浅いばかばかしいと思考力のない女性は他の女性がこの現代の時代にレイプと痴漢得るものです。目を覚ますと自分の尻をスニッフィング停止。
December 14, 2011
“There is no just and serene criticism as yet.” - Henry David Thoreau
“The universe is wider than our views of it.” - Henry David Thoreau
“There
is no remedy for love but to love more.” - Henry David Thoreau
“There
are a thousand hacking at the branches of evil to one who is striking at the
root.” - Henry David
Thoreau
“There
is danger that we lose sight of what our friend is absolutely, while
considering what she is to us alone.” - Henry David Thoreau
“There
is one consolation in being sick; and that is the possibility that you may
recover to a better state than you were ever in before.” - Henry David Thoreau
“There
is no value in life except what you choose to place upon it and no happiness in
any place except what you bring to it yourself.” - Henry David Thoreau
Happy Wednesday!
Aloha.
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Try not to let today’s blog chap your arses too much (I’m trying to quit
writing about “asses”. However, if Shakespeare could then so can I.) Ha! LOL!
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Preface Note: {Wow, it’s been almost two months since our
former upstairs ridiculous flat mates moved out and guess what? Not a sound! Not
a peep! No more stomping for hours on end on a daily basis! No more spoilt
brats and ill mannered snot nosed controlling graduate students to contend with
on a weekly basis! I’m at peace once more. I can finally think and work from
home once again. Not to mention that they cost us $100,000 in damages and lost
time. It’s so quiet you can hear a pin drop at our flat. I’ve not yelled, raised
my voice nor been ill tempered (I’m not ill mannered, I was all too properly
brought up for such nonsense) for two whole straight months and that goes to
show that it wasn’t me solely alone creating chaos. They hated my guts as much
as I hated theirs. It was easy to tell that tensions were strained. You
would’ve had to be blind or stupid not to know the type of hatred they had for
themselves. Thank Gods Eric kept his nose out of it even though one of the cows
had a propensity to flirt with him every time she needed help with the
internet. You can’t flirt with your enemies’ husbands while crushing your
enemy. Have some self respect. Oh, wait she didn’t have any, none of them did. The
entire time I was dealing with excruciating abdominal pain as I have for the
past five years on a daily basis I had to contend with ogres and passive
aggressive self haters at that. How can you hate some peoples’ mean spirited
and controlling dispositions as much as all that? To the point to which they
can push all the wrong buttons and upset you so much as to lose control by
raising your voice? I hope they get what’s coming to them. They treated me so
horribly the Gods of the Indian Karma are coming to chap their asses. Mark my
words. That’ll never happen to me again. If you come across unhappy passive
aggressive Caucasian women who are cruel know-it-alls and show offs, who emotionally
pinch others for sport then run. We should have moved out the first month they
moved in but our hearts were so set on buying the bloody place. They were the
ut-most sour faced, cantankerous and mean spirited harpies I’d ever encountered
and they loved hearing me spin out of control because they were out of control
emotionally themselves. It makes me want to put adults in a time out when
they’re so mean spirited and without any self respect or boundaries to speak of.
I’ve learned a lot in the past two years about self loathers, haters and idiots
in general. Our former neighbors were low class, low brow and nit wits for self
loathers. I’d never hire those two witches for anything in the world much less
as psychologists and social workers. Yikes, they’ll work their conniving vampirism
on others especially those without any power to speak of while they try to
social climb their way upwards while fake-screaming orgasms towards a meal
ticket. Yep, I wrote it. I’m no coward. It’s easy to hate self loathers when
they hate everything about themselves. You can read between the lines I’ve got
three fingers held up for their existences. They’ll get what’s coming to them.
They were so mean to me I can’t explain it to you with words because it’s tough
to explain prejudice, hatred and injustice. I hate their ridiculous behavior
and emotional pinching demeanors. They left emotional bruises all over my little
arms which are finally healing; bullying ugly witches for cows!} I whisper
to you with love, “Run!” There’re much nicer, kinder and reliable Jewish girls
who’ll make for happy wives. I promise you that. Seriously, they’re much-much
nicer and kinder Jewish ladies (adult females) at heart without dehumanizing
their neighbors for sport.
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Mental Notes:
*) Immigration, we’re all immigrants here. I
thought immigration was a federally run Government structure not an individual
State per State basis. I’ll have to look up the laws. No, I’m not a lawyer. I
went to school to become artistically, creatively and intellectually analytical
about anything, not to nit-pick laws.
*) The health care of a Nation ought to be
federally regulated and not an enterprise or large business that government rubs
elbows with solely to get kick backs from conglomerates and their exorbitant lobbyist
profits. People die because health care is big business not a service to its
American People. Help, The American People! Now!
*) Americans why work harder rather work
smarter. Why are Americans okay with giving up their vacations, working longer
hours and making less just so they can keep their current jobs? What type of
idiotic sacrifices are companies forcing their workers to undergo? American
workers, it’s time to begin demanding more humanitarian justice. Don’t work longer
hours, harder and give up what’s supposed to be coming to you. If you give into
such malarkey then you’ll be taken for all you’re worth. Your bosses make ten,
fifty, a hundred, a thousand times more than what you make. Have bosses give up
their vacations, work longer hours and go without just so that they can keep
their current positions. Americans, it’s time to stop being suckers.
*) Wake up! $150,000 annual salary income
profits aren’t any real great wealth or anything to commend as far as economics
are concerned. Where did you grow up? Under a public school desk? Come on!
Think! One-hundred and fifty thousand dollars doesn’t get you much nowadays.
It’s a drop in a bucket. It’s upper middle class. Inflation. The cost of
everything went up in the past 60 years except for wages. People, individuals
make as much or as little as 2 million, 11 million, 20 million, and 55 billion
per annual income salary yearly wages in profits. Wake up! Rich, wealthy isn’t
$150,000: try one million for starters, set your sights on something higher
otherwise you’ve been duped; you’ve been led to believe in stupid economics. What
makes Americans so low brow sometimes? Why set our sights on the lowest common
denominator. No, wonder Europeans think we’re idiots because we think like ones
sometimes. Americans don’t even know what rich is: no wonder the rich get
richer and the poor get poorer in this country. Ignorance.
*) Pass the Stock Act for goodness sake!
What’s the problem with Congress? Congress
wouldn’t want to be caught with their pants down around their ankles, would
they now? There ought not to be any insider
trading amongst those of Congress persons, none whatsoever. Otherwise, it’s
called breaking the law. If Congress persons are pervasive to insider trading
tips then the rest of us ought to have such insider trading tips as well.
Nothing places Congress persons above their constituents or at least the laws
make it so. I thought that Congress Representatives couldn’t get rich while
conducting their positions as civil servants? What gives? Pass the Stock Act
against Congress insider trading. Otherwise, imprison Congress persons along
with conglomerate bankers for skimming off the top. Jesus, what the hell
happened to the role models of America? Are role models thieves, cheats and liars
nowadays? Why do the American people allow for such travesties to occur? Wake
up, Americans! Wake up!
*) Congress, I’m not for hackers much.
Nevertheless, remember that The People still have influential friends in high
and low places. If those in positions of power can and do steal, cheat and lie
to The Great American People then it’ll not only be easy to hand over America
to the Chinese then it’ll also make it easier for hackers to take Big Business
down. The French revolution is only steps away. Wake up you thieves, cheats and
liars!
The American People only want what it’s owed to them, justice, fairness and a road to
work towards the American dream of happiness and success. Why steal, cheat and
lie to The American People. When did thievery, cheating and lying become an
American motto? So sick of all the retarded tendencies that which are our
leadership for a country infested by poverty, ignorance and lack of education,
health care and progressiveness. America’s becoming more like a third world Nation
than the leaders of a Free World.
Let’s get to work, everybody! Yes, even those
on welfare. It’s time for America to get their head out of the gutter and
contribute to progressiveness, intellectuality and economic strength in
endurance. No one owes America anything and no one’s going to come and save
America all dressed up in shining armor because that’s America’s job; to more
than save ourselves: rather to become visionaries, intellectuals and leaders
once again. Come on! Roll up your sleeves with me we’ve got serious and
difficult work ahead of us all. Think. It doesn’t cost anything to do so.
*) Please, someone(s) with money and power invest in continuous prosperity to this
Minneapolis, Minnesota: so that we can clean-up the drug infested, prostitution
and crime ridden streets that have taken over Minneapolis.
The citizens and civilians have worked very
hard at keeping these such idiotic dispositions at bay while we’ve faced tough
economic times. Someone(s) with power
and money; please invest in the vitality and intellectuality of our city so
that our citizens and civilians can contribute back through much more than just service industry jobs and tourism rather
more so through lifelong analytical and thinking careers. Minnesotans are hard
workers and caring if they set their minds up to it unless you get a batch of
low class passive aggressive harpies, then good luck because they’ll take you
for everything you’re worth and more. No, lie. I speak from experience. No
difference than any other low class batch many in the likes of Los Angeles
harpies. You know exactly what I’m talking about. The users, abusers and
losers.
I’m not all that crazy about many of the
Minnesotans I’ve met in the recent eight years: too greedy, too needy and
pathetic. I’ll stop there for now because I could give you examples that would
make any Minnesotan cry at the vulgarities that are. Be careful there’re too
many scoundrels out there in sheep’s clothing.
Cheers!
(Simply getting your noggins all worked up so
that you can get out of your rut and think about our world that is.)
Gabriela
P.S. India. India. Our beloved sister whose
English accents are indeed difficult to understand. Your Hindi prayers are with
you now as we recite them.
P.S.S. Iranians and Israeli citizens don’t
know if indeed there’s an official war on their doorsteps. However, as soon as
they know they’ll let us know. Wonderful! Thank goodness for social news media.
A nuclear testing sight in Iran has been flattened to the ground that didn’t
happen to come by coincidence. No? No.
*) Oh, our dear Iranian and Israeli brothers
and sisters. Our thoughts are with you now.
*) America has no business entering into a war
against Iran on behalf of Israel. Our classrooms, streets, infrastructure,
economy and our people are falling apart. America has no business playing patty
cake with Israel. If Israel wants to blow up the Middle East then that’s their
business while they get their butts kicked by the rest of the world. America
must get business back on track here on our own soil. Our people suffer while
we hand millions of dollars over to the Israelites to further their political
endeavors. That’s not right. That’s an under the table fact. I don’t have to
make up anything. I’m an American citizen damn it! I demand justice of The
People, by The People and for The People.
*) Why isn’t Dr. Ron Paul covered by mass
media more so than he already is? What is mass media so afraid of that they’ll
get a run for their money? I can only think that Dr. Ron Paul must be a
wonderful blast of fresh air to interview. Come on! Get with the times. Leave the
boredom of political fear behind and join the country at some spectacularly
changing vistas. I bet (tongue-in-cheek)
(I don’t bet as a rule) today’s blog that Walt Disney wouldn’t of been afraid
of a little conversation with Dr. Ron Paul who’s delivered 4,000 babies. Wow!
Of course, not. At least mass media can ask him about practicing medicine. Although,
remember it was Jews who slammed their doors on Walt Disney’s face in his time
and era probably no differently than what Dr. Ron Paul is going through today.
This reign of tyranny and corruption will soon come to an end and The People
shall overcome. Hip! Hip! Hooray! To Freedom and Liberty!
*) Please, don’t mic Heads of States,
Presidents and Excellencies as you would never
mic the Monarchs. It’s in poor taste. Really.
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On a Personal Note:
*) We just found out today that a Minneapolis
library representative wants to buy our films in the form of DVD’s. Wow! What
can I say just as we got done placing the films in a can in a deep and dark
vault never to be seen again…Ha! That’s funny.
*) I know, I know. I have a thousand or so
e-mails to get through. It’s been since September that I’ve checked e-mail. I’m
making my way through them quite slowly.
December 13, 2011
“What is human warfare but just this; an effort to make the laws of
God and nature take sides with one party.” - Henry David Thoreau
“Wealth is the ability to fully experience life.” - Henry David Thoreau
“What
is once well done is done forever.” - Henry David Thoreau
“What
is the use of a house if you haven't got a tolerable planet to put it on?”
- Henry David Thoreau
“What
you get by achieving your goals is not as important as what you become by
achieving your goals.” -
Henry David Thoreau
“What
lies behind us and what lies ahead of us are tiny matters compared to what
lives within us.” - Henry
David Thoreau
Happy Tuesday!
Aloha, indeed.
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Yes, I write publically. However, I’m a
private citizen and don’t you ever forget it.
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I’m not a public figure nor am I seeking elections, publicity and
notoriety. Can you imagine being a politician, a celebrity or a public figure?
You’d have to be crazy, unloved or both unless it happens to one by mistake and
then it would be just that - a mistake. How ghastly, indeed.) Ha!
Don’t think me daft. I’ve been taught by academics, intellectuals and
masterminds that fame is a fulltime occupation and in order to become famous,
one, must work quite hard at it just as much if not more so than any other
workaholic, which it doesn’t guarantee fortune. Pity. Fame isn’t something that
happens to others by mistake. If anything it’s quite scripted, formulaic and prescribed.
Don’t pay any heed to any fool whose only
intend is to become famous at all cost. Stupid! Moving on. There’re far more
important aspects to life as real and as wonderful as breathing and thinking.
Next.
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Are Israel and Iran at war? (We’re hoping to hear news over the wire sooner
than later being that we can’t find any decent news from afar therefore we’ll
simply have to do our own research. Ah, the loveliness that’s this contemporary
world today. Social news media travels faster than the speed of light.)
{Anyway,
I got laughed at while attending public University (that would not have happened at a private institution) twelve years
ago as a junior for questioning Einstein’s Theory of Relativity. My pigheaded
contemporaries implored me that surely there was nothing that could travel faster than the speed of light. Well,
guess what: I bite my thumb at thee.
Einstein’s Theory of Relativity has been indeed disproven to be incorrect to
certain extends. There’re indeed other aspects of quantum mechanics in physics
that, which, can and do travel faster than that of the speed of light. (Eat
that for Nordic dinner.) I didn’t question Einstein’s Theory, simply, because I
was smarter than my intellectual counterparts. I questioned Einstein’s Theory
because of the wording that which was written in absolutes and we can’t have none of that as intellectuals,
can we now? Being that of English as a Second Language Lady (yes, with a
capital “L” as in middle class Blue Blooded, thank you (ha! ha! ha!)): well, what is, one, to do? But to question
when language doesn’t make complete sense what else is there to do? Nothing seems to encompass everything and nothing at all-all at once like that of great significance in
tremendous emotions such as love and loneliness. Must it be all or nothing? Must it be black or
white? I think not. How can nothing
travel any faster than any other absolute one thing? The absolute wording of
Einstein’s Theory simply disproves the immense theory in itself immediately or
so it does if any of your other languages are English. Goodness. (I’d have to
agree that I’m either any professor’s worst nightmare or a dream.)} I’m
teasing. Only a little bit. Moving on. Next.
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Shall we dance?
Dr.
Ron Paul for serious Republican Presidential candidate and contender. Please, give
President Barack Obama a real run for his money in 2012 presidential elections
which will be centered on economic reformation and the Next Technological Generation
in the continuation of the Middle Class: “The Dust Bowl and Great
Depression Orchid Beauty”. {From the Great Depression stemmed a great beauty in
a dust bowl called the Middle Class Orchid. She’s quite beautiful and quite
fragile. This beauty for a middle class Orchid must be kept at precise temperature
or she’ll die in vain only to be seen
floating atop and to be greatly missed by those who understood her fragility well.
The middle class Orchid is to be looked after, to be cared for and to be beloved
no differently than any other praised flower at a great Master’s private
greenhouse. Although he knows perfectly well that she’s his pride and joy due
to her labor in bringing him beauty, appeal and oxygen for it’s in her
fragility that keeps him alert, on his toes and youthful as well as concerned with
life day after day as he looks after her wellbeing as she gives her Master the
greatest gift of all; silent and thoughtful company.}
As a lovely adult American female citizen of
our contemporary times, I implore you Iowa and New Hampshire to please turn the
tables “Rock the Vote” and begin to give this man Dr. Ron Paul a great look
over at his domestic and foreign policies and his reformation changes for this
great Nation of ours especially while he’s got a proven political track record,
that, which truly stands for the working poor, the middle class and the
wealthy. A United States of America.
If any presidential candidate can give
President Barack Obama an intellectual and feisty run for his money it might as
well be Dr. Ron Paul with a proven track record to unite this beauty of a
middle class Orchid alongside the
working poor Daisies and the wealthy Birds of Paradise which as of late seem
more like rose bushes with thorns on our sides: we love you anyway our wealthy
brothers and sisters of the wealthiest 2% tear. America sure is great not
because of our class divide but more so because our citizenship and our
Nationality is what makes us freer than any other poem, alive, written across
the pages of equality.
However, it’s time for the wealthiest (a
million or more a year annual income tax revenue) to be taxed as they must
according to a sufficient enough percentile that of their earnings rather than
paying less in taxes than those of the middle class Orchid.
Will the wealthiest be alright with less of a
divide between you and the “Great Unwashed”? What will the “Birds of Paradise”
do when they hit rock bottom alongside their ruthless welfare poor counterparts
(no, not working poor: huge distinction) with no one and nothing to buffer the
wealthiest and their fall in the form of a middle class cushion?
It’s not acceptable to choke the middle class
and you know this to be true. It cannot do. It will not do. It’s not good
enough to choke the very life out of the middle class Orchid when the upper
class has benefits beyond those of the middle class which they’ll never
conceive of such notions because they can’t even begin to imagine the perks of
the wealthiest 2%. Can they, now? You
know this to be true. Most of the middle class has no idea how well the upper
class lives with their medical care, education and lifestyles. Look, the middle
class Orchid isn’t asking for a handout; they’re not poser losers; Simply the
middle class Orchid is asking for a chance at decent lifestyle, medicine,
education and a chance at the American dream nothing more and nothing less. A chance to work and to make oxygen for the
benefit of all who enjoy her middle class Orchid beauty.
I may not have any money or power to speak of.
However, as Blue Bloods we’ve always been
knowledgeable throughout the ages, haven’t
we? Who would’ve thought it; middle class hardworking aristocrat in the
form of this contemporary century because my ancestors squandered their wealth
away on frivolous sheer idiotic tendencies. That’s our power. Knowledge in the
form of gold. I won’t ask for favors because I’m a middle class Orchid who’s
stubborn about boosting myself-up with my very own boot straps. I won’t have
you over for dinner while pretending to be your friend and begging for money.
I’m not pathetic. No, Sir! I believe in
loveliness, beauty and intelligent work.
I refuse to beg even in the form of petitioning
business dinners cloaked in quasi friendships. Nor am I pathetic enough to
blatantly go around asking people outright for money as so many others I’ve
witnessed begged me for money who I thought were my friends in the past eight
years. Rather they’ve asked me for my social roster and currency outright.
Idiots. I’m beautiful and quite determined not to beg for a handout especially
not in the form of favors. I stand in line just like everyone else, I do my own
laundry, wash dishes by hand and French press our very own shade-grown fairly
traded organic coffee beans as well as make our bed in the mornings. How
progressive and lovely of us. I’m a contemporary woman and the last thing I
desire is a chamber maid. I refuse to be dressed by another. That’s my intimate
divine given right. Right? Right. Lovely.
Now, let me be quite clear and
forthcoming with you. I’m not crazy about the contemporary branches of the
Republican Party such as the “Modern Tea Party” and the “Modern GOP”. Capicé. Are we
understood? Yes. Right. Correct.
I don’t agree with many of the Republican
Tea Party and GOP’s branches of the presidential candidates’ flip flopping in
domestic and foreign issues and policies. Period.
{It’s
one thing to find facts in the latest research it’s quite another to shift
words around and to land on a same grey square if you catch my drift. It’s
quite necessary for those in the running for presidential candidacy not only to
wear their pants well but also to wear a belt along with those trousers metaphorically
speaking. Saggy pants are so Ghetto early 1990’s. So out of style, ugly and
well, unfashionable. Wrap some twine around your pants Americans if you can’t
afford a belt. Please, become adults and join us in the reformation of the
United States of America that is middle class humanity. The world’s leaving us
in the dust and we must show them that we’re not the ignorant hare rather the
wise tortoise.}
Please, look up domestic and foreign
policies. It’s your responsibility as American adults to become intelligent and
caught up about domestic and foreign issues and policies as much as you can,
please.
These 2012 presidential elections must be
about each presidential candidate’s policies not their wardrobe, spouses, hairdos
and mean spirited campaigns. Come on! Americans, the Egyptians would only wish
they could have such organized elections as those of the United States of lovely
America. Come on! Americans, we have some serious work ahead of us. Let’s roll
up our sleeves and get to work.
Furthermore, let’s get this right. I’m a
republican who’ll be voting democratic this coming presidential election. Don’t
think that my heart doesn’t hurt over this. However, there are some aspects of
life that we must take responsibility for even when looking at adversity square
in the face such as the ugly and mean spirited rhetoric of the “Modern Tea
Party” and the “Modern GOP Party”.
It’s, now, in the hands of New
Hampshire and Iowa to lead our great Nation into a magnificent unification of
our American States. Please, won’t you consider Dr. Ron Paul? I promised that I
would vote democratically these presidential elections therefore I will.
However, what magnificent and beautiful decisions will you make; if any, why
not Dr. Ron Paul for the sake of our lovely American future?
I’ve said enough.
Sincerely,
Gabriela
P.S. Nothing. Oh, yes! Russians aren’t you
just beautiful! Yes, you are!
P.S.S. Occupy the World is here! Hip! Hip!
Hooray! Please Occupy don’t get in the way of hardworking Americans - it’s
their families’ bread and butter or they don’t get to eat.
December 12, 2011
“An early-morning walk is a blessing for the whole day.” - Henry David Thoreau
“Any
fool can make a rule, and any fool will mind it.” - Henry David Thoreau
“Be
true to your work, your word, and your friend.” - Henry David Thoreau
“An
unclean person is universally a slothful one.” - Henry David Thoreau
“Aim
above morality. Be not simply good, be good for something.” - Henry David Thoreau
Happy Monday!
Aloha.
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(Oh, how I love those little Holiday lights
on outdoor Christmas trees at this time of year. I love Christmas! I love the
Holidays! I love Holiday food! I love our beloved ones! I love Holiday
decorations! Merry Christmas to our Americans and our deep profoundness, that,
which, Christmas brings out in us and to us! Don’t worry about the
commercialism of it all and don’t you dare feel lonely when you’ve been granted
the greatest gift above all, BREATH of life. Make homemade gifts and cards (if
you want and if you must) also rejoice in being alive. For the past decade Americans
have had a tough go at it still yet what makes this great Nation of ours is
that, we, too, Shall overcome!)
Merry Christmas to our dear fellow Americans!
Merry Christmas to you!
(We
watched “It’s a Wonderful Life” and truly what a wonderful life for our fellow
Americans for many of whom we still have our liberties and freedoms intact and
no corrupt structures are going to take away the joy that is this 2011
Christmas as we head into a 2012 “Year of the Grandmothers” and the power of
the Maya. Hip! Hip! Hooray! Not all the Maya were murdered (how extraordinary)!
How wonderful. We’ll be rejoicing with beloved ones and laughing so hard I’m
afraid eggnog may spill from my nose: tongue-in-cheek.) What a wonderful
life!
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How’s the world doing out there? (Rhetorically caring question.)
How do you do. (Rhetorically formal caring question: He, he,
he. You’d never know how much pain I’m in right now as I write to you - would
you now? I’m trying to hang onto my childlike humor as much as I can through
these trying times.)
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[We woke up with Al this morning as we do
every morning and we think he’s a magnificent Television fellow as well as the two drinking ladies. When I watch the
two drinking ladies I’m in love because it’s the end of an era as we know it;
it’s like watching two dinosaurs and who doesn’t love dinosaurs? Cheers to you
drinking ladies! Cheers to you Al and your assistance in homemade pizza cooking
skills. (For those of you in the year 7012, Al Roker and the “two drinking
ladies” (I’ve yet to look up their names) are Television hosts, if that’ll make any sense to you by the year
7012.)]
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Last week we were notified (Gods love those
web engineers) of the great news; that, the world is reading. WOW! I knew the
World Wide Web (I keep calling it “ww”, when it’s called “www” ESL hiccup) would
change our generation to great lengths and insurmountable heights when I first
jumped on the web on an early evening of September of 1996.
At dusk, from tall and narrow windows I
watched a most magnificent and glorious Eastern Sea Board sun go down with
bright orange and pink hues as I made web history for the first time as an
Indigenous Maya Indiana. Who would’ve
thought it? Not I! Never in my wildest awake and asleep dreams did this
little Indiana think as a child, not for one moment, that I’d be reading
electronic letters that would become the world as we’ve grown accustomed to it
in the form of the World Wide Web.
It was a personal and proud moment as my Maya
ancestors guided me into the 21st century ahead of many crowds. I
felt as though they had gathered around me to watch this sensational device (www)
change us into a more unified humanity. “The ancestors of the internet” (ha!)
“IT Crowd”, a British show) did bless
that moment in time. I shall never forget it for as long as I live, my life’s
not been the same ever since.
That evening, the web took me hours to figure
out and when I did, then I fell, head-over-heels in awe for a world that was
and is. I believe in this “www” as I do in the real-life of dreams, in the
tremendous magic of storytelling and the astonishing and overwhelming ability
to love and to overcome hate (although one must not forget that both love and
hate are cut from the same royal cloth).
I knew like a good little Mayan female thinker
that I was witnessing extraordinary times.
I realized in the deepest regions and ut-most
profound corners of my thinking soul that our lives would never be the same for
as long as we existed, nothing would ever be the same ever again. What a dream
of dreams, what a story about love and hate.
I wept silent (non watery) little tears of
joy at our private liberal arts college and its quiet yet, social luxurious
computer lab, said a silent Mayan prayer and got to work. I simply had to
navigate, search and get to know the beauty that was before me in the form of
the web. Never in all the years that are my intellectual’s mind capacity did I
conceive such notions of beauty, love and success. (Nevertheless, I hate the
electronic neon commercialism, but humanity always
works out its uglier kinks. No different than corporate garbage blown down
alleyways and sidewalks today.)
I normally only accept an annual report (around
the month of May) about this blog’s populous and demographics. I don’t want to
get too shy about the fact that your little eyes are tuning in and reading. I’m
a sophisticated shy lady after all. I work very hard at being an extravert when
I write and when I present myself to a greater public. There’re people from all
over the globe tuning into this tiny-little, humble blog and well, that’s
simply spectacular being that we’re in our start-up (2nd year) blog
stage and still working out kinks. Thank you. Cheers to you! We raise a glass
to your health as well as a moment of silence (for those of you who don’t drink)
and to your beloved ones.
Sappy Side Note: (Wow! This Indigenous Maya
Indiana lady is overwhelmed, touched and changed into maturity and female
adulthood before the world that is. Let’s roll up our sleeves there’s much to
be done. I’ve been writing ever since I’ve been twelve as any Mayan scribe does
not for fortune and fame rather to make sense out of a chaotic and beautiful
world that is.) Moving on.
Ciao.
Gabriela
P.S. I’d like to write about women’s health
and the surgical procedure I underwent two short weeks ago today. However, I’m
still managing severe abdominal pain and it makes for a poor subject matter at
this juncture in time. In other words the pain is too close to home to write
about it. I’ll definitely write about my illness and procedure at great length
and in great detail so that it may save women a great deal of trouble in the magnificent
future. I’ll write about it in the New Year's to come when I’ve managed post
operational pain. For now, I never knew the advantages of
Oxycodone-Acetaminophen (non-generic). Holy cow! If you’ve ever been in the
type of pain that I’m in then you’d realize what a gods’ sent those little prescription
pills truly are.
P.S.S. As for today, much is indeed happening
around the globe. I’ve spent the last two weeks in bed catching up on global
news and it’s spectacular what’s happening outside my bedroom door. Oh, I never
knew that transition would occur as quickly as it’s happening now. I write
about the world that is because it’s my job as a wordsmith, as a Mayan scribe
to write it down and to get it as right as I can for future Maya and other
little ones.
We come from a great a proud lineage of
scribes and writers. The Maya see writing as a holly sacredness that guards us
from evil and it brings humanity to a closer link to the Gods (no, not aliens).
I’ll write about aliens some other time when I have more energy.
No, I’m not a conspiracy theorist nor do I
care to become one. I’m simply writing down as quickly as I can as many of my
little humble thoughts and as much as I can of the world, that, which, I’ve /
we’ve been witnesses to so that when we’re long gone, then we’ll be understood
through a microscopic fraction that are my / (our {you’re teaching me}) bias
and humble written words. Cheers!
Note: I can’t even begin to write about global
politics. I, I… Never mind.
December 9, 2011
“I am as bad as the worst, but, thank God, I am as good as the best.”
- Walt Whitman
“Let your soul stand cool and composed before a million universes.” - Walt Whitman
“Nothing endures but personal
qualities.” - Walt Whitman
“I
celebrate myself, and sing myself.” - Walt Whitman
“I no doubt deserved my enemies, but I don't believe I
deserved my friends.” - Walt Whitman
“Judging from the main portions of the history of the world, so
far, justice is always in jeopardy.” - Walt Whitman
“Keep
your face always toward the sunshine - and shadows will fall behind you.”
- Walt Whitman
Happy Friday!
Aloha.
Preface Note: I
love and uphold many amazing, intimate and incredible relationships to non-mean,
manipulative and dishonorable Baby Boomers. I’m not as daft as all that. I love
many of that generation and they love me. Eat that for Nordic dinner.
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Minnesota Legacy funds are established
for the outdoors and conservation with a kick back to the arts.
No,
the Vikings’ Stadium has no business in receiving a single dime of Legacy funds.
Get off it. It’s indecent to watch such unnecessary debate about such an
idiotic idea so much as that.
HA!
HA! HA! I don’t bite my thumb at thee.
I
laugh in earnest and with sincere appreciation at those who are so presumptuous
as to believe that a $150,000 grant is something that is owed to them year-after-year
especially through the vast-shallowness that is interpretive dance and more so
specifically when t’s haven’t been crossed and i’s haven’t been dotted in the
competitive world of grant writing. Nobody owes anybody anything especially
year-after-year. How uncouth. What a monopoly in the arts that is Minneapolis,
Minnesota. Ah. More corruption to speak of. How boring and unnecessary.
First,
imagine having the gull to be a grant writer who can’t or won’t cross their t’s
and dot their i’s. What an embarrassment to the grant writing communities of
the world especially when pages are missing from any grant writing application
form. I wouldn’t go around making such statements and complaining to newspapers
because: can we all say, “Amateur Hour”? “Amateur Hour.”
Second,
there ought to be regulatory timelines for those grants which have been honored
to non-profits in the re-application process to further funds; in other words, how
about if a non-profit has been honored with a grant that they may only apply every other year, two or five?
Spread the wealth amongst professional hardworking artists especially those in
their mid-careers who’ve proven to be innovative, keeping up with the times and
not a total waste of an audiences’ time.
It
would be justified and honorable to give other professional working artists and
establishments a fair chance to go at it rather than drudging through the
monopoly that is. What do you mean only a few non-profits have a monopoly on
receiving grants from the city of Minneapolis year-after-year? Gross. That
reign of tyranny is soon coming to a fast and furious end.
If
non-profit groups receive as much or as little as $150,000 grants shall they
receive it year-after-year as though it’s owed to them or some type of
partnership in an artistic monopoly in a process of granting and establishing
such grants? Please.
Oh,
no. Do not make that face at me. We make feature films out of our pockets with
no help from anyone and we do well enough to stand up on our own two feet as we
have for the past nine years because all of our eggs haven’t gone into one
basket.
Get any spectacular
financier to help out with long range finances as we have which we trust and
value as one of our own.
I can only imagine, that,
whichever accountants are directing any non-profit organizations into putting
all of their eggs into one annual grant basket must be either green or
unprofessional.
I can’t imagine all of one’s’
eggs in one basket. Really.
Poor management and poor
planning to assume that a grant ought to be granted to some of the same
organizations year after year. (Redundant. The ESL persons will not only get it
they’ll also thank me for it.)
No
wonder Minneapolis arts are going to hell in a hand basket. What did you
consider was going to happen? I’m sorry I do have to laugh out loud at the
situation that is artistic non-profits and their presumptions about grants.
You’re
reading from an artist who would joyously be tremendously grateful and thankful
for a $150,000 grant in the past decade when no one has ever granted me a penny
to make features. Get off your high horses. Goodness gracious!
I
can imagine that established non-profits are smart enough and equipped enough
to figure it out and stand up on their own two feet as most of us professional
mid-level career artists do without a substantial hand out every year from the
state.
We
ate a lot of rice and beans (Gallo pinto) for five years in the early thousands
while others stole from my grant writing abilities. Ha! How do those rice and
beans taste now? I still love rice and beans weekly. Nutritious.
Thirdly,
let’s get this straight: interpretive dance is not only ugly and creepy it’s
boring and insincere. Done.
Interpretive
dance makes a mockery out of any audience member and audience appreciator while
robbing them blind. Wake up! It’s the 21st century. The 1980’s are
over. By the 22nd century that unnecessary genre of dance
performance ought to be eradicated from stages due to its conniving form in
that there’s no form to it but to sway in the wind and look retarded. Need I
say more? Alright, I shall.
Anyone
can flow in the wind as though they’re catatonic, drooling from the mouth while
pretending to convulse to brain seizures. I’ve been a witness to both; brain
seizures and interpretive dance they’re one in the same and I’ve felt deeply
for those who were truly in a fit of seizures. I was indeed afraid for their well
being as we ought to be for washed out choreography that which its legacy is
one that’s been left in the dust through the passages of time and memory to
those of the 1980’s when Studio54 was alive and now look around...dust.
What a pretentious lie.
Interpretive
dance is not a refined art form and honorable as that of ballet or modern dance
for that matter. Interpretive dance doesn’t hold up because it’s an art form for those who can’t hack it
in the professional dance world or at
least it’s been explained so to me by professional ballerinas.
I
know. I’ve studied dance from some of the best instructors in the Eastern Sea
Board and they were indeed strict, ridged and disciplined Masters of ballet and
modern dance. Now, this doesn’t mean that my study of dance for one decade makes
me an expert or a very good dancer at that. However, it does give me a great
insight into an interpretive dance world so idiotic the lie is so false it
almost looks truthful with a painful twist of the neck as any brain seizure
does.
In
conclusion: may there be more opportunities for those professional and artistic
mid-level career individuals and establishments who’ve been overlooked
throughout the decades, perhaps, because they don’t know the right people nor
have the right connections. However, more so specifically hooray! To those who
refuse to kiss ass, who refuse to become posers, brown nose(r)-(s), elbow rubbers
and nit-witted idiots who cloak the arts as a makeshift interpretation of farts,
air and shallowness because they’ve never truly been disciplined enough to
learn structure, discipline and form.
My job as an artist is not to rub elbows with
anyone, per say, only because I’d be in search of funds rather my job is to
keep my head down and produce something worth value to seven generations out
otherwise I’d waste my time looking for money rather than producing as it’s
been made quite clear to you that I’m capable of producing every single day of
my life. I’m not a whore I’m an artist. Huge difference. I’m a professional
even though the funds are not quite as I wish them to be more often than not.
I’ve got patience and time. I refuse to sleep with the director. Oh, wait I am
the director. (A little joke! Ha! I think it’s funny. Okay. I’ll give it a rest
for now.) “How do you like them apples?”
Gabriela
P.S. Sincerely wishing you an amazing weekend
with loved ones as we’ll be sitting around the table with ours laughing so hard
we won’t be able to decipher tears from laughter. Cheers.
December 8, 2011
“The real war will never get in the books.” - Walt Whitman
“Whatever satisfies the soul
is truth.” - Walt Whitman
“We
convince by our presence.” - Walt Whitman
“To
the real artist in humanity, what are called bad manners are often the most
picturesque and significant of all.” - Walt Whitman
“The
United States themselves are essentially the greatest poem.” - Walt Whitman
“The
words of my book nothing, the drift of it everything.” - Walt Whitman
“There
is no object so soft but it makes a hub for the wheeled universe.”
- Walt Whitman
“Whoever
degrades another degrades me, And whatever is done or said returns at last to
me.” - Walt Whitman
Happy
Thursday!
Aloha.
Happy Pearl Harbor post day celebration!
(No,
it’s not all about me. I’m looking at the world the world’s not looking at me.)
I’ve often thought about the American women
of Pearl Harbor Greatest Generation.
I can’t imagine the horror, the devastation
and some of the fear they faced the days following Pearl Harbor as this great
Nation of ours was bombed right of off the shores of our borders.
It was an era not unlike our own; families, loved ones and troops scattered
throughout the world fighting for freedom, not so much our own freedoms but
more so for the sake and the freedoms of others.
I think about the second day after the initial
news came over the wire and radio.
For many American women who were home alone
or amongst their other female family members as well as accompanied by those
men who were either too old or not fit for duty; the amazing and beautiful
American women continued on: not knowing if their men were alive or safe. My Gods can you
imagine these lovely American women carrying on alone with their children and
elderly in-laws and loved ones to take care of and to look after.
American women of the Pearl Harbor era are my
heroes because they carried a country on their backs as most women do when our men
are off to war.
American
women have tough skins, indeed.
We know how to shed our skins when we must
and grow even tougher ones when we receive atrocious news about the occurrences
of mass murders to our contemporaries, peers and loved ones thrown in the mix.
American
women, we know how to clench our jaws, shed none watery tears in front of
others and carry on to the best of our abilities.
Nevertheless,
we know how to find solitary moments and weep our guts out eventually because
we understand that death is the end of the sequence in the breath of life as we
know it to be true for those we’ve loved, honored and served.
Have
you no clue how strong contemporary adult American women are and how strong our
American Grandmothers were before us?
Often
the gravitas tends to skip a generation. (I
know, I carried my supposedly spoiled mother on my back and she almost broke
it.)
My
Generation X (those who do contribute constructively to their communities), we
don’t lie to ourselves if we can help it
and we don’t live inside some idiotic bubbles of notions in the delusions of
grandeur.
Although,
much of my generation got taught early on to either consciously or
subconsciously: that becoming rich and famous was the only thing that would create worth and value to our humanness because
the “Baby Boomers” pressured us into believing such lies.
[Thank the Gods we had our Grandmothers to
counteract such malarkey for our little sakes and our little souls. (I spent the first 10 years in the jungles so
fame and fortune to me are as rare a concept as mittens, scarves, and hats.)]
Success at all cost! Stupid!
My Generation X as well as that of my
Grandmother’s Greatest Generation (MTV and Millennium Generations) we’ve known
hard and tedious work; we weren’t spoiled by the economic boom that was handed
over to Baby Boomers.
We’ve come face-to-face with the realities of
adulthood that is the world. Nobody’s taken care of us. The world came to our
front stoops and we’ve done the very best that we could with the very little
that we’ve been granted. We’re thankful to be alive and to carry on as our
Grandmothers taught us to do so: not as our spoiled “Baby Boomer” mothers who
went in search of and after yuppie careers while getting ahead at all costs and
spoiled by the selfishness of the “Me Generation” / also known as “Baby
Boomers”.
Why do I write this way: look around at what
the “Baby Boomers” left us? What do you see?
Baby Boomers have left nothing of great importance
to the world. The “Me Generation” hasn’t contributed anything worthwhile to the
future of humanity and they know this to be true. Now, the “Me Generation” is
getting old and they’re going to die. What a waste of a generation and they
know this to be true because the many children of the “Me Generation” don’t
love them. Ouch! Truth hurts doesn’t it? You can’t be loved if you’ve never
loved. If your love is one of ultimatums, threats and idiotic tendencies
because your worlds are too fast for you to even sit down to a decent meal then
what did you think was going to happen? You’re not hated, exactly, per say: of
course not. You’re just not respected and simply you’re going to be forgotten
through the passages of time. Dust-to-dust nothing more and nothing less. Food
for worms.
My generation got handed a much worse off
world than the one the Boomers received from their hard working parents of the
Greatest Generation who broke their backs trying to give their bratty kids
everything they could’ve only dreamed to have.
Ha! What a joke to speak of. The “Me
Generation” of the Baby Boomers many are greedy, self-centered and selfish
little spoiled snot nosed brats. Baby Boomers, many of their Mothers are rolling
in their graves for what they haven’t
done.
Nevertheless, our Grandmothers knew that there
was hope in their Grandchildren’s Generation, in us.
Baby Boomers never quite have taken full responsibility
for the wrongs they’ve created against their children in the form of emotional
and physical abuse. They just can’t quite bring themselves to say those two
little words such as in the form of “I’m sorry”. How cowardly. To say, “I’m
sorry” is to acknowledge that great wrongs and crimes have been created against
humanity. Let them piss and poop their pants in the hands of strangers.
We were an abandoned generation from a
generation of divorced desperate degenerates who many haven’t known themselves
to be true.
Look around, many are so unhappy because they
thought they’d automatically become something of great importance to the world
when in reality they’re not even important to many of their children. The
greatest crime against humanity is that Baby Boomers are too stupid to
apologize for the abuse they’ve caused. Their pride gets in the way and thus
dust-to-dust. Baby Boomers still have crap all over their faces because they
never learned quite how to become adults.
The Greatest Generation slaved away at jobs for
meager wages to give the world to The “Me Generation” of the Baby Boomers and
they squandered it away. What a disappointment.
American women in the prime of our lives and
leading this Nation today after living through 911: instead of falling apart (as
we’ve witnessed our Baby Boomer counterparts who’ve done so and continue to do
so); we roll up our sleeves and we continue normalcy as best as we’ve been
taught by our Grandmothers before us for the sake of those around us.
My generation, many of us were taught
selflessness which many of the Baby Boomers took great advantage of and
manipulated for their emotional gains. What’s the alternative to lie down and
commit suicide? We don’t think so. Contemporary American women in the prime of
their lives come from strong immigrant stock.
This I know to be true about my Grandmother as
a woman of the Pearl Harbor Greatest Generation and one whose ancestors were
some of the first settlers to populate the United States of America as Middle
Class Blue Bloods who squandered away their wealth in the past three hundred
years long before we ever came along.
My Grandmother (my only Mother) wasn’t about
to walk around with a bleeding heart, complaining about her life, nagging at
everyone in her path and insulting the goodness in others when she understood
the strength and importance in carrying on. There was mending, cooking and
spoiled wee ones to be looked after and she knew her duties as any fighting man
knows his.
I can only imagine how life went on after
Pearl Harbor as it did for many of us women the day after 911. I won’t speak of
911 and it may be another decade before I may be able to write about it as I
wish to speak of it. Yes, 911 happened to us all as an entire Nation. 911
wasn’t only a New York City occurrence just as Pearl Harbor didn’t simply and
only happen to Hawaii.
Don’t you see and don’t you understand 911
left us nationally wounded to take care of our physically wounded, mentally traumatized
and emotionally scarred. Significantly the Midwest continues to deal with the
economic blast that was 911 a decade later.
Pearl Harbor happened to an entire Nation of
American women as 911 happened to an entire Nation of American women as well.
We held our breaths and tried not to cry in public places for those that we’d
lost in glass towers.
I, consider myself as strong and vibrant as
any woman of the Greatest Generation.
I’m proud to know how to bake, mend and wash.
I’m a poem because my Grandmother was a hardworking
housewife. A poem all of her own even when her daughters I can only imagine most likely in their adolescence and youth of
their spoilt culture looked down upon her and snickered at here as they must’ve
thought of her as stupid for being the little woman / the little wife that she
was of her generation stuck at home mending and washing their shitty underwear
while their dreams seemed so much more significantly valid than any of hers.
My Grandmother carried on as any proud woman
of her generation has and does.
My Grandmother worked from dawn passed dusk
to provide her family with anything and everything possible. She was the
quintessential beauty. She was what every poet wishes they could only encounter
and write about such a tender, lovely and caring woman who’d made the greatest
muse. She was as I am. Lovely. Hardworking. Thoughtful. An adult. I’m of the Generation
X only because she was of her Greatest Generation. She lives in me as I
continue forth with her memory.
To my one and only Mother, “Grandme”. May she
rest in peace.
Gabriela
P.S. What weather we’ve been having globally.
P.S. Due to some former President Bush’s law;
our American troops are coming home this December 2011. Don’t get that all
mixed up. Look it up!
December 7, 2011
“To have great poets, there must be great audiences.” - Walt Whitman
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“There is no week nor day nor hour when tyranny may not enter upon
this country, if the people lose their roughness and spirit of defiance.” - Walt Whitman
“The proof of a poet is that his country absorbs him as
affectionately as he has absorbed it.” - Walt Whitman
“There is that indescribable freshness and
unconsciousness about an illiterate person that humbles and mocks the power of
the noblest expressive genius.” - Walt Whitman
“The whole theory of the universe is directed unerringly to one
single individual.” - Walt Whitman
“The
shallow consider liberty a release from all law, from every constraint. The
wise man sees in it, on the contrary, the potent Law of Laws.” - Walt Whitman
Happy Wednesday!
Aloha.
I’m genuinely happy as I am every single day.
I was born an optimist with lots of skepticism to back it up. Ha! What a lovely
combination.
Now, I was taught by academics that
scientifically it’s proven that every human is born a racist.
However, we are not born bigots.
Now, I may as well be a racist
(scientifically proven) against lack of progressiveness and unjustified ignorance
but I most certainly am not a bigot. I work hard at being a fine critical
thinker, an analytical questioner and a just humanitarian. I do.
First, since many of you don’t know me from a
hole at the hull of a ship, thank you for giving this blog a vote of confidence
by and by and for being an incredible and supportive readership. I’ve matured
because of you. You’re changing me into a kinder human an upstanding citizen
and a thoughtful woman. Lovely.
I can’t tell you how much it means to me to
have you on this literary journey because frankly, I thought I’d be writing to
future unborn humans. Rather I find myself beside myself that I’m writing to a
substantial audience every single day. Wow! You’re so beautiful. How did that happen? I have no idea. Don’t you see it wasn’t meant to be this way?
It was supposed to be different much different and you’ve caught me off guard.
Now, I must really mind my p’s and
q’s for all of our sakes.
Second, you’ve caught me by a tremendous
surprise. Truly! I won’t get weepy or girly on you but it wasn’t meant to be
so. I was supposed to be doing this alone carrying my little bundle of joy (on
my back) in an uphill battle and instead there you are like the best
cheerleaders any underdog could ever hope for. You found me and my silliness,
really. I thank you in many regards and my words do you no justice. Who are you? I’ll do my very best every
weekday to give you a piece of my soul because you deserve thus much.
Year after year not only is there more
readership but it seems that I’m not losing my initial readership rather you’ve
stuck by my side and that’s brought a great deal of maturity to this craft of
writing and to me as a human. I can’t thank you enough. I’m beside myself.
Thirdly, when I first began writing
publically I thought it would be two of us reading this and well, I’ve been so
surprised and quite moved by your generosity and your confidence that we, too,
shall overcome and that we’ll continue to progress into a fine future. Let us
go forth together. I won’t lay-down in the middle of the street and die until
it’s my time and that will not be for many more years to come if the Gods be
willing.
I know it’s not easy to read this blog all of
the time because it’s raw, realist writing and sometimes all too forthcoming
with lots of ESL grammatical mistakes to say the least (it’s like a literary
puzzle and just think of it this way - it’ll help with keeping potential Alzheimer’s
at bay). If you’ve hung in there well, let there be mango juice dripping from
your lovely chins and don’t take it too seriously nevertheless do. I’m writing
about life after all. I can’t wait to write fiction. Then I can make it all up
and nobody can call me a liar.
Finally, no, this blog is not just for anyone. You have to have a
strong backbone and a great sense of humor or it’ll eat you alive. Now, this
blog is not as serious as all that. However and nevertheless, I’m sounding
alarms wherever I see just and fit as any extraordinary citizen and civilian
does.
What would’ve happened if Paul Revere
would’ve gotten lazy and decided not to hop on his horse and warned the
Bostonians that the British were coming. Imagine! We might not be here today.
We might not be alive because our ancestors might have been captured, enslaved,
murdered and raped. What a man Paul Revere was! Thank Gods he didn’t fall back
asleep because he could’ve just as easily as not.
It’s the doers and inspirational ones that
make the history books not the lazy and the uncaring nor the self centered and
misguided. In order to make a sentence in a history book one must set ones’
egos aside and really care about what happens to others, not forcing your
agenda and rudeness unto others rather being prolific and thoughtful about the
future of progressiveness, equality and balance.
Duty, honor and justice are not justified
through what you wish your image to be perceived-as by-others. It’s not about
how many times you make headlines in local newspapers that will blow away down
alleyways, used as wiping paper for farm animals and cleaning windows. No, to
be alive is to be reassured of your own humanity and not some idiotic ideal in
the delusions of grandeur because then simply you truly are dust-to-dust as any
speck of sand overlooked by the crumbs of time.
No, to be an extraordinary citizen and
civilian is not to make a pitiful sight, a martyr or an agitated aggravator out
of oneself rather to become extraordinary; one, must be smart, kind and
important through an honest soul connection not through wishful thinking about
glory and gold. Lip service is so easy to come by. Nevertheless, to produce
something of substantial meaning and importance time-and-time again with some
type of true and profound potential is not an alcoholic induced idiotic
tendency or a gullible one because that’s what differentiates the boys from the
men.
In conclusion, believe in each breath of life.
Believe in humanity. Believe in yourselves and don’t lie to yourselves because
then you lie to your loved ones and we can’t have none of that. Be and embody
your souls to your highest abilities and being a poser is no different than
being a drunk or lost gullible souls.
The problem with being any poser loser,
gullible idiot and irritating drunk as well as a non contributor to the human
race is that people just can’t seem to mature and become adults and think on
their own two feet. These are lost wandering souls who look to others to give
them the answers instead of putting their brains to use and arriving at their
own conclusive material. Pity. Shame. Run. They’ll take you down with them in
the end due to mistakes, unwarranted and manipulated information as well as
wishful thinking. It’s not necessary.
Forget growing up, try adulthood for a change
and you’ll discover that a personally can be transformed into the loveliest tailored
Italian three piece suit; indeed a fine suit for a personality is something to
be worn to a real internal place of change not to a bar that smells of piss in
the middle of the day with gullible boring conversation without boundaries and
bullying poser gurus without any real certification who can murder others
through their misguided disservices. Most likely a three peace tailored suit is a royal garment to be worn because there’s
real and true business to be conducted not some wishful and make believe
fantasy world of delusions of grandeur and…
Gabriela
P.S. Eric and I brought the little car in for
an oil change this morning and went to French Meadow for the most wonderful
organic vegan breakfast. I have so many fund memories of French Meadow as a
teen when my Auntie would take me there. Eric and I walked eight blocks. It was
alright. I’m a little soar and now back in bed. The painkiller finally kicked
in. I had to take one pill finally even though I keep putting it off for as
long as I can. I hate feeling seasick and nauseous.
P.S.S. Love.
No, not some bull version of what a poser
thinks it’s like to love with manipulation, thievery and conniving forces behind
them and the bullying nature of some snot nosed poser guru losers commanding
you to buy into them. Love, you already know how to love and you don’t need
some loser gurus telling you how to when it’s in your blood and in your soul.
Don’t lose your way because it makes it easy for anybody without a soul to jump
right into yours if you let them; just waiting to get a chance at manipulating
you while placing blinders on you and robbing you blind like a thief in the
night. Ha! People sure are gullible and that’s their own fault and no one
else’s.
December 6, 2011
“Behold I do not give lectures or a little charity, When I give I
give myself.” - Walt Whitman
“All faults may be forgiven of him who has perfect candor.” - Walt Whitman
“Have
you heard that it was good to gain the day? I also say it is good to fall,
battles are lost in the same spirit in which they are won.” - Walt Whitman
“Have you learned the lessons only of those who admired you, and
were tender with you, and stood aside for you? Have you not learned great
lessons from those who braced themselves against you, and disputed passage with
you?” -
Walt Whitman
Happy Tuesday!
Aloha.
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I’m a private citizen and don’t you ever
forget it.
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How wonderful to be alive!
I did the most foolish thing this morning
around 11. It’s been one day and one week since I’ve had surgery and this
morning I was feeling better than I have in years, so I got up and rotated the
mattress. Wow! Am I foolish? I’m not to pick up anything heavier than a carton
of milk even at that. I didn’t pick up the mattress I simply rotated it. I’m
paying for it today. I’m bed ridden once again. I spoke with the triage nurse
and we both confirmed that there is no internal bleeding. I’m not to pick up
anything anymore heavier than a carton of milk for about another five weeks and
take my word for it - I won’t! What was I thinking? I wasn’t. Ah, to be human
and foolish as I am.
I hope everyone is doing just fine out there
in the world.
I don’t watch much Television. However, world
news has been on my mind and I’ve been saying meditative prayers for those in
Afghanistan, Japan, Somalia and Turkey. How our sisters and brothers suffer so.
My prayers are with you as you suffer. I can’t imagine it. I simply can’t
imagine it. Oh, our little ones. Our lovely humans.
Change has arrived and it’s amongst us as we
transition into something more humanitarian appropriate. It’s this humanitarian
transition that is happening quickly and it’s exciting to watch humans take the
planet back for the sake and purpose and in the name of freedom.
We live in exciting times.
I won’t get preachy on you because I hate
being preached at. As a Mayan I’ve been waiting for this year 2011 to arrive all
of my life because 2012 is the birth to a new dawn. I can’t explain it to you what
it means to me to be alive in this time period in history as an Indiana. My Gods
(no, not aliens) how excited I am for the human race to continue as free men
and women. A new dawn. A new beginning. A new chance to prove that the human
race is not as stupid as all that after it’s all said and done. A chance to
reveal to ourselves that we must, will and can begin to use more than 10% of
our noggins. The next 5.000 years ought to be impressive, beautiful and
exciting for humans and our brothers and sisters of any organic existence. If
you don’t understand what I’m writing about then try. Think. It doesn’t cost
anything that’s how we’ll jump start our brainpower and usage of it in the
century to come. It’s the beginning of the beginning and we’re here to witness
such a tremendous transformation in events from idiotic tendencies, slavery and
injustice to balance, harmony and equality.
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I expect a lot from Minneapolis, Minnesota in
the years to come.
Our Minneapolis downtown streets must be
cleaned up and cleared of Black prostitution, drugs and violent thugs mixed in
with the club scene. Yep, I wrote it. Don’t get all paranoid and stupid now.
I’m speaking from an anthropological point of view. Don’t get your breeches in
a twist. I have no power or money to speak of so I have no say in what happens.
Our greatest assets are our cosmopolitan educated
people and professional workforce.
We must campaign for the revitalization,
intellectual and professional artistic recharge and urbanization of this
beautiful city. No, I didn’t write inner-city. I wrote urbanization. Big
difference. Forget the idea of inner city. That’s just stupid. We must begin to
look ahead and visualize something more magnificent than just survival for
Minneapolis.
I’m tired of downtown Minneapolis having
evolved quite quickly over the past decade into a dirty, violent, drug and
prostitute infested landscape. When did we let that occur? Why did it occur? Is
it because the Ghetto of North Minneapolis is so close to our vital downtown? Is
it because the bus line from North Minneapolis brings in droves of passive-aggressive
Blacks? I moved to Minneapolis in 2004 because I believe in this city. I believe
in Minneapolis professional arts, theatre and music, technology and progressive
advancement.
I believe that anything professionally creatively
splendid and technologically intelligent could get done in this romantic and
Nordic city of pale skin brothers and sisters who are being run out of downtown
commerce by a large population of Chicago and Minneapolis filthy violent Black.
Please, all you have to do it look around us. It doesn’t take a rocket
scientist to figure it out.
I can write about anything I observe. Yes,
indeed. Let’s not pretend any longer as though the problem is not evident to us
because it’s hiding in plain sight.
Allow for me to be rather forthcoming with
you.
Downtown, Minneapolis has become overcrowded
with Ghetto Black folks who are often dirty, out of work, with bad attitudes,
smelly and Ghetto profanity who look more like they’d take you out if you so
much as look at them. Get over yourselves is a great start.
Who do you think you are? It’s a rhetorical question. Don’t answer
that.
Are you taxpayers like the rest of us because
if you’re not then you have no business out on our cosmopolitan streets…If
you’re on welfare then get off the streets of downtown Minneapolis and Minneapolis
in general because those streets belong to the taxpaying citizens and civilians
not to low-life vagabond Ghetto Chicago and Minneapolis Black prostitutes,
thugs and street drug dealers and their Caucasian “wanna-be poser” counterparts
without futures to speak of.
If you don’t contribute to the professional progressiveness
that is this Minneapolis then you don’t have a say no matter how much of a
screamer you may be.
Wake up! The world’s left you far behind in
the dust and it’s only the fault of the Ghetto and mean-spirited Black brothers
and sisters and their White counterparts as well as Euro-trash, walking about
loitering as though the world owed them something and with chips on their
shoulders. Get off the streets of the chic-metropolitan and
cosmopolitan-contributing citizens and civilians that is Minneapolis, Minnesota.
Our streets don’t belong to you and you know it. They never did and they never
will.
Get over it. Everybody suffers. Everybody.
You don’t live in the Middle East so you really don’t know hunger, real
physical pain and the fear of being bombed at any one moment, do you? Yes, I’m
speaking to you. I’ve got friends who were forced into the Ethiopian military militia
at the ripe age of 11. Americans don’t know suffering as others around the
world do. We have our own inner-mental and spiritual suffering but not real gut
wrenching suffering.
It’s up to you to make something dignified
out of yourselves. No one else is and will do it for you. Ghetto Blacks and
Caucasians are not fit to be strollers amongst the civilized because you don’t
even have the basics under your belts so no one can trust you because you can’t
even trust yourselves to learn to read and write proper English and understand
it’s vastly and complex responsibility towards all that live to contribute. Eat
that for Nordic dinner tonight. Yes, the truth is painful no matter if it’s
dished cold or hot.
No, don’t make that face at me. I was a child
of a third world nation. I survived four years in an orphanage and I’ve never
panhandled, stolen or sold my body for money. Back it up and back it up fast.
I’m getting started. I know what it’s like to be dirty, hungry and poor. It’s a
sight for soar eyes. We all know it. I became a contributing member of society
because that was the dream - don’t you see? The American dream it’s not about what your country can do for
you it’s about what you can do for your country.
Now, you can sit there and call me all the
names you want it’s another excuse for not contributing as you ought to be and
you know it.
I know, respect and love Black brothers and
sisters. None of that nonsense! I’m tired of stupid excuses, weak rebuttals and
disgusting behavior from the Ghetto Black and Caucasian in America. Wake Up!
Contribute or go off somewhere else all by yourselves where the taxpaying
American citizens and civilians don’t have to look at your sorry selves wasting
away before our very own eyes year after year.
The welfare offices ought to be moved to the
outskirts of the city limits or right in North Minneapolis but not in the heart
of the city not in downtown. I hate the lie that is Black and Caucasian Ghetto America
and what it has become. No, Black and Caucasian Ghetto is not like Jewish
Ghetto it never was and it never will be.
Black Ghetto definitely is not Martin Luther
King Jr. and his dream.
I hope that in our next city elections that
our politicians will address such topics as high rent in a city that has become
dirty, violent, drug and prostitution infested and sometimes almost not worth
living here yet we stay because we believe in Minneapolis and the civilians
will take their city back. This city belongs to the chic, educated and
progressive. Period.
Also politicians must address Chicago and
Minneapolis Ghetto Black pissing and masturbating on our public streets. Get
them out of here if we expect and hope for Minneapolis to financially bounce
back from this past economical depression of a decade that has left our
buildings desolate with more for-rent-signs than ever.
Place Ghetto Black in some area where they
can all piss, masturbate and prostitute on each other. I’m tired of seeing
street deals, prostitution and low-life Ghetto Black and Caucasian stepping all
over the urban vitalization that has made downtown Minneapolis so great for so
long.
Do you know why taxpaying civilians avoid
downtown, Minneapolis like the plague as a fun and vital metropolises? Who
wants to place themselves in the middle of high potential harm? Nobody with a
brain. Most likely if you work downtown then you go in: you get out and that’s
that.
Downtown, Minneapolis still has a great
chance but its hanging by a thread.
I’ll let you know when downtown, Minneapolis
makes a turn for the better until then it’s a vulgar and boring place to be as
a cosmopolitan by night with the exception for “Eat Street” / Nicolette Avenue
and even then I’m tired of the garbage literally the trash blown here and there
as though Minneapolis doesn’t have a great municipal advantage.
What are our city taxes being spent on?
Gabriela
P.S. Food for thought. You don’t have to
agree with me that’s what makes any intellectual great.
P.S.S. Nothing. Oh, yes: paraphrasing: “ ‘The
deficit has never knocked on my front door’ ” It’s a Larry King quote. I have
to look it up. I wondered where I had heard such a quote.
December 5, 2011
“A great city is that which has the greatest men and women.” - Walt Whitman
“Here
or henceforward it is all the same to me, I accept Time absolutely.”
- Walt Whitman
“I
accept reality and dare not question it.” - Walt Whitman
“Do
I contradict myself? Very well, then I contradict myself, I am large, I contain
multitudes.” - Walt
Whitman
“Every moment of light and dark is a miracle.”
- Walt
Whitman
Happy Monday!
Aloha.
Pardon, I fell asleep. I meant to post before five
today.
I’m quite emotional and I’ll try not to become all too
transparent across the page.
After all, I’m harbored in the land of the
stoic giants and in their honor I’ll do my very best not to become all too
emotional about anything although this feisty full-blooded Mayan nature of mine
was granted to me through ancestry and birth. No, I’m not ornery. Rather I’m
feisty. A huge difference, isn’t there?
I’ve mustered up all the energy that I have
to sit up in bed and write to the world because I find it important for you to
read a story about life. I’ve lived happily and to the fullest extend every
single day of my natural life and I’m grateful to be alive today - this very
day.
I’m grateful that nothing ruptured one week
ago under the knife (more like it a robotic apparatus) without any internal
bleeding. I’m here today to write such meager and humble words to you.
I’m sorry that I haven’t any Shakespearean
sonnets, Whitman’s prose or Rumi’s profoundness in poetics. I shall do my very
best someday to feed your souls with such splendor but as for today I ask of
you to accept such humble offerings in the form of a literary gift from a woman
who’s lived an incredible and extraordinary existence no different from that of
yours. I’m sure of it.
Life is sure interesting.
There’s nothing poor or pitiful about me and
there hasn’t been in many ways I’m embracing the fact that I’m quite
introverted even though I’ve continued to force myself into an extraverted
square peg. I love many extraverts I respect. I simply haven’t liked being used
and abused by many extraverts I’ve met in the past decade especially as I get
older and wiser I hate fluff, liars and manipulators because they’re such
destroyers of the world. Ha! I’m laughing. It’s not quite as serious as all
that you know? I’m being silly and strong at writing such piece of living words
granted to me through each painful breath of life I’m bestowed especially today.
No, I’m not “shy” about anything nor do I
play at some idiotic game of cutesiness in pretending that I’m shy when in reality I’m truly inside the
core of myself therefore I’m serious and curt with people I don’t know nor do I
care how that may come across. The greatest gift bestowed upon me is that I’m
not an ass kisser, a brown nose-r or a conniving manipulator. I wouldn’t be
able to live with myself much less sleep at night. I care about a lot of people
and their wellbeing. I care because I was born caring. It’s in my nature I
can’t help it: even those that hate my guts (ha!) have understood that I love
and I love tremendously therefore I must be careful to shield and guard my
heart against cunningness, manipulation, disrespect, jealousy and envy.
I don’t pretend my life away to be anything
that I’m not to be because my life is magnificent and it’s right here before me.
I’ve had the extraordinary gift of light even in the darkest hours. Do you know how profound it is to be alive even
so when others have been miserable, drunk, cunning, conniving, manipulative,
disrespectful and mean?
I’ve held on to the sacred and that I’ll take
to the grave with me. I’ve been granted the gift of magnificence don’t you see? The gift of thinking. The
gift of philosophy. The gift of questioning in the art of challenge and
arriving at the just even if it’s
against cultural divides.
I am as you read. Quite deeply touched by
life and always been - I’ve not lost my fine tuned soul since childhood no matter
how many lies, emotional and physical abuse and manipulation I’ve lived through
- especially conniving cunningness by those whose souls have abandoned them decades
ago.
I’m afraid that my writing is quite scandalous (tongue in cheek) and
delivered in a straightforward manner. Therefore, I’ll have to guarantee you
that those who love me continue to tell me that for someone who writes with
such a large and boisterous voice that I’m quite nice and childlike: They tell
me that, I’m nice and loving and thus I believe them to be so.
The older I get the more confident, beautiful
and intelligent I’ve become. Do you know
what it’s like to encounter the transformation of an ugly duckling into a swan?
It’s marvelous and striking. It’s breathtaking and you simply can’t take your
eyes away. It’s no different than watching a great thespian master transform
themselves into a great and believable character, except that when their
performance is over my life goes on as it is with all the splendor and awe.
Here, the lights and the applause of life don’t stop. My life is full of poetic
soliloquies to be delivered with each living breath of given life.
I’m a lucky human who is beloved, trusted,
respected and granted more love than I may ever be able to express through such
humble written words that do emotions no justice.
I’m grateful to our surgeon (only one of five
in the state of Minnesota who did master such surgical procedure one week ago).
I unconditionally love my husband, my closest
family members and my true and tried friends of the past 15 to 20 years. I’m a
lucky bastard! I know it!
My one and only Father has been a true
inspiration for so many years now. I thank him for giving me the gift of
writing and embodying the power of deep emotion through storytelling form. It’s
my Father, you see, who’s a wordsmith
not I. It’ll be another many years before I’ll make a decent enough writer to
write a first novel. Never mind about that for now.
Today, today… I raise my glass to you! Here’s
to you and your health, beloved ones, dignity, truth and honor no matter how
difficult it may be to achieve at times we must continue to uphold such values
and virtues to our greatest standards of societal emotional graces and respect.
Don’t deceive yourselves. Don’t lie to yourselves. Life indeed is short lived is it not?
Sincerely and Truly Yours,
Gabriela
P.S. I ask of you and if I must beg then I
will: Please, don’t allow for our youth, our minors to volunteer at soup
kitchens, runaway homes and impoverished areas of any sort. What I’ve witnessed
and seen in the past two decades (but more so and especially in the last two years
in my early thirties) has left me appalled at the world that is. Our youth get
manipulated and preyed upon especially our girls and women. Please, don’t allow
for this to happen anymore. I’ll not speak of it again.
The world is a dark and sinister place as
well as beautiful and pure: and there are many great imbalances. Especially,
for those youth from private schools, please go home. Please, you’ll be preyed
upon as I promise you this: There’s nothing glamorous about poverty or trying
to play Florence Nightingale. Face-to-face volunteerism is overrated. Send
money if you must. Stick to your kind, trust worthy and respectful people, ah
that little word, again - respectful.
And most likely if people have been unkind,
disrespectful and untrustworthy then their entire
clan will eventually show you that they, too, are untrustworthy through their
actions, words and deeds and that they’re scoundrels just the same. Mark my
words. I’ve learned for the last time. Simply, because I’ve been over trusting
and foolish it doesn’t mean that you have to be so. Trust, but don’t extend
yourselves to others especially when you’re only
acquainted with them through passing because we live in times of great
unbalance and people do and will take advantage of you and yours. I’m a prime
example. I mean it! Guard your own as you would your heart and newborns. Don’t
give an inch and don’t budge.
Class divide. Absolutely. Yes, there will be
class divide until the poor stop using the rich as piggy banks and the rich
begin to understand the plights of the poor. Just because you care about those
who are impoverished it doesn’t mean that you must take on their habits, needs
and crudeness. Leave them be. Live your lives and contribute by making
something extraordinary out of your lives and becoming inspirations to us all.
Put it down. Walk away slowly and don’t look back or you’ll turn to salt. The
first time you’re ever yelled at by anyone, leave and never go back without as
much as a single word. Leave. Go. Run. I’ve quit being a volunteer and I’ll not
be a volunteer again for as long as I live. I’ll send money to charities I
believe won’t rape the till but even then it’s tough not to be skeptical. I
whisper to you, “Run!”
P.S.S. I’m in pain. I’ve given you everything
that I have for today. I feel for those who’ve become addicted to painkillers,
it’s like feeling seasick all the time. I’d rather live with this pain for a little
bit longer than nausea. I’ve quit smoking 100% tobacco. I’ve been given a
second chance at living. No, not to live but to be alive and so I’m taking it
and running with it. Even though I only smoked about a cigarette to three a day
for the past two years I’m done. Plus, the smell is so vulgar.
*) I have alliance to two men, only, who were my masters: one as a
welder and the other as a stage builder. One, with dreadlocks, the other with
missing teeth and he died last week but that’s as far as it goes.
It’s been made quite clear to me that I’m not
a part of their extended families unless I become their piggy bank and for that
you can all go straight to hell! It was all lip service on their behalf and two
wasted years at a chaotic, drug infested and lead-filled organic vegetable
garden and non-profit food bank. Be grateful I’m not spiteful and vengeful or
I’d shut them down in the blink of an eye. Thus I move on. Hippies, they’re
dead. Don’t trust anyone with highfalutin ideals and no actions to back it up
nor capital.
People are scoundrels. Be careful. Be very careful.
People are master manipulators. Punks are so overrated; they’re just rude
low-lives and a waste of breath of life that never grew up past the 1980’s.
Anyone who is rude is insecure about their
existence. Don’t address them. Don’t have anything to do with them. Let them
die in the gutter as they wish to do so. Forget anybody who ever speaks down to
you or who takes out their animosity out on you because they see you as a
second class citizen. Forget low-lives and their high ideals with low brow and
second rate existences. They don’t even know what a high ideal is even when the
door’s hitting them on the ass on their way out. I’m speaking from experience.
I know what I’m talking about. Be careful with yourselves and our youth.
Please. Please. Please.
I’ve been burned and I’m writing about it so
you don’t have to go through it yourselves. Anybody, who’s fallen for
“hippies”, hipsters and punks’ atrocious behavior and conduct, is foolish and
it doesn’t mean that you must go along with it and become the fool as well.
Stay away! Don’t volunteer with the poor of these sectors under unstructured premises
and uncertified places even so be very careful.
December 2, 2011
“There can never be peace between nations until there is first
known that true peace which is within the souls of men.” - Black Elk
Happy Friday!
Aloha.
December 1, 2011
“Grandfather, Great Spirit, once more behold me on earth and lean
to hear my feeble voice.” - Black Elk
Happy December 1st!
Aloha.