January 31, 2012
“There is nothing more hateful than bad advice.” - Sophocles
“Things gained through unjust fraud are never secure.” - Sophocles
“There
is no success without hardship.” - Sophocles
“There is no witness so terrible and no accuser so powerful
as conscience which dwells within us.” - Sophocles
“There are some who praise a man free from disease; to me no man
who is poor seems free from disease but to be constantly sick.” - Sophocles
Happy Tuesday!
Aloha.
Correction on Side note #3: Yes,
the iPads do have to cost $700.00 for now.
Eric says that until Apple creates a robotic
work force with more precision and less human labor then the iPads won’t have
to cost anywhere between $400.00-$700.00.
Eric says, “Apple can take a bath on their
profits like Amazon did but they’ll be damned if they’ll lose money on
something.”
No, I never wrote to boycott Apple iPads
yesterday. I simply wrote that the working conditions of Chinese factories must
change for the sake of our Chinese brothers and sisters. Done! Lovely!
Plus, it’s not only Apple it’s the entire
electronics industry that must change their approach to human rights and
business.
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(Corrections about the sheep farmer’s story
have indeed been made.)
Corrections: from
“sheepherders” to “sheep farmers” and from “hobby farm” to “operational sheep
farm”. Also, correction from the
wolves attacking the sheep in “the middle of the night” to the wolves actually making
attacks “in the middle of the afternoon”. Thank goodness for notes! Thank you
for your patience!
Shall we dance?
How about a rural Minnesotan Polka for today…
One of the most profound experiences I had as
of this past summer / fall 2011 was making the time to go for the first time ever to a rural Minnesota County Fair. I held
the greatest honor to intimately speak, research and gather information from
expert sheep farmers and observing the nature of their traumatized sheep.
I’ve been thinking about this experience ever
since.
I never knew that I’d like sheep so much.
I was a bit intimidated by the sheep at first
only because we were unacquainted and strangers to one another. Once we got
comfortable with each other and each other’s smell then we settled into a bond
of respect and acquaintanceship. The sheep didn’t overstep any boundaries nor
did I. I liked the sheep and since they didn’t hoof at me or bite me I think
that the sheep liked me, too, by understanding that I had a deep and a great appreciation
for their well being.
One of the sheep farmers was discussing in
great detail the pain that came from losing many members of his flock to
wolves.
This particular sheep farmer had to contend
with the utmost gruesome death to many of the sheep in his flock.
In the middle of the afternoon (not night)
wolves had gotten to the sheep and had bitten the sheep from behind, scratching
and clawing at the sheep with their wolf paws and snouts.
Due to this violence committed against the
sheep, deep wounds and infections settled into their rear ends. Eventually the
sheep died from larva nesting into their buttocks.
I didn’t nor do I find this type of death funny,
not one bit.
I think it would be a gruesome, slow and
painful death to any living organism to die in such a manner. Not to mention
how painful it must be to watch and to tend to a portion of a dying flock while
they lived out the remainder of their days in unmentionable excruciating pain.
How does one alleviate pain such as that? One
doesn’t.
Death is the most humane thing that can
happen to the sheep in this scenario.
If you think that this type of death is funny
then you’re cruel and have no respect for life; the living and the dead. There’s
nothing honorable about such a savage death. Especially when the livelihoods
and the loss of wages are indeed real to the many families of sheep farmers.
All I could do was heavily and calmly breathe,
hold my left hand to my heart and keep the tears from rolling down my little
cheeks as the sheep farmer spoke tenderly in a slow and mournful deep Minnesotan
drawl about the death of his flock.
The sheep farmer was a great poem, so sad and
touched by the hand of death that his words drew out a breath from humanity’s
lungs for all the ages to witness a great loss to our friends of the animal kingdom. His words were a lasting
breath, still, and frozen in time. I could see his words suspended in the air
as I choked back tears and let them get released through my skin in the form of
terrified Goosebumps.
The loss alone was difficult not to mention
the struggles that come with his trade as well as being a physically
handicapped sheep farmer working his operational sheep farm.
I had so much appreciation and agape love for the love this one
particular sheep farmer, that, which he showed for his sheep, the environment
and life in general.
It was obvious that he had a wholesome and respectful
bond to his sheep. Even though I felt weepy I held back my emotions so that I
could reason out his misfortunes, lost wages and lessons. I swallowed my tears
and continued to listen to his stories of awe, wonder and loss.
Do you understand what I’m writing to you?
A poem for all the ages written with my very
breath of life.
A poem, I tell you: a poem about the life,
death and the love of one sheep farmer for his flock.
I can only imagine this is what Mr. Jesus
Christ must’ve been like. The Jesus, many of you shout out from the
mountaintops sounds so mean, bigoted and greedy. It wasn’t until I spoke to
this gentle soul for a sheep farmer that I understood tremendous agape love and respect as that of what
Jesus Christ must’ve meant by his teachings, life and death.
In conclusion: I do
believe there ought to be a wolf hunting season now that our brother wolf is no
longer a Minnesotan endangered species it’s time to balance out the population.
I’d like to hunt brother wolf with bow and arrow. Like all things in life
Mother Nature has a way of deeply understanding cycles and the food chain.
Sincerely,
Gabriela
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Thoughts about Minnesota DNR:
*) How
about those Minnesotan mountain lions? Don’t give me that! We’ve seen them
in the woods of rural Minnesota. We know where they congregate at their
watering hole. We found them. We’re working on trail cameras to bring you
proof. We’re working on it if the DNR won’t.
Bring a riffle into the woods - that’s all
I’ve got to say. Could you imagine having your face or your guts ripped out by
one of those puppies while you’re conscious, awake and alive. Say, “goodbye” to your sweet faces.
They’re here!
Why isn’t the Minnesotan DNR doing their job and letting Minnesota’s
citizens know that we’ve got wild mountain lions in our woods? What did you say? Oh, it’s about
money. I get it. Environmental impact statements. Oh, gee, golly!
It’s always
about money and not the safety of citizens any longer. I’m so sick of the
shallowness that is American institutions and the greedy corruption that comes
with it. Change is here. Social Revolution for The People! Money won’t hold up a
lick in the future. I mean, that, humanity will take precedence over money. Humans
first, then tons of monetary success later.
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Side note #1: Do not
take liberties such as being rude to the President of the United States of
America. It makes me cringe watching people be so foul, out-of-order and
uncouth with the Leader of the Free World. What
type of precedence does that set for our American children and youth to
witness? I’m definitely not going out of my way to so much as meet the
President much less get a glimpse of him, but let me tell you this: if I were
ever to have the honor of such an occurrence, then I would definitely mind my
P’s and Q’s and be on my best behavior. Stop being rude to the President. It
embarrasses the Americans. Americans are brought up better than that. We know
better. Please!
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Side note #1.5: If a
host calls you the day of a dinner party or a day before the weekend of their
wedding inviting you to their occasion, then you’re just an afterthought.
Thoughts about hosting parties: guests:
There’s
nothing more uncouth and low-brow than an ungracious host or hostess who thinks
that they’re doing you a favor but really their baboon asses are hanging out
for the entire world to see and it’s so obvious. Deny such fools.
Don’t
be their guests because chances are you make far better company than they do
and who likes an idiot host or hostess especially a bride to be? It’s like
being forced to watch her take out her genitals while she socially masturbates
away in front of her guests. Gross. Low-brow.
I
like to write that I like to get
people liquored up at our parties, but really I’m a sophisticated woman and I
don’t like to get drunk, myself, it makes for horrible conversation, attitude
and manners.
I
hate to micromanage other people’s drinking. Our guests know where the kitchen
is and that they are more than welcome to anything that’s been set out on the
counters. I do from time to time walk around with a bottle of Champaign so as
to fill glasses but by no means is it mandatory. I do it as a gesture in kind.
It holds symbolism nothing more and nothing less.
I did like to spend hundreds of
dollars on alcohol when we used to host parties, so as not to run out and so
that our guests didn’t have to worry about bringing anything with them. The
last party we had was about 1.5 years ago and my passport possibly walked away
at that time, so we’ve stopped having parties. I’m not sure I’ll ever have a
party again unless it’s our oldest and equal friends whom we can trust from
respectable backgrounds. Plus, now I have a safety deposit box and that changes
everything, doesn’t it?
Side note #2: Reiteration:
(You keep asking me about it so I’ll keep writing about it.) As I wrote
yesterday, we’re so fortunate that our field work and research makes it
possible for us to meet with all types of people from all walks of life. I
count my lucky stars that I hung in there with my filmmaking career while I
struggled as a novice and amateur (even though the films were awful when I
first got started. No, seriously the films were horrible and they are now
locked away in a vault, although I laugh at my immense learning curve
especially having studied film and worked in the industry). After thirteen
years of hard work I really like what I do for a living. I got lucky! Yes,
making films is my day job. Thank you.
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CORRECTION: Side note #3: Personal
Bias: You know that an iPad doesn’t have to cost $700.00 much less $2,100
whether they’re made in China or in the United States. You know that the parts
are cheap as hell to construct, manufacture and assemble. Cheap as hell. The
more knowledge you know then the more you can decipher a lie. iPads could cost
no more than a $100.00, really.
Cheers! A 300% markup is only greedy little paws. Just saying.
Correction: Yes,
the iPads do have to cost $700.00 for now.
Eric says that until Apple creates a robotic
work force with more precision and less human labor than the iPads won’t have
to cost anywhere between $400.00-$700.00.
Eric says, “Apple can take a bath on their
profits like Amazon did but they’ll be damned if they’ll lose money on
something.” No, I never wrote to boycott Apple iPads yesterday. I simply wrote
that the working conditions of Chinese factories must change for the sake of
our Chinese brothers and sisters. Done! Lovely!
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Side note #4: I
found a place to grocery shop in the Twin Cities without being touched, abused,
hustled-at and hassled. Wow! I’m not telling you where. It’s the best kept
secret in the Twin Cities. The clientele is Caucasian, clean, well kept, well
mannered, educated, upper middle class, calm and respectful. It was like
walking through a dream while eating ice cream and not spilling any of it. I
couldn’t believe what I witnessed today. Although, this week we start buying
groceries from a delivery service just to be safe.
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Thoughts about Uptown, Minneapolis and buying
a home:
*) Can the politicians get our Uptown,
Minneapolis back to the arts, political activism and a clean culture of young /
middle aged hardworking professionals? Why so much ghetto-ness, grit and dirt
after the tornado hit North Minneapolis?
The demographics are changing into a
ghetto-black that is uncultured, harsh and violent.
Please clean up Whittier, Phillips and Stevens
at the edges of Uptown because it’s starting to look like ghetto black and it
begins with slumlords. Uptown is gorgeous, proud of its professional artistic
culture. I’m afraid Uptown is becoming an endangered species about to lose
their artists and gain North Minneapolis ghetto black with their thuggish and
mean demeanors not to mention welfare checks.
We’re thinking of leaving Uptown…
Uptown has gotten too violent for our taste.
All we wanted to be when we grew up
was to become contributing professional artists without having guns shoved in
our faces while walking the greenway. What a pity. So sad. My heart hurts just
thinking about leaving Uptown. I love it here so much but I refuse to raise a
family in so much violence, prostitution and drugs. No, I’m not talking about
marijuana. I’m talking about meth, crack, cocaine and heroin. Now, there are
just a few drugs to really be concerned about. Marijuana, get over yourselves
(legalize it and tax it for medicinal purposes). Please! Will you be my neighbor! (I’ve never seen a full episode of Mr.
Rogers.)
*) I called the cops again on Sunday night.
Our neighbors sounded like they were about to come crashing right through our
ceiling. We’re looking to buy a house. Our neighbor’s ex-girlfriend broke a
window, the upstairs kitchen faucet, kicked our neighbor in his privates,
loosened his tooth and screamed bloody murder while she wrecked the upstairs
apartment.
We’re tired of sharing walls, so in the next
month or so we’ll be buying a home. Just like that. We knew that we’d be forced
into buying sooner than later, even though we didn’t want the responsibility
especially when most homes are only worth $50,000 to $80,000 but everyone seems to think their homes are
worth $400,000. Please! Homes do depreciate just like cars. Oh, your mortgage broker
didn’t let you know that. Well, you were lied to and you bought the lie. Nope,
step back! My Father has built three homes worth $500,000 dollars each with his
very own two bare hands. I know value when I see it because I know
construction. Who do you think you are!
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Personal thoughts:
P.S. We finally got back up on the horse and
walked one hour yesterday. I love walking. Walking makes me Zen and Happy. I’ve
been incredibly quietly happy for the past two days. It’s wonderful and
remarkable how no pain can bring out
the best in a human.
P.S.S. Yes, next week I’ll get around to
writing about global warming as a fact and as a human factor in ESL laymen’s terms
as well as writing about the housing bubble.
Oh, get ready.
Strap on a seatbelt and put on a helmet
because I’ve got a word or two about what happened to this great Nation of ours
and how fraudulent behavior led us down the path of poverty, devastation and
mis-education while the Government turned one blind eye and allowed for the corporations
to rape its citizens out of their homes, futures and success. Ouch! That’s what
you guys created. I didn’t. I’m lucky enough to live in these complex times and
scribe about them for our beloved ones in the year 7012 so that they may learn
from our mistakes.
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Thoughts about modern philosophy:
*) Sometimes,
I think I ought to go and get a doctorate in my sixties and become a philosophy
/ film Professor and teach for a doctoral program in my retirement. Except that
I’d dislike all of the corrupt politics that comes with academic institutions.
I’m too much of a free spirit with some serious discipline, boundaries and high
standards.
Plus, much of what I studied about modern philosophy is how to
bullshit your way out of anything. That’s not really philosophy that’s a contemporary approach to self-promotional
and self-marketing tools and strategies to a fast track to getting yourself hated
and your can licked because your whole existence is off center.
Pity, how
shallow some people are, that they can’t see their stretched out Pinocchio
noses right out in front of their faces. (Sigh.) Mediocrity is so rampant in
these modern American times. Mediocrity is so easy to do and to exhaust to a
point of annoyance and disgrace in the name of shallow modern philosophy.
January 30, 2012
“A day lays low and lifts up again all human things.” - Sophocles
“Wisdom is the supreme part
of happiness.” - Sophocles
“Wisdom
outweighs any wealth.” - Sophocles
“Wise
thinkers prevail everywhere.” - Sophocles
“Whoever
thinks that he alone has speech, or possesses speech or mind above others, when
unfolded such men are seen to be empty.” - Sophocles
Happy Monday!
Aloha.
Let’s dance.
*) This
blog is not therapy. This is a professional blog with an intention for English
as a Second Language progress and mastery of the language with thoughtful and
intelligent observations. If I need therapy then I’ll hire myself the services
of a professional psychologist. Done! Thank you.
*) As
a Maya Indiana scribe the content and subject matter is for your benefit to
learn wisdom through one perspective in the galaxy so that you may know that
you’re not alone as you do collect and gather experience throughout your
journeys on the road to learning, aging and death.
I’m
not ashamed to write any word that I do. Otherwise, I wouldn’t do it. I’m not
an open book. I’m quite introverted and you only get to read about 1% of what I
think about. If I want to confide in anyone on personal issues then I’ll go to
my closest friends for that. Otherwise, angel food cake in moderation.
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Introductory Soliloquy: {Do
you know what a King Bee’s sole function is, to her colony? (King Bee is the
same name for Queen Bee.) A King Bee’s sole function is to produce while her Ladies in waiting tend to her every
nourishing, cleansing and bathing need. A King Bee’s Ladies in waiting understand the importance of her sole role in
function to the existence of her entire colony. If the King Bee perishes or
can’t royally produce then most likely the colony may die or she’ll be replaced
by another of her greatness and only of
her greatness. The King Bee must be replaced as quickly as possible if she
becomes ill and is no longer able to continue to supply from her royal jelly
diet.
However and nevertheless, not just any bee may become the next
King Bee. It’s a job and an honor reserved for those that can and will produce
healthy, pure and non-retarded future bees.
Otherwise, the colony will self-implode if
future bees were to be born with major dysfunctions such as those of the
psychological, emotional or physiological then there would be no more honey. When
there’s no more honey then there’s only death nothing more and nothing less.
The King Bee’s stinger is reserved and to be used
against other Queen Bees pushing their agendas, intrusions and stupidities
against the King Bee. The King Bee reserves the right to kill multiple times if
she must for the protection, sanity and balance of the bee hive when any other
imposter becomes too much of a poser to handle she simply kills any other bee retarded
enough to believe that they’re cut from the same royal cloth when in actuality
all that bee is, is non-grass fed, non-free range rotted red meat that only
vultures can swallow and digest. You are
what you eat.}
Now, my sole purpose as the King Bee of my
hive is to produce as many as 1,500 ideas per day just as a King Bee produces
1,500 eggs per day during peak times nothing more and nothing less. I refuse to
lay half witted-retarded ideas (look up the word retarded) without any
foundation because if I do then my hive dies. I won’t allow for such nonsense
for as long as I’m healthy and laying down strong foundations to viable ideas
for the future of this hive. I’m too healthy not to be royally conducting a
great and important service such as creative and analytical thinking…
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Point One: First, you can’t possibly know how to cook
with pear vinegar if you don’t know to how produce honey. Period.
It’s impossible and grotesque to think that
if you put honey out for an Ursus
arctos horribilis (grizzly) that they won’t keep coming around
and create vinegar for you. Gee, I wonder
why the grizzly bear kept coming back and ate the dogs in the backyard. Gee,
golly! Please!
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Point Two: Second any magazine writer that has the gull
to recommend to any tech reader to waste their lives with drunk bosses just so
they can get a raise or recommends to wealthy techies to buy iPads made in
China from economical slavery is either an idiot that ought to become sautéed
sea scallops in pear vinegar and organic lead-free pomegranate wine or they
need to get laid. (Wink, Wink.) (I forgot to wink at the writer.) Simple as
that.
Please, don’t give out stupid advice to geek readers
even if the questions may actually be
made up by an eighty five year old knitting socks while her cat tugs away at
the yarn.
People want to believe that magazine writers
have useful information that will indeed make their lives easier in a complex
and confusing world of non-tech geeks who are still a century behind the times.
Roll up your sleeves, you’ve got lots of work
to do and learning how to produce honey is one of them, which in turn will
teach you to become a master chef who can truly turn vinegar into honey that
which is called for in any recipe when dealing with either fascist tyrants or
lazy minded people. If you don’t know about pear vinegar, then it’s time. I can
drink it straight out of the bottle because it’s so sweet and beautiful a
taste. It makes me want to make love not
war.
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In Conclusion: Now, I
married a tech geek (a broadcast engineer) who is ahead of the times and ahead
of the tech curve. I can’t explain it to you how wonderful it is to be married
to someone who is always in constant
research and ahead of the tech market in thoughts, words and deeds.
Nevertheless, this must be made quite clear.
The real reason as to why Eric is a true tech geek is because if he needed to then
he’d build an iPad himself in the garage.
Now, that’s the spirit of geekiness that I
fell in love. Seriously, the man I married is a genius (through I.Q. tests)
therefore if the world did shut down tomorrow we’d survive because Eric can and
has built two-way radios, computers and electronics. How cool is he? Very.
Anything electronic and Eric’s brain makes sense of it the way I make sense of
the world while filming flowers. I’m completely Zen as so is Eric.
Eric knows exactly where and how technology
needs to improve. I should probably not be writing this, nevertheless the power
of Eric is that he’ll take anything apart and improve it himself instead of
sending it back to the factory. He cuts out the middle man and does it himself.
Watching Eric work is like watching the Royal Russian Ballet masterfully
produce and dance The Nutcracker.
Not only that, Eric is constantly aware of global
humanitarian politics. If microchips, electronics and technology are made in
continents of the world where economical slavery drives the markets then he
refuses to buy from countries where he knows that people and their children
suffer greatly. I love Eric for this reason above many others. He understands that
his sole purpose and responsibility in being as smart as he is-is to be
humanitarian at all costs.
The bottom line is human lives and people’s
quality of life not the dollar.
If people are imprisoned and locked away in
factories, that, forces them to have no lives and to become prisoners to their
work such as those of the iPad’s Chinese slavery factories, then it’s no good
to the rest of the world.
Do you know why it’s no good?
The products being serviced out of such
outsourced factories are made with sweat-blood. Do you know what happens to
goods and services made from sweat-blood? They carry the violence, slavery and
hatred of a people which in turn spreads across the globe and we end up hating
ourselves and each other as a global community for being such suckers and
falling for more corporate / institutionalized lies. (Sigh.)
I became an artistic filmmaker instead of a Fortune
500 CEO because I wanted to make something from nothing. I wanted to stretch
the limitations of my will, soul and spirit into making magnificent products and
services such as this blog without selling you on anything and without making
slaves of others.
Checkmate.
I’m staring down at the barrel of success and
I don’t have blood money on my hands and I’m so proud of the work we’ve done. I
have no delusions of grandeur and I most certainly put in my time as a starving
child of tin-roof huts and jungle barrios of Central America for the first ten
years.
Why in the hell / why in Gods’ good names
would I make art / film and writing that would place the blood of others upon
my hands? Why? I already know what that did to me as a kid from a jungle barrio.
Why as a sophisticated thinking adult human would I go out of my way to do that
to others? Nope. I’m too smart for that type of bullshit.
Don’t get me wrong, Eric and I talked about
it: We’d love to place an iPad in every room of our flat but seen as the world
is and the Chinese are with their outsourced slavery factories we just can’t
justify killing the freedoms and the rights of our Chinese global brothers and
sisters. We would no longer be tech geeks we’d then join the ranks of social
and global economical slave masters, misers and murderers and that we’re not. Simple
as that.
Imagine if American factories got away with
the violation of human and workers’ rights as those of China? There would be
rioting in the streets. Goodness sake, I’d be afraid for those factory owners
and their families as well as the mother companies. It’s good to be American!
It feels so good!
How’s that for pear vinegar and certified
organic lead-free pomegranate wine in sautéed sea scallops! (Wink.)
As a King Bee and a producer I’m here to
challenge the world to think of honey even if I have to first serve up vinegar
to get you to cringe at the injustices of the world. Think! It doesn’t cost
anything to do so.
Let’s see: If an iPad was made in the United
States then it would have a 300% markup from let’s do a median of $700.00. That
would equal: $2,100 Is that right? I’d have to go in search of a calculator. $700.00
X’s 300% = $2,100. Correct. I’ll find out, I guess.
We would’ve made budgets and bought iPads
made in the United States knowing very well that our American workers were not
forced to live in dormitories (commanded not to speak to their dorm mates),
forced into economical slavery and poor working conditions. The Chinese need
Unions! That’s all I’ve got to say! It’s so good to be an American.
We look forward to Apple taking more
responsibility for the production of their iPads. When Apple takes
responsibility for the ludicrous business exchanges they’ve made with China
then we’ll start buying iPads like they’re going out of style because we look
forward to owning technology that isn’t made with sweat-blood. It’s just too
gory.
Outsourcing is so 20th century!
It’s an economical hierarchy of kingdom and serfdom.
Pattow!
Bam!
I’ve got a whole day ahead of me and I’ve got
a tutorial to complete.
Cheers!
Gabriela
P.S. I’ve been icing my wrist and ankle for
an entire week. I feel so much better. The pain of both was so excruciating I
could’ve almost cried all last week. I held it together. I made it through my
injuries and I read a lot. I couldn’t do much so I read everything I could get
my little hands on.
P.S.S. This week’s subject matter: Wolves,
referendums, women as Leaders, Afghanistan women’s rights. Ha! It should be an
interesting week of blogging. I’ve got some serious responsibilities to meet.
Ciao.
*) We’re lucky our field work requires for us
to meet with people from all walks of life at any given time. From visiting
Universities, workers and specialists in their fields to learning new trades in
understanding how to film our subject matter in documentation. It’s like being
a kid in a candy shop of life.
January 30, 2012
“A soul that is kind and intends justice discovers more than any
sophist.”
- Sophocles
Happy Monday!
Aloha.
P.S. About our flat: Eric’s Finn Grandfather
was a fine carpenter and my Finn Grandfather was a fine landlord.
We’re grateful to have a roof over our heads.
We know! Our relative’s relatives and friends lived through Joplin! We’re
grateful! Extremely! Life sure is interesting to say the least.
Eric and I have spent hundreds of hours and
dollars on our flat. We take care of the flat as though it were our own. We
refuse to live in squalor therefore we roll up our sleeves and go to work when
our landlord doesn’t. What’s the alternative? To live with mice? We don’t think
so. Absolutely not!
C'est
la vie.
Gabriela
January 27, 2012
“Always
desire to learn something useful.” - Sophocles
Happy Friday!
Aloha.
I tip well when I learn something useful not when
someone who’s supposed to be providing me with a service wants to act like my
best friend. Friends, I’ve got. Knowledge, I desire.
January 26, 2012
“A word does not frighten the man who, in acting, feels no fear.” - Sophocles
Happy Thursday!
Aloha.
January 25, 2012
“A wise man does not chatter with one whose mind is sick.” - Sophocles
Happy Wednesday!
Aloha.
I’ve quit grocery shopping in person. We are
now going to start hiring a delivery service because there’s weird energy in
Minneapolis not to mention many mentally ill, drug addicts and prostitution. I
sometimes wish Minneapolis had the public finesse of New York City and Boston.
Don’t stare at people in the eye, don’t touch others and don’t stop in the
middle of walking traffic. Annoying! Alas, sigh. Minneapolis is not the huge sophisticated
city that I thought it was going to be. It’s more like… I miss Boston, New York
City. I miss a real metropolis. We’re still here aren’t we?
January 24, 2012
“A
lie never lives to be old.” - Sophocles
Happy Tuesday!
Aloha.
January 23, 2012
“A human being is only breath and shadow.” - Sophocles
Happy Monday!
Aloha.
Well, I’m so human it’s not even funny!
We bought an ergonomics chair on Saturday and
I love it!
I’m contending with some serious carpal
tunnel therefore, I must take the week off from writing. We’re looking into a
computer program which I may speak into a mechanism and it’ll type for me.
I guess the technology is not quite up to par
and people don’t completely like working with the technology because it’s more
cumbersome than it’s worth. I’m back to doing everything left handed again for
a while.
I burned breakfast yesterday morning. Ha!
Pretty funny! It takes a while to get really good at going at it left handed
but once I do, I won’t think twice about it. It’ll be the week of burned meals
and knowing us we’ll laugh it off and order out. What else is there? Otherwise,
lots of peanut butter and jelly sandwiches.
I slipped on the ice on Saturday and I’ve got
a sprained ankle therefore I won’t be speed skating this winter as much as I
wanted to go out and play. All of the signs are leading me away from speed skating.
I’m listening to the wisdom of my experiences when it comes to physical
injuries. I’ve been athletic my entire life and thus I know my body quite well.
I’m quite sad about it, though.
C'est
la vie. “Such is life” in French.
Salavie.
(I write it out phonetically from the Spanish into the English.)
Gabriela
P.S.
Wishing you an amazing week! I hope you take care of your bodies, minds and
spirits.
P.S.S.
It’s been two months without 100% tobacco. Cold turkey! I stopped the Oxycodone
post-surgery on New Year’s. Welcome to the next 45 years of substance free
life! I like a stiff drink from time to time but not as much as I like a sober
thought and work that makes sense. Yee haw! Go ahead! Your life won’t bite. If
you do moderation then you’ll come to find out that you aren’t so boring after
all and neither is life.
Now,
I do believe in the legalization of marijuana (tax it!) because we’ve lived
through, witnessed and survived loved ones who’ve died from cancer and Oh My
Gods! What a frightful sight. Painful is
the only word that comes to mind.
*)
Since it’s now public / police record: I’ve called the police twice in one
week.
Now,
for those of you overly passionate drinking couples when it comes to
disagreements. Fine.
Scream
all you want!
The
Spanish will tell you to go ahead and scream your heads off!
However,
when objects get thrown then there
are issues not only with the one you’re arguing
but also with your downstairs neighbors who at eleven o’clock on a Sunday night
are forced to hear heavy objects landing and crashing above their ceiling.
We live in the wrong zip code and
we’re looking to buy a place without being bullied into a price that’s not
worth a dump.
We’ve
hung in here for five years to buy our flat so we could level the place and
build a single family green home off the grid, preferably.
Once,
I told the landlord that we were thinking of leveling his old decrypted house then,
now, he really
wants us out. Our rent went up just for making that comment. The house isn’t
worth $60,000 (at that) yet he wants $400,000. HA! HA! HA! I know, I’m the Granddaughter
of a Grandfather who owned homes worth $400,000 on lakefront property and this
dump isn’t worth that.
“Yeah
right!” That’s what our closest friends and family members say when they come
through our flat.
The
place is crumbling apart, the chimney is about to fall over onto the street,
the unfinished basement crumbles, there’s mold, the floors shift, nails stick
out from the hardwood floors, mice, plastered walls as thin as paper, cracks on
the walls, the house needs to be insulated, pigeons, crows and bats live in an
unfinished third floor, broken dryer for about five years, no dishwasher, no
counter space for cooking, no storage space, dust, dust all the time from a crumbling
basement, windows as drafty and old as the 1940’s, broken and cracked windows
on the first floor and (I don’t know about the second floor) but as for the
first floor we can hear our neighbors as if they were sitting in our living room.
Yes, we can hear everything
they say! Sad, really.
At
one point we thought about restoring the house back to its original form but
it’ll be far more costly then leveling it and building a green single family
home.
We
wanted the lot but not at the expense of our sanities.
We’ve
been strung along for five years with a stick and a carrot trick.
Our
landlord will offer the house to us every few months to keep us interested but
then will not discuss hiring an inspector and a realtor because he thinks that
we ought to pay for those expenses out of pocket ourselves. I’m tired of living
in a dump, so “back to one”. Back to the beginning in film speech. Pity. We
love the lot, the neighborhood and the location but we’ve had very bad luck
with either rather alcoholic-violent or spoiled brats for upstairs neighbors.
We simply
wanted to level the place and start anew.
Poor
Eric. He’s had his bags packed for four years. He hates living in an apartment
especially after living in a beautiful home for 16 years. I had my heart set on
buying the lot. Now, I can’t wait to get the hell out of here. Tomorrow, if we
can.
We
wanted to make a home here in Uptown, Minneapolis, Minnesota with a hydroponic
lead-free organic vegetable greenhouse for an attic on the south end, a private
home studio and a darkroom. Now, we have no idea. A friend in Missouri she says
she’ll sell us a lot for about $6,000 and that sounds more like it. Most of the
Uptown homes are apartments run by slum landlords. It’s a fact. All you have to
do is look at the houses and see how run down most are no differently than the
central hillside of Duluth. Pity.
January 20, 2012
“I'm tired of being treated like a second-class citizen.” - Rosa Parks
“It was not pre-arranged. It just happened that the driver made a
demand and I just didn't feel like obeying his demand. I was quite tired after
spending a full day working.” - Rosa Parks
“Have
you ever been hurt and the place tries to heal a bit, and you just pull the
scar off of it over and over again.” - Rosa Parks
Happy Friday!
Aloha.
(Corrections; have indeed been made:
grammatical and from “multi-millionaires” to “multi-billionaires”).
I’m working on apostrophes and commas. Oh,
it’s so tough to remember the rules to those. Once I get it then I’ll really get it. For now, I’m struggling
through apostrophes and commas. Cheers! Ha! What a wonderful world!
Side note: words such as “never, “always”,
“everybody”, “nobody” and “every time” are used in tongue-in-cheek. You know why right?
Disclaimer: I’d
love to see a Vikings stadium in Minneapolis but not at the expense of the
already starving and illiterate people. It wouldn’t be fair to The
Constituents.
The questions of the day are:
Who is paying Minneapolis Mayor R.T. Rybak to
make such an asinine decision as to get rid of the CITIZENRY Referendum VOTE
about the Vikings stadium?
Is Minneapolis Mayor R.T. Rybak now “Emperor R.T.
Rybak”? Emperor R.T. Rybak has now joined the ranks of Emperor Barack Obama.
It’s been a full week! Hasn’t it, gentlemen?
How many millions of dollars do Mayor R.T.
Rybak and Governor Mark Dayton have to gain if they get this stadium deal
passed?
How much do they have to gain and their
constituents have to lose?
I’m only asking because both men have been so
pushy about this stadium agenda rather than advocating for education,
infrastructure and state wide jobs?
What gives?
Is there a corrupt system in place that is
all too obvious?
What do these two men and their toadies have
to gain if indeed they have been bought? Really! Both men just want to give away $600 million dollars to multi-billionaires?
There’s got to be a catch in there?
Let’s do a little math. How many years will
it take for the Vikings to pay back The People’s money when the Vikings annual
fiscal revenue is about $30 million a year? Answer: 20 years! Math is fun! Ha!
(Check!)
Why push so hard for a stadium agenda when
The People are in dire need for educational funding, rebuilding infrastructure and
economical growth? Hmm, one stadium or many other responsibilities that
required to be met a decade ago? Gee, that’s a difficult decision, no?
(Sarcasm.)
I’m halted. Gee, I wonder? Does the stadium deal have to do with money?
Ding-ding-ding-ding-ding! I win a new dishwasher! Gee, golly! Wow! People
aren’t as stupid as all that.
(Please,
help Mayor R.T. Rybak and Governor Mark Dayton get their heads out of the sand,
get a smarter point of view and some real morality behind their decisions about
the economical suffering of their constituents.
Constituents come first! Period! Go home for the weekend and stay there.
Think about the type of men you want to become because from where we’re
standing you come across as either uneducated-out-of-time or foolishly-eagerly
greedy.) Where have our Leaders gone! Remember, what
happened to Julius Caesar.
Sub-question:
Is Minneapolis Mayor R.T. Rybak afraid that
his constituents don’t want to give
away $600 million dollars to a private company to build a stadium when
the owner will make back that $600 million on naming rights alone? (Checkmate!)
The People win.
Sub-sub questions:
Why doesn’t Minneapolis Mayor R.T. Rybak realize
that the culture is shifting away from sports towards the sciences, mathematics
and arts?
Is Minneapolis Mayor R.T. Rybak daft to a
modern shift?
Doesn’t Mayor R.T. Rybak realize that after
the devastating 2008 economical collapse that The People have gotten smarter
about what the future holds; and tourism, sports and sexual entertainment are
band aids to a major economical turn around in cultivating long lasting and
professional careers for future generations?
Education, infrastructure and state wide jobs
are first and foremost on the list rather than eagerly giving away $600 million
to multi-billionaires.
Does a Vikings stadium improve the
Minneapolis taxpayer? No, not if a stadium raises our taxes.
Does it keep the Vikings in Minneapolis? No,
no if Vikings force an ultimatum upon The People’s money and their will. Who
wants to do business and support a bully!
Does it improve our business relationships? Once a bully always a bully! Nobody
wants to do business with those who pose ultimatums and mean ones at that.
It’s a brave
new world, boys!
Women don’t like to be pushed around
especially when they see their elderly barely be able to afford medicine and
health care, illiteracy amongst our young and homelessness as well as
demoralization of a society.
Get the hell off our back porches!
You forgot to wipe the shit from the bottom
of your boots before you entered our kitchens for a hot cup of black coffee and
some serious yet kind negotiations. We won’t be bullied into making decisions.
If we have to swat bullies with brooms then
we will. Our great-grandmothers did it for a reason and a good reason it was to
keep the boys in line.
If pushing back doesn’t work then we’ve not
been afraid to use our shotguns. Minnesotan women are of the pioneer stock and
don’t forget it.
If our political and business men can’t wear
their pants with a belt around their waists then we’ll wear the pants for them.
That’s how intelligent and strongly sensitive
we are even though we’d rather be at home spinning and dying wool, knitting
mittens and taking care of the kids, the land and the cows!
The Minnesota women won’t stand for the
righteousness and foolishness of men; in stealing from the mouths of our youth
and babes!
How dare you!
Who do you think you are!
Go back to the hole you came from.
Around these parts we’re Scandinavian, Native
American and immigrants. Strong, intelligent and proud to be hardworking, drug
free and god fearing people who want their religion out of their politics. Get
that through your thick skulls.
P.S. Do you know why Native Americans don’t
owe the White Man a dime in gambling money?
It’s considered restitution and retribution
for murdering Native Peoples, taking their lands and making them slaves. A
slavery that their offspring are still contending with a high illiteracy rate
(dropout rate 60%) and poverty all these centuries later.
That’s why legislature can’t take away from
the mouths of Native youth that barely get some of that casino money to begin
with, anyway. Careful! The average Native American household lives on about
$33, 627 dollars a year according to the Census. That’s not a multi-billionaires
salary, is it now?
P.S.S. Our Move in this chess game:
Six: (my sixth move): (11. P-QK3; correction). Clock. According
to the Metropolitan Sports Facility Commission as of December 31, 2010 the
total number of full-time Metrodome employees is 32 (thirty-two). What happens
to the health care benefits of part-time employees? I should de-queen you for
that. Checkmate! Checkmate! Checkmate! The People win this chess match!
*) Congratulations to the first-ever openly lesbian Native
American female to legislature, Susan Allen.
We have great hopes for Little Earth of South Minneapolis American
Indian urban reservation. Little Earth’s needed so much help for so long. I
love many Native Americans but the youth of that area are mean-spirited,
violent and seriously without leadership and boundaries. I know. I was a
neighbor for a summer and then I moved. The area was too violent for me to want
to invest my time, energy and money into such a neighborhood. I have love for
the next generation to spring forth from the beautiful well of Little Earth
section 8 housing and urban reservation. I have hope.
Excerpt from Love, Actually (2003) film:
Prime
Minister: I love that word "relationship". Covers all
manner of sins, doesn't it?
I
fear that this has become a bad relationship.
A
relationship based on the President taking exactly what he wants and casually
ignoring all those things that really matter to, erm... Britain.
We
may be a small country but we're a great one, too. The country of William
Shakespeare, Churchill, the Beatles, Sean Connery, Harry Potter. David
Beckham's right foot. David Beckham's left foot, come to that.
And
a friend who bullies us is no longer a friend.
And
since bullies only respond to strength, from now onward, I will be prepared to
be much stronger. And the President should be prepared for that.
Salavie.
Gabriela
P.S. Wishing you an amazing weekend amongst
your beloved ones. We worked so hard this week we look forward to playing hard
and resting easy. Ice cream and take out here we come! The couch is waiting for
us! I’m tired and happy! Oh, ever so happy with the decisions I’ve made in my
life as of late. I get custom fitted for speed skates next week. Wonderful!
January 19, 2012
“I would like to be remembered as a person who wanted to be free...
so other people would be also free.” - Rosa
Parks
Happy Thursday!
Aloha.
*) (So many grammatical corrections were
made! Thank you!)
P.S. Yes, I was going to vote for President
Barack Obama as of last week when he signed away The People’s Constitutional
Rights to due process and a fair trial.
Being that President Barack Obama made
himself an Oligarchy Emperor and Dictatorship as of last week I’m no longer
able to vote for him due to his actions. Pity. I really did want to vote Democratic as a Republican feminist in the
2012 elections.
It’s a Lady’s
prerogative to change her mind at any given moment (aristocratic law dating as
far back as 1066). Careful as not to
insult women because they change their minds on any given subject matter at any
given time as they see fit!
Gentlemen, if you speak badly about women
then you’re not men nor gentle, then you’re Boston Common squirrels and if you
know the squirrels in that area then you know what I mean.
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Introduction: It is
-6 below zero Fahrenheit today in Minneapolis, Minnesota.
Days like today make me alarmed for our youth
who are homeless, living out of their cars, abandoned buildings and under
bridges. (This is a fact, this is not poetry.)
Today is the type of day in which our
children and youth can possibly die out there.
Please, help out American youth before anyone
else goes sauntering off (in the name of mass media) to help out the rest of
the world. Please help our American little ones. I’m not able to write about
their suffering. Otherwise I’ll have you in tears and I’ll have none of that
right now. Please, I whisper to you, “our American youth suffer so”.
What must I write to convince you of such knowledge, wisdom and facts? Could you stand living on 600 calories per
day with frost bitten toes and fingers? Well,
could you?
Our lost-leaders forgot about the Americans didn’t they? How dare them! How could they bestow such an atrocity, a
fallacy and an abomination for lies upon the Greatest Nation on Earth that
Americans are above starvation and homelessness? This isn’t the T.V. show Dallas here. Wake up! Wake up! Don’t,
fall asleep or you’ll die in the snow.
If our lost leaders have any heart along with
their power and money then help out the Americans! Please. If I must beg then I
shall get down upon one knee and do so. My ego is not so grand as to allow for
others to suffer. I can’t look upon the misery of others and not make a plea
for mercy. I’m a Lady after all and I
have empathy enough to know the difference between right and wrong.
Our American corporations and our American
government left parents of our American youth without jobs by outsourcing
American manufacturing and industries to China, India and Mexico to sell it
back to us. Now, our youth are homeless and starving. Yes, I’m writing that our
American homeless youth are starving not to mention their parents. How much more direct can I get than that?
{Oh, dearest brothers and sisters in Iran
pray for our youth. Do you know what six
below zero will do to the skin, internal organs and immune system?}
What will it take for republican citizens to open up their hearts and
put into action their evangelical highfalutin religious ideals of love, care
and kindness?
Politics and religion have no business being
intertwined like hooker and pimp.
Republican Congress, will you really let our youth starve and freeze to death? Where have your hearts gone? Why will you not take care of your
constituents? What greedy devil has
climbed into your hearts and souls? Stop preaching all this evangelical
hogwash and act upon your morals and values if you really are men then you will find a way to put America back to work
without preaching about it rather creating environmentally-friendly industry,
manufacturing and trade substantially strong to create an entirely new
Environmental Revolution.
It’s a new century! It’s time for the
Environmental Revolution to power the United States of America. The Industrial
Revolution is over. Let the Environmental Revolution begin!
Let’s go!
Wake up!
Wake up!
Republican Congress, don’t fall asleep in the
snow or you’ll surely die! We need your help to progress a United Country
forward!
Now, how’s that for introductory poetry!
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Let’s dance!
Shall we dance Dear corporate and governmental Emperors and Dictators?
Let’s talk about jobs!
I’m sick and tired of people burying their
heads in the sand.
I believe in Republic / Democratic Capitalism
not Oligarchy Capitalism.
I don’t believe in greed, starvation and
poverty.
I don’t own any credit cards.
I believe in Cash-on-the-Barrelhead like the
pioneers did.
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Now, a pipeline across the entirety of the
United States! Hogwash!
30,000 jobs from a pipeline project is a drop
in the bucket compared to the 50 million Americans out of work.
What the hell are the Canadian oil corporations thinking? Just
because Canada is willing to endanger, damage and kill their ecosystems it
doesn’t mean that America is as daft as all that to follow suit. I mean no
disrespect but the Canadians know better!
Don’t you know that the next Industrial Revolution is going to be The
Environmental Revolution?
Keep up!
We’re twelve years into this new century and
we’ve fallen behind already. Are you
ready to make billions upon billions of dollars? Hell, trillions. We have a
well of wealth and yet politicians keep asking, “How do we create jobs? How do
we create jobs? How do we create jobs?”
What the hell?
Does the Environmental Revolution have to bite politicians on their rear
ends to innovate? It’s right under their noses. Why can’t they see the most obvious solution
is the most profound and the simplest?
America can and will become a revolutionary
leader in The Environmental Revolution. Except this time we’ll be moral, just
and unified. Fair wages, decent benefits, health care and retirement pensions,
as well as educational credits and the CEO may not make X amount of percentage more
than the lowest paid employ. Unions! Unions! Unions! Economic freedom for the
workers of The Environmental Revolution and free daycare! Damn it!
Oh, The People understand: because The
Environmental Revolution has nothing to do with oil we’re being kept from
flourishing. Who are you kidding? Oil
won’t be around in the future. At the rate humans are overpopulating the earth
and moving; fossil fuel will not keep up with the supply in demand. It just
won’t.
Ergo, now is the time to become illuminated,
enlightened and brave. Now, is the time because we must be thinking five
centuries out not instant gratification. Are
politicians done wiping their bottoms yet?
What is the matter with the political men of today?
Why do they hate women so?
To not
be environmentally friendly is to hate women who give birth no differently than
mother earth. Are men really willing to
kill their children?
America doesn’t need environmentally polluted
projects.
America needs an Environmental Revolution,
manufacturing and industry.
An entirely modern and environmentally revolutionized
Industry will flourish.
What are politicians so afraid of?
Don't politicians know what it is to be innovative, free and just?
A new progressive and environmentally
friendly industry for modern times!
What is the matter with the political boys!
Catch up!
Speak with scientists, environmentalists and
progressive minds who are leaders of tomorrow. No matter how much corporate
lobbyists may want to control the future, the future is leaving them far
behind.
The People are tired of 50 tons of mercury
dumped into their lakes, lands and atmosphere. The People are tired of
corporate waste and dumping into one of our greatest gifts, Our Environmental
resources. Boys, The People are about to leave you behind and you’ll be choking
on their dust!
When did the government give corporations the
right to pillage, rape and violently punch our mother earth into a bloody pulp?
Politicians are falling asleep in the snow and you know what happens when you
fall asleep in the snow, right?
You’ll surely die. The People are trying to save you from your greedy selves.
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Either you have cash or you don’t.
Like the Europeans: if you have cash then you
can buy the things that you want. If you don’t have the cash then keep your undisciplined
hands from buying objects you can’t afford. It’s that simple.
Discipline will lead us out of this
economical despair and stop Americans from wandering the desert like a lost
tribe. If you bought into the idea of consumerism on credit then you’ve been
bought and if you’ve been bought then you’re a slave.
Change your mind about economics and the way
you save and spend money and you’ll succeed at taking control over your lives
instead of your credit controlling you. Break free from economical bondage and
the chains of oppression.
If you’re a proud consumer who can purchase
with cash then you’re a civilized hero.
Now, American citizens let’s get to work.
If you’re afraid of teaching your children
about economics then your fears are getting the better of you. The wealthy talk
about wealth all the time without uttering a single word. The very fiber of
their clothing, jewelry and items speaks volumes for them without saying
anything about their wealth.
The wealthy hit you over the head with their wealth
like a blunt object hitting you square in the face.
That’s why a true snob is made of kindness
not delusions of superiority because it’s far more difficult to be kind and
just than prejudiced and bigoted. If you know that you’re smarter, better off
and have far more opportunities than most then you have no business being
unkind and unjust to others otherwise, you’re nothing but an ameba taking up
space. Snobs’ jobs are to teach others to think about a better way to think, to
live, sympathize with those that have nothing and to idealize a better world
for a just future.
Cheers!
Gabriela
P.S. Tongue-in-cheek: Soliloquy: As a
private company owner I demand for the state of Minnesota to build us a $600
million dollar film studio or we’re leaving Minnesota! (He, he, he.) Could you imagine being that daft, especially
if you’re already a multi-billionaire? (Wink, Wink!)
The Vikings annual fiscal revenue is only
about 30 million compared to the $600 million they’re demanding to build a
stadium. Go wipe your boots at the front door. Minnesota is a Finn household
where women are stern and we wear the pants if the men can’t. Insanity!
The Vikings Royal Highnesses and pompous commands leave much to be desired.
For the Minnesotans whose bridges are falling
apart, whose schools are old as 1966 and whose illiteracy rate is climbing the
choice is an easy one, our Minnesota comes first.
Don’t give me that look. To Thine Own Self Be True!
I speak to youth who have no idea how to read,
well, much less balance a budget. Please!
Can you imagine!
How stupid to demand, market and politic behind such daftness?
Why should The Minnesotans give away their
money to a multi-billionaire when The Minnesotan’s children starve, fall behind
global academic standards and we live in a state dealing with homelessness and
a weak infrastructure that will soon collapse once more. We’ve been taking
inventory of our bridges, buildings and roads. You want to put Minnesotans back to work? Rebuild Minnesota’s
infrastructure, education and economy. Now! Yesterday! Today! Sooner than
later!
Please! If the owner of the Vikings can’t
come up with his own money then he truly must not be as great a business owner as he portrays himself to be
(wink). Must he steal from the mouths of
The Minnesotans’ children? Will our overly eager-to-please Minnesotan
politicians wipe rear ends just to be known as any other average politicians
without a legacy to speak of? Take care of your constituents, because they
suffer. What’s the matter with politicians! What the hell! All that power must
be getting to their heads and they must be losing I.Q. points.
P.S.S I care less if my vegetables are
organic or not. However, I do care if they are lead-free or not. Lead-free
vegetables! Lead-free vegetables! Lead-free vegetables! Do you know what lead
does to the brain? It looks like cheese with holes in it.
*) I’ve seen powerful men cry under pressure
and justified anger and I’ve NOT thought of them as weak rather human and
beautiful like gods.
*) I’ve seen women cry to manipulate and get
their way and I’ve lost complete respect for them. Any man that cries like a
manipulative woman is a pretender and manipulator. I have no respect for any
man who cries while he runs a well publicized and televised political campaign.
Crocodile tears are insincere, damning and shallow. Watch out for those seven deadly sins.
*) Pro-choice is a Republican feminist
responsibility. No man! No man may ever tell women whether they can legally have the choice to conduct abortions
or not. If you think pro-life ought to be imposed upon modern women then you’re
a dinosaur and dying. You’re 100 years behind on your politics. Catch up on
your points of view! You’re chocking on dust!
*) Homosexuality is not a disease. Love is
love! Anyone who wants to get married ought not
to have that constitutional right and freedom taken away. Civil rights and
liberties for all and their children! Especially, freedoms for the children of
homosexuals who most likely aren’t homosexuals.
*) Yes, I’m a contemporary Republican
feminist. Damn it! Catch up boys! Politics isn’t a prep school exercise it’s
the reality of people’s lives.
January 18, 2012
“Why
do you all push us around?” - Rosa Parks
“Each person must live their life as a model for others.” - Rosa Parks
Happy Wednesday!
Aloha.
Happy online blackout!
Disclaimer: This is English as a Second Language blog
nothing more and nothing less.
I urge and implore this wayward and ignorant
Republican Congress not to censor the internet! I signed an online petition
against the censorship of internet piracy when it’s so difficult to pinpoint
such acts! Please sign a petition as well.
Most independent professional artists and
entrepreneurs make their living from the internet while not having to leave
their workstations and homes.
I oppose SOPA and PIPA as a professional
filmmaker, savvy entrepreneur and as an independent artist.
Many of us make our livings through and by
the means of the internet.
The moment Congress thinks they can control cyberspace will become the moment that
Congress becomes a Gestapo Nation. President Barack Obama already made himself a
Dictatorship / Emperor as of last week what now? Must a Republican Congress
become his Gestapo Nation as well?
(I’ll
write as I see fit. My Great-Auntie didn’t make it out of the Holocaust alive
for us to live through such turbulent and Fascist times.)
Keep Congress’s ignorant and greedy paws off
The Peoples’ internet: otherwise there will be difficulties, lost wages and a
cultural revolutionary war of great proportions.
Don’t you know? Republican
Congress makes wayward laws while the hackers are on the side of The People?
If intellectual-hackers wanted to shut down
the world then they would.
Out of respect for those global citizens who
put in a hard day’s work intellectual-hackers actually understand the power,
magnificence and importance of global free trade and free enterprise unlike
this corrupt Republican Congress who’s out of step, out of time and out of date
with a brave new world. Catch up
boys! You look retarded in tweed ties. Prep school is over! Get in step with
the times. Let’s progress forward.
Ciao.
Gabriela
P.S. Our (non-religious) breathing prayers to
those rescued and still yet not found from the Costa Concordia.
P.S.S. A captain never leaves his
ship! As a daughter of many sea captains over the past four hundred years / 4 centuries,
I’ve been taught that the captain sinks or swims with his ship. A Captain stays
with his ship until the very last passenger is out. Otherwise, fleeing make a
coward.
*) The major airliner who stole my $809
dollars. Keep it as a reminder that I’ll boycott that specific airliner until
change is brought about. Change is happening and The People are tired of being
economically gouged, abused and manipulated by major corporations and the
American government in bed with these corporations. Keep the $809 dollars! If
airliners have to steal from the mouths of citizens then it means that they
have no honor, they’re not doing well economically and their contracts are
cheap gimmicks in the name of corrupt systems. Keep it so you can wipe your derrieres with it. I hope
you get a rash on your bottoms. Ha! Ha! Ha!
*) I’ve got more responsibilities to
meet for today. Salavie.
January 17, 2012
“My only concern was to get home after a hard day's work.” - Rosa Parks
“At the time I was arrested I had no idea it would turn into this.
It was just a day like any other day. The only thing that made it significant
was that the masses of the people joined in.” - Rosa Parks
“I have learned over the years that when one's mind is made up,
this diminishes fear; knowing what must be done does away with fear. - Rosa Parks
“Racism is still with us. But it is up to us to prepare our
children for what they have to meet, and, hopefully, we shall overcome.” - Rosa Parks
“Memories of our lives, of our works and our deeds will continue in
others.” -
Rosa Parks
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From the Declaration of
Independence. Not only do you have the right to overthrow your government, it
is a responsibility placed on us by a founding fathers. If our government
betrays us, acts other then in accordance to our wishes or we feel changes need
to be made it is our obligation to do so.
Selected quotes by Jefferson about 'rebellion':
Happy Tuesday!
Aloha!
Aright, let’s dance and let’s dance hard
until the salt in your sweat dripping from your forehead reaches your eyelids
and burns your eyeballs.
Today’s blog incredibly controversial!
If you can’t handle this Freedom of Speech then don’t read.
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An open letter to those of you in 7012:
I still have my Freedom of Speech intact.
Consequently I’ll use it until President Barack Obama or a Republican Congress
comes crashing through my living room ceiling and kidnaps me because President
Barack Obama just gave away The Peoples’ Freedoms and rights to fair trial!
Occupy the world!
Viva
La Revolución.
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I’m tired as hell and I’ll tell you why!
If I have to go Rosa Parks on your derrieres then I
will!
Rosa
Parks wasn’t a revolutionary she was simply a tired lady on a bus and I’m
beginning to get all too tired of the insanity that has finally befallen the
United States of America. My
feet hurt. Please, get our constitutional rights back. Are there no lawyers out there who care
what happens to The Peoples’ Rights?
I’m
tired as hell because I tried to change a flight for March 2012 to Costa Rica.
The ticket is non-refundable, non-transferrable and now a major airliner has
stolen $809 dollars of my hard earned currency.
I
feel like Rosa Parks after a long hard day’s work.
I’m
tired and I’ve had enough of lies, greed and more lies! Major airliner said
that when I bought my ticket I entered into a contract with them for them to
take my money without servicing me with any type of service.
Rhetorical
Questions:
When
did corporations win over individuals?
When
did corporations get to legally steal from the hardworking individuals that run
this country in the form of Ma
& Pa shops?
When
did the United States government go to bed with corporations and begin
pillaging and economically raping individuals?
When
did corporations get the right to hate its customers and call it a contract?
When
did the United States Government begin siding with corporations over The
People?
Why
has the American government along with our corporations become former Communist
U.S.S.R.? Why do both hate the Americans so much?
I’m
as tired as Rosa Parks was on that night she rode the bus and was thrown into
jail for standing up for her rights. Go Rosa! Go Rosa! Go!
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America is now legally and by law an
Oligarchy! Period.
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President Barack Obama made America an
Oligarchy as of last week. What a donkey! As a poet of the world I’m here to
represent Shakespeare in his absence. I do indeed have that creative license
bestowed upon me as a public writer.
America is not made up of rich politicians. America is made of The People.
Careful. Lost-leaders have now just
overstepped some serious boundaries that may have some serious consequences
that which Thomas Jefferson predicted would happen if politicians took away The
Peoples’ Rights.
Thomas Jefferson set up the American
Constitution so that The People would overthrow the American Government every
once in a while. Yep, the United States government is set up to have The People
with the help of the military overthrow the American government by any means
necessary. So, let’s overthrow this stupid greedy corporate American monopoly
political system that hates The People. Don’t
you just feel the hatred? The People are so hated! Aren’t you tired of being hated by a government that’s foolishly afraid
of us and willing to throw away the future of our children?
I thought I could come around and respect
this President but I can’t because he makes political blunders that are
unforgivable. Making America an official Oligarchy was the last straw.
President Barack Obama is such a puppet it’s infuriating to see such a weak man
in the White House gambling away The People’s Rights which are not his to
gamble.
Get President Barack Obama the hell out of
the Oval Office. What a Mussolini! He’ll go down amongst the pages of history
as a Mussolini because it’s a fact that must not be neglected. Lies, this
country is made up of so many lies, slavery and oppression. You can lie to the
American people about Yoga; Yoga was factually invented in 1960’s for Westerners but no one may lie to the
Americans about this President being a Mussolini because he signed such a law
into place which forbids a fair trial through due process to American citizens.
Fool of a Took!
I bite my thumb at thee!
If you vote for Mitt Romney it’s the same as
voting for Barack Obama.
If you vote for Rick Santorum well, not only
is he a crybaby and crybabies make poor leaders. He can’t go crying amongst the
Chinese, the North Koreans and the Columbians. What will the world make of us?
They’ll laugh in our faces as he cries his way out of negotiations. The world
will have him for dinner at our expense.
Consider voting Dr. Ron Paul for reformation
2012!
I never thought I’d see this day as a first
generation adoptee slave and free adult immigrant. What have lost-leaders done? What
have lost-leaders done? First, lost leaders gambled away the country’s
economic stability through two Bush administrations and one Obama
administration and lost. Then lost-leaders
gave our rights away because these lost-leaders
have nothing else to gamble with. What have
they done?
May their Gods forgive them for what idiotic-leaders
have done and for the Freedoms they’ve taken away from The People. What are you so afraid of?
The more lost-leaders
fear The People and losing power (which was granted to them) the closer they are
to a French Revolution and the Guillotines.
I swear to lost-leaders be very careful! The People will not stand for such malarkey
/ “hogwash”, lies and power struggles. The People will pull the carpet out
right from under you and the military will help The People do it.
Since the United States of America is now officially
an Oligarchy I have changed my vote for the November 2012 elections and will be
voting Republican for Dr. Ron Paul.
Dr. Ron Paul is our last hope for serious
reformation. Have no fear of reformation our founding fathers meant for
reformation to occur in which ways they wrote out the constitution.
Otherwise, American citizens will be run by a
Gestapo Nation. Why not? The German People
let Nazism happen. What makes you think that our complacency isn’t letting
Oligarchy happen now? Where have our
decent civilized citizens’ human rights gone?
I didn’t know that President Barack Obama had
it in him to turn the United States into an official Oligarchy where only the
few and the wealthy run the heart of the
beast while leaving the rest to be impoverished, starving and illiterate. What
the hell! As you can see President Barack Obama’s strings are the same as those
of a Republican congress. Overthrow the entire bloody system. The hell with the
whole lot of them. Nazis! Mussolinis! Small penis complex in the likes of
Napoleon Bonaparte!
I’m
not a revolutionary, nor do I want to become one but I sure am tired of The
People being taken advantage of, starved and neglected because those in power
who were voted into power are all too afraid to lose their power and money. No!
No! No!
Lost
bigoted tyrant American leaders with deep corporate and political pockets will
not endure.
Lost
greedy fascist cynics
“dog like” leaders who hate their People will not endure!
Lost-leaders
ought to be strung by their toes and pierced at the gates of the White House. I
spit upon lost-leaders as they head towards the Guillotines.
Lost-leaders
will burn in hell for lying, stealing and stripping the American Citizens of
their Rights.
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Revolution
has been coming for quite some time.
The
second American Revolutionary war is here!
Let
the Revolution begin!
I’m
tired of our children, elderly and citizens being starved, crushed and
illiterate.
I
declare today the beginning of the second American Revolutionary war.
Let
freedom ring!
The
army is behind The People because the troops are The
People.
Let
the Revolution begin!
Take
them down!
Corporations
no longer service without stealing from The People so let Freedom ring!
In
the famous words of a famous band: “Let the Motherfucker burn!” Have no fear! If
Americans don’t start standing up against these fascist corporations and
government then it’ll get worse for our children.
It’ll
get worse if Americans don’t act: as in the example of People in Central and
South America do in fact go missing. Their governments have allowed for The
Citizens to get kidnapped and murdered because the Oligarchy reigns free and
amuck.
We
must not allow for an American Oligarchy to reign free upon our soil!
Why have the Americans become so
complacent?
Have we learned nothing from Adolph
Hitler’s Nazi regime?
My
Great-aunt lived through the Holocaust and survived so that I would never bend
to the will of evil for as long as I live. I’m here to change the odds against
an American fascist corporate regime and government in bed with one another.
It’s time! It’s been long overdue for 60 years. The tables are about to turn!
Run!
Thomas
Jefferson here come The People of the United States of America!
It’s
time to overthrow our American Government by any means necessary.
When
a government stops taking care of its People then The People have the right to
overthrow the Government by any means necessary and the troops will help The
People in doing so.
Welcome,
home gentlemen!
You’ve
come home to a domestic and civil war.
The
People vs. The United States of America’s greedy and power-hungry corporately
run government.
Take
the present American government down since they have now become in the likeness
of the Oligarchy of El Salvador, former Communist U.S.S.R. and Communist
one-man dictatorship North Korea.
Come
on artists, entertainers, intellectuals and humans!
Let’s
go!
Have
no fear!
The
People shall overcome!
We
shall overcome!
My feet hurt.
Therefore, I’m sitting down (not in revolution, but) out of exhaustion just as
Rosa Parks did; (before we ever came along with our modern American
complacency).
Gabriela
P.S. Please, mass media no more lies about
Yoga. Let Yoga exist and happily economically progress, but no more lies. This
American Nation of ours is founded on so many lies, slavery and oppression.
It’s time for mass media to stop hating its good hardworking Americans. Yoga
was indeed and factually invented in the 1960’s for Westerners. I get it nobody
wants to be a sucker but we are and we fell for such a lie!
I understand that people make their bread and
butter from Yoga and so be it, but no more lies as we enter the next 5,000
years of enlightenment. We must not enter the future with lies because it makes
us as Americans out to be boorish and ignorant to the rest of the world while
they laugh at us for being so stupid about history even if we try to bend lies
to our needy wills. Others ought to laugh at our lies in the face of… Please no
more lies. We get laughed at for being so boorish and stupid.
January 16, 2012
“Nobody hates minorities like other
minorities.” - Minneapolis African-American
Brother
Happy Monday!
Aloha.
Happy Martin Luther King Jr. Day!
Wow, the day got away from me. It’s already
night time and I’m ready to call it quits for this long day of production,
purpose, accomplishment and slow meaningful progress. (Sigh.)
I’d like to address race and racism, but I’m
far too spent to be intellectually controversial when I’m this tired.
{I’ve
already been called a “lazy writer” because people want to know what I really
think about controversial topics in subject matter when I keep myself from them.
If I’m going to write controversially then early mornings will do and
right now two features are taking precedence. Consequently early mornings are
when my thoughts, arguments and rebuttals make most sense instead of ranting,
journaling and scribing.
Free form writing serves its purposes but it doesn’t stand up to the
debate in writing I was taught to do nor is it meant to, really. It’s tough to
write intellectually academic arguments, well-enough, all of the time. Writing
arguments takes a type of energy that only most scholars care to expand upon if
that’s their full time work and nothing else (which is rare because most academics
and scholars teach as a means to make a living). Now, this is not an academic
blog and for bloody goodness sake that’s the last thing that we’re aiming
towards otherwise, sign up for writing courses at a local school. I already
proved that I can write academically so I don’t have to here.}
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There’s a lot more to be said for experience
than for academic bubbles. There just is. If you teach African-American
literature, history and culture but you’ve not once befriended an African-American
in your lifetime then there’s little to be said between you and the rest of us
who do in fact hold close and intimate relationships to people we love who are
African-Americans who’ve proven themselves to be upstanding citizens of society
and who haven’t lied about their identities.
I love my African-American close personal
friends, peers and my one sister who is a Muslim African-American with close
origins and ties to her beloved native Sierra Leon.
She is my sister as close as it gets to being
blood related.
Our bond goes back two decades and one of
trust and of loyalty to our Minnesota family. She has not once lied to me. I’ve
not once lied to her. Our bond is one of great love, trust and harmony. She’s not
an alcoholic, a dry-drunk nor a manipulator and I love that in her character
above all else.
She is my inspiration and I carry our African-American
sister close to my heart each and every day. Our sister was adopted into our
family through the Minnesota foster care system and we think of her as one of
our own. She currently lives in Washington D.C. and is putting herself through
part-time graduate school / law school while she works for the social-work system.
I’m so proud to know this sister-woman who is
not only gorgeous, intelligent and kind with some serious boundaries. She is
made of steel and iron rose petals. She’s of the finest engravings and
timelessness in the record of keeping in step with tradition in the waves of
time and love. She’s a Faberge broach on a fine gold chain.
I love this woman not because of her endless
list of accomplishments, but rather her genuine disposition in kindness,
thoughtfulness and mindfulness. This woman is the real thing! She’s not a
shallow, insecure and pathetic soul. She’s strong, intelligent and a real poem.
My sister from Sierra Leon is a woman who’s
never looking to see what she can get from you and or / out of you. No, she is
of the finest refinements and regality. She’s a fine cloth for a female
interwoven with golden fibers made of integrity, hard work and morals of the
highest standards. It is she who makes me want to stay on the path of
enlightenment. It’s she who drives me to want to get up every single morning
and face the day with a smile.
I love to see what each day has to bring
forth because I know that she’s on the Eastern Sea Board creating progress,
illuminating kindness and sophistication to the highest heights.
My sister from Africa is a snob of the
highest caliber. A snob of kindness for those who’ve lost hope, an intellectual
superiority about sharing wisdom and a woman who at every turn has a kind and
genuine word ready for those who have nothing to live for.
Not only is she a classy dresser, she’s a
beautiful speaker and an intellectual who questions everything at every turn. How can I not love that in a sister-woman?
She doesn’t impose her will upon others and she doesn’t force others to bend to
her senses in order to get them to do what she wants from them. She sincerely
has the gift to hand over keys of wisdom and allow for others to open doors
when they’re ready even if it takes them a lifetime to realize the gift she’s
bestowed upon them.
I could go on for pages.
Alas, my time has come. I have dinner plans
and must keep in tradition of proper etiquette and be on time for such
occasions. I love humans of African-American origins who’ve proven them-selves
to be true, just and honest.
I shall not trust another African-American of
con-artistry background.
I know the difference, now.
I’ve always known the difference.
Actions speak louder than words.
Show me actions and I’ll paint you a great
poem.
Much Love to those I trust.
As for the rest, we don’t know each other so let’s
not pretend.
Gabriela
P.S. How about that moon last week!
January 13, 2012
“My work is a game, a very serious game.” - M.C. Escher
Happy Friday the Thirteenth! (Boo!)
Aloha.
Shall we?
Alright, what I’m about to write will be a
lesson in wisdom nothing more and nothing less… I write with love in my heart,
believe it or not. I’m a skeptical writer and an optimistic adult woman. (No,
I’m not a tattle-tale.)
I’m placing myself first for the first time
in my life.
I’ve got a clean mental bill-of-health.
My Father, a retired and certified
psychologist tells me that I’m not crazy, mentally disturbed, brain damaged or
emotionally scarred. Maybe, a bit too feminine A.D.H.D. at times, but nothing I
can’t get over. I’m working on maturity and impulsivity. I’m overcoming. I’ve
got all the tools I need to build something magnificent out of myself in the
continuation of life. I’m that powerful and well built for a human machine of
magnificent durability, wear and tear.
Side Note: I’m so glad that my Father made me wear a helmet starting at the age of
10. Please wear a helmet on your beautiful noggins! It’s so cool to see women
sporting helmets, it means that they care about the sexiest aspect of their
personalities; their noggins. Ha! Growing up my Father told me that; “A human’s
brain is their greatest sexual organ.” Wow! What a Dad.
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Now, I was first and foremost an athlete
before I became a professional artist.
From a young age I was taught to think like
an athlete, to live like an athlete, to believe like an athlete before I was
ever trained to think like a professional working artist.
I’ve carried inside my heart all of the
lessons, practice and discipline that I learned early on as an athlete. I
didn’t become an alcoholic because I was first and foremost an athlete
therefore, I became a sober writer. I count my lucky stars.
When I’ve dealt with desperate people I’ve
known deep down inside that their poverty, spiritual pretence and unbalance as
well as neediness is what’s driven them and motivated them to beg for others to
make a way for them instead of working towards achieving goals, discipline and
self sufficiency.
When you’ve been trained as a serious athlete
in youth, that training doesn’t leave your body, soul and spirit especially in
trying times, situations and consequences.
Thankfully! I learned to be iron clad which the crazies and desperate hate
about those who can and do keep an earnest balance in their lives without
thieving from others. It’s a mirror and they hate looking into that mirror
because what they see is what they hate most about themselves, out of control
lies.
As I become a full blown adult by the age of
35 I’m learning, that professional art in this day in age of great
technological abilities; grants professional artists to become connected to
others in very different ways than those of twenty years ago in the short past.
I can sit at my laptop and communicate with
many incredible and wonderful people from many corners around the globe who are
indeed professional artists and athletic enthusiasts without leaving my
workspace.
I refuse to run alongside packs of rabid
dogs. I’m putting the dead weight down in exchange for excellence, sanity and
pure fun even if I have to go at it alone once more. Bad company leaves bad
taste in my mouth. My dearest friend, a diplomat tells me, “Dearest, hang out
with us. We’re no artists but we’re fun!” I think it’s time I stop hanging out
with novice and amateur artists and play with non-artist professionals.
Have you ever seen a human shoot heroin into
their veins?
I have for a series of photo shoots and it
left me breathless and afraid.
It’s as though their souls leave their bodies
and they become the walking dead, zombies.
Have you ever seen humans snort cocaine?
I have for a series of photo shoots and it
left me breathless and afraid.
It’s as though their souls leave their bodies
and they become the walking dead, zombies.
There’s nothing intellectually sexy, physically
wonderful or emotionally beautiful about recovering and drug addicts. These
crazies are the mental seducers and manipulators of life. Careful. There are so
many of such crazies out there. You’d be surprised where you’d find such
people, even in boardrooms. You must keep your moral compass, wits and sanity
about you or they’ll try to run you over with their physical force, mental manipulation
and revulsion for themselves.
Although, I’d rather deal with pot smokers (not
really / not if I don’t have to) any given day than ex-heroin and ex-cocaine
junkies and abusers because pot smokers are relaxed and non violent while
ex-heroine and ex-cocaine junkies are always
trying to see what they can get away with and from others even if they have to
force others’ against their wills and that’s just them being insane.
What junkies and ex-junkies don’t know is
that they have very little respect for life so they steal it everywhere they
can. Once a junkie always a junkie. Junkies
have to work ten times harder than the average human at proving that they’re not thieves of others’ souls. Otherwise,
take them out. They’re useless dead weight to society unless they can prove
themselves not to steal souls.
Thank gods I don’t make the laws. Otherwise,
I’d line them up and shoot them military style. Good riddance. (I’m not being literal. If you know me at all
you know that I’m making an extravagant metaphorical literary example to show
you a picture. I don’t believe in murder. However, I do believe in
self-defense.)
I write with love for love of life.
One thing is for certain, I’ve been a speed
skater my entire life even off the ice. Especially, when dealing with crazy,
desperate and unfortunate drug addicted artists.
I’m pulling away in this race of life and I’m
taking the lead because I was meant to do so all this time. I’m leaving the
past thirteen years in the dust to choke on it. Eat that for Nordic dinner
tonite. So sick and tired of people who live on half cylinder.
Why aren’t more athletes artists?
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I’ve quit amateur and novice arts,
partnerships and socialization.
I haven’t quit filmmaking. Nope, 2012 is the
first year of my mid-level career.
I’m holding steadfast onto my profession as a
professional filmmaker just as I have held steadfast onto the mast of my
Father’s sailboat out in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean on fifty foot rocking
waves. If anything we’ve started out the year with a bang (another blog for
another day)! We’re making transformational changes and they’ve been long
overdue.
I’ve quit amateur and novice arts because
I’ve forced myself to spend the past thirteen years amongst alcoholics, drug
addicts, drug users, drug abusers, seducers, manipulators, liars, sexual
exploiters, junkies, beggars, misappropriation funders and anything that may
come to mind; who promised that they, too, were working artists but they were
more like dead weight and dead weight is heavy to carry around. No good. Put
them down and walk away.
No, these are not my friends, my peers and
from now on they shall not be my collaborators. I’m striking out on my own once
again. I’m sick and tired of mediocrity and beggars.
I’ve kept social circles quite separated for
this reason alone; crazy people are crazy so let them be crazy amongst the
crazy and don’t introduce them to the non-crazy because they’ll become a source
of great irritation. I know - the crazy have irritated me every step of the
way. Not to mention that many begged for my money and well, there’s no
self-respect nor pride in people who beg. Don’t be afraid to ask questions, but
don’t beg for money or connections. It’s unsophisticated even at the best of
times to beg even if you’re starving. Please, I’ve lived through the worst of times and the best of times.
I’ve never, not once begged.
My Father always said, “There’s no harm in
asking for what you want so ask away.” Asking is quite different from begging
for money from those that you know. I’m too proud to beg for money and too
proud to repeat the same mistakes with people. I come from a long Indian line
and heritage of proud people because at every turn they’ve been humbled by wars
and death.
I’ve kept myself sober and mentally astute
amongst the crazy, shallow, greedy and stupid and drug abusers. These types of
people don’t chip away at your soul they simply will annoy you and challenge
you at great lengths.
Crazies make the soul stronger to be the
sober cab, the decision maker and the leader no matter if someone is shooting
up heroin, snorting cocaine, misappropriating funds or screaming at the top of
their lungs naked in an elevator because they’re afraid of their own clothes.
Don’t ask me. I don’t f****** know. People are crazy; all too crazy for me to
begin to understand. I don’t care to do so. I’m not here to conduct
psychoanalysis.
I’m telling you, I’ve done enough babysitting
to last me seven generations. I can’t say that I’ve wasted my time, but I most
certainty could have been doing more constructive things with it than taking
care of, trying to collaborate and produce with people whose souls are no
longer intact to their brains.
Talent is overrated. If you can’t keep your
heart and your soul from wasting away then you can’t keep up the endurance to
create with morality, ethics and astuteness. Eventually I’ve witnessed peoples’
addictions and lies win over their talent in the creation of art and lose
everything they’ve worked so hard for. Pity.
With much respect and love for life,
Gabriela
P.S. I hope you have an amazing weekend
amongst loved ones. We can’t wait to make food, take out, curl up with books,
play and laugh and have fun! We love each other so much! We have so much fun
with those we love unconditionally and who love us back unconditionally. We’re
lucky humans to be hardworking and hard playing as well. What a long week. So
much got accomplished this week. Hooray to life!
January 12, 2012
“He who wonders discovers that this in itself is wonder.” - M.C. Escher
Happy Thursday!
Aloha.
Shall we dance? (Rhetorically speaking, of course.)
Well, I’ve gone and done it again.
I’ve retired Desilu II (skateboard) and
traded it for a new pair of speed skates.
I’m my Father’s daughter and I’ve changed
course once again. I don’t mind tacking into the wind. I’ve never feared
changing course because my Father taught me how to sail the Atlantic Ocean in
the middle of furious raging storms.
There’s something that I’ve got to do.
Today I inquired about joining a speed
skating club and association here in Minneapolis, Minnesota. I spoke to a
pleasant fellow who got me in contact with another pleasant fellow who is a New
York skate merchant. I’ll be ordering a pair of “Maple Blizzard Clap Skates”.
I’m not keen on the speed skating suits as ever. Nevertheless, since I’ve
retired Desilu II (skateboard) I might as well pick up another sport and it
just happened to be speed skating. Ha! Funny! Right? Right.
It’s been since the spring of 1994 that I’ve speed
skated.
No, I’m not even sure I can stand up on a
pair of speed skates much less skate. Ha! Talk about being humbled.
That will be a sweet challenge especially
after breaking my little toe in a skateboarding accident. That toe has not been
the same since.
I’ve not been keen on inline skating (rollerblading)
because I’ve never been quite comfortable on wheels strapped to my feet.
However, with blades I can glide before I hit something (most likely boards or
a snow pile). However, pavement, well, we all know about pavement; it hurts. I
know I just retired my skateboard this past fall 2011. Too much road rash and
well, I’m too feminine for that.
Since I’m thirty-four years of age; Once, I
get up and running on the skates, then I’ll be able to qualify for “Master’s”
races. Most likely I won’t get to race this year but perhaps sooner than later.
The speed skating season is well under way so I’m only hoping that I can join
with a membership and practice. First-things-first: of course. I’ll try not to
get ahead of myself.
I’m excited, nervous and I have no idea what
to expect. Although, if I know a thing or two about speed skaters; well,
they’re hardworking, honest, helpful, kind, intelligent and stern people and I
like that. Speed skating is not for sissies simply because it takes a great
deal of mental endurance, physical strength and well, a calm mind with the
knowledge of deep and sustainable breathing.
The day that I quit speed skating in 1994; I
had a friend say to me; “Remember, female speed skaters hit their prime in their
mid to late thirties. Speed skating is a sport women do best in their thirties
and forties. You can always come back to it when you’re ready to…” I’ve held on
to those words every single day since.
I remembered his words clearly and have
carried them in my heart for 18 years. I’ve never forgotten because he inspired
me to go in search of my artistic destiny without feeling like I had left my bleeding
heart at the John Rose Oval at Nationals.
I always knew that I’d come back and stand at
this crossroads.
I knew I’d be standing here once again. I
knew it! Nevertheless, I didn’t want to admit it to myself just yet. Now, that
I’ve proven myself in my Independent filmmaking career I’m returning to
something I left quite unfinished and undone.
That winter of 1994, I remember my friend
flying like a cheetah around the Guidant
John Rose Oval long track as he flew on speed
skates at Nationals. I remember, thinking as I watched him compete, ‘now,
there’s a masterpiece’.
I’m
smiling.
I
was inspired by two of my 7th-10th grade peers and former
classmates to return to the sport. I have them to thank for this surge of
inspiration. When they e-mailed about four years ago asking me about what had
happened to speed skating they reached deep into my soul and set a tremendous
bonfire free into the night skies.
My
peers and former classmates planted that seed once again and I’ve not been able
to forget their written words since. For the past four-five winters I’ve been
thinking about speed skating and now the time has come to become an adult and
see what I’m made of. Thank you. You’ve changed my life. I’ll not forget you both
for that.
There
are two components that I must overcome.
I’ve
written that as a petite American-Costa Rican-Mayan Indiana, cold is my nemesis.
My
other nemesis: pain.
I
can’t stand pain.
I’ve
lived through fifteen or so years of abdominal pain due to misdiagnosis. What a
pity to be a woman in these modern medical technological times when women are
still hated as much as 1636. All you need to know about that hatred is to look
at a music videos, mass media and Television and you can tell how much male
dominant media hates women and girls. There’s the proof. Women are portrayed as
meat not minds. That says what men think of women; not much because they don’t
think much of themselves.
On
the outside it may appear that I’m lazy but truly internally I’ve fought athletic
demons of gigantic proportions. I’ve got flat feet and the speed skates killed
the lack-of-arches at the center of my feet, plus I frost bit my toes early on
as a youth. That ought to be interesting.
I’ll
overcome anything. I’ve overcome great loses, the death of close and loved ones
and major financial setbacks that I’ve bounced from. I’m here aren’t I?
Well, after welding I’m not afraid of fire and metal any longer and after
skateboarding I’m no longer afraid of self generated speed. I’m mentally
strong, finally. Now I’ve got to take off about forty pounds to compete. Ha!
Funny! The reversed effect happened. HA! HA! HA!
I’ve
fought my athletic demons because skateboarding is not a sport for sissies
either. I know. I conquered it and I’ll forever know how to ride a board as I
have for the past decade or so.
Heck,
since I taught myself how to skateboard in my early twenties then I can most
certainly re-teach myself to speed skate. I’m not a child any longer. I can
follow direction better than when I was a kid consumed by cold and pain. Now, well
now. I’ve taken some huge risks as a skateboarder, woman and producer of Indie films
consequently everything gets stored in muscle memory even learning to arrive at
freedom and the advantage of adventure through adulthood. There’s a lot to be
said for wisdom. I look forward to speed skating for the first time in 18
years. I used to dread it. Now, I’m giddy just thinking about the challenge
that’s before me.
Cheers.
I’ll
let you know how it goes.
Salavie.
Gabriela
P.S.
For those of you who do group-hosting on Tele. Wonderful. However, please don’t
speak over each other otherwise, it appears to be some type of old lady
approach to dinosaur Television hosting and well, that’s a dying niche genre
isn’t it? There’s nothing more annoying than not hearing the commentary of what
a human has to say because everybody is speaking all at once and over each
other like drowning victims gasping for air.
January 11, 2012
“I don't use drugs, my dreams are frightening enough.” - M.C. Escher
Happy Wednesday!
Aloha, beautiful world!
Wow, I can’t seem to slow down time in my
perception as of late.
Everything is passing by all too quickly and
here we are well into January 2012 already.
Now, on a literary note: When I write about
being a “Lady”: I write to get you to think about a time and a place that no
longer exists. I’m trying to get you to understand that the greatest power in
the world is knowledge. No, I don’t consider nor think of myself as an
aristocrat because that’s illegal in the United States of America. Yes, I’d
rather be a lending institution or a global economist. I went into the wrong
business. Still yet, I enjoy the room that I have to be facetious (tongue in cheek) and to simply spark open minded
conversations as a sophisticated artist nothing more and nothing less. (I don’t
think that I’m better than anybody else and I most certainly don’t think that
I’m worse.)
I’ll write as I see fit.
I’ve been humbled my entire life and most
likely will continue to be so by the powers that be and not by human error.
I’ve taken enough crap in this world to last me seven generations. I’ve grown a
pair and well, watch my humble and regal ego soar, finally, after twenty four
years of hiding from my utmost divine self, fighting power struggles and forced
into ludicrous obedience to satisfy others’ egos. Nope. Back it up and back it
up real good. I’ve proven myself. I’ve got the strength of eight powerful men
and the intelligence of eagles: I’ve been told that by men not by women.
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I have so many topics I’d like to address but
I better stay away from being all too facetious, controversial and skeptical in
an artistically negative fashion with a twist
of optimistic lime.
Maybe, I should just call it quits for today
and go in search of a cosmopolitan. Alas, I have more responsibilities
therefore I ought to stay the course.
I took an hour this afternoon to go through
all of my clothes and get rid of half of my wardrobe and all of my shoes with
the exception of three pairs of high heels, two pairs of tennis shoes and one
pair of boots. Goodness that sounds like a lot when I stop and think about the very
fact that others around the world don’t even have one single pair of shoes it
makes me grateful for what I do have.
Nevertheless, I had to get rid of clothes
that sat unworn in my wardrobe for five years or so. These articles of clothing
are as new as the day I bought them because I like to take impeccable care of
my clothes with the exception of my skateboarding and welding clothes.
I’ve become an adult. I’ve decided not to buy
another article of clothing that doesn’t fit me as it ought to. I want the
clothes to fit my body I don’t want to fit into the clothes.
Everything that I bagged up to bring to a clothes drive
is in great shape and the clothes will serve others well. It’s simply that the
clothes never quite fit me well, either in the shoulders, the bust or my waist.
Those clothes were either too large or too small for me yet there I went and
bought them nonetheless. I bought them because I liked the idea of them, but
they never fit me so off they go to a new home, hopefully. Many of those
articles of clothing I didn’t wear once. Pity. Goodbye, clothes.
Yesterday, I wore a pair of clomping high
heeled shoes and sounded like a boar in a marble hall when I walked in them. I
noticed the tremendous thumping eco I made as I stomped along a marble
building. I felt ridiculous in that pair of high heels. That’s it! I bagged up my
shoes and will not be buying stilettos for tall women any longer.
I’ll be in search of petite stilettos for petite
women (shorter calf ratio and stride) who, like me, happen to be on average
5’2”, muscular and shorter than the average female.
No, I’m not a dwarf, fat nor
disproportionate.
I’m petite, huge difference and yes, at the
moment 10 pounds overweight. However, beauty
is in the eye of the beholder. I have the body of a beast - HA! - A wild
animal, an Indian running through the forest who can survive the jungle as I’ve
already proven to do so in one lifetime. I’m what you call a quintessential
machine. I have the strength of kangaroos, the flexibility to fly like hunch
back whales and the communication of dolphins.
I want high heeled stiletto shoes made for petite
women and their calf ratio and strides. Otherwise, it’s cords, sweaters and
tennis shoes for me this winter.
I refuse to buy another pair of stilettos
that aren’t made for petite women.
I don’t have the leg calf or stride of a 6’1”
female.
Therefore I can’t take the type of stride that
they do. If I so much as attempt to take a stride in stilettos made for 6’1”
women at the height of a 5’2” female then take a wild guess, I become a boar in
hoofs rather than a regal horse in dainty horse shoes. A boar I am not.
Nope. I should’ve gone into the fashion
industry. I knew it! I could be sitting upon billions of dollars by now. Oh,
well. I chose the road less travelled and that road doesn’t make billions until
much later in life after proving to the world what I’m made of. Cheers to that
type of patience. However, for now I’m quietly making my way through the world
in tennis shoes. (Sigh.) What else is
there?
Well. I stayed away from being all too controversial
just so you don’t think that I’m an ego maniac. I’m not. I’ve got a handle on
my ego. If anything I need more testosterone flowing through my veins. I’m
learning this because I’m quite feminine for a woman.
Due to this fact of femininity, it seems that
some men have thought that they could try to sexually exploit me thinking that
I would fall for their shit so they could blackmail me.
I’ve got newsflash for you.
I’m learning to shoot a gun with the intent
to kill. How fabulously feminine of me. I can’t wait to carry and conceal a license
with a gun. When I carry a gun, I’ll be carrying it with the intent to kill therefore
I’ll take that responsibility utmost seriously nothing more and nothing less.
Women ought not to be sexuality exploited (don’t even attempt it) because it
makes men, not, women’s equals rather women’s slaves.
Ciao,
Gabriela
P.S. Global politics, weather and people are
on my mind.
P.S.S. I unconditionally love those that I
love in my present life.
*) When you asked me why I hadn’t told my
family why I was ill for so many years:
I grew up in an East Coast family in which we
didn’t share the seriousness of our troubles, ailments and injuries. I was
brought up to be tight lipped about the darker aspects of life in challenges,
disappointments and difficulties. Every
man for themselves. If you did indeed shared your troubles with others then
you were considered weaker than the rest and ready to be treated like an omega.
Maybe, it’s not this way for all families but
it most certainly it was for my East Coast family. Who knows, maybe it was for
the worse with all of the alcoholism and dry alcoholics running around even if
they graduated from Harvard. Pathetic. Pity. It’s not pretty to watch that’s
for sure. I’m grateful I didn’t become an alcoholic. That would be one beast to
contend with on a daily basis and I don’t have the time for such frivolities.
January 10, 2012
“Are you really sure that a floor can't also be a ceiling?” - M.C. Escher
Happy Tuesday!
Aloha.
Alright, New Hampshire let’s dance, shall we?
I won’t tell you as to whom to vote for Republican
presidential candidate because we’re all adults here, for all we know. What I
will tell you is this: please don’t vote for a crybaby for our next President
of the United States of America. Crying won’t be tolerated amongst foreign
Dignitaries, Heads-of-States and Excellencies while negotiating our future.
Now, yes, I have a tendency to write about
“crying”.
However, I use “crying” as a metaphor to instill literary
passion, humane understanding and rhetoric about deepest emotions. Do you
understand!
“Crying” is a M-E-T-A-P-H-O-R for
disappointments, challenges, and manipulations as well as heart ache! Not an
action that is to be taken literally rather poetically. Understand. Thank you.
You can cry all you want. I don’t see it as a
weakness when people are in real pain, frustration and injury. However, when a
man cries crocodile tears on a highly publicized and televised political
campaign then they are creepy to say the least. Scary.
Like hell, if you’re going to catch me crying
in public (except for the time when my adopted mother called me a “cunt” in
public while travelling through Costa Rica - she called me a “cunt” because she
could not bend me to her will; what’s new?), not even when I’ve had atrocious
skateboarding accidents, lost loved ones and been under duress in my darkest
hours (with the exception of crying twice in public last year due to
manipulation to a con-artist, and that’s my business. {I ran as fast as I could
from such a manipulator.} I hate to tell you this: it’s a Lady’s prerogative to
change her mind and to weep if she must.)
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I’d like to see many incredible qualities in
a new president in the likeness of President Barack Obama. It’s taken me three
years to warm up to President Barack Obama, his administration and his
policies.
However and nevertheless, I went to the
voting booth last elections with a heavy heart and felt that President Barack
Obama was not for me at that time. It took a lot of convincing, pushing and
shoving from amateur debaters to convince me to simply consider Barack Obama
for president at that time.
I remember the last elections well, and everyone walked around demanding,
screaming and telling others in trying to persuade them (and me as a Republican
feminist), that President Barack Obama was the Hope of a Nation.
I wasn’t completely convinced, not because
I’m a Republican but because I understood that whoever stepped into those shoes
they had much to fill. No matter who would’ve won the last elections, it was a
matter of importance that the country felt a sense of urgency and hope
therefore all I could say without getting run over was “please vote for a
lesser of two evils”.
Nevertheless, it would be nice if some type
of congress could get behind a president they believed-in, for the sake of The
People and not for the sake of conglomerate lobbyists and corporate greed (don’t make that face at me, we’ve wined and
dined together before).
I don’t believe that the government has any
business bailing out major businesses. If a business fails at their economic dealings
then they ought to deal with their own internal mistakes and follow a par for
the course with their repercussions to their actions. Plus that bailing-out example in political economics tanked right in
front of our citizens’ faces. Pity.
Wouldn’t it be nice, if for once the
politicians did the right thing and got our country back on its feet with a
helping hand in the finesse responsibility towards greater free public
education, free socialized medicine and a future lifestyle that the middle
class could get behind? Who wouldn’t want
to get behind a lifestyle cost that meant striving towards the American Dream without
getting a kick in the teeth?
What is anyone so afraid of socialized public education and health care?
The Finns do it and they’re not falling
apart.
If anything the Finns do have the best
educational system in the world right now and we better start copying some of
their educational efforts, structures and devices because our youth are: well, leave
much to be desired, frankly. I love American youth, I truly do. Nevertheless, when
one compares them globally to others, well, they’re not very intelligent are they now? Not really and that’s a
truth that hurts through veins like a poisoned arrow set on fire and shot
furiously through space, time and consequence. You might as well take out a
dagger and get it over with.
What happened to the promise about not
forgetting our youth and not cutting their funding? Like music, art and shop /
agricultural education. The Ragan administration cut funding to youth programs
as well as Margaret Thatcher and we all know what happened to the MTV
Generation; punks with chips on their shoulders, bad breath who smell like piss
and two-day old beer. That’s the legacy of Ronald Ragan and Margaret Thatcher,
let’s never forget that when we abuse our youth by ignoring their educational needs,
creative dreams and intelligence than it backfires on entire Nations for
generations.
Whomever you
elect for President, dear Americans, may it be a man for an adult.
I mean a man who can handle many aspects of
complexities coming his way without falling apart like an old woman. I don’t
mean any disrespect, but we need a man in the likes of President Barack Obama
to continue his work or we need radical reformation in the likes of Dr. Ron
Paul.
The reason as to why a pity-vote will not do
and cannot do is because once a crybaby most likely always a crybaby.
The tears do not make a man, the man makes
the decisions.
I leave you to it.
It’s the end of my day and a few more
responsibilities ought to be met.
Salavie,
Gabriela
P.S. The BBC, hooray to you!
Thanks for unfolding the news stories about
Fox News and their ridiculous methods of getting information by spying on
citizens’ private conversations.
Furthermore, I heard that people were upset
about pre-recorded (in studio) B-roll taken for a polar bear documentary. I’ve
got newsflash for you audiences, what do think Walt Disney did with his
“True-Life Adventures”? Please. The more a control substance the better it
makes for filming. Otherwise, the producers and filmmakers risk losing
thousands upon thousands of dollars. What do you think films are made of cheap
candy? I don’t think so, more like Venetian glass.
P.S.S. Hooray to life! Yesterday was six
weeks since I’ve smoked 100% tobacco cigarettes. I’ve quit cold turkey, gained
10 pounds and I’m trying not to have one too many “nicotine fits” even though I
only smoked one to three cigarettes a day in the privacy of my garage and not
in public.
Now, we’ve started walking an hour a day
instead of half an hour and I’m dealing with chin splints. I threw out every
donut, candy bar, chocolate, pie and eggnog that I could find in our cupboards
and refrigerator. I love sweets. I LOVE sweets! Nevertheless, I choose life in
a great pair of jeans, long dresses, silk blouses, cords, below the knee pencil
skirts and of course fabulous high heels.
I’m on my road to post surgery recovery so
I’m not being too harsh on myself because my body has gone through stress that
I never thought a body could go through. Magnificent! I can make it without
smoking for the next six months. I want to. I’m becoming an adult and here I
go. I had to quit sooner than later and now is definitely sooner than later. I’d
hate to die from lung cancer, how uncouth, really.
My Father said to me, “When you’re ready to
quit smoking you will and you’ll never look back again.” How right he was. I
want life over death. He also told me that the nicotine in cigarettes is as
addictive as cocaine. Yikes! If I make it to ninety then I’ll start smoking
again and I won’t have any qualms about it. I just hate the smell of it. I’m
going out with a bang. By then, well, by then don’t tell me what’s politically
correct and what isn’t / what I can and cannot do to my body. I loved smoking,
but I have far bigger dreams then smoking so I have to put cigarettes on hold
for 45 years. I’ll come back to smoking cigarettes someday when I’m old or
maybe not at all.
*) Yes, I’m aware that one doesn’t speak
about “puking”, “vomiting” or any such thing. However, it’s so prevalent in
contemporary culture. I can’t help but love using such contemporary language.
You taught it to me, this is an English as a Second Language mirror for you to
look upon and see what you’ve taught me in life. Ha!
*) Charlie Rose: I have to say that I’m
inspired by his interviewing methods and that I can only astute to become in
the greatness of Charlie Rose by the end of my mid-level career. Thank you for
being such a great influence and such a master of your field. I can believe
anything Charlie Rose says because I don’t feel like he’s shoving his fingers
of rhetoric down my throat. How refreshing in a day in age when everyone has a need to sell you on something, anything and Charlie Rose doesn’t. Thank you. I’m
grateful!
January 9, 2012
“We adore chaos because we love to produce order.” - M.C. Escher
Happy Monday!
Aloha.
Goodness, the days go by all too quickly.
We’re here again. We’ve arrived at Monday
once more and wow! Life!
Let’s have gusto and enthusiasm for life. Happy
Monday, Indeed! Otherwise, what’s the alternative, to be dead? I guess, but what an alternative. So, many wonderful responsibilities
have been met head on today and I’m honored to be an adult making slow and conducive
progress all the same.
Shall we dance?
An open letter to our dear Iranian Citizens;
[Hello. Hi. We live worlds apart from one
another and let’s not pretend that
this is anything other than a form of communication in the style of an open
forum letter. Nevertheless, I’ve been meaning to write some words… hopefully
filled with intelligence (nothing more and nothing less).] (I’ll do my best for your sakes.)
Aloha, dear beloved and beautiful Iranian
people of the world.
How do you do?
(Rhetorically speaking as a formality.)
It’s a pleasure and an honor to be writing
specifically to you and with you in mind.
I’m sure the present situation as it stands
is a complex and difficult one when addressing American sanctions on Iranian
oil, territory and economy.
Now,
with all due respect to our current American President Barack Obama whom I have
a great deal of respect for our President as a political man; I believe
personally as a poet of the Earth that sometimes, The President is not quite
properly advised about global diplomacy, etiquette and formalities. (I only
speak from experience, having close personal relations to those who’ve indeed
worked at the United Nations as diplomats.)
Indeed, when Iran’s powers addressed a letter
to our American President and his cabinet he ought to have responded out of
sheer and proper etiquette nothing more and nothing less. (Responding to written
communication specifically addressed to an individual or their cabinet doesn’t
automatically make, one, indebted to the other in any way, shape or form.
Exclusively, amongst peers, colleagues and contemporaries in the same working
field, such letters ought to be re-addressed. No differently than the rule
about gifts; gifts are gifts and be grateful to receive such thoughtfulness
nothing more and nothing less. A simple “Thank you” will do. You don’t owe
anyone anything except your gratitude in graciousness because you were truly
thought of and how splendid is that.)
This business with the Iranian letter is no
different than when the President was advised improperly to take a much too
deep of a bow at his Japanese political counterparts. No, no, no. (The old boys
love laughing at such blunders.) The President’s foreign-cultural affairs
cabinet must get it together. Otherwise, they do make the President seem
ignorant, without a proper upbringing and low-brow. It’s not fair. If you’re
going to advise the President of the United States of America then do it
properly, do your homework or go home.
Furthermore, I’m not an expert on anything
much less foreign matters in diplomacy. However and nevertheless let’s not
forget our manners every step of the way especially when dealing in powerful
negotiations. Every detail and nuance counts as you already know. I don’t have
to tell you.
Although, proper etiquette and function lead
me to believe, that any time anyone writes a letter (specifically a hand
written letter) it is the duty of the receiver to in turn respond in jest for
no other reason other than to be in control, masterful and powerful. (Aside
from annual cards, letters and announcements such as those at Christmas, Holidays,
etc. These are all too common and therefore not a duty to return a gesture in
communication if you don’t find that it’s necessary in doing so.)
The reason why responding to correspondence in
the format of a letter is so vital is not
due to the initial writer rather it’s an opportunity for the receiver to show
off their control, masterful and powerful disposition in life no differently
than in the greatness in returning a powerful serve in tennis. Any great player
can have a powerful serve. The question is: can
you return the play?
To return a correspondence is an opening to
your intelligence, an unveiling to showing off in a humble and intelligent manner
in disposition, of course.
It’s a way for the receiver to step up to the
plate and take his chances at batting a homerun. Don’t you want to bat? It’s not for the boys to play with, that’s
for sure. It’s something that you leave up to the men to do, to play
professional ball with their equals if they know the rules to the game.
Otherwise, it’s clumsy, awkward and stupid and sincerely not worth anybody’s
time. So, can one play or is one daft to
a world of sophisticates especially amongst global leaders?
The highest honor in any type of
communication (no matter how silly it may seem to you) is not so much in the
reaching out to another rather it’s in a two-way communication that which
constitutes a response in correspondence.
Furthermore, it’s even far more powerful and
masterful to re-address a subordinate, an enemy and one whom one may have
nothing in common. It shows that one is in control of themselves by not showing
fear in further communication written in ink. Ha! This may not mean anything to
the common man. However, if your desire is to become a diplomat, a man of the
world and a powerful leader then I say, correspondence make the man as much or
as little as his clothes.
Correspondence is as powerful as the very clothes
a man chooses to throw on his back every morning to convey to the world what
he’s made out of. Many men are all too… Well, never mind. I won’t go there for now.
It’s another ballgame and I don’t expect you to even know the rules to major
league etiquette because it’s mainly used by sophisticates and not the average
common man. This is what makes or breaks the circles you run alongside.
A letter can say everything and nothing
about the character of another; still yet not responding definitely implies
improper upbringing, weaknesses and lack of consideration in thoughtful
response in the representation of the self. Not to mention that one doesn’t
know how to play ball well. It’s like being thrown a soft ball and one can
barely hit that. Ouch.
It’s a little embarrassing to watch a great
player fumble a ball. You know they’re better than that still they can’t help
it because they’re ill advised; you’ve got to treat them with kid gloves and
that’s silly. Go home and practice your game. I’ve been at this for twenty four
years. I’m a pro by now. I correspond with people from all over the world.
There are many codes and subtleties to know
the upbringing and leadership of others. Responding to letters is only beginners
101 character etiquette to unveiling weaknesses or strengths about the other
through their lack of correspondence like a deep bow also constitutes weakness
especially when you’re a foreigner. It says everything
about the individual without having to utter a single word. Most likely a lack
of correspondence means, that one is afraid of the other or of… Pity. No, no-correspondence
doesn’t mean slighting another; it means you’re afraid of communication and
that means weakness on your part.
I’m sorry to be so blunt about etiquette 101.
I hate spelling it out for you because it means that I’m your teacher and
that’s not the role that I want to take with you. I want to be your equal
rather than wiping your noses. It’s a turn off when you lack etiquette because
it means that you don’t have the basics to bat much less to move on to first
base in socialization and hopefully crack a homerun for the winning team. Nope.
You have to sit on the bench and learn the game.
I don’t mean to imply that we’re living out
our lives in the era of our Great-Grandmothers’. However, it’s a sophisticated-enough
test to know what the other is made of, if anything at all. If you don’t
respond to a letter addressed to you then most likely you don’t belong dining
with the diplomats and their peers: Much less placing sanctions upon others’
livelihoods, their way of life and their future. I don’t mean to imply our
American President, personally nor specifically; (I think that our President is
sometimes advised quite improperly especially in the subtleties of cultural
exchange).
Please, forgive such awkward moments, dear
Iranian citizens and leaders. Our President is not weak rather ill advised on
the subtleties of formalities which can make or break a man.
I’m not addressing the American President
rather I’m addressing his foreign-cultural affairs cabinet and ill advisors
when it comes to foreign subtleties.
A socialite and a sophisticate are cut from
two very different cloths. One is cut from a royal cloth while the other is cut
from a knapsack. A socialite’s money gets them places, connections and
celebrity. A sophisticate’s philosophy changes the world, men and the course of
the future. One will always be
dominant over the other, because class has nothing to do with money it has to
do with intelligence and traditions as old as memory.
Next, our dear Iranian citizens we think the
world of you.
We (American citizens) acknowledge your
suffering in these economic times and the unrest of possible war upon your
shores. I have no words of wisdom for you in these trying times of need. I want
you to understand that our American citizens, too, suffer from unrest,
difficult economic times and the past twelve years of somewhat wayward political negotiations.
As our hardworking Americans face 2012
presidential elections much of the concern on our shores is a type of war that’s
brought us down to our knees of economic depression, outsourcing and cutting of
funds to government programs and aid to the middle class.
For the past 60 years everything in lifestyle costs rose in America except for our wages.
America is far behind in the economical and transcendence of lifestyle costs
and vitality for our middle class Americans.
What’s so difficult to point out to the
wealthiest 2% is that when the middle class disappears then they’ll have to
directly content with pick-pockets, con-artists and thieves. Do you see, dear
Iranian citizens, in America many of the wealthiest 2% think and consider the
middle class a hindrance and a nuisance. Still yet, what our wealthiest 2%
don’t seem to understand is that: what is in place for them to be buffered from
the poor is a little fragile and beautiful orchid called the middle class. If
the middle class is killed off then the wealthiest 2% must be quite prepared to
re-live the dark ages of Charles
Dickens. (You know that the “dark ages” and Charles Dickens weren’t in the same
timeline? Right? Right.)
Dear Iranian citizens, I know how
sophisticated you are in current events and world politics. I know firsthand
because I was granted the gift of friendship from one of your many daughters as
she made her way through her doctoral program here in Minneapolis. She was a
worldly woman, a feisty and angry woman that I grew to respect, trust and love.
I knew that this daughter of yours could and would save me from a burning
building, enemies and foul play.
This female flower made me realize what it
means to be a woman and never to allow for others to walk all over me. It’s
because of your intelligent daughter that I’ve become the woman that I am.
Thank you for sharing her with us. We were not only honored but also quite
amused and quite educated by such a sophisticate. Before she returned to Iran
she gave me the greatest gift of friendship any writer could ever receive aside
from a typewriter: your lovely daughter bestowed upon me a gift in the form of
a lacquered desk that she sealed herself. All these years later I hold my
greatest writings in the drawers of that desk and think of your Iranian
daughter who changed my world view on politics about the Iranian people.
Cheers. I hold a moment of silence for the Iranian citizens. May you be
respected and loved as your daughter and I came to know and look upon one
another as sisters of the world.
Iranians citizens, the Americans are having a
tough go at it with our gas prices: which seem more like a yo-yo child’s game
than an economic world leader. We ask for the global markets and leaders in the
producing and providing of oil to please sustain some type of honor in
sustenance in oil pricing. The world’s citizens all know that oil doesn’t have
to be as expensive as it is. The citizens of Nations get bullied into buying
expensive oil when it’s not necessary. We look upon you (Iranian citizens) to
do the right thing and to consider your daughter in the West, our daughters,
friends and neighbors.
I wish you an amazing 2012, dear Iranians. All
of our American citizen love to you.
Salavie,
Gabriela
P.S. “To
take” a child; in the form of
adoption is to steal a child. Period.
Ah, adoption as a form of slavery will
someday be considered profane, indecent and grotesque. It took the Plantation Owners
a civil war to realize that black slavery was a form of civil rights
violations. It’ll take a mass movement to understand that foreign adoption is
slavery. As a foreign adoptee I’ll never adopt foreign children because that’s
an abomination of any human rights’ act. The future won’t allow for such
abominations to occur and to get away with justifying such slavery. “To take” children away from their land,
heritage and culture is to commit Euro-centric slavery. I know, I know, it’s
chic to own and “to take” a kid from
third world countries and prance about like you’ve got a little dog in your
purse. I get it. We all do. Slave masters and slave owners, forgive them for they know not what they do.
Forgive them for their ignorance and abominations. Poor souls.
*) Dr. Ron Paul! Dr. Ron Paul. Dr. Ron Paul!
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"ما
عشق ورزیدن
هرج و مرج به
خاطر عشق ما
را به منظور
تولید. -- MC Escher
مبارک دوشنبه!
سلام.
خوبی ، روز و
با سرعت بیش
از حد.
ما در اینجا
دوباره. ما در
دوشنبه وارد
کرده اید یک
بار دیگر و وق!
زندگی!
بیایید با هم
ذوق و شور و
شوق برای
زندگی است. مبارک
دوشنبه ، در
واقع! در غیر
این صورت ،
جایگزین ، به
مرده است؟ من
حدس می زنم ،
اما آنچه یک جایگزین.
بنابراین ،
بسیاری از
مسئولیت های
فوق العاده
شده اند سر بر
امروز ملاقات
کرد و من
افتخار دارم
که به یک فرد
بزرگسال
پیشرفت کند و
منجر همان.
باید ما رقص؟
نامه سرگشاده
به شهروندان
عزیز ایرانی
ما ؛
[سلام. سلام.
زندگی می کنیم
جهان جدا از
یکدیگر و
اجازه دهید
وانمود نیست
که این هر
چیزی به غیر
از یک فرم
ارتباطی در
سبک نامه
انجمن باز. با
این وجود ، من
بوده ام به
معنی به نوشتن
برخی از واژه
ها... امیدوارم
با اطلاعاتی
پر (نه چیزی بیشتر
و چیزی کمتر).]
(من من برای sakes
خود را انجام
دهد.)
سلام ، عزیز
مردم ایران
محبوب و زیبا
از جهان است.
چگونه می توانم
شما انجام
دهد؟
(با فصاحت
صحبت کردن به
عنوان یک
تشریفات است.)
این یک لذت و
افتخار به
نوشتن به طور
خاص برای شما
و با شما در
ذهن داشته
است.
من مطمئن هستم
که وضعیت حال
حاضر به عنوان
آن می ایستد
یکی از پیچیده
و دشوار است
که تحریم های
آمریکایی در
نفت ایران ،
قلمرو و
اقتصاد است.
در حال حاضر ،
با تمام
احترام به
خاطر کنونی ما
، رئیس جمهور
آمریکا باراک
اوباما که من
یک مقدار
زیادی از
احترام به
رئیس جمهور ما
به عنوان یک
مرد سیاسی به
اعتقاد من
شخصا به عنوان
یک شاعر از
زمین که گاهی
اوقات ، رئیس
جمهور کاملا
به درستی در
مورد جهانی
است توصیه نمی
شود دیپلماسی
، قوانین و
مقررات و
تشریفات. (من
فقط از تجربه
صحبت می کنند
، داشتن روابط
نزدیک شخصی
خود را به
کسانی که کرده
ایم که در
واقع به عنوان
دیپلمات در
سازمان ملل
متحد کار کرده
است.)
در واقع ،
هنگامی که
قدرت ایران در
نامه ای به
رئیس جمهور
آمریکا و
کابینه اش را
خطاب به او
باید از هیچ
چیز قوانین و
مقررات
قاطعانه و
مناسب پاسخ
داده و چیزی
کمتر. (در پاسخ
به ارتباط
نوشته شده است
به طور خاص
برای یک فرد
یا کابینه خود
را به صورت
خودکار نمی
کند ، یکی ، مدیون
از سوی دیگر
به هیچ وجه ،
شکل و یا به
صورت خطاب
است. منحصرا ،
در میان همسالان
، همکاران و
معاصران در
این زمینه کار
همان ، نامه
چنین باید
دوباره
متفاوت از
حاکمیت در
مورد هدیه..
هدیه هدیه و
سپاسگزار
برای دریافت
چنین چیزی
اندیشه بیشتر
و چیزی کمتر
ساده
"متشکرم" را
انجام خواهد
داد که شما
هیچ چیز را هر
کسی به جز
قدردانی خود
را بدهکار
نیست. graciousness دلیل
این که شما
واقعا و پر
زرق و برق
بودند تصور
این است که
است.)
این کسب و کار
با نامه ایران
هیچ تفاوتی
ندارد از
زمانی که رئیس
جمهور به طور
نادرست توصیه شد
را به بسیاری
از تعظیم در
همتایان
ژاپنی سیاسی
خود را بیش از
حد عمیق است.
نه ، نه ، نه.
(پسر های
قدیمی عاشق
خندیدن به
اشتباهات
چنین است.)
خارجی رئیس
جمهور کابینه
امور فرهنگی
باید آن را با
هم دریافت
کنید. در غیر
این صورت ،
آنها را به
ریاست جمهوری
به نظر می رسد نادان
، بدون تربیت
مناسب و کم و
ابرو. این
عادلانه نیست.
اگر قصد دارید
برای مشوره به
رییس جمهور
ایالات متحده
آمریکا و سپس
آن را به
درستی انجام
مشق شب خود را
و یا به خانه
بروند.
علاوه بر این
، من یک متخصص
در هر چیزی
بسیار کمتر به
مسائل خارجی
در دیپلماسی
نیست. با این حال
و با این وجود
اجازه دهید
رفتار ما در
هر مرحله از
راه به ویژه
هنگامی که
خرید و فروش
در مذاکرات
قدرتمند فراموش
نکنید. هر
جزئیات و نکات
دقیق وظریف
فقره به عنوان
شما در حال
حاضر می
دانیم. من
مجبور نیستم
که به شما
بگوید.
اگر چه ، آداب
معاشرت و
عملکرد مناسب
منجر به این
باور ، که هر
کسی هم می
نویسد : نامه
ای (به طور خاص
دست به نوشته
نامه) وظیفه
گیرنده در
پاسخ به بذله
گویی بدون هیچ
دلیل دیگری به
غیر از در
کنترل ، به
نوبه خود
استادانه و
قدرتمند است.
(بغیر از کارت
های سالانه ،
نامه ها و
اطلاعیه ها
مانند کسانی
که در روز
کریسمس ، تعطیلات
، و غیره این
همه بیش از حد
معمول است و در
نتیجه موظف به
بازگشت به یک
ژست در
ارتباطات اگر
شما پیدا نمی
کنید که لازم
است در انجام
این کار نیست.)
دلیل به همین
دلیل پاسخ به
مکاتبات در
قالب یک نامه
است بسیار
حیاتی است به
دلیل نویسنده
های اولیه
نیست و نه آن
را فرصتی برای
گیرنده به
نشان کردن
کنترل خود ،
منش استادانه
و قدرتمند در
زندگی هیچ متفاوتی
در مقایسه با
عظمت در
بازگشت
قدرتمند در تنیس
خدمت می کنند.
هر دستگاه پخش
بزرگ می تواند
در خدمت
قدرتمند
داشته باشد.
سوال این است : شما
می توانید
بازی بازگشت؟
برای بازگشت
به مکاتبات ،
باز به هوش
خود ، پرده
برداری به
نمایش در شیوه
ای فروتن و
هوشمند در منش
، البته است.
این راه را
برای گیرنده
به گام تا
بشقاب و شانس
خود را در
پنبه حلاجی
شده homerun. آیا می
خواهید به خفاش
نیست؟ این پسر
با بازی نمی
کند ، که برای اطمینان
حاصل کنید.
این چیزی که
شما ترک تا
مردان به انجام
بازی توپ های
حرفه ای با
خود برابر می
دانند که
قوانین به
بازی است. در
غیر این صورت
، آن را دست و
پا چلفتی ، بی
دست و پا و
احمق و
صادقانه ارزش
زمان کسی
نیست.
بنابراین ، می
تواند یکی از
بازی یا یک
احمق به جهان
از sophisticates به خصوص
در میان
رهبران
جهانی؟
بالاترین
افتخار در هر
نوع از ارتباط
(مهم نیست چه
احمقانه آن
ممکن است به
شما به نظر می
رسد) در خیلی
برقراری
ارتباط خود را
به دیگری جای
آن را در یک
ارتباط دو
طرفه که به
منزله پاسخ در
مکاتبات.
علاوه بر این
، آن را حتی به
مراتب قوی تر
و استادانه
دوباره به آدرس
یک تابع ،
دشمن و یکی
یکی از آنها
ممکن است هیچ
چیز مشترکی
داشته باشند.
این نشان می
دهد که در
کنترل خود را
با نشان دادن
ترس در ارتباط
بیشتر با مرکب
نوشته شده
است. هکتار!
این ممکن است
به معنای هر
چیزی به انسان
معمولی نیست.
با این حال ،
اگر تمایل شما
برای تبدیل
شدن به یک
دیپلمات ،
انسان را از
جهان و یک
رهبر قدرتمند
سپس من می
گویم ،
مکاتبات انسان
را به همان
اندازه و یا
لباس های خود
را به عنوان
کم.
مکاتبات به
عنوان
قدرتمند به
عنوان لباس یک
مرد بخواهد در
بازگشت خود را
پرتاب هر روز
صبح برای
انتقال به
جهان آنچه که
او از آن
ساخته شده
است. بسیاری
از مردها در همه
بیش از حد... خوب
، ذهن هرگز. من
نمی خواهد به
آنجا در حال
حاضر است. این
یکی دیگر از ballgame
و من انتظار
نداریم که شما
حتی می دانیم
که قوانین به قوانین
و مقررات لیگ
اصلی ، زیرا
به طور عمده
توسط sophisticates و مرد
به طور متوسط
معمول نیست
استفاده می
شود. این که چه
چیزی باعث می
شکند و یا
محافل شما در
کنار اجرا
است.
نامه می
توانید همه
چیز را و هیچ
چیزی در مورد شخصیت
دیگری می
گویند ، هنوز
رتبهدهی نشده
است پاسخ نمی
دهد قطعا به
معنی تربیت
نادرست ، ضعف
و عدم توجه در
پاسخ
اندیشمندانه
در نمایندگی
خود. به ذکر
است که نمی
داند چگونه به
بازی و توپ
است. این مثل
این است که
پرتاب یک توپ
نرم و یکی از
به ندرت می
توانید ضربه
که. آخ.
کمی شرم آور
به سازمان
دیده بان یک
بازیکن بزرگ
لکنت زبان
پیدا کردن
توپ. شما می
دانید آنها
بهتر از که
هنوز آنها می
توانید آن را
را کمک کنند زیرا
آنها به بیمار
توصیه شما به
آنها را با دستکش
بچه را درمان
می کنند و این
احمقانه است. برو
خانه و بازی
خود را به
تمرین. من در
این مدت بیست
و چهار سال
بوده است. من یک
حرفه ای در
حال حاضر توسط
است. من با
مردم از سراسر
جهان مطابقت
دارد.
کد های و
پیچیدگی های
بسیاری به
دانستن تربیت و
رهبری دیگران
وجود دارد. در
پاسخ به نامه
تنها مبتدیان
101 شخصیت
قوانین و
مقررات به
پرده برداری
از نقاط ضعف
یا نقاط قوت
در مورد دیگر
را از طریق
عدم تطابق
مانند تعظیم
عمیق نیز به
منزله ضعف به
ویژه هنگامی
که شما یک
خارجی است.
این گزارش می
گوید همه چیز
را در مورد
فرد بدون نیاز
به مطلق کلمه
است. به
احتمال زیاد
عدم به معنای
مکاتبات ، که
یکی از ترس
های دیگر و یا...
ترحم است. نه ،
بدون ،
مکاتبات به این
معنا slighting دیگر
آن معنی است
که شما ترس از
ارتباطات است
و این بدان
معناست که ضعف
خود را در بخشی.
من متاسفم به
بلانت در مورد
قوانین و
مقررات 101. من
نفرت هجی آن
را برای شما
به دلیل به
این معنی است
که من معلم
خود و این نقش
که من می
خواهم با شما
را ندارد. من
می خواهم به
معادل خود را
به جای پاک
کردن بینی خود
را. آن را
خاموش کنید
هنگامی که شما
فاقد قوانین و
مقررات زیرا
به این معنی
که شما لازم
نیست که از
اصول اولیه به
خفاش بسیار
کمتر به حرکت
در تاریخ به
پایه اول در
اجتماعی شدن و
امیدوارم کرک
homerun برای تیم
برنده. نه. شما
باید بر روی
نیمکت بنشیند
و بازی را یاد
بگیرند.
من این معنا
نیست که این
مفهوم را
میرسانند که
ما زندگی می
کنند از زندگی
ما در عصر ما
بزرگ مادربزرگ.
با این حال ،
این یک آزمایش
پیچیده ، به
اندازه کافی
برای دانستن
آنچه را که
دیگر از آن
ساخته شده ،
اگر هر چیزی
در همه. اگر
شما به یک
نامه خطاب به
شما پاسخ نمی
دهند و سپس به
احتمال زیاد شما
ناهار خوری با
دیپلمات ها و
همسالان خود
تعلق ندارند :
بسیار کمتر
قرار دادن
تحریم ها بر معیشت
دیگران ، راه
خود را از
زندگی و آینده
خود را. من این
معنا نیست
رئیس جمهور
آمریکا ما را
به این مفهوم
را میرسانند ،
شخصا و نه به
طور خاص ؛ (من
فکر می کنم که
رئیس جمهور ما
گاهی اوقات
کاملا
نامناسب به
خصوص در پیچیدگی
های خاص تبادل
فرهنگی
توصیه).
لطفا ، ببخش
لحظه های بی
دست و پا ، از
جمله عزیز
شهروندان
ایرانی و
رهبران. رئیس
جمهور ما ضعیف
است و نه
بیمار بر
پیچیدگی های
خاص تشریفات
است که باعث
می شود که یا
شکستن یک مرد توصیه
شده است.
من پرداختن به
رئیس جمهور
آمریکا و نه
من پرداختن به
امور فرهنگی
خارجی خود
کابینه و
مشاوران
بیمار زمانی
که آن را به
پیچیدگی های
خارجی می آید.
شخص مقتدر در
جامعه و اصالت
و سادگی
انداختن از دو
پارچه بسیار
متفاوت بریده
شده است. یکی
از یک پارچه
سلطنتی بریده
در حالی که
دیگر از کوله
بار قطع شده
است. پول
مقتدر در
جامعه می شود
آنها را به
اماکن ،
اتصالات و
مشهور است.
فلسفه رنگ واب
فریبنده زدن
به تغییر جهان
، مردان و
البته از
آینده است.
همیشه غالب بر
دیگری باشد ،
زیرا کلاس
دارای هیچ
ربطی به با
پول آن را با
هوش و سنت به
عنوان قدیمی
به عنوان
حافظه.
در مرحله بعد
، عزیز ما
شهروندان
ایرانی ما فکر
می کنیم جهان
از شما.
ما (شهروندان
آمریکایی)
اذعان درد و
رنج خود را در
این زمان
اقتصادی و
ناآرامی های
جنگ احتمالی
بر سواحل خود
را. من هیچ
واژه خرد برای
شما در این زمان
تلاش نیاز
است. من می
خواهم شما را
به درک که
شهروندان
آمریکایی ما ،
بیش از حد ، از
ناآرامی رنج
می برند ،
زمان دشوار
اقتصادی و
دوازده سال
گذشته از
مذاکرات
سیاسی تا حدی
خود رای.
به عنوان
آمریکایی های
زحمتکش ما 2012
انتخابات ریاست
جمهوری مواجه
و مقدار زیادی
از نگرانی در
سواحل ما یک
نوع جنگ است
که که ما را
پایین آورده
به زانو ما از
رکود اقتصادی
، برون سپاری
و برش و بودجه
به برنامه های
دولت و کمک به
طبقه متوسط
است.
60 سال گذشته به
جز دستمزد ما
همه چیز را در
هزینه های
شیوه زندگی در
آمریکا
افزایش یافت.
آمریکا بسیار
عقب در تعالی
اقتصادی و
هزینه های در
شیوه زندگی و
نشاط برای
آمریکایی های
طبقه متوسط
ما است.
آنقدر سخت به
نقطه را به
ثروتمندترین 2
٪ است که
هنگامی که
طبقه متوسط
از بین می
رود و سپس
آنها خواهید
به طور مستقیم
محتوا با
انتخاب جیب ، CON
هنرمندان و دزد.
آیا شما عزیز
شهروندان
ایرانی ، در
امریکا
بسیاری از
ثروتمندترین 2
٪ فکر می کنم و
در نظر گرفتن
طبقه متوسط
یک مانع و
مزاحمت. در عین
حال همچنان
ثروتمندترین 2
٪ به نظر نمی
رسد به درک
این است که :
آنچه که در
جای خود آنها
را به از فقرا
بافر است که
کمی شکننده و
زیبا ارکیده
به نام طبقه
متوسط است.
اگر طبقه
متوسط کشته
و سپس 2 درصد
ثروتمندترین
باید کاملا
آماده زندگی
دوباره تاریک
سنین از چارلز
دیکنز.
گرامی
شهروندان ایرانی
، من می دانم
چگونه پیچیده
شما را در
رویدادهای
کنونی و سیاست
جهانی هستند.
من می دانم دست
اول چرا که من
هدیه ای از
دوستی از یکی
از دختران
بسیاری خود را
اعطا شد و او
به عنوان راه
خود را از
طریق برنامه
دکترای خود را
در اینجا در
مینیاپولیس
ساخته شده
است. او یک زن
دنیوی ، زن
چابک و عصبانی
که من بزرگ شد
به احترام ،
اعتماد و عشق
بود. من می
دانستم که این
دختر شما می
تواند و من از
یک ساختمان
سوزش ، دشمنان
و ادمکشی را
ذخیره کنید.
این گل زن
ساخته شده من
متوجه آنچه در
آن به معنی یک
زن و هرگز
اجازه می دهد
برای دیگران
به راه رفتن
روی سر من. به
دلیل دختر
هوشمند خود را
که من تبدیل
به زنی که من.
با تشکر از
شما برای به
اشتراک گذاری
خود را با ما.
ما نه تنها افتخار
اما نیز بسیار
سرگرم شده و
کاملا آموزش توسط
چنین اصالت و
سادگی
انداختن. قبل
از او به
ایران بازگشت
او به من داد بزرگترین
هدیه ای از
دوستی هیچ
نویسنده ای تا
کنون می تواند
دریافت جدا از
ماشین تحریر :
دختر دوست
داشتنی خود را
به ارزانی بر
من هدیه در
شکل یک میز
لاکی که او
خودش را مهر و
موم شده است.
این همه سال
بعد بیشترین
من نوشته های
من نگه دارید
در زیر شلواری
که میز و فکر
می کنم دختر
ایرانی که
تغییر جهان
بینی من در
مورد سیاست در
مورد مردم
ایران. سلام.
برگزاری یک
لحظه سکوت
برای
شهروندان
ایرانی است. ممکن
است شما می
شود و به
عنوان دختر
خود را مورد
احترام دوست و
من آمد به
دانستن و نگاه
بر یکدیگر به
عنوان خواهر
دنیا.
ایرانیان
شهروندان
آمریکایی با
داشتن بروید
سختی در آن با
قیمت گاز ما :
که بیشتر شبیه
به بازی یک کودک
یو یو از رهبر
جهانی
اقتصادی به
نظر می رسد. ما
برای
بازارهای
جهانی و
رهبران در
تولید و ارائه
نفت به حفظ
برخی از انواع
افتخار در معاش
را در قیمت
گذاری نفت
بپرسید. شهروندان
جهان همه ما
می دانیم که
روغن نباید به
عنوان گران
قیمت آن را به
عنوان.
شهروندان از
سازمان ملل را
به خرید نفت
گران قیمت که
لازم نیست bullied.
ما از شما
(شهروندان
ایران) نگاه
کنید به انجام
کار درست و به
نظر دختر خود
را در غرب ،
دختران ما ،
دوستان و همسایگان.
من برای شما
آرزوی شگفت
انگیز سال 2012 ،
ایرانیان
عزیز. همه
شهروند
آمریکایی ما
عشق را به شما است.
Salavie ،
گابریلا
ضمیمه "را به"
یک کودک ، در
به شکل تصویب
شده است به
سرقت کودک.
دوره.
آه ، تصویب به
عنوان شکلی از
برده داری
روزی خواهد شد
در نظر گرفته
شود بی حرمتی
، زشت و مشمئز
کننده است. آن زمان
صاحبان مزرعه
به تحقق
بخشیدن به یک
جنگ داخلی است
که برده داری
سیاه و سفید
به صورت از موارد
نقض حقوق مدنی
بود. این به یک
جنبش توده ای
به درک که
قبول کردن
فرزند خارجی
بردگی است. به
عنوان یک adoptee
خارجی من به
فرزندان
خارجی اتخاذ
هرگز چرا که
عمل زشتی از
هر گونه حقوق
بشر. آینده به
شما این امکان
را می دهد
برای
اعجوبههای
ترسناکی چنین
رخ می دهد و به
دور با توجیه
برده داری
چنین است. "را
به" بچه ها دور
از زمین ،
میراث و فرهنگ
خود را به ارتکاب
برده داری
اروپایی محور است.
من می دانم ،
من می دانم ،
آن را شیک به
خود و "را به"
بچه ای که از
کشورهای جهان
سوم و با تکبر
راه رفتن در
مورد مثل شما
یک سگ کوچک در
کیف پول خود
را داریم. من
آن را دریافت
کنید. همه ما انجام
دهد. اربابان
برده و برده
داران ، آنها
طلب بخشش می
دانند که آنچه
انجام می
دهند. آنها را
به خاطر جهل
خود و اعجوبههای
ترسناکی ببخش.
ضعیف روح.
*) دکتر ران پل!
دکتر ران پل.
دکتر ران پل!
January 6, 2012
“It doesn't matter what you believe just so long as you're sincere.” - Charles M. Schulz
“Aunt Marion was right... Never marry a musician, and never answer
the door.” - Charles M. Schulz
“If
I were given the opportunity to present a gift to the next generation, it would
be the ability for each individual to learn to laugh at himself.” - Charles M. Schulz
“I love mankind; it's people I can't stand.” - Charles M. Schulz
“All you need is
love. But a little chocolate now and then doesn't hurt.” - Charles M. Schulz
Happy Friday!
Aloha.
It’s another gorgeous methane-filled spring
day in Minneapolis, Minnesota.
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Alright, let’s move across this dance floor
like two professional dancers.
Everything is personal once we begin to sweat together
then I’ll get to know your smell intimately and you’ll recognize mine right
there in the middle of a public dance floor.
If it’s not personal to oppose idiotic ideas, notions and disguised
motives then you’re just making it up and blowing smoke up peoples’ noses. Go
write a novel if it’s not personal when people lie in public to fulfill their
agendas by using others.
And I mean everything
is personal when it comes to Latinos and their perspective of the world.
Otherwise, more bubble gum to contend with. If you don’t know the ways of the
Latinos’ and their passionate bleeding hearts then you don’t know anything about them much less how much
they care once they fall in love with a song of the angels, bread of the world
and music of their souls. Baile! Dance! I’ve got “Gypsy Kings” in my mind’s eye
from this bird’s eye view.
In other words, do you know how to fly and
breathe at the same time, because I most certainly do! I’ve got rhythm, moves
and balance of an exotic bird.
Now, I have to remember to keep a count but
it’s up to you to lead because I’m a Lady. I’m expecting you to know how to
handle me like an adult woman just as any adult man ought to with finesse,
respect and intellect. Otherwise, go home.
Remember, I can only dance as well as you can lead. Ha! Plus, I’m still learning
how to keep a count. Mighty tough to do so when I just want to jump up and down
to the rhythm of my heartbeat like an African tribesman.
How about a good Samba tonite?
A Samba, ought to make you blush if you’re not in tune with your inner dancing sensuality.
No, I don’t mean that you have to go half naked for anyone to find you
sensually appealing and alluring.
I mean, your soul must be free for others to
find you sensual.
Free inside your spiritual canal. Free of
fear. Free from your deepest and darkest hours. Free from stress. Free from
hatred. Free from worry. Free from one moment to the next. All you’ve got to do
is breathe, follow a rhythm, find a beat, harmony and go with it.
When you are at the center of the music and
you’ve lost all awareness of others then you’ll be free. Otherwise, you’ll
continue to be a slave of your own making and self-consciousness-perception.
I whisper to you in your ear, “Let go. Have
fun. Your soul is here to catch you, if it must.”
In other words, breathe. Relax and chill out!
Tranquillo, everyone!
We’ll take it one step at a time.
Look up into my eyes and don’t be afraid I
won’t bite even though I have all the power in the world to take your arm off
like a Rottweiler.
The worst that can happen is that you’ll
become dance-floor road-kill and well, it’ll challenge you. Either you’ll get
up and keep going or you’ll go home with your tail between your legs and
defeated.
However, I highly doubt that because around
these parts we’re hardy Minnesotans. I know. I’ve witnessed the Minnesotans do
a mean Polka. Man, can those folks dance. I’m so proud of the Minnesotans and
their Polkas. Polka’s a history that ought never to be lost amongst the
shuffled pages of time. Anyone ought to be able to do a mean Waltz at any given
time no differently than a Polka or a Two-Step. Let’s go! We’re Minnesotans and
dancers! Move your bodies to the rhythm
of your souls. It’s time. Minnesotans have some serious pounds to shed off
in 2012. Come on! It’s a journey we’re embarking on towards life not death.
Like anything of beauty and respect move like
you were driving a Bugatti
Veyron and we all know what a smooth ride that is. There’s
nothing more powerful than watching a man handle something of beauty with his
very own two hands. Whether, it’s a tool, an instrument, a vehicle or a woman. The
highest prestige in a man’s life is to learn as to how to handle his ego in
relationship to feminine masterpieces.
When a man can smoothly fly down a private
stretch of road at top notch speed with a calm, serene and peaceful approach to
life then you know that you’re sitting next to a masterpiece for an adult male.
It’s not the machinery that makes a man, it’s in the tranquility and purpose
that a man will transfix a woman to regard and respect him as her own piece of
soul shrouded in poetry.
Thus, when you dance, move as though you were
in the driver’s seat of a Bugatti
Veyron. When test driving your
steps on a woman, if you can touch her with the finesse in your finger tips of
your shifting gears then you’ve got it made. Until then, you’ll be considered clumsy
and scared little boys. Are you boys or are
you men? Can you drive a woman across a dance floor like you would a “Pierce
Arrow” with the divine will of time and prestige? Otherwise, go home. You’re
not prepared to be in the same room with greatness. Women are goddesses.
Divine, piercing and fine pieces of machinery and never ever forget that.
Quickly, if you can’t keep up then I’ll dance
by myself until I reach complete and total ecstasy in freedom of breath when I
step inside time and become breath-of-life itself.
As a heterosexual I don’t like to dance
amongst lesbians because the energy is not nearly as sensual as it is amongst
men but it’s a hell of a lot more fun not being groped and pawed by sweaty
hands. Go women!
Men have a hell of a lot to learn about women
and female sensuality. I won’t get into the battle of the sexes or we’ll be
here all night and tonight I have dinning plans with my husband and a Manhattan
local.
Cheers!
I’m entering the age in the prime of my life and no, I’m not a train
wreck nor have I ever been. I’m introverted and fiercely oozing with
intelligence and life. I’m ugly duckling no longer. I’m strong, bold and aged
in the likes of the finest Cognacs. No, I’m not a femme fatale. Indubitably,
not. I’m a Lady. I’m a Malt Whiskey in the form of an intellectually acquired
taste for the ages. I’m not something to be chugged. I’m something you can sit
with and mull over while you get your juices flowing and think of ways to
contribute to the world.
Salavie,
Gabriela
P.S. “Why do they have to wear those ugly
short skirts?” She asked and gave me a long and intense look. I didn’t know the
answer to that. “Those skirts ought to be below the knee when they sit.” I had
to agree with her because she’s a sophisticate. What must one do but to agree
when you’re in the presence of greatness. She knows what she’s talking about.
“They’re trying to relive their twenties. That’s just dumb!” I smiled a wide
smile and calmly looked out the window.
P.S.S. If I use a sentence in Italics then it means that it’s a
paraphrase, title or a commonly used phrase. A plagiarist, I’m not. If you
bring it to my attention then I’ll make corrections. Otherwise, go home and
stay there crabby kids.
*) (Correction; from “Bachman” to
“Bachmann”.)
*) Another note: if someone is a public figure
then everything and anything is free game and don’t you
forget it. Nothing is too personal when people are public
figures and don’t fall for their pity, stupidity and low-standards. God,
Americans require to be far better educated. Public figures don’t need to be in the limelight they simply
choose to do so. An elder once said to me, “You’d have to be half crazy to want
to be a politician.” I’d have to agree.
*) I’m grateful to work in the private sector
and to be a private citizen. Whew!
*) Now, if you’ll excuse me. I must go and
dress myself for dinner. It’s the proper thing to do.
I’ve held myself back because some of
my artistic peers did. In many ways they subconsciously asked me to be average
right alongside them because they, too, were afraid of success but for much
different reasons than mine. I was afraid of my ego and now, I embrace it after
years of allowing for others to walk all over me.
I was afraid to make the type of money
that’ll require in leaving serious trust funds for the continuation in the
honor of the arts, mathematics and sciences. I was afraid of having better
things, a fulfilled career and a successful life if they could not. I was
afraid for them and their poverty.
I’ve felt guilty for years that I could and
would go on to succeed without many of my artistic counterparts. Now that I’ve
given them 13 years to succeed I’ve arrived at a finest conclusion. They’re not
going to succeed because they keep taking roads widely travelled amongst the
crazy, shallow, greedy and stupid.
I can no longer wait at the entrance of this
beautiful path for them to have the courage to travel the path less travelled. I must go on without them as I always knew
that I would, but I just wanted to wait for a little while longer and try to
encourage them to have no fear of their artistic manifestations. To find the
courage to have fun and to play. I can see everything from here and it’s made
of golden orange sunsets with pink-purple hues, blue cotton candy and spring
showers full of laugher… Goodbye to adolescence.
I turn my back now and will not look back as
I take my first step forward, towards intrinsic wisdom in the manifestation of
pure adult happiness. I have a date with success and her sisters. She’s
beckoned me to her bosom and I’ll happily sit beside her and listen.
She and her mother held me in their arms as a
child and I know their faces well, because everything I touch turns to gold and
that’s the gift she gave me as a poor child of the jungle; innate beauty,
sincerity and trust for the fragility of life, death and the divine.
I hold her secrets close. When I’ve had
nothing else to hold onto I’ve held on to their kindness, shadows and
silhouettes. I know the secrets of life and death and that is my greatest book
of poems. That’s why the Argentineans can quote Pablo Neruda from soul no
differently than I can quote her embodied spirit on Earth.
Long live the courage to becoming your
deepest dreams in the waking hours of light while you work towards a reality of
nectar and spice.
“Bamboleo” here I come my dearest friend. Can
you feel my heart jumping out of its skin!
January 5, 2012
“Life is like a ten speed bicycle. Most of us have gears we never
use.” - Charles M. Schulz
“No problem is so
formidable that you can't walk away from it.” - Charles M. Schulz
Happy Thursday!
Aloha.
What a lovely spring day in Minneapolis,
Minnesota.
I hope you get out and move today.
Happy 2012 New Year’s to you lovely world!
My word, it’s astonishing that we made it thus
far after everything that’s gone on in the world.
Aloha, to those of you reading in Prague. All
my love to you dearest ones as you live out extraordinary lives of joy,
fulfillment and happiness. I’ll never forget my time with your Country’s men
and the many philosophical conversations we held over the course of many months.
These men changed my life, my intellectual spirituality and my world view; these
men were perfect gentlemen. Thank you, Prague for raising such great old world
intellectuals. Cheers!
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Shall we move across a floor in a Tango?
{Please,
don’t step on my toes. I’m wearing an adult woman’s pair of well made and
stitched stiletto high heels tonight and I can walk in them like a professional
not like a little girl. I care not to be stepped on by you.} Easy now, like
perfect gentlemen, otherwise, go home and practice your dance moves in your
living rooms.
There are many topics I’d like to take on,
discuss and write about.
However, I’m staying away from being all too
controversial tonight because I’m spent and it’s the end of my day (simply I
could set us on fire because that’s what this boiling blood is made of, fuego
and ice).
Rather I’ll to give us all a break from an
overly feisty voice. Although, I could get real shallow on you real fast
because fluff is easy to come by and a lazy approach to living, writing and
producing artwork, therefore, I won’t go there with you because I have much
self-respect for such idle weakness, mindlessness and thoughtlessness.
Although, I adore cotton candy in ways that I
can’t explain it to you and if I tried you’d get bored so onward we go.
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Can you believe it?
It’s 2012!
I’ve been waiting for this year my entire
Mayan Indiana existence. I don’t expect you to understand rather do because
you’re that intelligent and sophisticated.
I’ve made a lifelong commitment to movement
(30 minutes of walking at least daily), vegan foods (no, I’m not a vegan,
lead-free) and calm decision making (producing with other professional artists,
thinkers and producers, (no, not novices and amateurs).
(I spent the decade of my mid twenties and
early thirties giving away my life, intellect and hard work to lazy wanna-be artistic posers and lost
two-hundred and ninety-seven thousand dollars in that silliness.) Too many
people play at business but don’t know how to conduct business mostly in the
arts (filmmaking) in Minnesota. I attribute that to laziness, especially in the
field of the arts. Cross your T’s and dot your damn I’s. Otherwise, it’s just
another bragging kid at a pub who isn’t old enough to drink but if they keep
talking about everything they’ve done: maybe, just maybe, they’ll get to slip a
sip from an old forgotten brew from the old guy sitting next to him falling
asleep at the sound of his self-important voice.
I’m not a fool, any longer.
I’ve moved on.
I became an adult female.
I have some astounding ideas for the future
therefore, I can’t be held back any longer at the back of the pack. I’ve held
my momentum so as not to run others over with their slowness and lack of
veering around corners. I’ve paced myself for fifteen years, but now.
Now, I’m on fire and I believe in the
goodness of humanity’s intellect, resourcefulness and calm breathing. Nevertheless,
don’t ask me for money ever again. I don’t have any for you and if I want to
donate then I’ll volunteer my hard earned dollars to some American cause for
the betterment of national public education. Capicé.
I’m shedding my skin as a Beta and becoming
an Alpha as I was meant to be one from birth. Nevertheless, once a Beta, always
a caring Beta for the soul survival
of all, that which are interconnected like the intricate roots of mushrooms
below the surface of our view.
I’ve been the lead sled dog that’s been
placed at the back of the pack by some mistake.
Do you know what it’s like to run a lead sled dog at the back of the
pack?
Irritating and complicated. Watch it
sometime. You, too, would be frustrated.
Do you know what happens to a Beta with all of
the makings for an Alpha leader; she’s stunning, humbly-proud, regal and a
caring leader for her pack because she understands that her sole survival
depends on how well they run alongside and behind her. Done.
I’m looking down at the barrel of success and
this time I won’t choke as I did as a little girl out of fear of what success
might do to my ego.
I was trained, tailored and sculpted for
success and now I’m ready to take that run through the ice.
This time, I’ll speak up against bullies; wanna-be princesses and misappropriation
of funds even if it’s not popular to do so. I’ll grow wings and fly away the
moment when others are selfish, self-centered and malicious screaming
manipulators for scavengers.
I’ll become diplomatic at the center of chaos
rather than reacting to its stupidity.
I was made for high class. Don’t you see? Everything that’s lead me
up to this point: When I reach May 14, 2012, everything up to that point has
made me a worldly human ready for adulthood for the very first time in my life.
I’m ready to climb out of my skin and shed it for a brand new one in the
likeness of intellectual sophistication, diplomacy and calmness rather than a
bleeding passionate heart. I know, I know, who I am. You don’t have to tell me.
I know all too perfectly well.
All of the horrible business deals, the mean
quasi friendships, the disrespect, the misuse, abuse, sexual exploitation, manipulation,
maltreatment, power struggles, oppression, slavery, screaming, lies and deceit;
I shed from my life, forever. I become a woman as I ought to be one. I can’t
explain to you what’s about to happen to my humanity in the months that are to
arrive at May 14th, 2012. I’m done with change for now. Now, I begin
a magnificent transformation into an adult female while I’m at rest inside a
protective cocoon.
For a female Maya, the age of 35 is a turning
point into adulthood and I welcome it. I didn’t think I’d get to see, much less,
live through my 34th birthday. I’m bewildered, calm and hopeful for what is yet
to unfold.
I hold all the power, secrets and calmness of
the universes inside my pumping veins as any other human does; the difference
between you and I is that I’m about to begin unlocking DNA secrets beyond my wildest
imagination and no one will ever take advantage, harass and oppress me for as
long as I live and so on and so forth. My freedom as an adult female is to be
left to peacefully contribute and to never to be abused again by another,
because you see me or think of me as a muse, as a slave or as a vagina. I
refuse to be injured and harmed by anyone ever again. Nope. Otherwise, prepare
to die in more ways than the soul can handle death.
I did the most extraordinary thing in the
past month as I underwent surgery. I let go of my fears of insecurity, envy and
pride. I’ve had an awakening. A spiritual enlightenment (no, not some shallow
wishy-washiness) rather a bright light was kindled inside my chest and now,
well, now it’s all over with foolishness, eagerness to please and place myself
second to the needs of everyone except myself. Nope. Be gone, you! (He, he,
he!)
Even my stance has become powerful. I take up
space. I hold my head up, my shoulders back and I have no shame in being pure
blooded Indigenous Maya with an adopted Blue Blood and Finn-Jewish upbringing. Do you know what that means to me? I’m sure
you don’t. Ha! Ha! Ha! I’m couture for high class. A monkey that breathes
poetry is not just a monkey it’s a mirror and a… Yes, I’ll become a snob in the
likes of ancient royalty without any fear of getting dirty. Yes, I’ll show you
what it means to have manners as far back as 1066 when the Lords of the Manor held highest honors unbeknownst to you. No, I
won’t hold any delusions of grandeur
as I test run this American dream while I make a fortune. I’m supposed to be
dead in some jungle from a snake bite.
If I made it to the year of my adulthood then
so can you.
I’m about to enter my first year of adulthood
and all bygones will become bygones but don’t come around and think you can
drink up all of our liquor, spit in our faces while you speak and brag about
nothing you’ve ever done. I never liked alcoholics to begin with, anyway.
It’s a birth.
My birth.
Do you understand what’s about to happen to me as an Indiana female? Extraordinary
and delightful “metamorphosis” (for a lack of a better word) in the development
of new found freedoms towards the prime
of my life which are about to manifest. Everything before 35 was child’s
play and foolish even though I’ve been naïve to manipulation, oppression and
force.
As an Indiana: anything that’s come before my
35th birthday will be shed and left behind to die like dead skin on a rock on a
sunny day. It’s extraordinary that I made it here at all. I wasn’t supposed to
have a chance at life, not this one anyway.
I was supposed to die from starvation and
malaria in the jungles of Central America but instead I was bought, became a
slave and now I have my adulthood freedom.
I’m making films twelve years after college
and well into my mid-level career.
I proved myself and all I had in my back
pocket was a rock and a stick to make some fire. Now, the fruits of my labor
are starting to turn into a powerful red volcano dark wine. I’m here for the
ride.
What are you made out of?
I’m made out of flower pedals and honey.
I know none of this probably means anything
to you.
Nevertheless, do you understand the odds?
My life turned out to be a fairytale. One,
from Cinderella to an Adult Swan, happily married, post surgery and smiling. My
life has been an extraordinary occurrence of winning the lottery in other
words; a breath of life. I get to go: pass-go,
collect two-hundred dollars and go on living and writing for all of you.
No, not for me; for you. Silly Rabbit!
I already know myself and To Thine Self
Be True.
Salavie,
Gabriela
P.S. I’ve fallen in love with a show titled:
“Last of the Summer Wine”.
January 4, 2012
“You're in pretty good shape for the shape you are in.” - Dr. Seuss
Happy Wednesday!
Aloha!
Alright, now that we’re over the political
Telanovela (soap opera) of the Republican presidential candidates, we can all
now breathe and laugh it off. If you weren’t laughing then you were taking it
way too seriously. We were laughing over late Frankfurt dinner last night. Yes,
I was brought up to believe that politicians are liars. Take it up with the
academics, if you will.
Now, I write with quite a serious voice and
it’s a serious voice, indeed. Nevertheless, I’m not. In this modern era we must
learn to take most things with a grain of salt. It’s a great literary exercise
for those of you who haven’t had to read or write with a serious matter in
contemplation. Fun! Moving on! (Cheeky, ha?) (I think I would’ve adored hanging
out with Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart, if indeed he was that
cheeky.)
Shall we dance?
(My
mind can only think of one dance and one dance only, the Tango. I see the color
red in my mind’s eye and my mouth salivates with delight at the thought of such
a sexy and classically sophisticated dance with the remembrance in the taste of
cherries at the tip of my tongue.) I’m about to drool everywhere if I don’t
stop thinking about the Tango. Very well. No, this is not erotica by any means,
because if it were I’d make sure you’d be on the floor tearing your hair out
while licking your toes. Ha! I was taught to write in the genre of erotica.
However, I can’t say I’d place my name on it. I’d be too shy for that. Maybe,
I’d have to think about it.
Anyway, I’m stalling. That’s not to say that
I’d ever write any, although… “Gotcha”. (I was taught to write my name on
everything I write and I’ll continue to do so.)
I have the utmost innate surge to move my
body across a dance floor and so my spirit does while my body continues to heal
enduring slight pain due to internal sutures.
Still I must be good to my little body and
continue to heal. I haven’t got too many options but to take it easy and go
slower than I used to. Amazing how life will teach you, her secrets when you go
through great illnesses.
No, I’m not asking for your pity I’m not in
search of votes. Thank you.
I’m not quite sure what to write today if anything
at all. I’ve sat down to write just now at 4:35 in the afternoon and by this
time of day I’m already spent. I took the afternoon off and spent four hours
wandering around a mall. I haven’t done that in 15 years. Fun! It was quite
extraordinary. I found a pillow, a pair of (non-pig skin) gloves and female
undergarments. Nothing too exciting. I tried on more clothes than I’d care to
explain. Nothing fit quite right and so I psychologically knew that I had to
put them back. Otherwise, those articles of clothing would’ve made their way to
the back of my closet not to be seen again for another five years simply to
have given them away.
I’m so frustrated with commercial female
clothing. I’d give you my measurements if I thought it would help out the
garment industry. However, I’m too proper for that. I want well made clothes. I
want. I desire to feel like I was in my own skin. Not quite. I like a little
breathing room in the areas where it counts most. I’ve decided to take a sewing
class at one of the colleges.
Hell, I’d sign up for a sewing class at an
Ivy League University if I was promised that I would be taught to make couture
clothing for myself. No, I don’t want to jump into the garment industry and
compete with the fashion designers. I simply want clothing that’ll fit my
petite measurements and thus I’ll sew them and when I do, careful. I become
extraordinarily good at everything I touch that’s why I stay away from touching
articles of clothing when I go looking to buy. I don’t want to get emotionally
attached to items I’m not interested in. Psychological reports advice consumers
to stay away from touching items in stores otherwise you form an emotional
attachment to an object and then you’re more apt to buy it. Hands off unless
you’re like me who can touch without buying because you’re so damn tactile. I
know, I know.
I
would like to have one single article of clothing fit me just once like it
ought to without having to pawn off our first born, sell the car or work longer
hours. Do
you understand?
Yes,
I’m middle
class and quite responsible. I’ve been working my
entire life for everything I
have and I mean that. Nevertheless, I haven’t lost my mind to an idiotic propensity
in becoming a shopaholic. I love shoes and clothing as any other woman does. Nevertheless,
I believe as the Ladies in waiting did, that wearing the same clothing again
and again until it’s served its purpose is indeed fashionable and that there’s
a time and place for fashion and there’s a time and place for comfort.
Thus,
I’ll learn to sew after staring at my sewing machine for three long winters and
being intimidated of it. Look, I know material, I know cuts, I know quality and
I know style, even though I've dressed like a girly-girl feminine tomboy most
of my life. I have an insensible appetite for classical / modernized fashions
and style. I have all the elements that it takes to know what something is
worth, but what I don’t have is sewing skills of any type.
I
would like to make clothing that fits me like a glove, that are personalized
and tailored made only for me just once before I die. I’m tired of ugly prints,
even if it’s Italian - I don’t want to look like everybody else. I’m tired of clothing
being too big around the shoulders as though women were quarterbacks and too
tight around the bust as though we had none or without any shape at all to
speak of as though women were “Sponge Bob Square Pants”. Pants are too long,
too narrow at the waist and humongous hips like elephants’ ears. Goodness, who
is making this stuff? Don’t answer that, it’s rhetorical. I’ve got ideas up my
sleeves. I just have to roll up my sleeves and get to work.
We
don’t need more designers. We need more female engineers! Please, women, go to
school to learn to engineer function, durability and long lasting materials so
that women’s clothing doesn’t fall off of women and comes apart or so that
women are not made to fit into little boys’ clothes because gay designers have
not one clue how women’s bodies are built to move to begin with.
I’ve
got expensive taste in the likes of Queen Cleopatra and my feet are firmly on
the ground. Plus, I’ve got too much class to become too much of a sucker for
small pieces of fabric that’ll set me back a few grand. I’m a Taurus and far
too grounded upon Tierra Firma to go spending well earned money on frivolous
articles of clothing. Nevertheless, do you know what an interesting dilemma it
is to finally turn thirty-four years of age and be able to afford beautiful clothes
without a credit card; to be able to afford fashionable clothes and come to
discover that clothing are either quite cheaply made or quite expensive and
ugly as if women were eighty-nine year olds from 1976. Please. Sequence.
Ah, it
depends on how sequence is placed but if it looks anything like the stuff my
great-aunt Hanny wore in the early 1990’s as a Jewish-German woman, well into
her eighties living in Weehawken, New jersey’s Jewish-German
community: then I
think I’m going to vomit. God, keep Hanny in his
love. However, her fashion sense left much to be desired. God love Hanny but I already
put my time-in with the elderly Jewish-German ladies. Please don’t make me
repeat the early 1990’s old women’s fashions and lifestyles all over again,
because yes, furniture covered in plastic does stick to your thighs in the
summer time and it kills when you have to peel-rip it off your hot sweaty legs.
Ah, those wonderful months of my youth in the summers living it up in Manhattan and
New Jersey with the relatives under hot blazing summer city-sun and pavement.
Today, I found myself in a haze of nostalgia
for Boston and Newbury Street shopping, wining and dining. I wish I’d make the
time to visit and shop at Armani, Betsey Johnson and of
course pop into Newbury Comics.
I have more sea shells now than I’ve ever had.
I used to have more time and very little sea shells. It’s funny how things
change as you’re staring down at the barrel of success, and then everything
changes suddenly and all too quickly as things appear to happen all too quickly
in fog like dreams. Now, I have more sea shells but no time to speak of.
The next three years are going to lick me.
We’re up to our ears in films that need to be produced. We just got contracted
to make a $20,000 dollar-five minute short. Yes, I’m writing about money so you
can understand this industry. No, I’m not bragging. I used to starve, remember?
Plus, after taxes, it’ll all go to the government and your local public schools
anyway. Ha! Funny!
I’m not complaining, I’m simply nostalgic and
grateful not to be starving as I did through my mid-twenties. How life changes
as you get older. Why is it that when you’re young you have no money and as you
get older you make a little bit more money but then you don’t completely have
your health. See, the gods are indeed crazy, aren’t they? It’s time for me to
get off my butt and purchase real estate.
No, don’t ask me for money I’m not cash rich.
Thank you.
Salavie,
Gabriela
P.S. My hour of writing is up. Cheers!
January 3, 2012
“A person's a person, no matter how small.” - Dr. Seuss
“Be
who you are and say what you feel, because those who mind don't matter and
those who matter don't mind.” - Dr. Seuss
“I
meant what I said and I said what I meant.” - Dr. Seuss
“Preachers
in pulpits talked about what a great message is in the book. No matter what you
do, somebody always imputes meaning into your books.” - Dr. Seuss
“Think
left and think right and think low and think high. Oh, the thinks you can think
up if only you try!” - Dr.
Seuss
“You
have brains in your head. You have feet in your shoes. You can steer yourself
in any direction you choose. You're on your own, and you know what you know.
And you are the guy who'll decide where to go.” - Dr. Seuss
P.S.S. Dear Iowans, do you not remember that you denied Mitt Romney
three years ago for the Republican presidential candidacy? Think back as to why
you made such an impactful decision? Mitt Romney is in the likeness of
President Barack Obama as far as their policies are concerned and political
temperaments. Do you not understand that Mitt Romney is a “moderate democrat”
in the likes of democrats rather than Republicans? If you vote for Mitt Romney
then you vote for the likeness of President Barack Obama.
Please, think! You taught me to be a
free-thinker, dear Iowa: foreign aid helps the pockets of dictators and tyrants
in other countries. We ought not to go to war with Iran. We have no business in
going back to the Middle East for a third Vietnam and another eight years of
gouging our economy to support a lost cause for a war with Iran.
Dr. Ron Paul will save the Americans from the
messes the two Bushes’ and one Obama Administration have placed us under so
much economical despair. What must I write to convince you that Dr. Ron Paul is
a leader, a thoughtful intellectual and does indeed have the best interest of
the country’s heart? Scientifically proven, humans are born racists. However,
not bigots and Dr. Ron Paul is not a bigot. Consider those who are to inherit the National
deficit. Consider the future of America and vote for the greater good of our
country not the sleekness of candidates, their spouses and children selling
cheap political personal campaigns like fish mongers. Rather think of the
intelligence and experience in the likes of Dr. Ron Paul.
(Corrections have indeed been made!)
Had
time to write over the Holiday!
Happy Tuesday!
Aloha, indeed!
Quickly, now- let’s keep up! It’s our job as intrinsic poets and American
intellectuals to do so - (to keep up). If you can read and write then you are
both poets and intellectuals in the making. Ha! Wonderful! Aloha, lovely world.
Let’s set our egos aside and unconditionally
love our intrinsic divine wills which connects us to every other living
organism making us equal, still not the same. If you harm another organism then
you harm your own ego (he, he, he).
{Indians, (get over your political correctness - it’s set our country back by four
decades) have a great sense of
humor. I’m surprised there aren’t more Indians for stand-up comics. We’ll have
to work on that in the next hundred years. Writing is at the root of thinking, development
and progress. Cheers!}
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Dear
Evangelical / Conservative American voters; we’ve got much to do with your help
in order for our Nation to progress forward in the next five thousand years.
No, the world isn’t ending!
The world is now beginning!
The Maya have written about the astronomical
wonders of 4000’s and 5000’s. I can’t wait for our future offspring to witness
such splendors of 5021, 6021 and December 21, 7012.
The ancient Maya didn’t write that “2012 was
the end of the world”. If you did hear it from a contemporary Maya then it’s a
tourist trap. You suckers! I’m not selling goods here so I have no need to sell
you on anything. There are indeed records of future events carved in stone by
the ancient Mayas and they’re filled with beauty, awe and wonder. Go research
it! Otherwise, nothing - your baboon arses are hanging out for the world to
see.
If you’re an Evangelical conservative wishing
for the world to end then you’ve got much in common with Satan worshipers.
It’s our job as adults, our birth right and
breath-of-life to go forth with hope, kindness and patience for a future full
of beauty and wonder: (Aren’t you
curiously intelligent-enough to wonder in awe as to what 7012 holds for
humanity?) It’s our given right by adulthood to be self-aware and
intelligent in the development of creating and producing happiness without
harming, manipulating, abusing, oppressing, cheating, stealing and lying to and
from others. Careful of those seven deadly sins they do tend to creep up and
bite.
Let’s become adults alongside the rest of our
contemporaries and get to work rather than pining for the end of the world like
some lost cause or a hopeless crush because that’s just a lazy approach to
paying taxes, making long term beautiful goals and building for a beautiful
future full of commitment to the betterment of all.
As a Maya Indiana, I’m here to tell you - no,
the world isn’t ending. The world is about to give birth while the Maya female
goddesses give us the gift of courage and insightfulness to look into the
center of the milky way and discover some truths about the secrets of our
galaxy. Women must let go of their shallow fears and insecurities and join the
human race towards the progressiveness of earth not the failure of it. If
you’ve given up as a woman, then it’s time to hope and to contribute beyond
your egos. Let’s go!
The next five thousand years is the era of
the Grandmothers and nothing will take that away from the records of history
because we all know perfectly well what happens when we erase our Grandmothers
from history; the world collapses and everything goes to hell in a hand basket.
Stop fearing death and old age. Our divine wills were made to endure the
ruggedness of such beauty. Don’t you know
the secrets of the universe(s)? What did you learn in public school? Not
much, I see. Well, this is the beginning
of a beautiful friendship.
Hang in there and open up your minds and your
souls because they’re one in the same just as the “two brains” are one in the
same. Your stomach and your brain are connected in more ways then you know. If
you don’t listen to your “stomach-brain” then you’re not listening to your cerebral
brain and vice versa. If one brain is off kilter then the other brain is also
off balance. If your “stomach-brain” is off then your cerebral brain is also
off and you’re not a whole human as you ought to be. Then, you’re soul is
incomplete and you know it, no one has to preach that to you nor sell you on
anything about your deepest fears, insecurities and oppressiveness surfacing to
the top like a bloated dead body floating amongst icicles in the Hudson River.
Let go and become adults ready to face yourselves,
responsibilities and challenges. You can’t be connected to the universes if the
“two-brains” are unbalanced. That’s why gluttony and liver dysfunction creates
chaos in your “cerebral-soul” functioning brains no matter how much of a “know-it-all”
one may come across as or how much one may pretend to have all the answers for
others.
If you don’t know what I’m writing about then
think about it because that’s how smart you are. Balance: you must acquire it
or you’ll perish without a thought, connection or contribution. Balance means
boundaries, kindness and truth first with yourself and then amongst others: Otherwise,
you’re entire existence is a lie and you’ll eventually shun your very own soul-existence
from its truth and then others will follow suite, because they, too, will sense
a lie no matter how well masked it may appear to be. Where there’s unbalance
there’s bound to be a lie hidden from view - follow your gut instincts and
don’t fall for someone else’s unbalanced lies just because they’re falling off
a cliff it doesn’t mean that you must also follow their lead. Stupid!
If anything this is the beginning of the next
5,000 years. Do you know what that means?
No, this is not a rebirth. This is a birth! We’re about to experience the birth
of humanity. This is a new beginning for life, ideas, freedoms,
responsibilities, developments, equalities and humanitarian change for the
human race to continue forth in balance, love and imagination.
Please become connected to your deepest
intellects, intuition and breathing. Please, don’t buy into “modern gurus” who sell
products online to brainwash you into thinking that they have all the answers
in life. Otherwise, you’ll cheat yourselves out of your very own lives by
listening to others rather than your deepest selves. You don’t need “gurus”; you need to learn to listen to yourselves
without getting bored with life.
You’re philosophical, ethical and moral gods, in your own rights, you know what
you ought to be doing and if you’re not then you continue to lie and to be
unbalanced, therefore you must behave as adults and nothing less than
that.
Knowledge and facts are the purest forms to
be connected to the divine will of your spirits and no one can unlock your
divine godly wills except yourselves. No, not even the church no matter how
much money you send to them. Come on! Live! Get your heads out of the sand and live
rather than pining for death and the end of the world. How silly is that! We’ve
got work to do, masterpieces to accomplish and get done because we’re about to
face the unlocking of secrets, treasures and growth as a global community.
However, we must first put our houses in order in this first year of
enlightenment as we know it now to be 2012.
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Shall we dance? How
about a Polka? Do you know how to Tango?
(I’ll teach you someday, if you’d like.
Rhetorically.)
Dear Iowa State;
Republican Voters;
Iowa Caucuses 2012:
Part I
I’ll not be writing to tell you as to who to
vote for because I’m not a politician and you’re fully grown adults; if
anything, please, vote.
I’ll be writing to you as any seasoned
veteran poet would through the means of modern prose. What else is there?
To vote is our greatest American Freedom and
Liberty as citizens.
Please try to remember, we’re not China,
Iraq, Israel, Iran, Mexico, North Korea, Greece and India. We’re America and
united we must stand because as history has taught us Rome did crumble and fall
into the ashes of history.
We’re Americans, damn it!
Now, I was educated as a Junior and Senior (transfer
student) (as well as first year advanced graduate studies) at the University of
Iowa (if that means anything to you Iowa folks).
Dear State of Iowa, I’m your daughter as I am
a daughter of Massachusetts. I write to you because you gave me the continued
gift of doing so. I became a writer because you believed that I could
therefore… here I am two decades later plugging away at the keyboard.
First, I chose, of my own accord (a little
over a decade ago) to attend the University of Iowa in Iowa City, Iowa because
I was promised that not only would I learn to write as a world renown writer
does throughout the progression of my writing career. Furthermore, that I would
learn to think on my own aside from the grandiose amounts of manipulation that
goes into making mass media, film and commercials as well as questioning the deep
pockets of the insincere, greedy and stupid. I double majored in Documentary
Film Studies Analysis and Comparative Literature, minored in Wet Photography
and Classical Poetry.
I studied every which way media can, does and
will manipulate humans into projecting favorable outcomes to any one motive, be
it buying into a product, an idea or a presidential candidate as we face one of
our most difficult decisions for our American future.
Second, I trust you Dear State of Iowa to
elect the best next Presidential candidate for the United States of America. In
doing so, as your daughter I only wish to give you a few thoughts to consider
as you prepare yourselves for the Iowa Caucuses 2012. I do this of my own
accord.
I don’t have people whispering in my ear as
to what I ought to write to you, nor am I bought because I’m one individual not
affiliated to any political party, campaign or agenda per say. I’m a woman who
as a professional independent filmmaker has travelled the Midwest extensively
for the past decade.
I see you, Iowa. I’ve witnessed your
suffering, the suffering of your children, the excruciating job losses, and the
lack of education, the need and the want for a better future. I see you our
beloved ones. I carry you everywhere I go.
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Part II
[Rick Perry:]
I ask you, State of Iowa, are you really going to vote for Rick Perry when
he can’t think his way out of a paper bag?
Will you really
trust a liar and will you be able to sleep at night knowing that Rick Perry is
trying to think as to how to spell W-H-I-T-E H-O-U-S-E. If Rick Perry is trying
to pull the wool over the Nation’s eyes then he is a liar because he’s not
smart enough to know what pulling the wool over one’s eyes, is.
Please, what must I write to convince you that Rick
Perry is not fit to be president of anything.
I have nothing more to say about Rick Perry.
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[Michele Bachmann:]
I ask you, State of Iowa, are you really going to vote for Michele Bachmann
when one of my dearest and longtime friends who lives in Bachmann’s district has
to walk her 15 year old son to and from school in fear of, in front of and pass
meth dealers every single day?
Do you know what that has done to my friend
and how it has changed and diminished her quality of life and her family’s,
especially in this housing market when it’s difficult to sell their home?
Tremendously! Dear Iowa friends are you really
going to put Michele Bachmann into office when so many of our children in Minnesota
suffer awful fates in Bachmann’s district due to meth use, trafficking and
soliciting? My dear friend’s-fate as a mother is one that you would never wish
upon your worst enemy and their children.
Dear State of Iowa, will you really trust Bachmann whose rhetoric is
one that desires to electrocute Mexicans at the border? Must we electrocute
humans into the 21st century to keep them out of our borders at a
time when there’s zero Mexicans coming into the United States and Mexicans are
leaving in droves, because they realized that The American Dream has turned to hatred against them.
Will you really
elect Bachmann whose “clinic
received nearly $30,000 from Minnesota government agencies between 2006 and
2010 in addition to at least $137,000 in federal payments and $24,000 in
government grants for counselor training”? As well as the confirmed usage of “Conversion
Therapy” against homosexuals? Really,
is this not the 21st century?
Will you really trust a liar and will you be able to sleep at night when you
know perfectly well that large pockets of children and their parents live in
fear of meth dealers in Michele Bachmann’s district?
Please, what must I write to convince you that
people whom I love suffer greatly in Michele Bachmann’s district?
I have nothing more to say about Michele
Bachmann.
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[Mitt Romney:]
I ask you State of Iowa, are you really going to vote for Mitt Romney whose
history of flip flopping on important issues, values and policies makes him a
weak presidential candidate for leadership?
Mitt Romney will say anything to get your
vote. He’ll even eat his young in front of you if he had to.
Any politician who becomes “Two-face” is not
only ready to be dismissed but has the potential to take the law into his own
hands because he has no respect or regard for the constitutional truth.
Plus, Mitt Romney’s rhetoric is one in which
he, too, also believes in building an electric fence across the entirety of the
American / Mexican border, thus electrocuting Mexicans in a horrific process. What’s
wrong with the Eastern Germany rhetoric
of our American Republican candidates? Do they really hate humanity so much?
Wake up! It’s a new century and we’ll have to deal with Mexican drug
trafficking as well as everything else that comes with bordering any Nation
without electrocuting people.
With all due respect to the Mormon Church and
Iowa, however, really are you going
to vote in a Mormon when the Mormon Church was started by Joseph Smith a well
known convicted felon for his work as a con-artist?
The Mormon Church is a religious foundation
that’s bound to collapse and fall. A weak foundation will always be weak and
not worth building upon. Being a member of the Mormon Church is no different
than saying you “LOVE” IKEA when IKEA’s founder was a Nazi recruiter. See, the
numbers just don’t add up.
Either you’re a Nazi or you’re not a Nazi but
you can’t be both. It’s the same as saying that “ ‘ you’re either a smoker or
you’re not a smoker ’ ”. See, simple. (IKEA's billionaire
founder Ingvar Kamprad was a member of the Swedish Nazi party). What a waste. Not a
company you’d want to brag about as a worker in any lifetime the same as in the
likes of a membership to the Mormon Church when their founder was a felon
con-artist Joseph Smith.
See, simple enough.
Either you believe in lies or you don’t.
You either believe in the truth or you
don’t.
Really, what will that say to our American children
about us in this day in age if we chose a presidential candidate who believes
in a church which was founded by a felon con-artist? Can you say, “Suckers”? “Suckers.”
Will it say that it’s alright for our presidential
candidate to have a harem in the White House if Mitt Romney were to be elected
and chose to do so? Why not? Mitt Romney has changed his mind about so many
policy issues why should the Americans trust him not to become a fully blown
polygamist if he were to be elected?
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I’ve been conned.
Within the past decade I was conned out of
two-hundred and ninety-seven thousand dollars. (I beg your pardon. The full
tally just came in.)
Iowa, you taught me to think on my own, so
here it is. You taught me well and I am a Republican Moderate / Conservative
Feminist. Therefore, I plea with you not to consider Mitt Romney for Mormon
president. Don’t be afraid. He’s only a human like the rest of us. The higher the pedestal the harder the fall…
Will you really trust a liar and will you be able to sleep at night knowing
that Mitt Romney may just give the Americans the middle finger and go to bed
with five other women during a potential term? Why not? It’s under his Mormon rights, isn’t it? Queer things happen to people when they seize power.
If Mitt Romney believes in a religion founded
by a con-artist then his entire rhetoric is a lie.
Mitt Romney is such a little weasel simply
because he’s flip flopped on so many issues it’s tough to say what he stands
for if anything at all. One thing is certain he’ll stand on his head just to
get your vote and that’s not enough to run a Nation.
What must I write to convince you that a wolf
in sheep’s clothes is most often seen as the most favorable contender because
you want to believe that shinny is good, when shinny is bad? We’re not crows.
Stay away from the pink punchbowl. Careful. I’m a daughter of Massachusetts and
I plea with you not to vote for Mitt Romney just because his wife says he’s got
a sense of humor. Creepy plastic people for professional politicians.
I
have nothing more to say about Mitt Romney.
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[Newt
Gingrich:]
I ask you State of Iowa, are you really going to vote for Newt Gingrich when it’s been said that
he’s been reportedly paid between $1.6 and $1.8 million from Freddie
Mac and Fannie Mae when Americans were losing their homes and going
homeless? Is that really the making of a leader that while our people lost
their homes he was banking from their miseries? Yikes.
Are
you really
going to take a serial adulterer into serious consideration for the next presidency?
What message will that send to our future children?
Newt
Gingrich is impulsive, rash and not able, nor willing to answer straight
questions about his involvements with Freddie Mac and Fannie
Mae. Gingrich’s lack of communication may not be trusted by anyone. Even if he
may love his creepy plastic-political wife indefinitely while the cameras are
rolling in their perfectly cemented hairdos beware that something is very wrong
with this professional political couple. They’d eat their young if they could
just as well if it meant your vote. Run!
Will you really trust a liar and will you be able to sleep at night knowing
that Newt Gingrich doesn’t
give a damn about the middle class.
Please, what must I write to convince you that Newt Gingrich’s actions spoke louder
than his words as it’s a proven fact with Freddie Mac and Fannie
Mae that he hates the middle class?
One
more note for those of you who’d like to legalize marijuana as much as I’d like
to see prostitution legalized, Newt Gingrich believes in throwing marijuana
users into jail and losing the key. What about heroin, cocaine and meth addicts
who are truly crazy, violent and dangerous? What about those crazy people
who’ve been allowed to infest our streets, neighborhoods and communities?
I have nothing more to say about Newt Gingrich.
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[Jon Huntsman:]
I ask you State of Iowa, are you really going to vote for Jon Huntsman
when our Chinese imports such as those of toys, dog food and other imports made
Americans gravely ill while Jon Huntsman was President Barack Obama’s
Ambassador to China (2009-2011)?
We
all know how that turned out, don’t we? Yes, indeed we do. Our toys, dog food
and other imported products from China (which are not inspected but resealed in
Iowa) are not thoroughly inspected for lack of Chinese food and drug administrative
regulations therefore imports arrive on our American shores ready to either
make us extremely ill and if not then to kill us and our dogs which we love as
much as our children. Toys, for crying out loud! Toys! Yikes!
Not
acceptable.
It
will not do.
It
cannot do.
To
allow for faulty products to enter our shores is no different than taking a gun
to one of our children and blowing their brains out. When did politicians start hating the
American public so much?
This
is something that I firmly stand upon because Jon Huntsman not only had all the
diplomacy, ability and power to do something about the well being and health of
Americans still yet up until this summer 2011 American’s were dealing with
shoddy and ill made products from China. Jon Huntsman can’t possibly be
qualified for presidential leadership if and during his reign as Ambassador to
China he could not conduct proper business in the best interest of the
American’s health, prosperity and poisoning of imports to our shores.
Jon
Huntsman, too, must hate the middle class. If it doesn’t say “Made in the
U.S.A.” then it’s not worth buying because Americans take great pride in not
poisoning the rest of the world into buying into our products. We’ve been
making great products for centuries because we believe in the latest
technologies, equipment and knowledge in how to industrialize the world into a
future worth living, working and sharing without killing those not on our
shores. We take great pride in who we are as Americans and as a tiny-little
consideration we ask the Chinese not to poison our young and our dogs with
their products.
Will you really trust a liar and will you be able to sleep at night knowing
that Jon Huntsman could have done more for the American public and their safety
while he was Ambassador to China?
Please, what must I write to convince you that Jon
Huntsman is indeed not qualified for leadership after dropping the ball on the
Americans with the Chinese. Jon Huntsman as a Chinese Ambassador had all the responsibility
in the world to keep the Americans from shoddy Chinese products and imports and
instead our people got poisoned and ill. What vulgarities.
Plus,
Jon Huntsman is a Mormon (anything could go) and pro-life.
As a
politician you can’t afford to be pro-life any longer in this day in age. The
world has passed you by. Women get to decide abortions not politicians.
Furthermore,
adoption is a form of slavery.
Adoption
is an abomination of a practice which will be abolished in the next century. Bummer
for you, don’t you know it? If you add a seal a pity to a business of buying
and selling humans then its charity but if you do it on the streets then its
human trafficking. What’s the difference? There isn’t one. Anytime, you buy a
human then it’s considered slavery, period. Why do you think adoptees hate
their adopted parents so much especially the ones who manipulate and abuse them
the most.
You
must not take a child away from their country of origin and heritage otherwise
you buy into everything that is the dehumanization of Eurocentric demeanor; that
which speaks volumes in saying that you’re better than therefore you can afford
to buy another human. Shame on you! The Gods will get you for that one.
Nope.
Don’t ever argue against this point. It’s no different than African American
and American Indian slavery no matter how much of a Florence Nightingale figure
you’d like to come across to the bridge ladies. The greatest form of racism and
slavery in contemporary times is adoption. Some day our future children will be
appalled of such practices as I am just as appalled.
Adopted
children are not your monkeys for you to prance about and show off while they
climb for a banana because they’ll do anything for food and you know it because
you’d like to submit another into being grateful for everything they’ve got
because without you they’d be in the gutter and that’s the truth and the
implication behind adoption to submit another into modern slavery is just that,
submission. Gross. The thought of Eurocentric slavery of modern adoption makes
my stomach turn as a free adult no longer an adoptee-slave forevermore.
I
have nothing more to say about Jon Huntsman and his plastic wife and enslaved
children.
P.S.
(You’re public figures and you got yourselves into politics, therefore, you
must be able to handle truths no matter how difficult they may be to your
fragile egos.)
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[Rick
Santorum:]
I ask you State of Iowa, are you really going to vote for Rick Santorum
when he continues to seek pity votes?
A politician is not a private citizen rather
they’re public figures. A politician is a something.
Being that politicians are in a plastic business then it’s not acceptable to go
around collecting pity votes because that’s not leadership that’s weakness.
The People want to know about policies,
issues and values. Otherwise, it’s neither here nor there. Anytime, that any
politician uses children to sell their political campaigns, agendas and
candidacies then they’re losers and there is nothing more to it, especially if
they use children of color. Careful.
Will
you really trust a liar and will you
be able to sleep at night knowing that Rick Santorum is not fit for leadership?
Come on! Americans! Think for yourselves. The Nation is moving forward with or
without you.
Please, what must I write to convince you that Rick
Santorum is not fit to be president along with the other candidates in his
ranks? The country can no longer afford to stay at status quo and we know that
none of it has worked out for the past 12 years.
A real politician doesn’t need his wife,
babes and racial children to sell his political campaign if he wants to be the
next President of the United States of America.
I
have nothing more to say about Rick Santorum.
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[Dr.
Ron Paul:]
I ask you State of Iowa, are you really going to vote for Dr. Ron Paul
when his newsletters dating as far back as 1995 contain racial observations in
rhetoric? Yes!
A newsletter under an individual doesn’t mean
that the individual is writing the newsletter especially when it comes to
politicians normally there’s a staff in place. (Duh! Everybody knows that! A
little fifth grade humor for you.)
I hope you do vote for Dr. Ron Paul, because
any intellectual will tell you that newsletters more often than not have a
staff of many who write under one headliner name which is used as the main representative.
Newsletters’ entire staff tend to write
articles and make it sound like the voice of the headliner. More often than not
the headliner of a newsletter doesn’t even look over the content because they
have a staff and an editor who do that type of work. I learned that at the
University of Iowa, Iowa City, Iowa. You taught me that Iowa! You taught me to
be an independent free thinker.
First, Dr. Ron Paul has admitted quite openly
on National broadcast Television that he didn’t write or state racially made
observations in content at the time of such newsletter publications. Leave it
at that.
Dr. Ron Paul had as many as ten staff writers
at that time attending to the newsletter and didn’t make it his responsibility
to review the content of his newsletters nor did he really have to - if you
have a staff for such a job, then you leave them to it, no matter what the
outcome, it’s the staff’s undertaking. It’s a shame that Dr. Ron Paul’s name
was used as a trash can and that his staffs’ personal political rhetoric was
used in pursuit of personal gain.
You don’t actually believe that a politician
writes his own newsletters each month or so, do you? That would be much too gullible on your end.
Yes, yes please vote for Dr. Ron Paul because
he is a truly experienced and seasoned politician and a man who’s delivered
4,000 babies into this world and thus Dr. Ron Paul knows a thing or two about
how precious life truly is especially for a politician who doesn’t have to
bring out his wife, children and black neighborhood kids to rally around him.
Dr. Ron Paul is a man who can and does stand on
his own without gimmicks.
Isn’t that what we’ve been waiting for all along? Why back down now? We’ve
been waiting for Dr. Ron Paul to come around for the past 60 years. What are you so afraid of that you’ll miss out
on being lied to? Come on, Iowa! You taught me to think so now I challenge
you when it matters most.
Here is Dr. Ron Paul, the face of change and
will we deny him because of the stupidity of others’ campaigns and their hate
rhetoric towards him. The other politicians are quaking in their boots at the
strength and intelligence that is Dr. Ron Paul. Go, lick ‘em boys! Go get ‘em
and bring home Dr. Ron Paul as a victory. Bring Dr. Ron Paul to home base so that
we can all have a picnic lunch of industrialization, commerce and a widespread
of wealth with peanut butter and jelly on top.
Listen, reform must take place in this great
Nation of ours so that you, your children as well as brave hardworking
Americans won’t continue to suffer as we have for the past 12 years.
Dear Iowa, Do you understand what I’m directly writing to you? I’m teaching
you to think outside the box as you taught me to do so as a youngster in my
early twenties. You challenged me because you knew that I could be challenged
so now it’s your turn. I write to you from a place of love, patience and
strength. I write to you with a poet’s soul and breath because you gave me that
as an everlasting gift.
Politicians are a dime a dozen but a Dr. Ron
Paul is a gift from the Gods (in Mayan terms) only to be seen every few blue
moons.
Dear Iowa, will you pass up this opportunity to create some quite
necessary and serious change that ought to have occurred sixty years ago? What’s the worst that could happen?
Are you afraid that Dr. Ron Paul can and will have the intelligence and
the power to put us back to work? Silly,
rabbit. Are you afraid of work? Have you forgotten what it’s like to work?
Think about what you want for future Americans. Because if anyone can put this
great Nation of ours back to work it’s Dr. Ron Paul. We’re talking about a
rather, intelligent, straightforward, economic-savvy man and yes soft spoken who
can radically get our greedy paw snatching congress to move along. Dr. Ron Paul
is a man who is obviously quietly powerful and tremendously much needed when it
comes to his Forefather’s ideas. It can’t be any worse than two Bushes and one
Obama administration can it? Nope.
I can think of a thousand great reasons why
Iowa and New Hampshire ought to consider voting for Dr. Ron Paul in the Caucus
2012. I’ve given it three years of research and serious consideration. I’m
tired of hearing the stories of homeless and rather hungry youth. Please, if I
must pray as a woman then so be it. No, no, sincerely have no pity or envy for
me; I’m willfully strong. I’m made from bull’s muscle tissue and balls. I can
pull my own weight as so can Dr. Ron Paul.
Now, there’s nothing to be found in Dr. Ron
Paul’s record so it’s easy to go for his throat because the man is truly
squeaky clean in a Mickey Mouse sort of way and what’s there not to love about Mickey Mouse? When I think about Dr.
Ron Paul I think of our lovely and wonderful Mickey Mouse.
Second, yes, we must come back to the center
of ourselves and regroup after an eight year and eight month war in Iraq. The
last thing we need is sticking our noses into an Israeli war with Iran and
getting blown up by the rest of the Middle East. We, as Americans must come
back home. If, the term to "isolate" is too frightful for you then
try “Chinese poisoned products, imports and goods”, “Iran / Israel War”,
“Middle East War”, “World War III”. Don’t you get it! The last thing America
needs is to go off meandering across the vast ocean and into the Middle East
like idiots. The Middle East has been at Holy War for thousands of years and
it’s not our war to fight as Vietnam was simply not our war to fight either.
It’s not foolish to get a fresh breath of American
air. American must stop taking care of the rest of the world because simply in
layman’s terms our country does poorly because our resources have been stretched-out,
depleted and lost. Many of our children can’t read beyond a third grade reading
level. If that isn’t detrimental and scary to you then I don’t know what is? The
past 12 years have proven that American education, infrastructure and commerce
have not been important to our leaders for presidents. So what’s it going to
take for you to have an open mind about Dr. Ron Paul? What will it take for you
to trust Dr. Ron Paul? What will it take for you to let freedom and liberty
prosper once more on our shores?
If, indeed Dr. Ron Paul is a bigot then I
promise you America that I’ll be the first female Maya literary warrior of this
century to metaphorically cut out his throat and eat his heart while blood’s
still pumping and signals are still registering into his brain that someone is
eating out his heart while his dying. Do you understand the seriousness in my
poetic implications?
If indeed, Dr. Ron Paul is a bigot then I’ll
declare metaphorical war on this man in the likeness of the 1932 El Salvadorian
peasant uprising when our Mayan warriors alongside our brothers and sisters of
the Native Pipil people were slaughtered “La Matanza” (the massacre) on the
days of February 1932 as peasants rose against Salvadorian President Martinez. Long
live Mario Zapata! My people of Salvadorian Mayan blood have fought for those
jungle mountains well before the Spanish conquistadores knew how to bathe their
rear ends. (El
Salvador's origins of human civilization date back to the Pipil people of
Cuzcatlán, which means The Place of
Precious Diamonds and Jewels. Wikipedia).
Sincerely,
Mrs. Gabriela Estrada de la Holm
P.S. Welcome to the next 5,000 years! We’ll
be happy because now that we’ve slaughtered, murdered and starved so many in
history, we finally hold a recipe for success: truth and kindness which leads
to happiness.
January 2, 2012
“The possibilities are numerous once we decide to act and not
react.” -
George Bernard Shaw
“The
power of accurate observation is commonly called cynicism by those who have not
got it.” - George Bernard Shaw
Happy Monday!
Aloha, indeed.
Happy year of the Maya and our philosophical,
astronomical year of kindness.
Hip! Hip! Hooray! Not all the Maya were
slaughtered and we’re here to witness this new profound beginning to the next
5,000 years of intellectual development, humanitarian justice and poetic
strength.