Sometimes when I'm writing, I run across stuff I obviously can't use, but that I love too much not to share. I'm writing a guide for Latin tattoos. Here are some Latin tattoo fails. Much thanks to J. Harker for compiling this.
Miss Loosha
So, this year, I had the pleasure of serving on a team with one Miss Lucia M. She was the model team leader this year in the way that she never let on to those of us she was leading what was going on in her personal life. She played her cards very close to her chest, and, even when we did catch wind of things, she still maintained her distance. As a leader should and must. So, I respect her for that.
But, now that the year is done, it's time to tell secrets. Well, not secrets, but it is certainly time to hang out.
Lucia (or as I affectionately call her, Loosha) went to LACMA today where we did the tour of the American and Latin American art wings. Now, those are not my typical areas, but I'm glad she made me go. In the Latin American wing, there's this huge mural based off of the 1965 Watts riots that is both amazing and full of this beautiful rage and violence. Gah, it was wonderful. I was so excited to be there. I felt inspired just walking through there...got me re-excited about life and starting new projects.
Then, we went to one of my new favorite places in Los Angeles: Psychobabble, this coffee shop in Los Feliz near Rene's favorite restaurant. So, reclining in our matching red wingback chair, I sipping a cafe cocoa while she nibbled a cookie, I was regaled with stories from the life of an aloof team leader. It was fascinating, but in the interest of privacy and not telling everything I know, you'll have to wait for the book version before this story gets told.
Suffice it to say, I had a good evening. I called Rene and woke him up, we chatted for a bit and he went to bed.
My style guide for one of my websites is against the Oxford comma. I am personally for it but now I fear that I'm going to start leaving it out because I'm used to ignoring it, much to the shame of Ms. Carter, my fifth grade English Language Arts teacher.
Sour Patch Kids are my crack.
Getting up and going to the gym is rocking my world this week. I should have done it all year. Granted, that would have required getting up at 4:30 AM. Maybe it wouldn't have been worth it after all.
Catie has called me three times in two days. It's like the old days in communication about everything, and I'm loving it. Communication with the outside LA world is an unexpected boon of the self-employed life.
But, now that the year is done, it's time to tell secrets. Well, not secrets, but it is certainly time to hang out.
Lucia (or as I affectionately call her, Loosha) went to LACMA today where we did the tour of the American and Latin American art wings. Now, those are not my typical areas, but I'm glad she made me go. In the Latin American wing, there's this huge mural based off of the 1965 Watts riots that is both amazing and full of this beautiful rage and violence. Gah, it was wonderful. I was so excited to be there. I felt inspired just walking through there...got me re-excited about life and starting new projects.
Then, we went to one of my new favorite places in Los Angeles: Psychobabble, this coffee shop in Los Feliz near Rene's favorite restaurant. So, reclining in our matching red wingback chair, I sipping a cafe cocoa while she nibbled a cookie, I was regaled with stories from the life of an aloof team leader. It was fascinating, but in the interest of privacy and not telling everything I know, you'll have to wait for the book version before this story gets told.
Suffice it to say, I had a good evening. I called Rene and woke him up, we chatted for a bit and he went to bed.
My style guide for one of my websites is against the Oxford comma. I am personally for it but now I fear that I'm going to start leaving it out because I'm used to ignoring it, much to the shame of Ms. Carter, my fifth grade English Language Arts teacher.
Sour Patch Kids are my crack.
Getting up and going to the gym is rocking my world this week. I should have done it all year. Granted, that would have required getting up at 4:30 AM. Maybe it wouldn't have been worth it after all.
Catie has called me three times in two days. It's like the old days in communication about everything, and I'm loving it. Communication with the outside LA world is an unexpected boon of the self-employed life.
Gems TV
Gems TV filed for bankruptcy in April and no one told me!
I will never play the game again. Today, is truly a day of sadness.
See previous postings for how much I loved Gems TV.
I will never play the game again. Today, is truly a day of sadness.
See previous postings for how much I loved Gems TV.
Happiness
I was talking to Catie on the phone today, and she said that she recently realized that we are never going to be happier at any time in our lives than when we are five years old. I thought about it for an instant, and she started providing me with a litany of reasons (which sadly, I cannot remember all of). I thought that today I would share a few reasons why everyone is happier at 5 than later on in life:
-A popsicle is the most epically awesome thing in your life.
-If someone isn't being nice to you, an adult will step in and mediate.
-Everyone has to be everyone's friend. If they're not, once again, an adult will step in and mediate.
-You can take a nap every afternoon.
-You still think that you can grow up to be a dinosaur and an astronaut. At the same time.
-You still think that you can grow up and someone will love you without you having to change anything about yourself.
-The only people's who love you need is your parents.
I mean, let's face it, there are probably a ton more reasons (and I support your contributions in the comment section of this post). However, I will add a Rene corollary: Just because five years old is the happiest time of your life doesn't mean that there isn't happiness at other times. It is just that happiness is highest and most concentrated over the longest period when you're small.
-A popsicle is the most epically awesome thing in your life.
-If someone isn't being nice to you, an adult will step in and mediate.
-Everyone has to be everyone's friend. If they're not, once again, an adult will step in and mediate.
-You can take a nap every afternoon.
-You still think that you can grow up to be a dinosaur and an astronaut. At the same time.
-You still think that you can grow up and someone will love you without you having to change anything about yourself.
-The only people's who love you need is your parents.
I mean, let's face it, there are probably a ton more reasons (and I support your contributions in the comment section of this post). However, I will add a Rene corollary: Just because five years old is the happiest time of your life doesn't mean that there isn't happiness at other times. It is just that happiness is highest and most concentrated over the longest period when you're small.
After Father's Day
Bless me father, for I have sinned. It has been over a month since my last blog entry. In that time, I have lived life. I have kissed a boy and fallen more in love. I have been to Disneyland, and I rode the Small World ride, much to my chagrin. I have finished a year of service. I have cried when I realized I would never see any of my children again, and I truly regret that I don't have more pictures.
Enough with that. So, I've started freelancing again now that I'm done working with City Year. It was a...run...but I'm glad to be done with it for now. I don't really have negative feelings about the year, but I do know that it is WAY too close right now for me to think anything honest and serious about it. So, instead of talking about that, I'm going to talk about something else.
(Insert obligatory promise that I will post a lot more often on here. I'm not going to make any promises. We'll just see how it goes.)
I just wanted to jot something really quick that I've been thinking for a while. This must have happened a month ago now, though it could have been just a few weeks ago. Anywho, I was talking to my dad, and he asked after my boyfriend, Rene, and I told him about some small thing that had happened, and he expressed his interest and we moved on to something else.
I know that this is such a small moment, but, really, it was hugely important to me. See, I realized in that moment that, for possibly years, I had been lying to people. People ask me how my parents deal with me being gay, I tell them that my mom is totally okay with it and that we're really close friends. And I tell them that my dad is totally in my corner and just wants me to be happy, but that he doesn't want to talk about it. I mean, he's a good-ol'-boy, and that's just not something that's a part of that world.
I haven't dated anyone that I've really cared for in a while. And I just never bring it up to my dad. I thought that he would be too uncomfortable to talk about it. But, I guess that it's really that I was too scared to bring it up. Not that he would say anything...he would never be negative, but maybe it would be cold or awkward or put distance between us. But that was stupidity on my part. He really, truly and honestly, just wants the best for me. And that's totally awesome. He likes me completely for who I am from his reclined perch in his recliner, absorbing vast quantities of the History Channel and ESPN.
You see, my dad's amazing. And it doesn't matter if my dad can beat up your dad. If you or your dad say anything about either of us, I'll poison your food. A vague disclaimer is no one's friend. So, until next time.
Enough with that. So, I've started freelancing again now that I'm done working with City Year. It was a...run...but I'm glad to be done with it for now. I don't really have negative feelings about the year, but I do know that it is WAY too close right now for me to think anything honest and serious about it. So, instead of talking about that, I'm going to talk about something else.
(Insert obligatory promise that I will post a lot more often on here. I'm not going to make any promises. We'll just see how it goes.)
I just wanted to jot something really quick that I've been thinking for a while. This must have happened a month ago now, though it could have been just a few weeks ago. Anywho, I was talking to my dad, and he asked after my boyfriend, Rene, and I told him about some small thing that had happened, and he expressed his interest and we moved on to something else.
I know that this is such a small moment, but, really, it was hugely important to me. See, I realized in that moment that, for possibly years, I had been lying to people. People ask me how my parents deal with me being gay, I tell them that my mom is totally okay with it and that we're really close friends. And I tell them that my dad is totally in my corner and just wants me to be happy, but that he doesn't want to talk about it. I mean, he's a good-ol'-boy, and that's just not something that's a part of that world.
I haven't dated anyone that I've really cared for in a while. And I just never bring it up to my dad. I thought that he would be too uncomfortable to talk about it. But, I guess that it's really that I was too scared to bring it up. Not that he would say anything...he would never be negative, but maybe it would be cold or awkward or put distance between us. But that was stupidity on my part. He really, truly and honestly, just wants the best for me. And that's totally awesome. He likes me completely for who I am from his reclined perch in his recliner, absorbing vast quantities of the History Channel and ESPN.
You see, my dad's amazing. And it doesn't matter if my dad can beat up your dad. If you or your dad say anything about either of us, I'll poison your food. A vague disclaimer is no one's friend. So, until next time.
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