Monday, December 29, 2008
Monday, December 22, 2008
I've started writing little "poems" of these special things. And what I find so neat about them, is that the specific person will know exactly what those seemingly random words refer to!
Five examples for five of my friends (although there are so many more "poems" I could write!):
Guanche. Black Rocks.
Chaos and order.
Gypsies and Chickens.
A sunsety dance.
Strumming in blue.
Kidnappers and syrup.
"Ancient" photos. Friendship revived.
Mrs. Clause invades Starbucks.
Dancing. Flips and twirls.
New Years. Sparkle!
New Zealand. Alaska.
Terschelling then Spain.
Java and Candice.
Mischief in Spanish.
But blonde is the best.
Community to University.
Just 5 days apart
Cowboys and Indians.
Donkey pen games.
Mud fights. Fist fights.
Gawain. Gwendolena. Fiona and Robin.
Dragons and maypoles. 300 miles.
Saturday, December 20, 2008
Yesterday was Freemont's Highschool Youth Group's annual broomball game....on ice. Highlights included:
- Getting to experience what a Patti-Mobile really is (i.e. 50mph turns on a 25mph sharp turn, shouting directions from the backseat, listening to jazz/rap/Christmas/talk-radio/cellphones/freshmen's chatter/etc...)
- Arriving at the ghetto ice-rink and FREEZING TO DEATH listening to the rules of the game
- Discovering how fun it is to be *super* competitive, while swinging hockey sticks and running after a 6" rubber ball, in sneakers, on ice.
- Flying over Chad after he decides to wipeout inches in front of me. Athletes have been decorated for less-than-epic feats.
- Getting beaned by hockey sticks in the head and shin (yes, I've got a beautiful sore bruise now) - but I beaned the ball a whole lot harder!!
- Playing against Sara. Sisterly competition is a blast...and slamming into each other at high speeds with no possible way to slow down is actually kinda fun. (I probably sound like some football addict at this point...)
- Free hot chocolate and doughnuts afterwards at the church
One of the not-so-fun parts was discovering that running full speed and breathing less-than-32-degree air is NOT good for my lungs....and hence had a full blown asthma attack right in the middle of the game. Competition won, however, and after a couple puffs on my InstaLife (i.e. inhaler) I decided to get right back into the intensity of the game. Well, while my team did win at first, and while the girls did tie, and while we ::nearly:: did win the last game - I suffered one of the worst asthma attacks I've had in years. And it wouldn't.go.away. Instead, my heart began to enjoy the competition and raced at a worrisome 26 beats per 10 seconds.
Sooo, we headed home, sat in front of the blazing, glowing, delicious fire and Sara, Ryan, Mark, Marcel and Chad swapped stories while I concentrated on just breathing. Duo practice was canceled and we watched 101 Dalmatians instead.
I haven't watched that movie in eons!! Goodness, I forget how great those old Disney movies are....so fun!
I found out later I actually slept through half of it though.
- Got the nicest e-mail I've gotten in a long time
- Became the official Mrs. Santa Clause for the tea shop and read to 20+ fascinated children
- Let little girls touch my Mrs. C buttons, hold my gloved hand and touch my hair with quiet awe
- Answered questions about what Santa does and doesn't like to eat
- Promptly clarified that Rudolph's nose is NOT red because he got beaten up by Dasher
- Went to Starbucks with an old, old friend...that I just met
Friday, December 19, 2008
- Making yummy brownies (Yes! Risa cooked!)
- Looking at carefully strung, twinkling Christmas lights
- Thrift store shopping!
- Registering for new classes for Spring
- Building a fire and thawing in it's blazing warmth
- Wonderful friends
- Happy Christmas music
- Intense speech and debate
- Driving around a holiday-ish city
- Hot chocolate and cider galore!
- I'm sure there's a whole lot more....life can be wonderfully mysterious sometimes.
Wednesday, December 17, 2008
and then, of course, my golden glass of beer.
Thursday, December 11, 2008
* Reason for much debate
* Basis for controversial decisions
* A daunting read
* Written by brilliant men in funny white wigs
The U.S. Constitution Workbook -
* Necessary tool for the PoliSci Final on Monday
* Reason for many late night discussions/arguments/debates
* Incentive for the purhcase of eggnog, hot chocolate and butterscotch
* Inspired the discovery, "I don't have the right NOT to talk!"
* Cause of awesome laughing-fits at Starbucks
Monday, December 8, 2008
As I begin typing into the little search box, it displays 10-12 common search-words it thinks are relevant to my research - and this morning I found its "help" a bit more ammusing than usual. The follow list is a result of Google's help with my search "Why does the WTO want U.S. Cash Aid?":
Why does my eye twitch?
Thursday, December 4, 2008
quitame el aire, pero -- take the air from me, but
no me quites tu risa. -- do not take from me your laughter.
No me quites la rosa, -- Do not take away the rose,
la lanza que desgranas, -- the lanceflower that you pluck
el agua que de pronto -- the water that suddenly
estalla en tu alegria, -- bursts forth in your joy
la repentina ola -- the sudden wave
de plata que te nace. -- of silver born in you.
Mi lucha es dura y vuelvo -- My struggle is harsh and I come back
con los ojos cansados -- with eyes tired
a veces de haver visto -- at times from having seen
la tierra que no cambia, -- the unchanging earth,
pero al entrar tu risa -- but when your laughter enters
sube al cielo buscandome -- it rises to the sky seeking me
y abre para mi todas -- and it opens for me all
las puertas de la vida -- the doors of life.
Amor mio, en la hora -- My love, in the darkest
mas oscura desgrana -- hour your laughter
tu risa, y si de pronto -- opens, and if suddenly
ves que mi sangre mancha -- you see my blood staining
las piedras de la calle, -- the stones of the street,
rie, porque tu risa laugh, -- because your laughter
sera para mis manos -- will be for my hands
como una espada fresca. -- like a fresh sword.
Junto al mar en otono -- Next to the sea in the autumn,
tu risa debe alzar -- your laughter must raise
su cascada de espuma, -- its foamy cascade
y en primavera, amor, -- and in the spring, love,
quiero tu risa como -- I want your laughter like
la flor que yo esperaba, -- the flower I was waiting for,
la flor azul, la rosa -- the blue flower, the rose
de mi patria sonora. -- of my echoing country.
Riete de la noche, -- Laugh at the night,
del dia, de la luna -- at the day, at the moon,
riete de las calles -- laugh at the twisted
torcidas de la isla, -- streets of the island,
riete de este torpe -- laugh at this clumsy
muchacho que te quiere, -- boy who loves you,
pero cuando yo abro -- but when I open
los ojos y los cierro, -- my eyes and close them,
cuando mis pasos van, -- when my steps go,
cuando vuelven mis pasos, -- and when my steps return,
niegame el pan, el aire, -- deny me bread, air
la luz, la primavera, -- light, spring
pero tu risa nunca -- but never your laughter
porque me moriria. -- for I would die.
Monday, November 24, 2008
Interesting how you can have a homeless persons' makeshift hut on one side of the American river, and a manicured golf course on the other.
Interesting how Christmas music begins the second week of November, yet the actual meaning of Christmas is considered "politically incorrect."
Interesting how we vote to protect chicken's rights, while unborn children are legally murdered.
Interesting how So. Cali is home to palm trees and millionaires, and desperate illegal aliens dying in the desert.
Interesting how we live in the Land of the Free, yet "One Nation Under God" and the Bible are prohibited.
Interesting how we value the Freedom of Speech, yet thou shalt not speak against homosexuality on campus.
Interesting how we consider ourselves a "Christian" nation, yet our top Box Office hits are ones promoting violence, infidelity and immorality.
Interesting that we are "fired up" on Sunday morning, yet forget all about it once we pick up the comics.
Interesting that we worship a God of love, yet we find imperfections in those around us.
Interesting that we find peace in His forgiveness and grace, yet are too judgmental to extend that ourselves.
Interesting that we pray we can be a light, yet when we have the opportunity, are too ashamed or "busy" to shine.
Interesting that we find these examples troubling, yet we do nothing about them.
What are you going to do about it? What am I going to do about it? Simply finding it interesting will definitely not suffice.
Wednesday, November 19, 2008
Someone to love with my life in their hands.
There's gotta be sombeody for me like that.
'Cause nobody wants to go it on their own
And everyone wants to know they're not alone.
Somebody else that feels the same somewhere
There's gotta be somebody for me out there.
You can't give up!
When you're looking for a diamond in the rough
Because you never know when it shows up
Make sure you're holdin' on
'Cause it could be the one, the one you're waiting for.
Tuesday, November 18, 2008
Monday, November 17, 2008
Good things that happened this week:
- Discovered a new branch of debate theory
- My duo made Mrs. Wheeler cry
- Got an $80 tip
- Rocked out to Mendelssohn and Beethoven at choir rehearsal
- Experienced the excitement of new apologetics students
- Watched "Dancing with the Stars" - and loved it
- Discovered the miracle of communication
- Watched "The Diving Bell and the Butterfly" and had an attitude adjustment
- Found out about a trip-of-a-lifetime!
- Becamse the State Librarian for the Interpretation and Education Division
- Official guitar calluses
- Found three new all-time favorite songs
Good things that are going to happen this week:
- Finish blocking that awesome duo
- Work like crazy
- Research debate like crazy
- Go to a tournament and realize how much evidence I don't have
- Get to watch "Dancing with the Stars"
- PoliSci MIDTERM
- Get paid! Boo-yah!
- My archaeologist friend, John F. will be on National Geographic tomorrow featuring Captain Kidd's sunken shipwreck in the Dominican Republic. Can we say "super-cool"??
Thursday, November 13, 2008
Isn't it beautiful? Quietly tucked away in a back street of Galdar, Gran Canaria, I couldn't pass it by
A Spanish door to silent timelessness (okay, this one's a window...)
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
All centipedes are alien spies.
Drinking fountains are the source of all evil and cause global warming.
If you fight the Force, it only get's stronger. It's not use, we're all gonna die.
Monday, November 10, 2008
According to modeling standards, I am a heavyweight.
According to 1908, I am an old maid.
According to 2008, I am in the prime of life.
According to ARC standards, I am fluent.
According to actual Spaniards, I am definitely not.
According to some, I am a dreamer.
According to others, I am ambitious.
According to Google, I am the Religion In South Asia.
According to the Spanish Dictionary, I am Laughter.
According to the Census, I am Irish-German.
According to my lineage, I am Cuban.
According to some, I am scandalous.
According to some, I am conservative.
According to optometrists and the DMV, I am legally blind.
According to the blind, I can see.
According to certain debate ballots, I am victorious.
According to certain debate ballots, I am not.
According to many, I am morbidly strange.
According to Vicki, I am awesome.
There's a beauty in relativity. There's a freedom, a glorious independence from the judgements and labels of man. It all depends on the point of view.
According to God, I am His. And I am perfect.
Sunday, November 2, 2008
Lord, may my hands never by clammy with unuse. May they be callused and worn with Your work. Blisters hurt, a lot, but they serve to toughen so that we may be an "approved workman", able to do the job (whatever it may be) effectively.
I want some spiritual blisters. Strech me. Mold me. Break me.
May my hands be very worn and very callused.
Monday, October 27, 2008
My life is brilliant, my love is pure
I saw an angel of that I'm sure
She smiled at me on the subway
She was with another man
But I won't lose no sleep on that
'Cause I've got a plan
You're beautiful, it's true
I saw your face in a crowded place
And I don't know what to do
'Cause I'll never be with you
Yes, she caught my eye
As we walked on by
She could see from my face that
I was flying high
And I don't think that I'll see her again
But we shared a moment that will last 'till the end
You're beautiful, you're beautiful
You're beautiful, it's true
I saw your face in a crowded place
And I don't know what to do
'Cause I'll never be with you
You're beautiful, it's true
There must be an angel with a smile on her face
When she thought up that I should be with you
But it's time to face the truth
I will never be with you
Wednesday, October 22, 2008
So true. Comically true. Ironically true - especially when you really need it to work!
Cyrano thinking last night.
Style-Guide thinking at work.
Political Science thinking tonight.
Speech night thinking tomorrow. Must.write.OO.first. Ahhh!
Debate thinking every day.
Debate intensive-study thinking on Saturday.
SAT-prep thinking every day.
Emotional thinking. Futuristic thinking. Happy thinking. Confused thinking. Thinking with friends. Thinking alone. Thinking outloud. Frustrated thinking. Excited thinking. Thinking thinking.
New thoughts. Strange thoughts. Interesting thoughts. Thinking thoughtful thoughts.
Isn't that what life is? One big journey of thoughts?
Monday, October 20, 2008
1. Shun and avoid the employment of unnecessary, excess extra words.
2. Make certain all sentences are full and complete. If possible.
3. Avoid cliches like the plague.
4. Take pain's to spell and, punctuate correctly.
5. BE consistent.
6. Don't approximate. Always be more or less precise.
7. Avoid pointless repetition, and don't repeat yourself unnecessarily.
8. Don't use no double negatives.
9. Don't never use no triple negatives.
10. All generalizations are bad.
11. Take care that your verb and subject is in agreement.
12. A preposition is a bad thing to end a sentence with.
13. Don't use commas, which aren't necessary.
14. "Avoid overuse of 'quotation' marks."
15. And't don't start a sentence with a conjunction.
16. Reserve the apostrophe for it's proper use and omit it when its not necessary.
17. Avoid run-on sentences they are hard to read.
18. Proofread carefully to see if you any words out.
19. Never use that totally cool, radically croovy out-of-date slang.
20. Avoid those long sentences that just go on, and on, they never stop, they just keep rambling, and you really wish the person would just shut up, but no, they just keep on going, they're worse than the Energizer Bunny, they babble incessantly, and these sentences, they just never stop.
-Captain Gaspar de Portolo, August 2, 1769
Tuesday, October 14, 2008
Monday, October 13, 2008
Saturday, October 11, 2008
Wednesday, October 8, 2008
The day's findings: A beautiful piece of evidence....from tomorrow!