Sunday, December 31, 2006

2007



Cannot mention 2007 without going back to 2006. '06 was a decent year at a personal level, which only increases the chances of 2007 being better.
I would go into depth and detail but there is a lot to set for tonight. It will be Wilderness Extravaganza 2007 at Lysania's house. We haven't stopped since Christmas and I just want it to be over with and die.

Anyways, although more tired than happy at this particular moment, I still want to say to all of you boys and girls... May you have the opportunity to work towards your goals and the realization of achieving them. I wish on you blessings and lots of love.

Thursday, December 28, 2006

Straight from the imagination of a 9 year old that refuses to leave


Yesterday, 6:00 PM.
Sweats, checked
Cell phone, checked
Route, sort of checked

General Plan of Action... get to know your subdivision.
I've been staying over at Lysania and Eduardo's for almost a week now. House is gorgeous, we are all having fun. There is one thing though, with all the run around for the holidays, we had let our exercise program sorta go to waste...Lysania can let go of it at any time, (after all, she jogs out of sympathy) but as far as I'm concerned, if I really want to make it through with the 30 pounds in sixty days I need to stick to it.

There is a reason why my little check list didnt include music of any sorts. We were about to go jogging around strange territory, and eyes and ears need to be open. My family tends to choose beautiful, yet wild places to live. For instance Lysania's is the only house in the block,(I'm talking New York size blocks here) and there are but 10 houses or so in the subdivision. With the market demand declining for new properties, it will be left that way for a while.

On my first entry about the house, I mentioned there were bunnies hopping in their yard... where there are bunnies there is also deer, possums, armadillos and the ocassional panther, which we havent met yet.

Well, going back on track... Lysania was sort of lazy about running around in what felt like 55 degrees and left me on my own. I got all on athlete mood and started doing sets of brisk walks in 15 minute intervals without even noticing that the sun was setting fast. To make the story short I found myself 15 minutes away from the house in almost total darkness. That's alright, after all , is not like there is something HOWLING MAD from the other side of the barely erected plastic fence protecting the area in which there is no construction yet. Oh wait... THERE IS.

Okay my dear, stop thinking about how ironic or perhaps ridiculous it might seem to an observer that you are wearing a red tracking suit with a nice little hood and concentrate on getting there....

*Dingos usually eat babies and as far as I know they are from Australia

*Rabid dogs are not an option, I mean, I haven't even seen a stray dog since I moved to Florida (I should make a clever restaurant joke here, but I'll pass)

Where was I getting with all of this, Where, Were, of course, it must be a werewolf!Don't be ridiculous, don't let this notion get under your skin... SKINWALKERS a la WOLFEN... DARN IT, LYSANIA, I bet you didn't ckeck the fine print that said your house is built on holy native ground AHHHHHHHHHHHHH

Good news is I proved that I can run at a decent pace. Better news is to find that one of the neighbors has an Alaskan Malamute. Okay people, I'll keep with the routine, no more excuses.

Wednesday, December 27, 2006

Courtesy of Yahoo and AP

I don't think anyone should feed us with their perception of what we should or not like when it comes to movies... after all I (Gasp!) loved The Fountain :) but this list is sooo on the light side that I'll stick to most of it with added commentary

LOS ANGELES - Leave the Academy Awards' to the important movies in the serious categories. Here are a few bests (and worsts) that, regardless of the quality of the films in which they occurred, are much more fun:

Best fight/chase scene: The opening of "Casino Royale." Yep, I still sweat thinking about that one

Best car chase: "Deja Vu." I'll stick to the French Connection until I see this

Best naked wrestling match: "Borat" That is not fair, I guess this was THE ONLY one this year, but funny as hell

Most ill-advised reprise of an iconic role: Tie between
Sharon Stone' "Basic Instinct 2," and Sylvester Stallone' "Rocky Balboa." More to Stone than to Stallone, people should know when to retire. It could be worse though, they could have remade "The Specialist" together

Most incomprehensible Southern drawl: Sean Penn "All the King's Men." I don't waste my time with remakes, so there's not much to say about this, except that Penn sorts of drawls in any accent

Best cleavage: Penelope Cruz "Volver." She will ride the cleavage into the Academy Awards, I bet ya

Best kiss: Kate Winslet and Patrick Wilson on the playground in "Little Children." Have to See this one


Best sex scene: The entire opening sequence of "Shortbus" — because they're really doing it. No theater in at least a 100 miles was playing it


Best self-introduction: "I am Al Gore I used to be the next president of the United States of America," from "An Inconvenient Truth." Old joke, still funny... I'm in Florida, remember?


Most needless sequel: Tie between "Big Momma's House 2" and "Jackass 2." ARRRRRRRGH


Lamest horror remake: Tie between "The Omen" and "When a Stranger Calls." This is the reason why I swore off remakes, stupid little new Damien


Biggest waste of Scarlett Johansson' name "A Good Woman."


Best use of Lindsay Lohan' name "A Prairie Home Companion."


Best actor playing a gay, suicidal Proust scholar: Steve Carell in "Little Miss Sunshine." There are no words for this, except WATCH IT!!!!


Most persuasive argument for clean living: Tie between "Thank You For Smoking" and "Fast Food Nation." Thank you for smoking... Nick Naylor somehow sounds like a porn name or something and leaves you feeling appropriately dirty.


The life-imitating-art award: Vince Vaughn and Jennifer Aniston in "The Break Up" I'm tired of Aniston and all her moping over Brad and hating Jolie. I hated this movie so bad, I hope Vaughn can out live it...

Best-dressed man: Andre Benjamin in "Idlewild."


Best-dressed woman: Anne Hathaway in "The Devil Wears Prada" (post-makeover, of course). Awesome movie, even for those with heavy fashion disadvantages, like yours truly


Best dig at a guy who did not win the role of James Bond, agent 007: "Boswell. Nigel Boswell. 006. You know what that means?" asks agent Boswell ( Clive Owen in "The Pink Panther.) "Of course!" answers Inspector Closeau-"It means you are one away from the big time." Actually the best line of all that Godforsaken film

Best use of Spandex: "Nacho Libre." (Sorry, Superman.) Add best use of a corn cob as self defense and I'm in on it

Best excuse for a good cry: "Lassie"

Best soundtrack: "Marie Antoinette," a New Wave mix that includes Bow Wow Wow, Adam and the Ants and Siouxsie and the Banshees. Didn't catch the film but I have the soundtrack... whooo hooo

Biggest genealogical news: "You are the last living descendant of Jesus Christ!"
Tom Hanks' to Audrey Tautou' in "The Da Vinci Code." It was not as impressive as finding out that the idiot descendant who supposedly was versed in several languages couldn't figure out the root "sang" in sangrial meant blood

Best argument for everybody going down with the ship: "Poseidon."

Best withering gaze: Helen Mirren' in "The Queen."

Best performance by an actor playing a decomposing corpse through much of the movie:
Jeff Bridges in"Tideland."

Guy with the most movies: Hugh Jackman And I saw them all

Hairiest actor: Robert Downey' in "Fur: An Imaginary Portrait of Diane Arbus."

Most memorable line: "Enough is enough! I have had it with these (expletive) snakes on this (expletive) plane!" — Samuel L. Jackson in (you guessed it) "Snakes on a Plane." As if we didn't expect THAT!!!

Monday, December 25, 2006

The Great Christmas Race

"Strings of street lights, even stop lights
blink of bright red an' green
as the shoppers rush home with their treasures! "


Sounds all Pretty, but the truth is that when the shoppers rush home with their treasures they will step all over you... Once again I found myself running through the mall on Christmas Eve (I did my shopping back in November, this time it was Lysania who forgot a thing or two and since she is stranded without a car... long story, let's say a Hummer decided to back up and park right on top Mechito Benz )I had to cover all duties. Eduardo decided to endure installing blinds instead of escorting his wife to last minutes Christmas shopping.

Note on the side, Lysania & Eduardo just moved into their brand new house in the middle of nowhere (literally their house is the only one in their street) Nice little subdivision with enough wilderness to be surprised by bunnies hopping around their lawn and stuff like that. I've got a room there, since I'm kind of a weekend gypsy anyway. Room is wonderful, all Victorian style. I promised not to paint any of the walls midnight black- keep it Victorian, don't slip into Gothic. I'll be spending this week in their house since TJ Green (my car) is serving duties for Mechito Benz because Lysania refuses to drive Bertha (the Ford Explorer)- yes we are people with lots of time in our hands naming cars...

Anyways, went to the mall under false pretenses (Lysania wanting to buy something for Lysandra's baby) ended up running through all home decor stores to find something to fill the "hole in the wall" in her living room . Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Got back with nice little dress and no filing for the hole. Took shower, dressed in a hurry.

Went to Candle Light Vigil at church. The vigil lasted an hour, which doesn't qualify it as a Vigil and guaranteed my presence. Live Manger Scene, baby Jesus was ready for his close up. Good, after that Baby Jesus starts wailing about with all his little lungs, not to Godly, very real, though.

Ran from church to Christmas party at home. Lined everyone on a single file. Gave out kisses. Hello to people I haven't seen yet, although they arrived from the Island at least 7 days ago. All cool. Threw gifts under the Christmas Tree. Started socializing. Kendra didn't want anyone to socialize until after the presents were opened. Opened presents at midnight. All kinds of stuff with one practical joke here and there. And and all it was good, worth having 15 people under one roof. Lots of laughs, lots of love, all stress gone. In fact it was a nice little Christmas .

Saturday, December 23, 2006

Kendra's not so Politically Correct Card

Christmas time is here or as the School System cleverly puts it, Winter Holiday is upon us. My niece Kendra, who is 9 years old was required, as a school project to make a Hanukkah Card. The whole idea is to create in the children the sense of diversity, which I believe is healthy. Now, this is what I couldn't quite get... I wish my printer was not busted so I could scan Ken's card, which was very kick ass in concept.

She made a regular Hanukkah card with emphasis on blues and silver and white. It had a dreidel, a menorah, several children sporting yarmulkes and a silver cross.
Teacher told her that the card was fine but that she didn't quite understood the concept of diversity (the cross, no matter how shiny is not part of the Jewish Holiday)

Note to teachers...never cross (no pun intended) smart ass kids whose aunts have quite a heavy amount of study hours in Comparative religions

Ken simply stated... what about Messianic Jews? People who celebrate Christmas forget about them most of the time. Then she proceeded to explain the historical context of Jesus' "I am the light of the world" speech, which referenced the Jewish Festival of Lights.

Go Ken, the girls still baffles me. So far she is a skateboarder with fascination with all things Oriental who wants to be both a Champion Soccer Player and a Vet, who happens to know a little more Theology than the average kid without being Kooky.

In honor of Ken .... all Jews mixed up with Christians and the rare Messianic Jews...MERRY CHRISMUKKAH PEOPLE!!!!

http://www.chrismukkah.com/content/merry_mazel_tov/ghosts_of_chrismukkah_past/about.html

Friday, December 22, 2006

PIMP DA HOUSE FOR CHRISTMAS

Pictures are worth a thousand words

http://www.flickr.com/photos/hldy_holiday/favorites/

Bethany: Is your house on fire Clark?
Clark: No Aunt Bethany, those are the Christmas lights
National Lampoons Christmas vacation

Wednesday, December 20, 2006

Any good Christmas jokes, people?

DECEMBER 20
4:02 PM- The day has been long and miserable. I've been blamed of at least 3 different clerical mistakes today, all dealing with people not bringing needed paperwork to the Office. All on the line of "no one told me I needed to bring a referral, how come I never got an appointment and you never scheduled that test for me." I could have easily dodged all the finger wagging but I couldn't give a damn. I just wanted the fucking day to be over. When the last patient walked out I, for the first time in 2 odd years, slammed the door behind her with the least consideration.

4:09 PM Tallies are done, registrar is closed and I'm trying to smile at doc without clenching my teeth too much. Doc grabs the daily paperwork and reminds us not to be late for our Office party tonight. Two weeks ago a party on a Wednesday didn't sound half as bad as it should. Today is just not what any of us want. After a heartfelt, deep sigh, I tell him we will be there (the collective WE that renders me responsible for the rest of the staff not to go stray. Doc had just one last request... could you print Christmas jokes and anecdotes, you know off the internet to keep the conversation going...which means:

  • THERE WILL BE PHARMACEUTICAL REPS AT THE PARTY
  • DOC WILL INVITE SOMEONE HE WANTS TO IMPRESS WITH THE WIT AND GIFT OF GAB OF HIS FABULOUS STAFF

Right now it doesn't look good. I have the worst PMS fit on the history of the prefix hyster and Lysania is close by (poor things is being trying to close on her new house for 2 days now... I can see the little vein popping on he forehead).

This is an entry interrupted. Will finish it after the party in the mean time AAAAAARRRRRRRRRGGGGGHHHHH!

6:20 PM After running off the clock at 5:00 and barely making it through a shower, I struggled not to look like a stuffed turkey in clothes I didn't mean to wear in the first place (damn unexpected chills- don't complain, we are in December) took a picture with a camera that may or may not show up in this blog. Not because I cannot stand myself, but because I have to figure out how to post it.

7:30 Arrived on time (rather spend time at the bar than being fashionably late). Met interesting people at the bar, ordered something girly since I was feeling pretty. Bay Breeze was good, although it might have used a little less Breeze and more Bay.

7:40 All guest arrived, including a very awkward Doc (sorry Boss, no jokes, had no time to download, you are stuck with the "fall on my ass joke") after the first two mojitos, it was all a riot.

Somewhere along the night our very conservative drug rep who hardly ever speaks made a joke with the punchline "and that' s why I have a twelve inch penis" that is when we realized we had reached the pinnacle of class...

It was all followed by a fabulous meal and a gift exchange, wrapping it all up around 11:00. Fortunately or not, there was no dancing, so Doc had no chance to kick off his Sunday shoes. It was a blast, all misery was forgotten though, which is good.

December 21 7:00 am

Dragging myself to work with clear sign of a wine hangover, over all the dinner rated as close to a 10 as it could get, it would have been perfect if we had the day off, but I cannot complain.

Quote... what the heck I'll tell you Doc's joke, so we can suffer it all over again, this time sans Mojito

There is this guy who has a trained parrot he's quite fond off. He shows the bird to a friend and tells him- "go ahead and raise Polly's right leg" The man raises the bird's right leg and Polly says "Good Morning".

"That's cool" - said the friend ( for some reason)

"Now raise Polly's left leg." He does so and the bird says "Good Night"

Eager to see how many more tricks the parrot could do the man asks " What if I raise its two legs at a time"

Polly answers "Aaaarrrrrrkkkkk... What do you think, I'll fall on my ass"

Wednesday, December 13, 2006

Banquete de los Sanchez

I believe this will be the sleeper Christmas hit in the Island. I just read this morning that some radio stations were banning the song because the use of the word "chicho" (love handle)was offensive to the general public. This coming from the Regaetton Capital of the World. I guess it is not true that "se vale todo en este sandwich de salchicha."

Tuesday, December 12, 2006

Judgement Day Rant

Once again Welcome to the Little Theological Corner.

Jose Luis de Jesus Miranda...
This one will not shove it down any one's throat... in fact, I'm trying to control the urge to laugh out loud and I am really sorry that I will not be in The Island to see this. Watch out Puerto Rico, because Jesus is coming towards you with judgement. By the way, you might stand a chance before all nations because Jesus is and has been, unbeknownst to us all un come alcapurrias de Ponce since he "returned to Earth like a thief in the night" some 30 odd years ago... please humor me...
http://www.creciendoengracia.com/ , http://www.eldiadeljuicio.com/

Those who know me are aware that I first and foremost respect other people and beliefs. I love to listen and sometimes I find one or another that would let me talk as well...

Within Christianity in particular, I have a knack for finding the things that unite us instead of the things that divide. I love the Catholics and their love/fear relationship to God, the protestants come in many shades from the very colorful, (sometimes colorless) Pentecostals to the stiff upper lip Presbyterians. They all have charm.

In rare occasion though, in comes one of these guys, a total and complete charlatan that deserves the scorn not only of Catholics and Christians but also of Atheists who believe, if not in God, in due process of Law. Buddhists, Jews,Muslims, Neo-Pagans, Sikh,and any other that currently escape me, if you have a chance please listen to this as well.

Let us forget about the rape of the Christian Doctrine and it's Jewish roots... let us look at the MORALS of this guy's doctrine. According to this grade A wacko, the concept of sin died on the cross 2,000 or so years ago, so basically you can do whatever you want with total impunity, as long as you have faith, and you can avoid the Law. Because according to this guy, our justice system cannot touch a child of God, as long as the child manages to avoid it... literally you could get away with murder, as long as you are not caught. I am not making this up, just look about in the websites above, there are a couple of journalists who brought up this questions... this idiot posted it on his website as publicity- duh.

What really bothers me is that this crackpot has managed to create a following of thousands of people, most of them within the most "privileged" ($$$$$)It is easy after all to sell the idea of have it your way to people whose only purpose in life is have it their way. I thought Scientology was a heap of manure, putting the blame on extraterrestial sources, thus relieving the rich and famous of their own responsibility, but this guy throws it out of the park...

Going back to the mockery of Christianity. This guy asserts to have inherited the consciousness of Christ. He cannot, or will not perform miracles though, because he wants his followers to believe without proof... very convenient. He wouldn't answer questions concerning the teachings of Jesus because, he says that all "he" did in the past is no worth discuss it after the grace was imparted. Nevertheless if he carries the stream of consciousness of Christ, and remember Jesus' time on Earth, he could still tell us a couple of things without answering theological questions.

I wonder Oh Mighty Lord of Hosts,and I wish some reported would ask you simple things about life some off 2,000 years ago like....
  • How much is the equivalent of a talent a bekah or a pim in pounds?
  • How much is a cubit in inches?
  • How many gallons in a hin?
  • How the heck Oh Lord do you tie a Tzitzith?
  • Most important Oh Jesus, how did you array a table back in the day?

Don't get me wrong, I'm on to all from Ted Haggard to the Archdiocese of Boston. There is a big difference though, these people do their dirty stuff in secret and be it because of Divine Justice or excellent investigative work are wrested from their hypocritical comfort zones into the light. This guy doesn't even have the decency to pretend he is not a bastard.

Funny thing that of all he had decided that Judgement Day begins in Puerto Rico. I bet, I hope he won't be able to embezzle as many suckers as he had through the world. Being Boricua, the guy must be bracing for a heated Island Welcome. I hope he runs with his tail between his legs having to quote the scripture he so despises: " no one is a prophet in their own land".

Robert Browning (1812–1889)
"The lie was dead
And damned, and truth stood up instead."
Count Gismond. xiii.

Sunday, December 10, 2006

Apocalypto- in the little history corner



I've already covered a Mel Gibson rant in my defunct blog, set in the Little Theology Corner. Back then, I said that I would see Apocalyto, nevertheles, and I followed through. So let's forget about Mr. Gibson personal journey,(as a fellow Christian who understands the whole stumbling along the way factor, I certainly wish that he soon finds out that Jesus was Jewish and gets over with it) and most of all, let's put aside our compare and contrast table to THE PASSION OF THE CHRIST.... All right, GO!

I had the pleasure to go and see this movie with my very pregnant sister Lysandra who promised me not to break water in the middle of a jungle chase. Thank you Lysandra for both a rolling good time and no stress factor other than the one generated from the screen. :)

This is what we saw:
Apocalypto is first and foremost, a Mel Gibson film. It's cinematography is breathtaking, the characters are engaging, the experience almost interactive. Say what you may, the man knows how to translate emotions into film... when it is relaxed is bum lazy, when it is tense, it will be breaking point.

There are two main treads running through this film. One is the blind action sequence, the other is subtle, worth of following, intriguing enough for us to take on the violence, which is, in certain ocassions, extreme. I'll get to the blood later, let me stay with the characters a little while.

MINOR SPOILERS AHEAD>>>> just to prove my little point

In the beginning of the movie there is a quiet scene, a moment of peace in which the tribe gathers around to hear word from an elder. The man tells a story that has been told in one shape or another through all cultures. A story that poses a question... what the hell is wrong with us humans? The more we are given, the more we want. This story does two things for us



  • It de-romanticizes the native Americans. It tears down the theory of the noble savage. There is no disrespect in this. The plain exposition of the story tells us that men are men and it is part of human nature to know of pain, death and the destructiveness of greed. It is bullshit to look into history with teary eyes and say, the natives of the Americas didn't know the meaning of these words. They knew alright, they might not have had precise words for it (the English- Mayan translation will make little sense sometimes) but the emotions were there, even if they chose to avoid them.(Who wouldn't, if given the chance?)


  • The story also sets the stage for what is to come. The message of this story is simple as it is powerful: Those in power want to hold on to it, they will kill others if needed. They will exploit and rape and pillage and burn until someone else comes and knocks them out and starts the cycle all over again.


The secret behind the fall of Empires is the need to grab more than you can handle... In this case the High tear, the Mayan elite, wanted to keep the gods smiling upon them. Gods demand blood and blood will be offered. No priest, no Cacique, no warrior offered themselves to keep the sun above their heads... they grabbed the weakest among them and lead the to the slaughter.



When the Conquistadores set foot in Yucatan's sandy beaches, they didn't come with open arms... the High Mayas sacrificed to keep their status in an altar of stone, the Spaniards would eventually drench a continent in blood to sacrifice in an altar made of gold. When the first English came to the New World, the Spaniards knew it was their turn...



This is not a story about Mayans, although the story is set against that particular backdrop-note on the side, the production value of this thing is amazing, it's like stepping on a time warp and seeing those alomost alien pictures in walls all over Central America come to life... -it is a story about quiet human dignity against oppression. I had the privilege to meet some Sudanese refugees through a friend that deals on Human Rights Issues. When I saw the scene at the Mayan village, I could have easily interchanged their story with that of any of the characters. A story of abuse of power, genocide, rape, murder, children left behind...



There are two scenes that made me shudder in this movie, and none of them involved blood or guts, they conveyed dignity. One is of a girl left, discarded, if you may, along with all the children of the tribe to die of starvation and exposure to the elements. The girl couldn't have been over ten. She screams at her mother who has been taken captive "They are mine now. I will care for them." It was a breath of humanity after the brutal scene that preceded it, a reason to go on. The other one was delivered by the main character, and it was a simple statement "My name is Jaguar Paw", very much like Roots "My name is Kunta Kinte," it is powerful to hear a human being holding on to the dignity of his name when he has been stripped of everything else.



Now GORE FACTOR



It is nasty, gruesome and true. Once again there is mo romantic notion involved here. Bloodletting was natural in the religious order. After all, the Maya believed blood sacrifice kept the cosmos in balance. Victims were painted blue, then sacrificed by removal of the heart. These ceremonies were held either at the top of the pyramids, or the temple courtyard. It was an honor to be sacrificed, the blood kept the sun rising. The way is presented is very matter-of-factly, the violence is not trivial, though. Maybe it is too much for some of all to follow, because come on, it is not your typical Sunday service. Nevertheless, I'll take a Mayan Human sacrifice any time over let's say HOSTEL or SAW



Historical Accuracy: Time line is not specific, probably anytime between 1511-1519 which brings about the whole question of when the Mayans collapsed, since they stopped recording the history of the Empire before the Spanish set foot in Mexico and Guatemala.... another thing which might or might not have been an inaccuracy (depending of how far into the whole time line we are in)-is the girl prophet that carries "the mysterious sickness," which looks like smallpox. This sickness was brought about by the Europeans, so there is a sign of an early exposure to the white man... it is the only thing that bothered me and made bring the movie into the nerdy Little Historical Corner...



Did I like it? Yes



Will I recommend it? Only to the strong of stomach and open of mind, who can see beyond the gore.



To close a sad quote:

"Violence, naked force, has settled more issues in history than has any other factor, and the contrary opinion is wishful thinking at its worst." - Robert Heinlein

Friday, December 8, 2006

Strawberry Fields



In honor of John Lennon, here is a dignified picture of his memorial and a not so dignified anecdote.
(Some details might have been exaggerated for narrative's sake, or on account of suppressed memories of the narrator. )

If memory serves me right it was the Summer of 2000 and Lightshadow came by for a visit. I was living in New York at the time and the agenda included several destinations for the
chic-geek, which included among others, Washington Square, the Village, White Horse Tavern, where beloved Dylan Thomas died for not holding down his drinks and the "Quiet, moving, tear-shaped memorial built in the honor of Lennon"- it was something very Fodor's.

This is what I recall... we made it to the place where we were meant to be, after all we were right in front of the Dakota building... let the search begin...


  • It was the Summer of the Cow in New York, so we got distracted by one of these huge cows painted pink with strawberries all over. The cow seemed to just pooped a strawberry milkshake or something. Picture Please. Still, the sight of strawberries reminded us of our purpose...

  • Turn around, look for the tear shaped thing. It seems we are running around in circles, although not quite, more like in an elliptic shape. Pretty. Let's keep looking...

  • All of a sudden I'm stepping on flowers ...damn hippies throwing petals all over the place!

ERR... I Think I just stepped right on top of Lennon's tribute. Quick snapshot and let's get the hell outta here!

That is about as close to Lennon that I will get, ever, again.

On a serious note and tipping my hat to an extraordinary human being, the following quote:

"As the widow of one who was killed by an act of violence, I don't know if I am ready yet to forgive the one who pulled the trigger. I am sure all victims of violent crimes feel as I do. But healing is what is urgently needed now in the world. Let's heal the wounds together. Every year, let's make December 8th the day to ask for forgiveness from those who suffer the insufferable. "

-Yoko Ono- Dec 8, 2006

Saturday, December 2, 2006

Surreal


this entry has no reason
or I rather say lacks rationale
I suddenly realized it is December. Yesterday it escaped me
Yesterday Iwasdrowninginpaperworkandrushingsbout...
Today time
STOPPED and granted me a full minute of awareness.
I stepped outside to join everyday life and a sudden smell woke me up from the ordinary.
It was unexpected and out of place, it smelled of New York.
Cold air charged with electricity, oil in the pavement, people rushing about, steam rising from the depths of the city. It took me about forty-five seconds to realize it is possible for human beings, under special conditions, to recall a memory, so vivid, it could transport . I lingered to it for the remaining fifteen. I had a perfect minute.
New York smells of restlessness and need to move on, it is something that has been with me since I was a little girl in the Island. The want for more, the realization that there are places in fact, too small for me. It is that things that won't let me settle down...
My ordinary day was interrupted and I had no choice but to visit a man who painted impossible landscapes. Dali calmed me down, a bit. In afraid though that this urge to move will turn me around in unexpected directions just when I thought life was peachy... If I can hold this need to run until I get to Italy, I will be fine.
"As I foretold you, were all spirits,
and Are melted into air, into thin air:
And, like the baseless fabric of this vision
The cloud-capp'd towers, the gorgeous palaces,
The solemn temples, the great globe itself,
Yes, and all which it inherit, shall dissolve,
And, like this insubstantial pageant faded,
Leave not a wrack behind:
We are such stuff As dreams are made of,
and our little life Is rounded with a sleep. "- Shakespeare

Friday, December 1, 2006

Tangled up in Christmas lights and other things






Office Christmas decorations went up today. Doc was smart enough to make some appointment up and leave early leaving Lysania and yours truly with a couple of unmarked boxes (open up and find out) roll after roll of wrapping paper, golden ribbons and glass snow flakes. We also had a very dangerous can of "snow"- that thing you put on your glass door and then there is no force on earth that will leave the glass immaculate again.




The tree was the easiest part, pretty little thing with ice blue streaks and tiny wooden carved snowmen. Snowmen by the way, was the "theme" for our display this year. we thought it would be fun to cover the doors to the exam room with wrapping paper and bow so that they would look like gifts. It seemed an easy task. Two hours later some how we ended thinking about Ed Wood much more than we should have. the doors were our PLAN 9...


Sania: I think the bow is crooked

L: It's perfect

Sania: But the paper is kind of bundling up towards the end

L: It's a touch of realism... do you know anybody that can wrap a perfect box, all corners folded in?

Sania: Well there is this guy....

L: Let's leave it, Ok, people wont notice


Glass snowflakes were easy, all we had to so was stick them around and... not... break them. Let's say we started with 32 and then were forced to go for a "lesser is more approach"


Snow was fun, until we noticed that it ran into the carpet as well. In order to avoid complains from the cleaning crew it was our job to remove it. Real snow is easier, all you need is salt and a shovel. This one, well, let's say there are parts of the carpet with lots less color than when we started.


At the end none of us had a bit of Christmas spirit and were glad this shit happens only once a year.


In other, absolutely nothing to do with whatever I'm talking about news PREACHER is being developed by HBO!!!!!!

In the Christian circles when people talk about the Preacher from Texas they usually refer to Joel Osteen http://www.joelosteen.com/site/PageServer?pagename=AboutJoel
I've always had to look the other way because I actually think Reverend Jessie Custer, http://ubqtous.com/preacher.cfm
PREACHER, along with SANDMAN is one of those works that you want to see translated into another media, the thought of it brings thrills, and a lingering sense of a disappointment to come. Long time ago when a guy called Ben Affleck was a star, he was mentioned as a possible Custer. I almost died cause I knew what few didn't back then... Affleck was worth shit when it comes to depth. A while after they mentioned James Marsden and I was a little more hopeful, but still there was the trying to fit it all in 90 minutes thing...HBO though it's another story. They will give it, most of all, time for story development and probably decent uncompromised acting.
See? There's always reason to rejoice... I'll try to get back into the Christmas spirit...
"Christmas, children, is not a date. It is a state of mind."- Mary Ellen Chase

Tuesday, November 28, 2006

So you think you can WHAT?



It's that time of the year again. Yep, the dreaded "what should we do for the Christmas party" week.

Given the crazy circumstances we've been going through lately, it's nice to know that there will be a Christmas party this year. Last year was a disaster... our version of a party was a hurried lunch at the office, courtesy of Macaroni Grill Curbside pick up.

This year, though, Doc decided to make it up to us... the options included nerdy alternatives like:

  • Spending 2 hours at the Planetarium in the Museum of Science and Industry, an indoor version of a quiet dinner under the stars.
  • Another two hours at the Florida aquarium, eating seafood in front of fish and perhaps, if we are lucky, feeding the stingrays.

Little did we know that Doc would soar with inspiration. What about a cruise around the Bay with food, music and dancing. Sounds great in deed. The fear factor started creeping in when Doc went something along the lines of let's dance. Since he is flying solo these days, we all got goosebumps thinking about the man shouting CONGA! or ELECTRIC SLIDE, NOW! ( in the line of let's all have fun as a group) Let's hope and pray he catches a date or someone will be either jumping or thrown overboard.

"When someone blunders, we say that he makes a misstep. Is it then not clear that All the ills of mankind, all the tragic misfortunes that fill our history books, all the political blunders, all the failures of the great leaders have arisen merely from a lack of skill in dancing."
Moliere, 1622

Sunday, November 26, 2006

The Fountain-- no spoilers, well very little


Prelude...
I rarely go to the movies by myself. Ironically I'm not the type of person that goes to the movies to socialize either. I rely on my Movie Crew, a tight group of people who love movies as much as I do. For some reason this weekend my movie crew abandoned me. Some of them were not in Sci-Fi mood, and this movie looked
Sci-Fi, others were not in the mood for Romance, and this movie had that romantic feeling of holiday season tear jerker.Others were missing in action, believing, perhaps that the movie will bet here next week, after all it is Hugh Jackman... I went by myself on a hunch that non of these expectations were true. I was not disappointed.

The thing about going to the movies by myself is that I am forced to socialize. To size up the people in the audience as I make my way to the theater. There were two teenagers in the upmost corner (nope... they are here for makeout reasons) Couple of college girls in their twenties with their respective boy friends (girls came for the love story line, guys came for either a glimpse of Rachel Weisz, or worse, they were forced to come after they dragged their respective girlfriend to X3) An elderly couple ( too sweet for me to comment) and a pair of nerds that were raving about Anorofsky (Bingo! Although I was in danger... they might smell that I haven't seen Pi yet)

I made my way and sat near the nerds at a safe, non invasive distance. By the time the lights went out , there were about 40 people in the theater. About one third of them were gone by the time the movie ended. This is what I saw along with the 20 odd people that were left in the theater.

NO SPOILERS, means I loved it, and it's hard to love something that so many people are finding ridiculous, petulant and void of sense. I will not apologize for this movie but I might as well tell you what NOT to expect, so you will not be one of the unfortunates to walk out with a quizzical expression.

This movie is NOT



  • 2001: Space Odyssey: The Sci-fi elements- whether you believe they are grounded in the "reality" of the story line or are figments of a character's imagination are purely symbolical. The difference resides in the use of the imagery. While Kubrick set us on the path of THE QUEST, reaching out for the audience and demanding of his characters to produce an answer to the most complicated question ever- what are we doing here?-, the answer to the question posed by The Fountain is simple. We know how it has to end, it is a matter of following a character who hasn't yet figured it out and be there when he finally gets it.



  • Love Story: You don't get to follow the progression of the characters, you don't see them fall in love, you don't get and idea of what their lives were before the event that triggers the movie. As an audience, we are thrown into the lives of a couple that is trying to cope with the worst of situations. Their love is tested beyond "never having to say you are sorry". The trial is here and now, the revelation that comes out of this test is perhaps my favorite subject in film and literature... the choices we make and the chances we take are ours forever. After all is said and done, you take what was good, regret what wasn't and do your best to forgive yourself for not making it better when you could.



  • Highlander: Perhaps the biggest mistake the studio made when marketing this movie was coming up with the tag line "What if you could live forever?" This movie is not about immortality, it is about letting go. It's a movie about death and how beings that can conceive eternity in their imagination are faced with the hard reality that life cannot go on forever. It is a movie about grief and how it can either destroy us if we don't know how to deal with it, or be a welcomed part of the healing process after we have lost someone.

Minor spoiler about characters and setting ahead...




There are three men in this movie. They are the same character facing different situations. The way I see it, one man is grounded in reality while the other two are paths laid before him.


There is a man in the Spanish Golden Age who is taking part in a Quest. He has a motive to achieve his goal. He is not afraid of death because he has found a purpose and a foundation for his life. He shelters and protects a woman, who is most of all, desperate under her calm demeanor. His tragic flaw, he is defiant of death, which is as absurd as being afraid.


There is another man, whose life is a void. He travels to the ends (or the beginning) of the Universe. Around him stars explode in golden shades and life surrounds him. He doesn't care. He is alone, holding on to a woman who is no more, feeding off her. She keeps him alive, he has nothing and his shadow darkens the universe of color around him. He lives in a world were memories and regrets, stretch into eternity.


Trapped between them is a man who is much in love with a woman. The woman is dying and has come to terms with it. He hasn't. She wants to make sure she leaves him where he is meant to be, at her same level of acceptance and understanding, but she is gone too soon and leaves him at a crossroad, in front of an open book, with the worst task to be completed by someone who doesn't want to let go... FINISH IT.


The acting was superb, the visuals stunning, although something tells me it will not make it to any particular awards list. It's a shame, because Jackman was at his best. This is the most awesome movie no one will see this year.


I'll leave a quote that I find to be related to this movie, which to me is a treasure....


"You are mortal: it is the mortal way. You attend the funeral, you bid the dead farewell. You grieve. Then you continue with your life.And at times the fact of her absence will hit you like a blow to the chest, and you will weep. But this will happen less and less as time goes on.
From SANDMAN: "The Song of Orpheus"


Wednesday, November 22, 2006

Let's not weep for the Turkey 2006

Eight hours to go at the office, hope Doc lets me leave early. (Lysania God bless her friggin soul is on vacation) Three days right before a holiday flying solo is not fun, it's like facing the Invasion of the Living Anti-inflammatories. Everyone wants to be fixed and flexible for the holidays, it takes a lotta joint effort to carve a turkey you know.

I'm getting into my usual Zen-like state to face the kitchen. The head count so far is ten, which is not so bad. It will be fun. At least we will have Friday to recoup and catch up with a movie or something. I've got my eye on The Fountain


Thinking back it has been a good year, no complains, no regrets. Tomorrow I'll make sure to thank The Man Upstairs for unexpected and well deserved blessing that came my way. Nothing special, I do it every day anyway.

In the mean time I'll leave you with a great American mind reminding us the historical perspective of this most celebrated holiday

Jon Stewart: "I celebrated Thanksgiving in an old-fashioned way. I invited everyone in my neighborhood to my house, we had an enormous feast, and then I killed them and took their land."

Saturday, November 18, 2006

Casino Royale-- No spoilers






Let me get a couple of things out of the way



  • The stupid comment I kept hearing all week... are you watching the next Blond flick?

  • A general disclosure of my Daniel Craig fangirl status. I've seen them all from The Power of One to Munich. The man has talent. According to some, he is not the best looking guy around, I particularly like to see him running around(there's something about that , I don't know...) and looks damned gorgeous soaking wet.


Now, how can I convince you that my review of this movie will be neutral? We all go back to Bond.



I am an undercover James Bond fan, the Bond craze comes through both my parents. Mom is obsessed with Connery and dad is more of a Moore fan. The time came when I had to choose a Bond of my own and since at that moment License to Kill was the rage, I took a look at Dalton and said hell no!, stuck with Connery and kept it low profile. I've seen them all too, from Dr. No to Die Another Day, from pure, calculated skill to err...Invisible cars.



Growing up I watched two types of Bond movies. With dad it was all about location, supporting cast and the perils of too much production value (translate as where are they sending Bond now, who are the girls and how fantastic the whole thing with the car is going to get-roll eyes, just a bit). With mom it was about character development (translate as there is a story behind this guy, whatever it is that makes the Bond girls crazy). Dear mother, they brought it this time, and dad, Bond is all over the place, the girls are there and the car is what is meant to be, an Aston Martin.



Casino Royale is a "beginnings" movie what makes it wonderful is that it came to us Bond fans when the franchise was at it lowest. We all saw Connery serving a well structure Bond, suave, precise, calculating... we were sold into the idea of the super agent as a complete package and then, eventually, we got so used to the character that we put up with all. We knew all about 007, so the films became more and more about his accessories.



This one goes back to basics. For most of the movie Bond is not Bond, but James, an MI6 agent who has recently been granted 00 status. His life expectancy is short, and he knows it. Sometimes he is reckless, cocky and half of the time he is pretending to know what he is doing while keeping an "I made up the rules to this game attitude." Most of the subtle humor in this movie is derived from inside jokes directed to Bond fans. The humor is never ridiculous, but circumstantial. When the man puts on the dinner jacket for the first time there is a slight discomfort about it and you can perceive that he is thinking Gosh, I don't want to wear this again. We all know how the story goes... no spoilers but keep an eye out for Bond's first Aston Martin and his take on Martinis... it is gold.



M. is finally given some love. Dench's relationship to Craig's James is more of that of a mentor who sees possibilities than the quasi-rigid "I'm the female boss of you" that she had with Brosnan's. She is both annoyed by and secretly proud of her boy.



The bad guys have no big gadgets geared towards world destruction, no ray guns, no overdeveloped plot. It is simple, terrorists must be funded, money must be made and Bond has to stop them from from acquiring it. Money is made assessing risk at the stock market, perhaps making the right investments and then manipulating a crash, or by playing the coldest poker game ever (total suspense of disbelief, I could hear people around me whispering about who they thought was bluffing).



The girls are there and James' got it but he is not sure how to work it just yet. The stages to that level of emotional detachment that so bothered my mom are being built before our eyes.



All die hard Bond fans will know exactly when this movie makes the wrong turn in Albuquerque, I heard someone say "what the hell?" but don't worry it all builds up to the most intense two final minutes of Bond film since Connery delivered that first "Bond, James Bond."

PS. Is Craig a good Bond? Beyond good. Go watch.

Quote from the movie

"I'm sorry.... that last hand.... nearly killed me." CASINO ROYALE
There's also one about balls that is really cool, but I'll leave that to those who go and see it



Wednesday, November 15, 2006

Operation 30 pounds in 60 days has begun


I'm not even acknowledging how much I weight, it is ridiculous. As far as the story of my life goes I've never been a size 3, but come on, at least I used to like myself.


I've been in so many steroids lately (nope, I have no intentions of being the female Canseco) because of the RA that my weight just ballooned. Add to that the exquisite cocktail of immunosuppressants that keep me out of the sun and you have a bloated salamander, not unlike the one pictured above.
Fortunately, Doc (my illustrious employer) is not only a Rheumatologist, but also a nutritionist, and he gave me the green light to get going. So I'm off prednisone for good and back into the mobility thing, let's see how far I get and if it's worth to put up some before and after pictures by my Birthday. (My birthday is not in 60 days but that is what will take me to fully do the transition from film to digital, so I can finally download real pictures) I love the smell of developing liquid, and change comes to me in little steps,OK!!!!!
"The fool wonders, the wise man asks." - Benjamin Disraeli, 1st Earl of Beaconsfield

Tuesday, November 14, 2006

Do I need a reason?

Come on sing along...

Bela Lugosi's Dead
White on white translucent black capes
Back on the rackBela Lugosi's dead
The bats have left the bell tower
The victims have been bled
Red velvet lines the black box
Bela Lugosi's dead
Undead undead undead
The virginal brides file past his tomb
Strewn with time's dead flowers
Bereft in deathly bloom
Alone in a darkened room
The count
Bela Lugosi's dead
Undead undead undead

Here's a link to a wonderful rendition of THE Gothic Anthem... did I mention Trent is there too?
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3JRR6s0rtJM

"Fools rush in where angels fear to tread. But all the angels are in heaven, and few of the fools are dead. "

Monday, November 13, 2006

Sometimes you BETA and loose it all

The following disclosure applies:
Google Beta Blogger is fabulous. I bet a lot of people are enjoying their blogs without consequence. Me, I am the illustrated definition for Technologically Challenged, usually when things read "user friendly" I manage to make them my sworn enemies in a couple of key strokes.

Now it's more like...
Welcome to the present incarnation of my blog.This is the blog formerly known as Time Consuming Trifle Things, which I managed to single-handedly destroy and send into Cyber Space Limbo while trying to change it to BETA. After much cursing and confusion I decided to literally turn a new page, so here it is.

Just to celebrate my DUH... I'll leave some quotes about fools. If memory serves me right, this is one of the precepts of Murphy's Law, which fits my situation perfectly
"Foolproof systems do not take into account the ingenuity of fools. "