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I still have my doubts about Jimmy Fallon taking over late night television...But I will admit that his obscure comedic skits are gradually winning me over.  Check it out.

I've been in an odd mood lately.  Not necessarily bad and not necessarily good, kind of in a limbo state.  In the midst of trying to figure out my future plans, I came upon this song on my itunes and sadly forgot how much I love it.  The video is a bit lo-fi but you can't deny the music's eclectic touch.  Def check out My Little Pony's "Think Too Much".  Even the album title is fitting for my current state. 

There's a lot to learn in life.  It's amazing to think that every path we take is only the path to yet another and ultimately our paths never end but continue to grow.  Tonight's passage is dedicated mostly to a good friend of mine who always, although sometimes a pain in the ass, puts my life into perspective.  My tendency to over indulgence in my thoughts has partially consumed me, for various reasons, reasons I will one day most likely forget I even considered reasons. 

One day we will forget the things that happened to us, we will forget the people who hurt us, eventually our lives will move on to better days.  We forget to see the riches that stand before us.  We forget to be happy that are minds function in ways other peoples minds cannot.  We don't accept the beauty that we are born into: our bodies, our hearts our ability to love, see, hear, touch, smell, to daydream.  We don't notice the amazing people that surround us; our family and friends that keep us alive and never lonely...

It isn't because I love Beyonce that I chose to post this video...well maybe it has little to do with it.  Mainly it is because I love the passion in this song ...

i see you,
you see me.
our eyes catch
and i fall.

feeling these things
inside my body that
trickle up and down
sizzling as it moves
and make me tremble
at the thought
of
you
touching me.

you move toward me
and my thoughts go wild.
moving closer
i begin to float,
because
you
are inside.

and you are in my thoughts
making me beat,
making me think,
making me feel this imaginary reality.

i close my eyes
as i throb inside.
now I can feel you.

you open my eyes
and god how this hurts.
but you walk by
and dont even know
the story I just heard
in
my
mind...
in my body.

it thumps.  it stops.
It thumps.  It stops.

giving in to my rights,
as a women, as a slave,
as a man, especially as a human being
who can't help this freedom that
Jesus gave.
He died to let me feel this...
and it thumps.  and it throbs.
and I throb.

you walked
right by me.

i'm not religious but i do believe in the power of humility. For me its a good song, a bike ride, a hug, a book, a mixtape, blue skies or a few photos that help me realize the beauty behind what it is I have...what humbles you?

 

I was rummaging through my notebook in search for some travel information for my best friend Vanesa.  While searching I found a passage I had written on a plane ride back to the states from Morocco.  It's always nice to find something you forgot existed.

May 4, 2008

I meet a Mr. Ian Thompson on my flight from Bamako, Mali to Morocco.  He lives in Windsor, he's a sculptor, spent two years working in Mali 10 years ago.  He was on his way back to England after just spending three weeks in Mali with a friend.  He looked about 35 years old, had blue eyes, a prominent nose, his lower lip came out a bit further than his upper lip when closed.  He was slightly balding and had a few grey hairs on the sides of his head.  He was lean and looked about six feet tall.  He didn't like communal eating in Mali.  While he worked there he probably cooked a total of “five times” and “always ate street food”.  We exchanged our food on the plane after I was accidentally given the non-vegetarian meal.  I gave him my chicken he gave me his fruit cup but only after saying “I can’t believe you are vegan, you look healthy.”

He told me that Jesus was probably a black man because Jesus loved Gospel.  I then told him that all Brits are liars and he said "You're probably right, Tony Blair is the perfect role model in helping perpetuate that truth."  I laughed.

I left Ian Thompson at Terminal 27 after a hour and a half plane ride to Morocco and a two hour conversation at the airport.  I left abruptly as I ran to catch the shuttle bus for my journey back to the states.  We said our goodbyes with a handshake a "thank you for helping me find my terminal" from me and a "thanks for the company" from him.  I never looked back and I probably won't ever see Mr. Ian Thompson again but I hope he knows that for those 3 and a half hours he managed to change my life and restored my belief in the power of friendship between strangers.

Thanks Ian Thompson.

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I was speaking with a close friend of mine.  I asked her how her Christmas had gone this year and she responded with a somber look and "It's not the same anymore".  It seems as though around this age, the 20's, holidays don't seem to have the same spark as they once use to.  Of course realistically we cannot expect them to be the same, thats just asking for it.  BUT there is always the positive side of things.  That being said ifyou have small children around: kids, neices/nephews, cousins its always a bit easier to bring that holiday warmth back into our adult hearts.  As for me, I realize it won't ever be the same, that doesn't that I shouldn't enjoy what I do have. 

So this Christmas, I decided to have a little fun and coaxed my sister's kids into creating a music video for their parents Christmas present.  With a Panasonic camera, a three year old version of final cut and a little help from a tiny band called The Beatles, we came up with this.

I can't seem to upload the video on here, so next best thing, I'll post the link!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=68hWJv7yitU

and thus here I am...yes here, right here sitting in an internet cafe off the 10 freeway drinking a burnt soy latte in the great state of california.  Life is good?  I suppose that is subjective.  My life, so it goes has been passing rather quickly these past four months but so has the last 23 years of my life.  The point of this entry is not to lament the bad times that we all experience but to embrace the amazing times that we tend to silently hold on to. 

Look outside the raincoats coming, say oh!

I came upon the following when accidentally looking through some old notes I had stored away in the secret compartment of my Mac.  There really is no amazing story behind why I chose to copy this passage, simply put once I read it I liked it.  It is from a book I once read and although it was not the best of books it is one of the best quotes that I have found to be sincere and truthful...btw hello again blog.

"...it makes me think about all the perfectly scribed love letters and drunken e-mails I have writeen over the past 12 years and about the various women who have recieved them.  I think about how I told them they changed the way I thought about the universe and that they made every other woman on the earth unattractive and that I would love them unconditionally even if we were never together.  I hate that those letters exist.  But I don't hat them because what I said was false; I hate them because what I said was completely true...Perhaps this is why I can't see Billy Joel as cool.  Perhaps it's because all he makes me see is me."