Thursday, May 27, 2010

I'm a Pretty Lady

I look GREAT in this picture, yet so confused. What is there to blog about? I told myself that I would only post when I had something good to say, but what about these days when I feel like writing but have nothing about which I may rant and analyze? Ooh...pretty.

So rumor has it that Uranus is entering my sign today and will be in it for a while. Uranus. Huhuh. Uranus. Stinky stinky!

But seriously, watch out: I will apparently be at the forefront of a cultural shift. I did not need an astrologer to tell me that.

And oh, did you ever notice the way that a corny, guilty pleasure, when stripped down to acoustic guitar, can move you all over again? Yeah.

Tuesday, May 25, 2010

Did U No?

Today is the birthday of Burmese polititian U Nu. U nu that, u say? I did not even know who he was until I searched for people born on May 25th and saw his name. What a great name.
U nu I would post something stupid? Oh, u!

Friday, May 21, 2010

Sunshine and a Bag of Leaves

As if it isn't enough that I live in (supposedly) the most compactly diverse neighborhood in the world, and work in an extremely lively area of the most diverse area on the planet (Queens: for real), I got to go to Flushing today for a workshop. That place is like Korea. And Vietnam. Maybe even Japan. Not that I've ever been to any of those places before, but they have a damn currency exchange across the street from the public library, so you know that people are arriving from afar on the regular.

So, I'll keep this brief: it was a beautiful, sunny day. Eighty-five degrees: nice. I ordered a pork dish from a Vietnamese restaurant: $6.75 (no tax!). Walked down the street to a store full of assorted dry delicacies: got a bunch of wasabi peas and six wrapped candies ("SUPER MILK CANDY" and sesame chewies): $1.50. Iced chrysanthemum tea: $1.50. I had the same lovely feeling as if I had traveled to another country in the best way.

When I went back to the restaurant to pick up my Vietnamese food, I thought they messed up my order. Turns out I just messed up my expectations: the rice was actually rice noodles, the pork meatballs were more like pork patties (soooooo gooood umami!), and (best part) the cut greens, mint leaves, and cilantro were served in a plastic bag. The leaves were full lettuce leaves. It was just a big bag of greens; I felt like a brontosaurus eating that shit. It was amazing. Highly recommended. Thank you, Flushing.

Wednesday, May 19, 2010

Too Much Rock for One Day



Townshend, you look just like my friend Timmy.

Ramone, nice shirt. I'm sure he's honored.
Happy birthday.

Tuesday, May 18, 2010

Overheard in Gym Class

So, I'm sitting in my office, which is actually part of a school gymnasium, which is actually part of the basement of a school, and my "office" is merely partitioned off by walls of fabric on wheels. What I'm saying is that I spend a lot of time listening to the sounds of elementary school gym class. A few minutes ago, some of the kids in class were addressing their teacher as "teacher," to which she responded:

My name is not "teacher." When I was born, my mommy did not call me "teacher." My name is Mrs. C-------.

Okay, lady, we all know that your mother did not give you your husband's last name upon birthing you. Let's be real.

Pretty soon after that, I guess one of the kids was burping, because Mrs. C------- delivered absurd diatribe part deux:

One day, you're going to be married. ("Ewwwww!") Well, hopefully, you will find someone and be married. And, I don't know, but if I burped like that, I don't think Mr. C------- would love me anymore.

Whoa. Mrs. C-------. These are issues to keep out of the workplace. I mean, damn, girl, the Mister won't let you burp? I understand that this was probably intended to teach the children a lesson about controlling one's oral flatulence, but is this your most clever means of spreading morality?

The moral of my story? Teaching sometimes makes people say crazy shit.

Monday, May 10, 2010

Zenxiety

Anyone who has spoken to me in depth recently or has been reading this blog will know that I'm trying to mellow out, and have been pretty successful so far. However, there have been minor roadblocks, some of which stem from my own neurosis. Now, the neurosis itself is what I'm trying to quash, and it's funny because something I've been worried about is losing my mellow. So basically I am becoming less zen by worrying that I will become less zen. That is so not zen.

So, let me restate that: I will not become less zen by worrying about becoming less zen. I have to use what I've been learning and take it into all facets of my life: as a peaceful attitude is applied to more experiences it will become more versatile and significant. Each individual possesses the power to determine the direction of one's mindset. So zen.

Are you still awake? Good.

So what's up with this weather? How's a person supposed to maintain balance when the temperature drops thirty degrees over the course of one week, in the springtime? I'm going to have to meditate really hard to counteract mother nature's confused grip on all of our chemistry.

Wednesday, May 5, 2010

The Gringa Diaries

Feliz Cinco de Mayo! Today is the day I celebrate my freedom to pretend to be Mexican. Note the portrait of Ms. Frida Kahlo, and imagine my own visage; our mutual resemblance is undeniable. I love admiring woven, brightly-colored tapestries while sipping horchata and futilely attempting to quell my raging taco addiction. Hoy, soy Mexicana!

I have been accused of being "Mexican on the inside," but I believe that has mostly to do with my dietary choices. Mmmmm...I challenge you to eat a pollo asado cemita and tell me it doesn't change your life. But really, I work in a very Mexican neighborhood, and I love being immersed in the culture.

The two first paragraphs of this post were composed prior to my lunch break. I just returned from a delightful experience at my favorite taqueria. As I was finishing up my vegetarian burrito, a mariachi duo entered the restaurant and proceeded to play a song that moved me nearly to tears. It wasn't a sad song; they were just an especially good pair of traveling musicians and the song was beautiful. Every time I eat there, Asian DVD bootleggers come and go, but never before had I been serenaded by rich harmonies in the middle of the workday. This song that they played reminded me of possibility, that beauty can surprise you at any moment.

This morning, I didn't even remember that it was Cinco de Mayo. Now that the day is passing, I realize that this is my most relevant Cinco de Mayo to date. It's a holiday that could only exist in the springtime, with its vibrancy and...who am I kidding, tequila and cervesa. But, for me, it's not about getting drunk. Hell, it's not even about Mexican independence. I am celebrating freedom and culture, and the opportunity to embrace the cultures that surround me in my own free state.

Tuesday, May 4, 2010

I'm Taken

Here's the one who stole my heart. This photo is reblogged from an awesome music blog.

Monday, May 3, 2010

Giving Up the Ghost, Part II

What a tease. The country was beautiful; the mountains serene, everything I hoped for. I got what I wanted: to sit on a precipice, look a long way into the verdant distance, breathe clean air. But then I had to return to the city the next day! That was the plan, and it was refreshing, but disorienting.

There was something unsettling about seeing Manhattan's skyline as I returned from the mountains. No one is trying to compete with nature upstate, no one trying to blow anyone up; buildings weren't boasting and people were happy to sit still. I know this exists in New York City, too; we have parks and beaches and people do relax. And I am happy that I got away for a couple of days; I'm just not entirely happy to be back. I love my job and am so grateful for it, but I need more green. I don't really want to be here, inside glass, concrete and stone and whatever else surrounds me. I want to know what it is: grass, trees, moss, stone, water...

I have not entirely given up the ghost. I gave it a breather, but it lingers. I'll admit that my brief excursion has brought me closer to where I want to be, spiritually, etc., and I'm knowing more and more how I want to feel and behave and live. I hope to find more peaceful balance in nature, but I can center myself in the center of the universe, too.