Saturday, April 25, 2009

WTF? -- a celeb gab

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ad·mi·ra·tion
Pronunciation: \ˌad-mə-ˈrā-shən\
Function: noun
Date: 15th century
1archaic : wonder
2: an object of esteem
3: delighted or astonished approbation

Admiration is what I used to have for Beyoncé. I even named myself, Flawsnall, from one of my favorite songs by her. But, the skim over my eyes and admiration lifted quickly as of yesterday when I learned that she wears a $5 million dollar ring...no envy here folks, trust me, if I had $5 million, I certainly would not sport it in one setting (no puns). It's a skillet, but seriously...$5 million for one ring? What's the point, the statement? Is that where the core of her and JZ's love resides...behind a rocket-sized diamond? Gera makes me furniture, from scratch, hecho de mano (handmade) when he wants to show me a little material heartwork...again, no envy here...only grand disbelief...and no worries, I'm so clear there's the difference: celeb life vs. a teacher and carpenter's life...and in all honesty, Jesus was all three of these roles...but...wow...

Unless something changes and she decides to donate the boulder to a worthy cause, my respect for the want-to-be "legend" slash "icon" as she put it one time on the Larry King show ... is so way gone. I just don't see how she could wear something like that, today, in2009, worth that much money when there are so many children in the world, today in2009, who are starving to death or need love or, today in2009, need severe unaffordable medical attention.

Maybe this is why Angelina Jolie has always been an interest to me...over all...she's a real class act if there ever was one...

I might have to change my blog profile name...thinking about it...

Thursday, April 23, 2009

prolific blog for 09May

What is color supposed to do?


Pretend
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I've met some interesting, unique, talented people via blogging. And I've found myself immersed in a company of artists more so than the genre I passion: writing, literature, blogs like lilaphase that take everyday, ordinary events in life and make them fodder for all. So I decided to recognize my own favs. I'm launching my own "prolific blog" of a month.

I have to start with a serious bang...my first pick is Ojalá, Selah, Lateda. This artwork gives me chills. I've never seen color so braided, so taken advantage of, and used for what color means, pushed to unforgettable limits, and mythical like...Jennifer Long de Herrera's hand. She does something with eyes so captivating that every subject feels like, to me, a very very old soul...alive. Color is elaborate, but so precise, detailed, taken with care. Her work is definitely her DNA.

These are some of my favorite pieces of her work. The work titled Opinion leaves me near devastated because it's so profound...then I waver and sometimes pick another and then go back to Opinion. I finally settled---it's so difficult to choose one---really I can't.

For sure, the work titled Late will be me as of June 3 when graduate classes begin....it will be an inspiration.


Opinion
Similar
Clandestine Truth
Resolve
Contained
Intricate
Late

Check out her Etsy store here: WOW! and the best of a happy weekend!

Tuesday, April 21, 2009

seriously welled up

i'm so proud i can't speak

Readings start this week.
Tuesday, 4 pm: Orinda Books, Orinda.
Wednesday, 7:30 pm: The Booksmith, San Francisco
Friday, 7:30 pm: Mrs. Dalloway's, Berkeley.

Saturday, April 18, 2009

what did you do yesterday?

I went to my great aunt's house. Listened to her never-ending curse words (Texas Governor Rick Perry is not popular in her single household). It's amazing to me how retired people spend their time.

The way my aunt spends her retirement is super curious to me...it's pretty fascinating: casinos...cooking...news...soaps...public notary work...talking on the phone...telling my mom what to do to stop smoking...more cursing...Texas Rangers...casinos...Dallas Cowboys...casinos...Mavericks...doc appointment...more cursing...more talking on the phone...cursing again...eating...socializing with neighbors on the front porch...grocery shopping...rubbing salve...and...yet more talking on the phone... and then I remember she's 80 years old about to be 81 and retired at 62 with only a 9th grade education.

She always sends me away with food, lots of food!!!!



The best part about visiting my great aunt is coming home and diving into her mustards..............without hearing her curse words!

not fire...writing sky

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nope, this ain't a fire
it's Texas skies threatening earth-murdering power lines
bossing trees and almighty gas signage
frightening shoppers back to their homes

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three months ago...or so...it was literally writing lines of it's own zillion'th story

Friday, April 17, 2009

!goodness gracious!

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Been off for a tad. Gera and I were doing last minute tax prep and mailing---HIS! The sad part is he had to pay $93.00. And my long time free-at-the-library-tax-preparer (wish I could adopt him as my grandpa) said, "Well, I gotta say, if Gerardo doesn't boost his carpenter/vendor income within the next year or two, the Government's gonna label his work mere hobby." We thought it was funny at first, but have thought about it every since...two days ago...and now find it serious.

Luckily, it's not too difficult to find people who want work done to their homes, new cabinets built from scratch for their kitchens, or tile floors. The stairs were a rare request. We hope to pushpushpush for something like this again and PR it to the max. The aquarium is coming along fine, but we're selling it at the market...we guess that counts. The most important lesson we learned this tax season about being self-employed...we realized artwork is limited where claiming income is concerned. It's so not fair...

Sunday, April 12, 2009

my easter love

Today, Easter Sunday, Gera and I spent half of it doing our thing. We slept in, ate fried eggs on fresh made tostados with salsa, cream, fresco cheese, jasmin rice, and refried beans. I felt slightly domestic and made a fantastic citrus salad. Not my concoction. A week ago, I sat in Barnes&Noble to pass time, and I literally copied this fabulous recipe from a great magazine. Of late, I'm too frugal to buy magazines.

2 Tbsp fresh lime juice
2 Tbsp extra virgin olive oil
2 Tsp honey
1 minced zest of lime
Kosher salt---to taste
3 cups fresh ruby red grapefruit wedges, peeled
3 cups fresh orange wedges, peeled
(If you want to save time, use canned, but be sure to drain)
2 Tbsp thinly sliced fresh basil and sprigs
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Whisk lime juice
Olive oil honey salt and lime zest
Combine citrus segments
Toss with juice
Serve with basil and sprigs

Yeah, we were full...at least until late-late afternoon.

Then, we went to see my precious little sky, my vida...my Ruby.

She was so happy and was late getting a start for Easter day...too. But I told her, "Esta bien Mami. El conejo esta esperando para ti." She's always ready to go with Gera and me...we stole her for the day, even though we were somewhat limited by the rains. In the end, we ate more...Chuckie Cheese pizza. Tokens and gaming. She's never forgotten that place since the first time we took her 3 years ago.

Only now, she can say, enunciate clearly: CHUCK E CHEESE. And this time, I don't think it was 'the world' to her as it was the first time. A sign...we're aging and so is she. We are bracing ourselves for a Quinceañera; we only have about ten years left...yikes!

Saturday, April 11, 2009

hot off the press

Alas, my very own--HOT OFF THE PRESS--copy of my friend, Shawna Yang Ryan's book. Water Ghosts hit the stores this month and is already causing a mighty stir. Check it out When I first opened my package (all smiles), I took out Water Ghosts ...instinctively, I could not help but smell it, open it, stare at it, rub it, hug it, kiss it, and re-read some of my favorite passages. Even the jacket tells part of the story and is so very well done. I'm so looking forward to starting from the beginning, again, to the end. I have so much pride!

Then, later that night, I discovered someone had moved my book. It was where I had left it, but not in the position I placed it. So, I stepped out of the room for a minute, peeked in through an archway Gera built--it leads into the room, but sometimes we cover it with a sheer curtain. Lo and behold, there was a presence there either trying to steal my book or communicate with the ghosts in it. When I pulled the curtain...it fled.

Water Ghosts is just that good!

Tuesday, April 7, 2009

a non-fiction day & night

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Today was incredible-raw. Incredible because...first...I'm enrolled, signed up and ready to plunge...into...my first graduate class ever! Which....actually starts in June. Lovin it! The best news today was that I *will* teach developmental English courses in the Fall---learning this news broke my heart---I'm so happy.

Littlebig blessings unfold in unexpected ways.

And...fortunately, I will work with a great instructional crew....the peops I've worked with for five years now. A feel good day.

And then...

I went to work tonight at the library and we've always got some event going on...last week it was the Hat-titude even (a celebration of women, with an emphasis on hats)---lots of beautiful mature models with beautiful queen-like, birds-flying-like...hats. Tonight, there was a water color art exhibit...a piano...lemon cookies...and wine. I never went upstairs...no need to because the gallery winds down a grand stairwell into reference and periodicals--open--where, tonight, all librarians happily or normally worked around the event. Alas everyone was gone except an elderly couple who danced, but the pianist must have had to leave...the music stops, the laughter, the pouring of wine and spirits, the chatter---all gone.

Raw: a homeless guy who frequents the library every other day if not every. I've only worked there for 6 or 7 months and there are those you just know. Just as we were closing (I made the announcements in both English and Spanish)...the piano upstairs blares out like a million trills from only song birds...like nothing we had heard before when the party was in full force with drab, skippy, soft tunes. I immediately knew it was not the probable high paid pianist who played during the event. This was so different. I thought it was an employee with a secret gift other than a love for information and books...another librarian said "that's not the same"---and another merely said, "it's time to go; who's playing on the piano?" But I was taken away and I must say the former librarian was too. He ran upstairs following the latter to see the mystery music-genius. I of course had to wait, go get my purse, log off the desk computer and complete final loose ends of a work night.

The musician was Steve, one of our long time (before my time) homeless guys banging away...I was floored and it showed on my face. A different, prospective librarian student said, "Something is wrong with America."

I was moved like never before and really had to think about movies this has happened in. Still can't think of any because I'm still in awe. Maybe something *is* wrong with America or maybe Steve decided to give up a lot of something for a more simple, harsh-happy way of living...who knows. Today, reminded me that it's too bad I have to leave the ocean of information, a sea of stories. The lieless and the non-fiction oddities in time I will no longer experience.