Goodbye Berthito

It's the end of an era.
Today my 1988 blue ford taurus piece of crap gave me the last headache and near heart attack.

It's burned the last of me.

Yes, I am through with it... with car problems, with smoke coming out of it, with no heat in the winter and no a/c in the summer.... with no radio, and sudden stops when going uphill.

It's sad, because now i have no car.
I'm looking for one.
If you know of a good used car for sale... you should call me.

yes, the end of an era.

"It was real and it was great, and it was really great."

you should comment... to cheer me up.
or buy me an used book, that always cheers me up.

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The cut on my finger reminds me of nothing.

I want things in life to be meaningful. Every second. Every piece of life. Every little thing to remind me of things: simple, complicated, silly, deep, colorful, funny, sad, etc. But this cut reminds me of nothing, but pain a bit of blood.

I've been dreaming of showing art at La Luna. Dreaming, because that's a bit far away and lately it seems like the border-crossing talk is getting irritable.

I'll have lunch with a friend this week, just to catch up.

And I'll jump on top of another pile of dry, dead leaves. They're so crunchy... makes me happy.

It's getting cold. Pero la sangre que salio de la herida estaba calientita.

And all of a sudden, it's fall.

The weather in the area has been in and out of summer/early-fall-feel since summer officially ended in September. But today, I think fall finally hit us. When I went in to work it was about 60 degrees out, and when I got out it was about 35. Needless to say, I wasn't prepared. My scarf wasn't warm enough, and my long sleeve shirt barely kept me going. The fact that my car doesn't have a working heat system didn't help. I wasn't feeling my hands and fingers after a few minutes of driving.

But talking about the weather wasn't all I wanted to do.

I wanted to say I'm thankful.

I know I don't always sound thankful, but I am. I'm thankful for my wonderful family that fills my hours with conversations and laughter, most of the time. My life would be extremely empty without these wonderful individuals.

Thanksgiving is not a holiday of mine, but why not say thanks when everyone is doing it? Is not a bad thing to imitate... oh, and I'll be making two pumpkin pies tomorrow. Wish me luck.

AHHH.... ME RECUERDAS!

Mira lo que me encontre... si es que youtube no es solo bueno para encontrar videos de la Tenchis y de su programa Duroblandito. No señor... tambien me sirve para encontrar a Rucks & Parker y los videos que me recuerdan de los años noventa.

Lo interesante es que esta musica me recuerda a otras cosas.. entre ellas, al comercial de las galletas TIPO!

Salu.

ps. "Tengo que lograr... que vuelvas conmigo, seguire intentando todo tipo de cosas...vuelve conmigo que pasa, es que acado no soy you tu tipo?...." jejeje

Today I heard a story about maracas

I am a slow reader. And I'm also a slow writer. The longest entries you've seen in this blog have probably taken more time that you think, and it's ok. I just take time thinking, and sometimes get distracted. But it never helped in college. Oh, no. It never did. And the best writing I did in college was the last minute writing. Maybe because I had so little time to think about what I HAD TO GET DONE so soon. And another reason it might take me long to get points across is that it's hard for me to focus. I go from one story to the next without finishing the first one and in between I tell a side story that was also good although not very well related to the other two stories.

So I get others lost.
And I get myself confused.

And I wished I only did that for writing. No, that seems to be the rule in my whole life. But what I wanted to say is something completely different from what I'm talking about right now. I just wanted to tell you about a story with maracas and little cousins making fun of my friend. But now I was just thinking how I wish I could go deep and make good points on things, and maybe teach myself a lesson from things that happen. I learn. I'm just not sure how, because I don't have any specific styles or methods. Bullet points do nothing to me. And highlighters just make me get sidetracked and draw a little man with no arms on the side of a page. And introductory stories or examples make think of more stories and more examples. Oh, wait, I got it. It's in the numbers. The numbers and formulas. Math.

You know how people say that you're either good at science and math OR social studies and communication (or something along those lines)... well, I always thought (get ready for this) that I'm good at everything BUT science. Maybe is just that I like everything but science. But maybe I'm just truly and naturally good at math. I enjoy it and it comes easy to me... but when it comes to science, I just hate that stuff, for more interesting it sounds it just gives me a migraine.

Hmmmm... interesting.

And I just thought of all this cause Pau told me something about el profe Victor and I started thinking about math and how we would sometimes (him and me) solve the problems in the book that nobody else was able to solve on their own... not even me.

HA! And I thought this would be an interesting post for my readers (HA! my readers... I crack myself up). Well... sometimes a little introspection comes in handy. Although I'm afraid I didn't finish the thought here.

En estos dias escasean los dolares, pero que mas.. si nunca me han sobrado.

I'm made of CHISPAZOS: "mienteme y di que no estoy loca..."

I can't deny sometimes I wish I was more poetic or that my posts reflected deep thinking and analysis of pieces of life or passages from my reading, etc. But I guess I'm just too random to get a hold of a specific style for this blog of mine. I know it has no specific taste or order, and that's why it'll never make any of those "blogs of the year" lists or whatever name you want to give to popularity charts.

I am here right now, writing to tell you what's in my heart. Like I do always. Because that's why this blog is wisely titled "from b to z"... I talk about whatever I'm empilada* on. Tonight, I want to tell you how much I loved the 8th annual Latin Grammys. I LOVED the whole thing. All the performances were awesome... and I'm not even hating on the norteñas and reaggetones that didn't hit the spot. Let's see what I liked the most, we'll go by my memory, because I only remember the things I like (in cases like the grammys and any other entertainment related topics, i'm not like that for the academia, etc.). Ricky Martin, good. Calle 13 and Orishas, good. Miguel Bose, good. Jesse & Joy, good. Juan Luis Guerra, GREAT. And of course, Stomp Out Loud that went along with Calle 13 and Orishas, great! I cannot recall something I didn't like. And if I had to add something else to make it the best show awards show I've seen in a while, I'd add a performance by Mana. Just cause they're so awesome.

("Mienteme y di... que no estoy loco...quién teme... quién teme dí... si yo me pierdo..Mil años pasarán.. y el duende de tu nombre de luna en luna irá" --that's just the song that got stuck in my head)

I have to say, I am really really happy that Juan Luis Guerra was the big winner of the night. He's had my musical heart since I first heard "El Costo de la Vida" (you should really read that as "el costo 'e la vida").

Oh, I am so excited... this moments of excitement have been popping up on me for some time now. My sister calls them Chispazos** and truth is, I've been having them a lot. I got so excited that iTunes latino had a 40-song album of Aleks Syntek for $9.99 that I bought it without thinking about it for too long... forgetting, of course, that i'm broke and that gas is $3.06 the galon. I just thought it was a good deal... you know, 40 songs. Do the math.

I wish I was able to get music easily. Not music, but musica. What's here "latin music" although I have to be careful with the way I use that term because sometimes it's understood to cover only one genre or music, or worse, one song. A year or so ago would have been La Gasolina... now I think it'd be I Lean Like a Cholo. But I have to stop complaining... maybe iTunes latino will get it right soon, cause right now, they're lacking. Gimme some more of those specials like the Aleks Sintek one... now that you, iTunes latino, are so naive when it comes to musica.

OK, the writing chispazo for this post is over. And remember, if you think this post was weird and out of the blue, think again... that might just be the rule.

PS. OH!! I must not forget to tell you that yesterday morning when I put on one of those jackets that I hadn't used since before Spring break in April this year I found the jump drive I thought I'd lost!!! I just found it about 7 months after I really needed it.

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*empilada: span. fem. someone who's very interested on something at a specific time. Salvadoran slang.
**chispazos: span. pl. sparks of something... mostly madness, love, or some obsession.

"Good morning sunshine, I now see you, cause I am awake"

Those are Alicia Keys' words... from a poem.... that I'm pretty sure it's called Good Morning Sunshine. Anyway, as you might note at the end of this post, it's little after 6:30 in this time zone and I am already awake. I had car trouble yesterday, so I was going to take my mom to work today and then take her car with me to try to get mine started, but at the last minute she was able to get a ride.

I am pretty tired of car trouble.

I am also a bit cold. Because my wet hair is touching my back... and it's cold outside. That probably doesn't make sense to you, but that's OK, it's before 7 am and I don't think I'm very reliable before that time. Unless I'm pulling all nighters, which is not going to be happening anytime soon, because I am not applying for grad school just yet. I do have to take my GRE soon, but no filling out applications for me yet. I am still to decide what road I want to take. Right now, no road is just right.

I am getting hungry. And I need to go blow-dry my hair. Ciao.

Musical Baby

It doesn't take much to get me hooked on something. Today, it's been music. Not just any kind of music, though. It's been rock en español. I found a site to get me (a bit) of an update on bands and music that I had either forgotten or not come across. It's been nice. And since I'm such a dork, I've even made a couple of "cd covers" for the iTunes library. I did that with the Abri la Puerta cd and with Javier Orias' Trece, first. Oh, well... :)

Coffee with a friend tomorrow. And babysitting too.

Bella

I told you I live in a tasteless town. If you get Bella in a theater near you go see it, and tell me about it.