A New Level Of Awesomeness

'Who cares about impending doom and narcissistic realization in the eye of a revolution?'

I'm going to tell you a secret: Open your eyes. Shut your ears. Feel.

*Currently listening to Future Reflextions, MGMT*

You Don't Have To...

Sell yourself short. Ever!

The Men I Remember

The Kid. Much younger than me. We would bake cookies as hard as rocks. Weapons. He looked at me with tender, loving eyes. I told him to come back another day. One day, I left. Never looked back.

The First One. I loved him. He loved me. We would see each other at every possibility. We never underestimated what could be done on the moments we were alone. We were incredibly creative. Naive and careless love accompanied by laughter and awe. We grew up. The End.

The Musician. I wanted to be in love with him. He wrote a song, maybe two, I suspect that the song where he pains about the bitch that ruined things is for me. Hot and steamy, that’s how I remember things. No sentiment. He was for me, just passing by.

The Soul Mate. Everything about him made sense. He loves me. Perhaps more than I will ever love. Perhaps he doesn’t love me. At this point, isn’t love an illusion? No room for compromise. We move along. And yes, too bad, it could have been good.

Everything else is a blur.

The future should be clear. For now, no men for the record.

*Currently listening to Big Screen, Pictures and Sound*

More To Say?

*Currently listening to How Deep Is Your Love, The Bird and The Bee*

Straight Up.

My favorite man right now is Vincent. Yeah. He knows... VIP - Very Important Pimping!

Parenting. I Don't Understand.

In the wise words of Derek: Ho-ly-crap!

*Currently listening to Beautiful Ones, Suede*

I Miss. Sometimes.

I met Fonseca in Hollywood about 3 years ago. That's how long I've known N.M. - He introduced us right before the sound check. I merely knew who he was.

This song played in my head today. I was driving down Santa Monica Boulevard and thought of flowers, Colombian flowers, the most gorgeous flowers I've ever seen.

Sometimes, I miss Colombia.



R.C. (my dearest) was living across the hall from a child molester who was arrested past Friday. 'Hoyt was booked on suspicion of a felony. Hoyt, who was convicted of a sex offense in California in 1986, failed to register as a sex offender when he moved back to the state after living in Nevada and New York, Mendoza said. He did not have details on Hoyt's prior conviction.' According to the reporter at R.C.'s door, he's also being accused of raping a 13-year-old. (story here)

We miss things sometimes. How to know? When to stop and look? What to look for?

Without music life would be a mistake. -Friedrich Wilhelm Nietzsche

What's missing isn't found by looking. It'll come. I'll be open for business, 24/7.

Midnight.

Me. For Me.

Being me is not what he wanted me to be. I could have accommodated his needs. That wasn't enough.

Repeat and repeat: You are young and vivacious; go be yourself! - (this line, courtesy of a wonderful wench)

*Currently listening to The Mating Game, Bitter:Sweet*

Take That.

I wish I was this evil...

*Currently on the phone with the boss lady*

This Blog.

My Life As A Princess was anonymous. I really liked it that way. Also, I didn't allow comments. It felt like it was for me only, because I wanted to. With this blog, it's been different. I love writing here. LOVE. It makes me happy, it's effortless, I want to share it with the world, I am obviously not an anonymous character here and I allow (encourage) reader participation.

There is one thing...

As life takes different turns, I've come face-to-face with the fact that what I write here may be interpreted by readers in many different ways. Accusations are being made.

I have a decision to make. I can kill the blog and save myself the headache, or I can carry on and let each person deal with his/her issues on their own.

I must carry on. It truly is what I want to do. Freedom. Take it.

Or leave it.

Take your reading somewhere else.

Peace, ♥ and Rock&Roll.

*Currently listening to Ode to LRC, Band of Horses*

Uhm... Yeah...

*Currently listening to Glorybox, Portishead*

The Hotest Minx.

Who gets a VIP guest list for the Grand Opening of Minx Latino? BluShoppe. Why? Because I rock. Who get's to get on it? You: My lovelies... Oh yeah!

Freedom. You Have It.

Emancipate yourselves from mental slavery;
None but ourselves can free our minds.
- Bob Marley (Redemption Song)

The answers are in you. Take a moment. Think. Fly. Be free.

*Currently listening to my sister whine about some petty thing*

Latest News...

1. Former L.A. Philarmonica Violinist, Robert Korda, was finally found (dead). The search ends and sad reality sits in. Story here. When someone's gone missing, we always hold hope. But in a way, I'd take knowing what the the reality of things is instead of not knowing at all. Even if deeply sad.
2. California needs a reform. The state is falling apart. 'If legislative leaders and Gov. Arnold Schwarzenegger don't take steps to overhaul their operations, it might be done for them.' - Action! Hurray! Do something!
3. Republicans lash out on Sarah Palin. 'Since announcing her resignation, Alaska Gov. Sarah Palin has been pummeled by critics who have called her incoherent, a quitter, a joke and a "political train wreck."- I'm surprised they didn't see it coming.
4. More on Sotomayor.
5. Still nothing on Iran.
6. Micheal Jackson talk is finally slowing down. Good thing, after spending the city's money on a Memorial Service while teachers are being laid-off I say it's about time that people start acting like they should and worry about the things that make more sense. Then I hear that Mayor Villaraigosa was in disagreemnet of the public paying for anything. I say 'let them pay', they requested the memorial, cried like if MJ was their brother and created a mess... The city has more imporatnt expenses to cover. Period.
7. Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince. I. Am. So. Excited. - You're not? Bite me.

Pink Bullets

I was just bony hands as cold as a winter pole
You held a warm stone out new flowing blood to hold
Oh what a contrast you were
To the brutes in the halls
My timid young fingers held a decent animal.

Over the ramparts you tossed
The scent of your skin and some foreign flowers
Tied to a brick
Sweet as a song
The years have been short but the days were long.

Cool of a temperate breeze from dark skies to wet grass
We fell in a field it seems now a thousand summers passed
When our kite lines first crossed
We tied them into knots
And to finally fly apart
We had to cut them off.

Since then it's been a book you read in reverse
So you understand less as the pages turn
Or a movie so crass
And awkardly cast
That even I could be the star.

I don't look back as much as a rule
And all this way before murder was cool
But your memory is here and I'd like it to stay
Warm light on a winter day.

Over the ramparts you tossed
The scent of your skin and some foreign flowers
Tied to a brick
Sweet as a song
The years have been short but the days go slowly by
Two loose kites falling from the sky
Drawn to the ground and an end to flight.

-The Shins

Mondays Are For Secrets...

Let me tell you a little secret: I'm terrified of germs. I will refuse to hold hands if your hands are dirty. I don't sip from other people's straws. I don't like public pools. I take many showers. I wash my hands very often.

Is that really that bad?

*Currently listening to Digital Love, Daft Punk*

Post Secrets rock!

Just Because

There's something particularly interesting going on with the inverted frames... Me thinks...

Happy Endings

Just because you go to a place named Happy Endings, it doesn't mean the end of your evening will be happy.

Noted.

R.C. left for Las Vegas and life must go on with or without her *insert crazy laughter here* - So I'm at this place surrounded by friends and strangers and our song comes on...



I know it became our song when in Boston, every single bar/club played it at least twice. Seriously! Trust me. But why, oh why, do we actually LIKE it so much? Don't stop believing baby!

I walk into one of the bathroom stalls and the girl who had just been there left her (ugly) clutch bag behind. I was almost certain it had to be hers. I did my acrobatic thing and left, looking for her... Several hundred dollar bills were peeking through one side. I hated myself for believing in karma. I found the alcohol-tranced lady and returned her 3-season's-past-ugly-thing.

I could have been $x00s richer today. But who cares, I did the right thing. I'm proud of myself.

Mantra, mantra: Do good, always. Yim hem bababa, tik tik tok. Ha, ha. *wiggle/smile*

End of my evening: Lame.

This is why I'm hot!

This One...

Reminds me of him. He used to sing it from the top of his lungs. I could hear him from the other room. If caught by me, in the middle of his solo act, he'd smile sheepishly, as if embarrassed by his guilty pleasure.

I sing this song, at the top of my lungs. Never as a solo act. But if I catch it anywhere, I'll sing-along. Sing-along and think of him.

Royal Understanding

Ethel: 'How long have you been a smoker?'
Margot: '22 years.'
Ethel: 'Well, I think you should quit.'

At first glance it was nothing. I mean, the first time I watched The Royal Tenenbaums. I watched it again last night and it was very different. A second look into things can give you a different perspective.

To begin with, the cast in this film is superb. I also understand now why when I first saw this movie I didn't think much of it: I didn't 'get' it. I didn't understand that type of humor. I didn't understand the underlying theme. A lack of functionality worked for them. It worked, even through pain and what was lost: The possibility of well-rounded success. I didn't enjoy it then because I didn't understand how disillusion could be portrayed with humor. Back then, it just didn't click. The characters are so well defined and unique. It's a brilliant film. I was blown away.

I'm so happy I watched it again.

And like with other first impressions, I have realized that sometimes taking a second look at things is a good time spent. Even if what you discovered is crap. At least you'll know what it really is.

*Currently listening to Don't Be Shy, The Libertines*

Put A Smile On Me.

Random Musings

• R.C. wants for the clock to hit 12:34:56 on 07/08/09. (I think that's when we're supposed to take over the world)
• James thinks i.Saw is possibly the coolest computer accessory you can get. (I have no clue what it is)
• Mauro had his first espresso today. (I can't believe this)
• Jeff thinks the coolest Muppet is Gonzo. (Gosh, I luv Jeff)
• Mayela loves that her Calla Lilly plant is growing so fast! Ah! I'm so happy! (She's so cute)
• Avery quoted O.W. - “Be yourself; everyone else is already taken." (Cool beans)

I'm easily entertained...

*Currently listening to You Make Loving Fun, Fleetwood Mac*

How Logical.

I swear, I must have been a hippie in my past life...

The Passage

For the Baha'is, death is regarded as a 'messenger of joy' for the deceased. Baha'i dead must be buried within an hour's travel distance from the place of death. Baha'is do not embalm or cremate their dead. The dead body is washed and wrapped in a shroud. Baha'is are often buried wearing a Baha'i burial ring. The only ceremonial requirement of a funeral is the recitation of the Prayer for the Dead.

In Buddhism, death of the physical body is certain, but only a part of an ongoing process of re-incarnation until one receives enlightenment. Buddhists cremate the bodies of their dead. The first seven days after death are the most important for final and funereal prayer. Prayers are said weekly, during a 49-day funeral period.

Catholics see death as a passage from this life to the new, everlasting life promised by Christ.
The Catholic funeral service is called the Mass of the Resurrection. Eulogies are not allowed during the funeral mass, but may be delivered at a wake or other non-religious ceremony. There is also a final graveside farewell, and additional traditions depending on the region.

Eastern Orthodox Christians believe believe death is a necessary consequence of human life, due to original sin. Death is necessary to achieve everlasting life. The Eastern Orthodox hold a special vigil over the dead called the parastasis or panikhida, as a time of contemplation on death. The funeral service includes hymns, chants, and bible readings.

Hindus believe death is part of the continuing cycle of birth, life, death, and rebirth. The soul of the dead transfers to another body after death. Hindus generally cremate their dead. In preparation for cremation, the body is bathed, laid in a coffin, adorned with sandalwood paste and garlands, and wrapped in white cloth. In the cremation ceremony, the body is carried three times counterclockwise around the pyre, then placed upon it. The chief mourner hits the cremation switch. The days of mourning are considered a time of ritual impurity. Mourners cover all religious pictures in the house and do not attend festivals or visit swamis or take part in marriage ceremonies. Mourning period length varies, though Hindu scriptures caution against excessive mourning.

Muslims believe that there is another world after death for which the believer should prepare during their lives on earth. The corpse is bathed, wrapped in a plain cloth (called a kafan). The deceased is buried in the ground after the funeral service. Only burial in the ground is allowed according to Shari' ah (Islamic law). Mourners gather and offer Janazah, prayers for the forgiveness of the deceased. Once the body is buried, Muslim mourners offer one final Janazah prayer.

Jews believe death in this life will eventually lead to resurrection in a world to come. The dead are buried as soon as possible. The body is washed to purify it, dressed in a plain linen shroud. The casket, a plain wooden coffin, remains closed after the body is dressed. The body is watched over from time of death till burial, as a sign of respect. The kaddish, a prayer in honor of the dead, is said. There is an intense seven-day mourning period, called shiva, following the burial. Mourners traditionally rent their garments as a symbol of grief. Today, people often wear a black ribbon.

(BeliefNet)

In America, the deseased is paraded through town, taken to a concert and hundreds and hundreds of people cry swearing they will never forget how wonderful this person was...

Seriously.

Not So Cool...

I hate it when I find an awesome video to share here and 'embedding is disabled by request'. I ♥ Calvin Harris, I love The Girls, all of them *wink*.

Also, on the VERY cool category, my dear Brad aka Cheeks, posted his version of a 'sex tape' on YouTube and it was banned and removed creating fun gossip and controversy.You can view it here. I think it's awesome. Honestly, the best sex video I've EVER seen. Go Cheeks!

Note to Some: If you have anything in my car, anything that you may have left behind, in those 'oh, I'll get it later' moments. Stuff like boots, mini skirts, cds, swim trunks, beach stuff, lighters, the International booklet for love and peace, yes, all that I consider crap since it's not mine, well, please know that I have moved all of it to my trunk and I will be donating it to charity by Friday. Contact me if you want your things back. And yes, I love you, but I'm not a storage unit.

*currently listening to Electro Man, Calvin Harris*

The Things I Have Lost.

I have lost a set of keys. One opens my mail box. The second opens the door to a lobby and the third the door to a house where a bunny awaits to be fed by me. If the keys are not at the very last place I can think of, I will be calling a locksmith. I keep thinking the answer is somewhere in my head. I keep searching. Where did I place them?

I have lost all patience. When I hear bullshit I just want to shut it out. I used to be able to go along with it. Indulge you in your delusions. It wasn't hard to do. Now I feel I just can't. I keep hoping to find that quiet place where I can enjoy your voice again.

I have lost a little bit of myself trying to figure things out. I was trying to find myself and I got lost on the way. It hit me, suddenly. And here I sit knowing where to go. Not so lost anymore.

*Currently listening to Hotel Song, Regina Spektor*

That's The Way...

I like it.

3 super cool events in one week. I do have a very fun life.

Lucha VaVoom was a lot of fun. I screamed my lungs out, my favorite wrestlers are 'los gallos', called by the very Anglo commenter: the chickens. Should be the roosters. Oh well. Then there was Cirque Bizerk. I told R.C. we should quit our jobs and join the circus. This was AMAZING. It's like Rocky Horror Picture show meets Cirque du Soliele on acid. It was mesmerizing, cheeky, dark, twisted and extremely entertaining. I caught a glimpse of Dave's face a couple of times, he's mouth was sort of wide open... And last but not least, Quatro de Awesomeness... This was insane! Human firecrackers, live food platters, my lovely R.C. as Wonder Woman and lube wrestling... Music, drinks, art, badass people and me. It was the most awesome of all the awesomes, now I feel like I may need a full day of just sleep... But no, I'm in no way complaining...

Time For An Anouncement - Collaboration Tuesdays (July 7th, 7pm)

Started in the Brewery Arts Complex 2006, the Collaboration Project brings together people looking to exchange thoughts, bounce ideas around, organize projects, and network with others looking to do more than just transmute oxygen. We bring together artists, entrepreneurs, business professionals, scientists, filmmakers, tech types, promoters, musicians, financiers, worker bees, and creative sorts of all variety. From this wide mix of talent, skills, and experience people can let their ideas blossom.

This Tuesday (July 7th) will be a Collab film festival, so for all you film types, this is your night. Because our last film festival night was so packed full of collaborators, we're opening up the third floor lounge to have a special screening. We have a great line-up of shorts and videos to share, discuss, and critique.

We'll have break away periods and a chance for everyone to meet and find collaborators. Adam will be up in the 3rd floor lounge screening some special movies. We might still have room to fit in a short or two in the downstairs theater, so please bring along something you'd like to screen and look for me and David to be put on the schedule.

And then there will be me- knowing nothing about film- collaborating with anyone who also isn't interested in film. So even if film isn't your forte, stop by to talk with me. We can design soap box derby racers and talk about ninjas and plot misdeeds.

- Kevin (Collaboration Project)

So peeps, I'll be there. Collaboration has become one of my favorite L.A. networking movements for the creative mind, even if you're not too creative, like me. If you have any questions, contact Kevin through the link above or just let me know.

Besos and a treat...

Not Kidding Around.

I played with a child the other day. I think it was on Thursday. We sat at her grand piano and she played some tunes for me, I played some for her. We giggled at our mistakes and she tickled me when I was doing very, very well. She wanted to be the best. She is.

I admire the simplicity that children carry with them. At what point do we lose ourselves? I wouldn't want the drama that comes with being a teenager. I like what I know now. But at what price?

I've been told I'm an over-grown child at times. I'm not really over-grown, I'm barely 5 foot 3. Well, children don't have the breasts I do. I guess that's probably what it is. But yeah, I do like to just indulge in the more simpler things. I like to play games and laugh for no reason. I think everything is good enough, could be better, but definitely could be much worst. I'm just very blessed. It is simple.

Americans are children. In many ways. They believe they are protected, that nothing will ever happen to them. Look at 9/11, oh the shock! It is simple. And when things are a bit on the down side, it's a tragedy. 'Oh, the economy', well try living in a town with no drinking water or schools for your children. Americans are spoiled little brats. Children indeed.

Happy 4th to America. I'll leave the politics (and religion) for the truly jaded. Let's think of what made us happy as children and make it a stupendous place for the adults we are today.

Besos.

*Currently listening to Amara snore, it's her nap time*

Yes It Is - Because I Say So.

Buon giorno!

I tend to listen and then act if I feel like it, eventually. Such was the case with Pandora, I was told about it, I was urged to check it out, 'you're going to love it', they said. Eventually I did check it out... So much love from me to P. So much.

They claim it's a 'new kind of radio'. Yes. It really is. The Genome Music Project is an amazing musical algorithm. In fact, it's pure genius. Something about many, many musicians, genes, categorization, analysis...

Now, I'd tell you all about it but I must go. Maybe later? No, here, read it yourself! And - CHECK IT OUT! It's awesomeness at its best!

Besitos!

*Currently listening to my phone go off, it's 7:30, I'm late*

Tough Love.

I heard your voice before I ever spoke to you. I know your eyes and I've never looked into them.

I keep hearing it. That love is supposed to hurt. That love hurts so much. That's not LOVE.

Perhaps you're just a masochist.
Perhaps you're floating on with the rest of the people who were once hurt or stepped all over and automatically assumed 'hey, maybe this is the way it's supposed to be'.

It's not supposed to hurt. It's supposed to feel very, very good. Stop, re-evaluate. Go back to the beginning.

Do you realize?
I'll offer some answers... You do know what you want. You do know what you need. You do know what you lack. It doesn't need to be what you now think it should be. It's okay. Everything will be alright.

And now, a little kiss..



*PS: And yeah, I played 'might tell you tonight' (Scissor Sisters) in my car, over and over again, most of the day today. Until...