Sushi

Had some sushi for lunch today, I was over by the shopping center near the old building where I worked before. I had gone to purchase some stamps at the liquor store but they had none, and I saw the sign for California Sushi Roll, now I've had there stuff before but haven't been impressed. I decided to go in there once more and just order something I haven't had from them. I ordered the Hungry Roll, which is a Spicy Tuna Tempura roll and man was it big, so big it had to be cut in half, it's good for two people to share it and get full. I had an unagi avocado roll but it was lame, soda and miso soup, meal was under $20. The hungry roll will definitely be on my mind next time I go there, I'm giving them a chance. I can't help but think that $20 is hell of a lot of money for lunch, but if you were to talk to Rachel Ray she'd be hella happy since I'm only at half of my $40 p/day budget, lol. I do want to mention Sushi Samurai because they kick ass and it's my personal favorite, Jim will hook it up and he always makes sure I get the best Toro, and if you like sushi and never ever had Toro, it's worth the market price.

I need to get me one of these for xmas one day.

Coffeee & Smiths

I write to you today as the fragrance of espresso roast fills the air and The Smiths hit the airwaves. I’ll let you think of it for a moment, for it’s a great smell and sound; A great smell and sound indeed, especially when it surrounds your desk area with a great scent, what can you say about the sound? It’s The Smiths there awesome!. I drove to work listening to The Smiths (I never get tired of listening to there “Best Of” CD), got to work and set up my new coffee maker, brewed a cup and listened to The Smiths.

Two Minutes

I have two minutes to spare so I'll write something real quick. I won $10 through an incentive at work, and I got paid all in $1's. This might be an opportunity for me to go and support the single mothers union, the naked womens shelter; you guys know what I'm talking about. HOLLAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!

My Week

I failed to come by and update my page for a week now, feels weird since it’s been an outlet for my thoughts. It’s hard to go back and think of the random thoughts that I scribble down throughout the day to write down on my memoir. Due to the fact that I was in training most of the week and didn't find myself in front of a computer, I didn’t do much thinking for thoughts for my blog, but here is how I can sum up my week…

“Better than most, not as good as some”.

Miss You

One week since I’ve seen you
One week since I’ve kissed you
One week since we’ve touched
One week… I’ve had enough!

I want you, I can’t see you
I cry your name but no reply
Just want you near me
Here by my side

The perfume from your body
The laughter and cheer
That’s what I miss much
That’s what I miss dear

We Beat Them Again

The blue came back, scoring 4 runs in the bottom of the 9th.
Here is the scoreboard. YOU STILL SUCK BARRY!

The Radio

Heard a call on the radio station the other day, A guy was telling a girl, "All men are the same, we just want to be with hotter women, and we are always going to want someone who looks better and younger than you are, because we want to hit that" the girl of course objected, "my husband is not like that!", the guy said "sure he is, he just doesn't tell you!" I changed the station and I start listening to music, I hear Rich talk to me and ask me some stuff, and I respond with "yea", I'm completely tuning him out and I'm trying to understand if I fit the description of what the caller was describing. I’m driving home and I’m thinking to myself, have I ever thought like this? Do girls think like this? Do you fantasize? I’m sure we all admire beauty, but what makes everyone different is our approach, your level of maturity. There are times when you hang out with your friends and you say, “Damn, look at that!” Other times you can be talking about how good an actress or singer looks, and everyone is like hell yea “I’ll do her”, but it will never happen. Outside of me joking around with my friends, yes I admire beauty and there will always be someone that will look better than the next, your girlfriend, boyfriend and yourself; but what makes a relationship great is the trust, the love and the experience of growing and understanding one another, that’s what eventually maturity will lead you to. Every single experience molds you to who you are today, good or bad. Explaining the answer to myself has helped me determine where I stand.

My Blue

The season started yesterday and it looked promising, we lost on errors but the pitchers on both sides (LA & SF) brought there A game. Schmidt settled down after being touched for two early runs, including a solo homer from Lil' Cesar Izturis. Lowe had a good outing until a couple of walks and some errors helped the Giants get ahead on the scoreboard. We looked great tonight, we racked the bullpen for 10, I just hope that these new guys play there hearts out on the field. Good night for now, and GO YOU FUCKEN DODGERS!

Downtown

I miss my camera. I was going through my pictures and I saw this picture I took at night, it's in Downtown LA. Every time I go there I always look at things and then I say to myself that would be a cool picture, I like how cars waiting at the light and people crossing the street looks. An abandoned building, a weather beaten building showing it's age, a window display. I need to get one soon, and need to get my dark room ready, I have most of the items ready to go, just need the camera. Soon I will post pictures... soon.

The Pregunta

I just came home from playing poker at Felipe's house, I lost $2, it was good to play call your own. The night was scheduled on a Saturday which is rare, but it was a special occasion according to Felipe, he said it was our second anniversary of poker night when he sent out the text, lol. I don’t think one person acknowledged it when we started playing.


I read about three pages from a book called "Drink Cultura", can't remember the author but he grew up in Texas and stated his family lived in Juarez, Chihuahua. I'm writing about the book because the pages I read hit close to home, a radio station in Mexico asked the author, "Do you write as a Mexican or a Gringo?" I think about this question and ask myself, do I "think" or "live" like a Mexican or a Gringo? It's a hard question to answer since I was born here and lived in Mexico for most of my young days and part of my early teen age. As I think about the question I think about numerous things; how my life has changed because I live in the US, how my kids will not think or be the same as me. Having lived in Mexico was a great experience for me, I learned about the Conquista, Diego Rivera, Miguel Hidalgo, Zapata, Villa, Porfirio Diaz, la Malinche, La Guerra de los pasteles, literatura espanola, el Argentino Jorge Luis Borges, el Chileno Pable Neruda, el Espanol Federico Garcia Lorca, and what many consider Mexican Independence, "Cinco De Mayo". In the US I learned about Hemingway, Poe, the declaration of Independence, how the west was lost, Pavlov and the “conditioned reflex”, slavery, and most importantly I have experienced Capitalism first hand. I have listed so many things that perhaps are pointless, but because of those things I have a point of view from both sides of the border. I think about my daughter and future kids, how they will not know what it's like to be or to understand that part of me, to have lived there and seen poverty, to grow up with living next to familes of 10 and all are living in a two bedroom house. Visiting la abuela and have her give you a toston, your mother to give you la bendicion. With all that said, I am Mexican and Gringo when I see it to work in my advantage. Many of my friend’s parents are Mexican and they were born here, do they consider themselves Mexican or Gringos? I'm Mexican when we play the US soccer team, I'm Gringo when we compete in the Olympics, I'm Mexican when I hear the national anthem, it makes me feel that I have "el corazon en la mano", and I'm a gringo when I cross the border... US citizen sir! I love my Gringo freedom and all the luxuries it has afforded me. My lifestyle now is not one of a Mexican at all, I speak spanish at work and at home not a word is spoken unless my parents are over. I can say that you dont have to live like one to be one, but everything I do is very american. Most of the music I listen to is in English, rock, r&b, etc. etc. If I keep typing I might convince you that I'm lost, or that I have an identity issue. I rambled on and perhaps didn't make one valid point, but it's good to know que puedo gritar "Viva Mexico Cabrones!" and to know that if I chant UUUU S A, UUUU S AAAAAAAA! Either one will make me feel good.

Sad News

News agencies are reporting that the Pope has died, the Vatican is denying his death; either way, sad day for catholics around the world. El canto de todos los mexicanos... "Juan Pablo Segundo, Lo Quiere Todo El Mundo"


I've been reading the Da Vinci Code for several months and I just can't finish the damn book, don't get me wrong, it's a great story but I just can't get to the end. Reading the book makes me understand how the book has pissed off so many people, Opus Dei, Catholics, Christians, and everyone who associates themselves with the man. It's a great story, it's science fiction but it's written so well that some of the information "is" and other appears to be historical fact. The book makes you go mad (crazy in a good way, makes the wheel inside my brain turn) about the information it gives you. You wonder, and then you tell yourself... "it all makes sense", but then I stop to think... "this is exactly what the author wants me to do"... delve into and think that it's fact, he does a great job.


Lately I've been thinking about going to Japan, and YES I WILL TAKE YOU WITH ME! I think about learning the language, and how it would be a very interesting place to visit and even live. To sit in the subway, and be with millions of people and not a word being muttered. To be in Japans old capital, Kyoto, and to be in Tokyo, the east's NY City, that would be so much fun and best of all the geat pictures I can take. "Some day" like my dad used to tell me when I was younger, all I can do now is hope that I visit the Orient and Europe later.


~Cool Lyrics From B-Movie~
every night, every day
in that all old familiar light
you hang up when i call you at home.
and i try to get through
ant i try to talk to you
but theres something stopping me from getting through.