Sick Sucks

I had the weirdest illness before the weekend, it started Wednesday night. I started to get cold and my body began to ache, all of my joints started hurting very bad. I tried falling asleep and it just wasn't working, I did this for about an hour and a half. Body still ached and the shacking wouldn't go away. Thursday morning I wake up with only a headache and I think to myself OK it's gone, I drive to work and the whole thing starts again. I go to save-on and get something to make me feel better and it's starts to make me drowsy. I show up to work and I tell the boss that I can't be on the phones today because I'm sick, in the end I go home and sleep/rest for two days. The weirdest thing about this is that I had no other symptoms like a runny nose, but now that I remember I did have a fever. Well it's over and I'm glad it's done. I couldn't do shitt for two days which sucked, but oh well that's life.

The Weekend

Friday I flew solo for the evening, went down to Hollywood to visit Lupita and got my hair chopped. Hvnly and DJ were visiting Dodger Stadium, Dodgers lost 9-0, I heard it was disappointing but they had lots of fun. Saturday morning we ran around town getting tables and chairs, beer and distilled spirits, all in preparation for Hvnly’s Weenie Roast. It was good times, friends and loved ones arrived “fashionably late” and we had Frank-E spinning some tunes. There is always good food served at our joints, we had burgers, hotlinks, chorizo; food was so good we need to do this again., probably this upcoming holiday. Sunday Hvnly and I chilled most of the day and in the evening we were heading to Westside. That night we had tickets to see Sweet And Tender Hooligans, they put on a great show, the line-up had everything from the most recent Morrissey album to The Smith tracks. I am definitely seeing this band again they played everything you will never hear Morrissey play. After the show we drove down to Melrose and Highland, that special place called pinks, we took it easy and just ordered chili-cheese-fries.

Miss World

This picture was on yahoo last week, and the caption was "Miss World, poses for the camera at the Canne Film Festival" All I can see is her tits, I can't see her face at all, is this the reason she won the "Miss World" pageant?

Wednesday

Compadre que onda, what’s up with tonight? Hey compa ya mero llegas, I’m ready? That was Rick on the phone, after two phone calls to my cell I knew he was like a “novia de rancho, vestida y alborotada”. I’ll come back to my Star Wars EP3 story in a moment. I went to Pasadena early Wednesday and stopped by the CalTech credit union and after a withdrawal there I had drove down the street to Wescom for a deposit. I woke up a bit late and I hadn’t had breakfast it was now 12:45 pm and I needed to grab a bite. I was driving down Colorado Blvd when I saw Hooters flashing me to go inside, yes Hooters the restaurant, not a pair. Parked The Lizzie and I walked up to Hooters, ordered me a black and tan, it was like my glass of milk early in my day, and my pancakes were ten pieces of fried chicken. Watched the Dodger game (lost 8-3) and flied down to LAX to pick up the Queen Alicia; which I was excited to see since I wasn’t around her for 3 ½ days. Talked about her Nana and how the flight, funeral, and bus trip went going down to Messico. I wanted to make her feel better so I took her to our favorite sushi place, Sushi Samurai. Fast forward to Rick my compa, calling me on the cell phone to hurry so we can drive down and watch the premiere of Star Wars EP3, Revenge of the Sith. It’s a great experience to go and see the movie with all the Star Wars geeks, because everyone appreciates the movie; we’ve all grown to love SW and you can see everyone’s excitement once we were let in the theater. I give the movie two thumbs up and five light sabres. Hope you all can make your way and see the movie, even if you are not a fan.

Thought Of You All Day

I got the phone call this morning and I was sad to hear you crying and to know you were in pain. I'm starting to write this late Sunday night and I'm starting to cry a bit, I guess now that I start to put words together it has finally hit me. This whole day I’ve thought about you, how strong you are and how I wish I can be with you to help you go through this; to be by your side, hold your hand and give you hugs and say something to your ear to comfort you. I can’t think of the last time I felt sadness and this void, sadness from your loss and void because you are not here next to me, I shouldn’t feel this way but it tears me apart to know what you are going through, it’s not a good feeling. I started to think of what you told me your gramma use to say, “es mi novio!”, “le voy a decir a Omar que te portas mal conmigo!” As I write this my face begins to smile, she was very cute and I told Desiree that your gramma was ill, I didn’t tell her of her death; her response was “Oh yea I remember her, she gave me my earings.” I watched The Contender and I just thought about you jumping up and down, going crazy yelling GO PETAH! I can’t tell you who won, so I’ll wait for you to watch it so we can talk about it. I MISS YOU and I hope to see your face soon so I can hold you in my arms for a long time until you want to let go.

NPR

Listening to NPR is so “cool” for lack of “me” using a better word, lol, that it keeps me informed on world issues. I can’t think of the last time I watched the local news, is it wrong that I don’t care?…“Murder today, a rape on the streets of Los Angeles, a car chase ends in tragedy, all tonight at 5pm.” I think this is the reason why I don’t tune to watch the local news, I much rather hear about a car bombing in Iraq, or hear that there were protest in Uzbekistan and protesters were killed by police. Isn’t it ironic? It’s not that I don’t care what happens in Los Angeles, but maybe subconsciously I just want to believe that these things aren’t happening around me, after all it’s not a great story to hear. I much rather hear that today the art world has found 32 unknown paintings by the late Jackson Pollock, stored in a Long Island storage, than hear there’s been shootings on freeways. You may say I’m a dreamer, to quote John Lennon, but that might be what keeps me going, and it might not be what works for you. I always imagine how great my life would be if I were ignorant and didn’t know what current events my immediate world was going through; Ignorance is truly bliss, the less you know the less you worry about.

DM

Driving Home on Sunday afternoon I found myself listening to “Fashion Telegram” commonly known as Depeche Mode, there best album IMHO, Violator. This is an album that is 15 years old, it came out in 1990; I was only 13 years old when I noticed the greatness of the album. Track two is somewhat slow compared to the rest of the 9 songs, but it still manages to wake up the soul in my body. I can close my eyes and think of "Popi's" little me listening to this tape in Ameca, I brought it back after my brother Martin had recorded it for me. I had a walkman and it was probably my only tape that never stopped playing, unless the battery died of course. I had the pleasure of meeting David Gahan when they were on Holiday in Santa Barbara. Santa Barbara is the same place where they recorded there album called Exciter.; They are currenly there recording there new album, tentatively scheduled for an autumn release.


Here are the lyrics for track two, the Sweetest Perfection.

The sweetest perfection
To call my own
The slightest correction
Couldn't finely hone
The sweetest infectionOf body and mind
Sweetest injection
Of any kind

I stop and I stare too much
Afraid that I care too much
And I hardly dare to touch
For fear that the spell may be broken

When I need a drug in me
And it brings out the thug in me
Feel something tugging me
Then I want the real thing not tokens

The sweetest perfection...
Things you'd expect to be
Having effect on me
Pass undetectedly
But everyone knows what has got me

Takes me completely
Touches so sweetly
Reaches so deeply
I know that nothing can stop me

Sweetest perfection
An offer was made
An assorted collection
But I wouldn't trade

The sweetest perfection...

Takes me completely
Touches so sweetly
Reaches so deeply
Nothing can stop me

Why Angelina Broke My Heart

I first saw you on this cheesy movie called Firefox, I ran into you again when I saw you in Hackers. Those always noticeable and sexy famous lips, the characters full of rebellion and aggression. Gia blew me away and I didn’t know it then, but everyone started talking about your history, your similarity to Gia’s character; the broken home and the early marriage to Jonny Lee Miller, there was pain there. I found myself plastering your image all over my desk, knowing little things about your life, and now I’m distant. You married Billy Bob Thornton, how can I ever forget that. Billy and Angelina, you were all over town, kissing and hugging each other making headlines constantly. Why did you tattoo his name on your arm? You were Good Will Ambassador for the UN and were involved with various charities, I applaud you for that. I saw you and little Maddox on this months issue of Vanity Fair, that little boy is a cutie. I hope you regain popularity with me, I know it’s not your fault, but the choice of movies and you being all over the print media and TV is not favoring you.

Zombie

I was driving to work and I heard Howard Stern play a song from The Cranberries, Zombie. It took me back to High School a time when I didn’t care much for anything with a guitar sound, STP being the exception of course. I just thought I’d jot down part of the lyrics and tell you about a blog that I read every once in a while, this song reminded me of it. I read a soldiers blog A Day In Iraq, it brings insight to what soldiers are going through in Iraq. I look forward to reading his posts because it connects me to this person in some weird way, whenever he updates his blog it lets us, the readers, know that he is alive and well, which is a great thing. I support the war on terror, but with Iraq, it's a grave situation and I just hope we get out of there soon. I will never be sold on the fact that soldiers fighting on foreign soil are “protecting my freedom”. Tracking these individuals and not letting them into our country to avoid another disaster is ok, I'm all for it. Yes, counterterrorism and special operations throughout the world that help determine the whereabouts and leads to a capture of a head of terrorist cells is understandable; but when we go and invade a country like Iraq and we determine that there no WMD’s, I can’t stand and cheer in support.


The Cranberries
~Zombie~

But you see it's not me,
it's not my family
In your head, in your
head they are fighting
With their tanks and their bombs
And their bombs and their guns
In your head in your head,
in your head they are cryin'
In your head
Zombie
What's in your head, in your head
Zombie

The Date

Friday night I had a hot date with my Heavenly Love Alicia, we were to have dinner and a movie. Every once in a while we have a date and enjoy each others company. We don’t have dull moments in our relationship but these dates are about spending time with each other, sit across from another and make it a point to have a good conversation. Holding hands throughout the night, a hug, a kiss, these are reminders that our love is strong and having dates will keep our romance stay alive and fresh. We drove to Yang Chow’s in Pasadena to treat our palates with some delicious slippery shrimp and Szechwan beef. During dinner we conversed, shared thoughts and talked about several things. We were going to the movies with the intentions of watching "The Ballad Of Jack & Rose", but had to settle for the The Interpreter, which was a sideway thumb for me. After the movie I dropped off the Queen and ventured on home.