Minute by Minute

One minute you are in your room in California, surfing the net.

The next minute you are in Iran with your parents, in their new car, passing through a tunnel.

The next minute you are back in your room in California surfing the net again, looking at photos of Iran, wondering where these minutes go...and also wondering when can man finally teleport to any point in time and space as he wishes.

And this is how life unfolds, minute by minute.

CAM is a Republican but we can be friends

CAM is short, I mean she is shorter than me which makes her real short. And she takes off her shoes in the office, which makes her even shorter.

She is a white blondie with big blue eyes. At the age of 38, married with two children, I can still see her as a little blond blue-eyed cute girl, riding her bicycle, curious about the world, growing up with real American values, whatever they were those days.

CAM is a Republican and she voted for McPain. (I am so happy I began to work in the same office as her after the elections are over so we don't have to discuss this issue anymore...)

CAM is nice. She is authentic and simple. She is a great lawyer, coming from a big firm, paying close attention to details, making sure she follows every rule under the code. She practices in a very lawyerly manner. She asked me if I know Judge Greene in LA? She is scared to appear before him or her.

I don't know Judge Greene but I know he or she is a human just like us, was in love before probably, has lost a loved one, gets hungry and does defecate regularly (hopefully). That makes the fear go away, knowing how much we have in common with Judge Greene.

You see, we are all one and the same. (Why is this so hard to grasp?)

CAM and I are very different though. I practice my own way and break every rule possible under the code, until of course I can't anymore. And no one scares me, not Judge Greene, not even Dick Cheney.(That by itself is a scary concept.)

Despite all this, I think we will be good colleagues. We still need nice lawyers like her around.

Strange things

I recently received an award for being "most calm and most legal" member of Common Ground Spritual Community!

Nothing is further than truth. They don't see and hear what's happening in my head and think I am calm. Appearantly, I can hide it well. And "most legal"? My God, they have not seen legal. I guess everything is relative.

I do accept the award though as is.

The boy who wore Coolwater

He used to wear Coolwater. And we danced well together. He was also afraid of mice.

He wore a suit to my grandpa's funeral. My grandpa had given him a red tie once as a gift. My grandpa liked him.

But my parents disapproved of him. They told me he won't make me happy; they said I could do better. Their voice stayed in my head and we went apart.

Yesterday, my mom says, "Oh, he was such a nice guy, you should have married him!"

What is a girl to do?

18 years in America, politically speaking

8 years of W.,

8 years of Billy,

and 2 years of Senior B. but I didn't speak English for the first two years, so they don't really count.

And now, moving right on...to Hussien. It only took 18 years to elect a president whose name sounds homey!

Not bad.

Water and Blue states...

http://vote.sos.ca.gov/Returns/pres/map010000000000.htm

There is something about being close to water that makes a voter more liberal. It may be that water equals peace, freedom and elasticity? Who knows but there sure is a correlation between being stuck in the middle of no where and being a red neck.

Oops, did I say red neck? or is it red-neck? maybe redneck?

Things to do when you can't fall asleep

1. Meditate,focus on your breathing...

2. When meditation fails, then masturbate. Have orgasms, not one, not two but three...

3. Read something inspiring but then realize that makes you even more energized and unsleepy

4. Have milk and cookies

5. Blog about being unable to sleep

My theory on how we came down with this economic crisis

I spent $44.45 on Halloween stuff this year, which I never used since no one wanted to go out--again. It seems like I am a loner when it comes to Halloween and I should just give up. OR, I should change the people I hang out with.

The bag will go into the donation box amongst other things as usual. Maybe some homeless kids will want to use some random silver hats and face paint one day to make a statement about their homelessness.

And that is how our money gets wasted in this world. One by one, we spend the money on random unwanted things and then we wonder why we have hit a global economic crisis.

Lord help us.

Are you there, Lord? Jesus? Some Great Loving Spirit? or Horton for that matter?

November 4th, 2008

The morning of election it rained.

The rain cleared all the smog, the dirt, the mold and the evil that had built up over time.

The clouds went away, the sky was crystal blue and the warm sun said good morning to people.

Then God smiled because a new leader was being born.

Thus, a new era began.

How to Undo a Friendship

Sometimes you can end a friendship with integrity, communicating your feelings and reasons that you are now going your own separate way, listening, and even leaving room for a rebuttal.

Other times, you just end the friendship. Simple and cold turkey.

As far as I am concerned, you should choose whichever way that works for you.

Lunch with Mamani

She has invited us for lunch but when she calls to confirm, she says, "See you for dinner tomorrow."

"No, you said lunch Mamani!" I remind her, first calmly but then have to raise my voice a bit since she insists that it's dinner. After going back and forth for a while, she decides to double-check with my uncle and call me back. Ten minutes pass and the phone rings. When I pick up, I hear her crying. "What happened?" I ask her worried. "It was lunch, as you said...I am forgetting everything these days." She continues to cry.

I try to calm her down. Tell her that her forgetting things--aka Stage II Alzheimer's Disease-- is not as bad as she thinks. Honestly, no one really knows how bad Alzheimer can get. Sure they can scan the brain and get all kinds of colored photos, but no one is in their head, if you know what I mean. Anyway, I attempt to remind her that other than her forgetting problem, she is pretty healthy, well, she is anyway for being eighty.

Knock on wood...

The next day, I wear my dark colored lipstick for lunch at her house, the one I usually wear for going out. When we arrive, she notices the lipstick right away and makes a comment while I am still standing in her doorway. In fact, she complains to my sister," look at her, she looks so pretty with lipstick but never wears it to my house!"

"I don't wear make up that much Mamani," I respond in my defense. Well, I do wear it now on Wednesday nights to class, just in case he comes to class.

As always, she has a come-back," Az alan, you want to be boring? what will you do when you are my age?"

"I won't get to your age," I think it to myself but don't say anything to her. No one in my generation will. Not with global warming and all these other atrocities in this world. And not if Obama doesn't win...that's it, the man is even responsible for my dying early or not. After all, he has been called a Savior, the Second Coming of Christ, among other things.

These days, even the topic of lipstick can become political.

I have taken two topperwares to her house to get food. When my brother gets there, he has four of them: two of Mamani's from last time she gave food and two new ones. I can't help it but be embarrassed. At the age of eighty, she is still feeding us at least once a week, with packed food to go after we eat.

And she is still wearing lipstick everyday--something she does NOT forget to do.

What would I be like at her age, if I get there, that is?