where am I?
Work has been consuming me.
Not really.
I get a kick out of my daily interactions with all kinds of people.
Yesterday this lady told me I was lazy because I didn't have my nails done.
They were painted red, but the paint had been chipping, I like it when the paint in my fingernails chips, it's some sort of physical in-my-face evidence of all the wonderful things I do with my hands.
Some people are so rude, it's not even offensive, it's actually wildly amusing.
I'm even more amused at how I react every time.
A couple of costumers have asked me "when the baby is due?"
Mothafucka I ain't pregnant!
I don't say that, I just stare at them blankly for about 2 seconds and ask, "What baby? The Chinese food baby? It's due sometime around this evening, maybe tomorrow morning."
"...I'm sorry I thought you were pregnant."
"No, ma'am I am just fat."
Total shock in her face.
It's not everyday a woman says she's fat.
Not a big deal to me.
The triggering part is how these people think they have a right to ask about/comment on my reproductive status/lining of my uterus.
"Why are you being such a bitch, you on the rag?"
"I don't need to be on my period to be a bitch, hun."
Yikes, mind your own beeswax. My uterus, not yours. Don't ask questions. Stick to business.
I've been reading "We Got Issues" which was put together by Rha Goddess and J-Love Calderon.
It is an AMAZING, empowering book. Totally digging it. I also sometimes flip through a Carmen Lomas Garza book I found at the Illiad over in North Hollywood called "Piece of My Heart/Pedacito the Mi Corazon." Her art is so real.
Here is one of her pieces titled "La Posada"
This particular image reminds me of a certain part of my childhood. They had me play/dress up as the virgin Mary and the whole community want from house to house asking for "posada" (in celebration of Christmas and how a pregnant Mary and Joseph went from house to house asking for a place to stay for the night).
Although my cynicism towards Catholicism and the hypocrisy that I witnessed among members of the church, I highly value our traditions, and seeing them in a work of art makes them real, and somehow validates a lot of these cultural traditions of ours.
In other words, her artwork is beautiful and it brings a sense of warmth and comfort to my soul.
My schedule this week is perfect.
I get out at 4pm which means I can make it to yoga. It takes a great amount of effort to not giggle every time someone lets out a fart.
Why is farting funny?
Yoga is amazing. I challenge myself to achieve the poses perfectly. It is doing amazing things to my relaxation.
Although this morning, I realized it's also doing amazing things for my body strength.
I have never been so sore in my life. I can barely move.
Yikes.
What else is new?
the Chicana/o Studies Masters Program director from CSUN called.
It feels good to be academically wanted.
I'm going to apply for fall 2011.
Is it too early to begin prepping for GREs?
Who wants to read my statement of purpose?
So on my last trip to LA this dude outside of Amoeba handed me this flier which was about a celebration for Obama's First Year of Presidency.
I recycled it as a bookmark, every time I open my book, I chuckle.
excuse the blurriness, I currently don't have access to my scanner.
There's this novela that is always playing in the breakroom at work.
A co-worker asked, "So what happened to her baby...?"
"The bad guy sent another guy to kill the baby, but the hitman couldn't do it, cuz it's a baby and how can you kill a baby? So her took it to this other bad girl and told her to raise it and she was all, "Omg Jose Fernando Francisco Eduardo's (or whatever name of the male protagonist) baby! I will raise this baby!" and that's where the baby's at...fuck, how did I know that?"
Pinches novelas.
I shall close this with a piece I just read on J-Love's and Rha's book that really resonated with me.
"Ain't Gonna Be Nobody's Second Best
by Jennifer Poe
Ain't gonna be nobody's second best.
I go first.
Numero uno,
Numbre une.
Translated into get your stiff dick away from me.
I always regret the day I set foot in your home.
So many times my knees fell...
To the ground...
As my tears memorized every sound...
That communicated from your lips and fingertips,
Into my ears, in my e-mail.
I sing all your cruel words in my head like a sad love song.
Then I realize you're the one who did wrong.
Making me out to be manipulative and slutty.
You're the one with insanity.
Go ahead.
Point
Blame
Lie
Screw
Cheat
Cause I ain't nobody's second best."
Not really.
I get a kick out of my daily interactions with all kinds of people.
Yesterday this lady told me I was lazy because I didn't have my nails done.
They were painted red, but the paint had been chipping, I like it when the paint in my fingernails chips, it's some sort of physical in-my-face evidence of all the wonderful things I do with my hands.
Some people are so rude, it's not even offensive, it's actually wildly amusing.
I'm even more amused at how I react every time.
A couple of costumers have asked me "when the baby is due?"
Mothafucka I ain't pregnant!
I don't say that, I just stare at them blankly for about 2 seconds and ask, "What baby? The Chinese food baby? It's due sometime around this evening, maybe tomorrow morning."
"...I'm sorry I thought you were pregnant."
"No, ma'am I am just fat."
Total shock in her face.
It's not everyday a woman says she's fat.
Not a big deal to me.
The triggering part is how these people think they have a right to ask about/comment on my reproductive status/lining of my uterus.
"Why are you being such a bitch, you on the rag?"
"I don't need to be on my period to be a bitch, hun."
Yikes, mind your own beeswax. My uterus, not yours. Don't ask questions. Stick to business.
I've been reading "We Got Issues" which was put together by Rha Goddess and J-Love Calderon.
It is an AMAZING, empowering book. Totally digging it. I also sometimes flip through a Carmen Lomas Garza book I found at the Illiad over in North Hollywood called "Piece of My Heart/Pedacito the Mi Corazon." Her art is so real.
Here is one of her pieces titled "La Posada"
This particular image reminds me of a certain part of my childhood. They had me play/dress up as the virgin Mary and the whole community want from house to house asking for "posada" (in celebration of Christmas and how a pregnant Mary and Joseph went from house to house asking for a place to stay for the night).
Although my cynicism towards Catholicism and the hypocrisy that I witnessed among members of the church, I highly value our traditions, and seeing them in a work of art makes them real, and somehow validates a lot of these cultural traditions of ours.
In other words, her artwork is beautiful and it brings a sense of warmth and comfort to my soul.
My schedule this week is perfect.
I get out at 4pm which means I can make it to yoga. It takes a great amount of effort to not giggle every time someone lets out a fart.
Why is farting funny?
Yoga is amazing. I challenge myself to achieve the poses perfectly. It is doing amazing things to my relaxation.
Although this morning, I realized it's also doing amazing things for my body strength.
I have never been so sore in my life. I can barely move.
Yikes.
What else is new?
the Chicana/o Studies Masters Program director from CSUN called.
It feels good to be academically wanted.
I'm going to apply for fall 2011.
Is it too early to begin prepping for GREs?
Who wants to read my statement of purpose?
So on my last trip to LA this dude outside of Amoeba handed me this flier which was about a celebration for Obama's First Year of Presidency.
I recycled it as a bookmark, every time I open my book, I chuckle.
excuse the blurriness, I currently don't have access to my scanner.
There's this novela that is always playing in the breakroom at work.
A co-worker asked, "So what happened to her baby...?"
"The bad guy sent another guy to kill the baby, but the hitman couldn't do it, cuz it's a baby and how can you kill a baby? So her took it to this other bad girl and told her to raise it and she was all, "Omg Jose Fernando Francisco Eduardo's (or whatever name of the male protagonist) baby! I will raise this baby!" and that's where the baby's at...fuck, how did I know that?"
Pinches novelas.
I shall close this with a piece I just read on J-Love's and Rha's book that really resonated with me.
"Ain't Gonna Be Nobody's Second Best
by Jennifer Poe
Ain't gonna be nobody's second best.
I go first.
Numero uno,
Numbre une.
Translated into get your stiff dick away from me.
I always regret the day I set foot in your home.
So many times my knees fell...
To the ground...
As my tears memorized every sound...
That communicated from your lips and fingertips,
Into my ears, in my e-mail.
I sing all your cruel words in my head like a sad love song.
Then I realize you're the one who did wrong.
Making me out to be manipulative and slutty.
You're the one with insanity.
Go ahead.
Point
Blame
Lie
Screw
Cheat
Cause I ain't nobody's second best."