Here it comes, the short paragraph return.
OOh, was I setting the bar high when I said once a month! Even higher when I gave myself the once a week goal, to which I then failed!
It was the writing on demand... even when I was demanding it of myself... It didn't come. Then the pressure became to much and well... Here we are 9 months later.
I think I can sum up the rest of 2008 not so eloquently when I say
MEXICO City was insane, I was drop kicked in the middle of a hairy scary production that left me befuddled and confused. I was negotiating the waters between a UK company, Televisa, a Miami Team, A Mexican cast of soccer players (all living in one leaky house - Coyoacan) and the only person I trusted left the day I landed.
It got even more exciting when I returned to Miami and found that they had fired her, I was stuck in a contract and had to stick out what to this day is the craziest shoot I've ever done. Coming from a girl who's turned porcupines into prostitutes .. thats a big deal!
After it was all over, I ran away to Key West for a day so I could ride my bike (well A bike and pretend like it was 2001) it was enough.
The fall came and we Baracked it til the election.
**As the author I reserve the right to tell all the other stories about last fall at a later date. Should I deem them worthy. That is all.
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
Wednesday, January 21, 2009
The Year 2008
“The things we forget may as well never have happened” - Isabel Allende
Reflections of a year gone by. In our lives our moments make a story, with starring roles, supporting characters, and guest stars. Yet, its in the retelling of these moments that the stories live on, so I hope that in reflection I will give more moments to great times. *
2008 started off in Louisiana and ended with a short stint in Arkansas. I had made a resolution to stay put more in 2008 and although it was a nice thought, I guess my inner wanderlust took over and really made the decisions for me. As it seems I was on the move more then ever...
New Orleans is magic. It either captures your heart or turns you away forever, but there is no middle ground when it comes to loving N’awlins. Slow burning blues, that when playing motivates you to move even if you didn’t want to. Creeps inside your soul and convinces you that the grin and shimmy you now have.. has always been there.
I drove the rental a long 13 hour drive and loved every minute of it. Florida is an excruciatingly long state for driving but I endured, Erika joined me for the ride up, as well as Ruby in for the adventure. (A good dog can do a 13 hour drive).
I bought Art from a man who was making it out of the scraps of what was left of his home... I had café au lait and Marks West with Erika, all while freezing in a firehouse in the Marigny District.... I saw things on the internet I should of never seen... (Ewwww…) I met two psychics who basically told me the same things, I didn’t believe them at the time, but they were pretty spot on... I lit candles in a catholic church because Tito said thats the way it was written...ate magnificent food everywhere...came thisclose to staying in one of America’s most haunted houses...saw firsthand the devastation of Katrina 3 years later...saw firsthand the will of the people that survived.
Then it was time to move on.
On to my only self-indulgent trip. A cruise with two of my best friends and thousands of others, the John Mayer **cruise. You put a couple thousand like minded individuals on a boat with nothing but music everywhere and good vibes, suddenly excursions and midnight buffets are on no ones to do list. Happy people everywhere make for more happy people.
I ate lunch with amazing musicians... watched john from a pool ten feet away with a drink in hand...took the time to watch the water from our balcony...said no to excursions and yes to time for myself...mastered some blackjack skills and won!...did a jig to a bluegrass band... and participated in shots handed out by Mr. Mayer himself (*at least thats how I like to remember it)...enjoyed every single minute of it.
Then it was time to go to Puerto Rico.
It had been 5 years since I had been to El Isla del Encanto. How do you pick a beach when the whole island is an option? I learned that I love and miss mofongo. I deeply want to learn how to cook this deliciousness yet don’t want to just as much, due to the super fried, super oily nature of this yummy business.
It was 6am in the morning and we would meet in the lobby, ready for our mornings. Me and my dear friend Tito. A walking journey through the streets of Old San Juan, the temperature a perfect 72 degrees and my heart happy to be alive. We’d see the street cleaners as we pass through the Paseo de la Princessa only to arrive at this magnificent fountain, we’d make a right and head out near the water walking and talking. There were breathtaking views from El Morro, stepping it up on churches steps and finding a new way home each day.
Tito had tried to convince me before heading out to PR that I would need my passport, to which I quickly reminded him that “No, I did not.” I had no plans on going out of the country and wanted to come home after...
Life had other plans, so after getting my passport shipped to the island it was on the adventure in Mexico City...
(...to be continued)
* this story has been condensed to leave out all the boring bits. You know nights at home when I watch Law & Order: SVU marathons, clean my house, garden or paint. Should a story present itself while I am painting or gardening I will do my best to write about it. Like if while painting I discovered I could channel Monet.. but until then, I remain.
** typically I think cruises are gluttonous, boring safe ways to say you’ve been somewhere without having to actually visit.
“The things we forget may as well never have happened” - Isabel Allende
Reflections of a year gone by. In our lives our moments make a story, with starring roles, supporting characters, and guest stars. Yet, its in the retelling of these moments that the stories live on, so I hope that in reflection I will give more moments to great times. *
2008 started off in Louisiana and ended with a short stint in Arkansas. I had made a resolution to stay put more in 2008 and although it was a nice thought, I guess my inner wanderlust took over and really made the decisions for me. As it seems I was on the move more then ever...
New Orleans is magic. It either captures your heart or turns you away forever, but there is no middle ground when it comes to loving N’awlins. Slow burning blues, that when playing motivates you to move even if you didn’t want to. Creeps inside your soul and convinces you that the grin and shimmy you now have.. has always been there.
I drove the rental a long 13 hour drive and loved every minute of it. Florida is an excruciatingly long state for driving but I endured, Erika joined me for the ride up, as well as Ruby in for the adventure. (A good dog can do a 13 hour drive).
I bought Art from a man who was making it out of the scraps of what was left of his home... I had café au lait and Marks West with Erika, all while freezing in a firehouse in the Marigny District.... I saw things on the internet I should of never seen... (Ewwww…) I met two psychics who basically told me the same things, I didn’t believe them at the time, but they were pretty spot on... I lit candles in a catholic church because Tito said thats the way it was written...ate magnificent food everywhere...came thisclose to staying in one of America’s most haunted houses...saw firsthand the devastation of Katrina 3 years later...saw firsthand the will of the people that survived.
Then it was time to move on.
On to my only self-indulgent trip. A cruise with two of my best friends and thousands of others, the John Mayer **cruise. You put a couple thousand like minded individuals on a boat with nothing but music everywhere and good vibes, suddenly excursions and midnight buffets are on no ones to do list. Happy people everywhere make for more happy people.
I ate lunch with amazing musicians... watched john from a pool ten feet away with a drink in hand...took the time to watch the water from our balcony...said no to excursions and yes to time for myself...mastered some blackjack skills and won!...did a jig to a bluegrass band... and participated in shots handed out by Mr. Mayer himself (*at least thats how I like to remember it)...enjoyed every single minute of it.
Then it was time to go to Puerto Rico.
It had been 5 years since I had been to El Isla del Encanto. How do you pick a beach when the whole island is an option? I learned that I love and miss mofongo. I deeply want to learn how to cook this deliciousness yet don’t want to just as much, due to the super fried, super oily nature of this yummy business.
It was 6am in the morning and we would meet in the lobby, ready for our mornings. Me and my dear friend Tito. A walking journey through the streets of Old San Juan, the temperature a perfect 72 degrees and my heart happy to be alive. We’d see the street cleaners as we pass through the Paseo de la Princessa only to arrive at this magnificent fountain, we’d make a right and head out near the water walking and talking. There were breathtaking views from El Morro, stepping it up on churches steps and finding a new way home each day.
Tito had tried to convince me before heading out to PR that I would need my passport, to which I quickly reminded him that “No, I did not.” I had no plans on going out of the country and wanted to come home after...
Life had other plans, so after getting my passport shipped to the island it was on the adventure in Mexico City...
(...to be continued)
* this story has been condensed to leave out all the boring bits. You know nights at home when I watch Law & Order: SVU marathons, clean my house, garden or paint. Should a story present itself while I am painting or gardening I will do my best to write about it. Like if while painting I discovered I could channel Monet.. but until then, I remain.
** typically I think cruises are gluttonous, boring safe ways to say you’ve been somewhere without having to actually visit.
Thursday, January 01, 2009
Hello
Its really with no fanfare at all that I return to the life of writing. Where did I go? Why was I gone for so long?
It’s this grown up business.
The business of being a grown up.
I will neither be self deprecating or self aggrandizing in saying that my writing is anything more then for my own amusement, but then again who’s isn’t?
Its the first day of January 2009 and 2008 has held quite a few stories. Some are well known are some are better left forgotten.
I wonder in this time of worry and fretfulness, what will prevail... anyone who knows me, knows that I am an eternal optimist.
The glass is half full.
The road less taken makes all the difference.
The most massive characters are those that are seared with scars.
Yet being on the road and looking at the people all over this country, I think of the children's movie “A bugs life”
A leaf has fallen in our path and we have lost sight of our line.
I wonder if we will find it on our own, or if someone will have to walk us around it.
It’s this grown up business.
The business of being a grown up.
I will neither be self deprecating or self aggrandizing in saying that my writing is anything more then for my own amusement, but then again who’s isn’t?
Its the first day of January 2009 and 2008 has held quite a few stories. Some are well known are some are better left forgotten.
I wonder in this time of worry and fretfulness, what will prevail... anyone who knows me, knows that I am an eternal optimist.
The glass is half full.
The road less taken makes all the difference.
The most massive characters are those that are seared with scars.
Yet being on the road and looking at the people all over this country, I think of the children's movie “A bugs life”
A leaf has fallen in our path and we have lost sight of our line.
I wonder if we will find it on our own, or if someone will have to walk us around it.
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