bus ride...

Mi madre! I took the bus from Brookline to Harvard Square after going to Party Favors to buy some darn stars for camp decorations--yep, going to Bible camp. I never take the bus, never. But had to take the #66 to save time. Five words: I am never having kids. Arrrgggg...

Care for Keith

Keith is the son of Pastor Polischuk, who oversees a church in Everett that I sometimes visit. A couple of months ago he had a very bad car accident:

A Life Changed in an Instant

In an instant, the world changed for Keith Polischuk and his family. On the evening of June 12, 2005, Keith suffered a serious spinal cord injury after suffering a shattered cervical vertebrae - the result of a tragic diving accident. In that brief moment, Keith's life was transformed and he awoke to a long and difficult road to recovery.

If you get a chance and feel that you may want to help the Keith and the Polischuk family at this difficult time, please check out the website: Care for Keith. Thanks.

Hablando de fútbol ...

Bueno, pues resulta que estaba leyendo sobre Maradona y lo que esta haciendo ahora de haber estado en rehabilitacion en Cuba por problemas con coca--y no la vecina. Tiene un programa especie Talk Show donde tuvo a Pele la otra noche. Ha de haber sido una super charla. Que dos leyendas, ¿no? Luego me fui al sitio de BBC para ver en que anda mi Manchester...pero que va ni tiempo tuve. Entonces, de vuelta en vuelta me he encontrado con esta encuesta que esta de madre. Me mori de la risa... De acuero a ella no soy hombre, pero eso ya yo lo sabia. Sobretodo esta mañana que tuve una cita con el doctor para un papa...ujum...olvidenlo.

http://www.enplenitud.com/nota.asp?notaId=5384

¡A reir!

Darn it! I definitely need an air conditioner...

It's been hot around beantown the past couple of days. Well, today it's raining like crazy but that's New England weather for ya. There's been a lot of thundering and lighthing, which I have to admit scares me a little. The a couple of weeks ago it was so bad that my housemate had to come from the 3rd to the 2nd floor to close the windows and such. I was so scared that I stayed under my covers--even though I'm the only with the bedroom on the 2nd floor. How wimpy is that?

Anyhoo, this weekend was good. I got a bit of unpacking done. The best part was to be able to chat with my dearest Becca. Girl, you're totally, like absolutely, awesomely cool. I miss ya a lot too. Hope the rest of your birthday was great.

The end to my Sunday was hilarious. Molly and Jessica could not get Anne's car so that we could run some errands and then go somewhere fun. Apparently, Anne had left her keys in the mailbox for Molly to pick up, but Vanessa--Anne's housemate--apparently took then and was no where to be found. So M&J called me afterwards to go to Tim's--about a block from my house. There we had yummy Redbones BBQ dinner--which we had delivered even though it was pouring and they happen to *bike* deliver, but I think they drove. Anyhoo, it was good. Then we watch Old School. That movie is soo funny. I know lots of you make fun of me because if it's got no subtitles I probably won't watch it but I have to say I think I'm buying Old School. I give it 4 stars.

Wow...this is definitely one of those long-ass meaningless posts--not that any of them are *supposed* to have earth shattering messages. Ok. Bye.

De regreso...

Last night I went to see a really cool show at the BCA Theater. It's called Slanguage and performed by Universes, an ensemble of performers from the South Bronx. Lots of movement, word, rythms and ghetto-life anectodes filled with hope, anger, and reality. It was good. I went with Blair. She is pretty fun to hang out with. We had a great conversation while having frozen yogurt at this South End cafe. By the way, I'm offically addicted to Carro Cake frozen yogurt--but only from Podima Cafe or Armsterdan Cafe, until I find another place where they make it the same. :) Despite the box office giving me the wrong time and we having to kill two hours because we missed the first performance, it was worth the wait. They even mentioned some of my favorite US-Latino poets like Miguel Piñero. I liked it. This is my third time going to that theater this season. I'm planning on getting a membership. Let's see how that goes...

Sad days...

I am not a fan of news every night or watching much TV period--except for a novela once in a while and Pimp My Ride reruns when I call in sick to work. Anyway, but I was truly shocked to hear that Peter Jennings had died. I never watched the guy or followed his work but for some odd reason I was truly touched by his death. He seemed to be a man of integrity and great character. He appeared to the very humanistic. Something in the way he spoke that made the news much more bearable--when I happened to watch.

At work, the part-time gig that is, it has been a weird week. People call in asking for resources to quit smoking and various callers have mentioned his death. It is sad because technically it was a sort of suicide--he brought it on himself for smoking for so many years and poisoning his body that way. Nonetheless, it is sad to see how people are afraid of dying but many of them feel completely powerless when it comes to quitting. It is such a hard addiction to break. We had a very emotional supervision meeting. A couple of my colleagues cried. It was somewhat touching although I could not really empathize as much, for although I was touched, I wasn't that touched. Let's hope that smokers have been touched by his death and make a decision to quit despite of how hard it is.