friend: in today's headlines: "big balls=smaller brains"
friend: http://www.usatoday.com/tech/science/2006-01-24-batbrains_x.htm
me: hahhah, let me see
me: hahahah oh my god
friend: my fav line:
friend: "The male who ejaculates the greatest number of sperm wins the game, and hence many bats have evolved outrageously big testes."
me: that explains alot assuming if it is the same for humans
friend: and this:
friend: "The study found that in more monogamous species, the average male brain size was about 2.6f body weight, while in promiscuous species, the average size dipped to 1.9â
friend: NOW EVERYTHING MAKES SENSE IN THE WORLD!

I haven't been creating much lately. well i have but i am not ready to show them all. i have been coccooning again. started with organizing my house, now purging any doubt. and now just coccooning and enjoying art around me. i have been reading, writing,going to shows and exhibits, and watching mad movies. sometimes, its just fun to let go of your own process and enjoy others. just be totally engrossed into a whole other world than to be consumed by mine.

The Bean Trees by Barbara Kingsolver


This is a story about a young 20-something woman named taylor breaking out on her own for the first time. she packed up her '55 bug and headed west from her rural kentucky city. her car breaks down in cherokee land where a mysterious native woman gives her a young child. before she can even protest, the woman leaves, leaving taylor to be an instant mother to a quiet, shell-shocked three year old. Taylor later finds out that this child was abused and the rest of the story is about her learning not only to how to come to her own life, but how to be a caretaker for another. themes covered in this book are race issues, women empowerment, abuse, and immigration.


i enjoyed this book. the narration of the book is true to the character's own personality. you immediately connect with the characters to the story from the first paragraph.


i am not going to lie. this is a chic book.


3.5/5 stars

The Secret Life of Bees by Sue Monk Kidd

after her nanny insulted three of the biggest racist men in town, Lily,
a 14-year old girl helps rosaleen escape before the fuckers return to
kill her. the story takes place in the 60's in another rural town in america.
lily is also running away from verbally abusive and cold father in search
of uncovering the truth of her mother, who died when she was four. their
journey leads them to last known town where her mother went right before
she died. themes covered in this book are racism, grief, and the power of women
nurturing each other in a collective manner.

dope ass book. hella witty with entertwining bee keeping facts with the story, an on-going metaphor.


4/5 stars

Veronika Decides to Die by Paulo Coehlo

24 year old veronika decides to die. she isn't in pain, nor too depressed, but she certainly not happy nor is she inspired. her life was just painfully boring and she doesn't seem to have any purpose in life. so she took pills. only she survives,finds herself in a mental hospital. but because of the failed suicide, she fucks up her heart and now she only has a few days to live. imagine what goes thru your head when now you are not in control of your death but time is. themes in this book are finding purpose in life, what makes life bitter, and "waking up"

i am a huge fan of coehlo's "the alchemist" so i was pretty stoked in starting this book. coehlo has this way of having the reader question aspects in their own lives. while "the alchemist" covers destiny in life, this books covers the choice of living and dying, and "dying" while alive.


4/5 stars

my bad for the informal and lazy book reports. i know i can get carried away in my own analysis of a book and i didnt want to do it here. right now i am reading eleven minutes by paulo coehlo. it starts off "once upon a time, there was a prostitute named maria...".... yep...

So not cool...

Never mind the fact that I don't own cable and I watch network television- lost,desperate housewives, grey's anatomy.I got netflix so its a good balance.

And never mind the fact that I still drive a 1994 honda civic. It still runs well and I get good milage on it.

But damn those apple people for making their ipod headphones white. Why? Because my grey headphones are a true indicator that I donâ??t own an ipod. I donâ??t have white cords streaming down from my ears to my nano connected to my arm. My sony headphones tell people that I am still in the prehistoric realms of digiland, still fumbling to open cd cases. Still carrying a shit load of discs equal to the weight of a new born baby.


It boils down to status. "you don't have one.. But IIIIIII have one." I am a hella down ass roll dog for mac. Been down for macs since college. And this is what they are telling me."then catch up,if you are so down with us. See, pc heads are down with us. What about you?"

Damn...

When I get one, Imma get a black one. Just because.

But I don't see black headphones... Damn.

Whatever.. Wear your white headphones like you wear your nike logos, your fake louis vuittons, and your ugg boots.

I'm plotting, peoples. Plotting....

This is the year when a good amount of friends are turning 30.

This is also the year where I probably will be the brokest. ok, maybe that was a drama statement but with all the travelling and wedding dates, i am definitely going on a pocketbook diet.

Why? Cuz everybody wants to go to hawaii. I loooooove hawaii. Don’t get me wrong. But from the amount of talk going around, it seems that everybody wants to travel this year.

At this rate, I might as well live in hawaii for the year of 2006 and meet up with all of them through out the year.

So you know what that means?
- working my toosh off so I can travel again this year
- working out my toosh so most of it can come off (ok, bad sentence structure. Let's just say I am working out extra hard this year so I can walk around in a bathing suit and not trip.)
-freelance just long enough so I can travel.

Easy right? Work hard, play hard.

the wish list
So my friend mitzi told us to write up a wish list, in the hopes to hit everything. I went to hawaii last year for arnie and christel's wedding and they were cool enough to take me places. I could probably give them this list and call it a day. But being that I have done most of the touristy things, I think I am just going to ask for the simple things.

1. learn how to surf- I want this trip to be more active than my last trip. I really love love love the ocean so I will be a happy little turtle if they just leave me at a beach everyday.

2. train escrima with my cousin who is a guro- I am getting more and more amped about training again. Back in 2003, I got a chance to train with my cousin, but it was definitely a short short session. This time around, I hope he would have time to train me, esp now that he is back home!

3. hike - apparently, mitzi says there is a place near the sacred grounds in oahu, where you hike for a couple of hours to a place where there is a 30feet 90 degree incline. Wow...

So far that is all I really care to do. Like I said, I have done all the touristy stuff so all I really want to do is chill. But I am sure the list will be added.

what the pho?
I am slowly waking up. Slowly trying to rub the disorientation from my eyes. Last night, I had pho and vietnamese iced coffee last night. The liquid crack kept me up way into the morning. 5am that is.

And here I am, trying yet AGAIN, to design these logos. I am fixed on the idea of not leaving the house until I get my rough draft sketches done. I played hookie for the last few days and now my liver is acting up. And anybody who knows me knows that my liver is my indicator of anxiety. Most people have an inner whisper that tells them to do the right thing. I tend to forego on the whisper which leads to my inner yell, which happens to be my liver.

There is no scientific explanation here. Its just that my gut feels toxic. Its beyond "what I ate last night." it's intuitive.

Just watched the end of the philadelphia/minnesota game. Scored tied, end of the fourth quarter. Ten seconds to go. Iverson gets the ball. It leaves his hands on the last second, making the winning shot at .2 seconds. 86 to 84, philadelphia wins. DESPITE of the 15 point deficit.

That is what I am saying. Coming up from being behind. My last post, I had said "broke as fuck but rich in life." I know what it is like to just earn a paycheck. And I learned what it is like to live my life with passion. These lessons come in an exact order.

1. Learn what it is like to pay dues and be hungry.
2. Learn what it is like to earn a paycheck, be rich, and feel empty.
3. Learn what it is like to break the sociall-accepted rules and live a life feeling full but starting over.
4. Learn what it is like to pay dues, be hungry, but life a life feeling full.
5. Learn how to earn a paycheck, be rich, and feeling full by breaking social-accepted rules.

2 years ago, I was at a 15 point deficit.. Now I am at 5 points deficit. Not too shabby.