I was supposed to have written this a few months ago; Picking Up the Towel (fast forward the video to 3:20). It was going to be a follow-up to a post I wrote on the Speaker Box . Then life hit -- ironically, what I spoke on at 3:02 became relevant to my life, again. You would have thought I would have learned my lesson the first time. But it wasn't until I was writing the blog I wrote last week about my selling my phone that I was reminded me of this. Now, while it wasn't the actual story that triggered the realization, it was again the...
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Strong genes, and seemingly the same shoes.Its kind of crazy how similar my pops and I are. Similar tendencies, tone of voice and expressions. Only difference would be that I'm a natural lefty -- I just learned to do a lot of things right handed because I used his old golf clubs and baseball gloves. Leaving my teens and going into my early twenties one of my part-time jobs was working at lids. I ended up having a hat collection of over 20 LA fitted hats. Come to find out my pops had about the same amount of hats at the same age. There are a lot...
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I can't sleep. So I'm writing.I've been on a bit of a hiatus from blogging in the last couple weeks -- almost a month, actually. Yeah, I posted a couple videos I liked here and there; just to stay in the groove...
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Let me apologize in advance to my readers who feel that images of a cemetery are morbid. As some of you may know, my grandmother recently passed away and I spent a week on the road to be at her memorial services with my family in Texas. While in the process of making reservations in Fort Davis, Texas, we found out that many of the local hotels were booked up from displaced residents of the town due to brush fires.When we arrived in Texas, the fires had stopped -- thankfully. But what was amazing to me is that the fires had completely gone around/avoided the cemetery that my grandmother was to...
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There are some things that stay with you forever. Be it a life lesson, something someone said when you were actually open to hearing it, or even something you can't make sense of until years later after life changed your perspective. Its not quite a burden nor a chip on your shoulder, but more like a impression. Its one of the few defining moments in your life that made all the difference in who you are, and where you are today.For myself, one of those moments happened in the spring of my junior year of high school. I had just transferred to Western High and was playing...
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I was sitting down eating breakfast with my Grandfather the other day. I have to consciously remember not to tweet the gems of wisdom he gives me -- when I pick up my phone he shy's away from talking because he thinks I'm either not interested in what he is saying, or am talking to someone else. So now I have been bringing my voice recorder with me every time I go over there. So my voice recorder now has random poems and song ideas I start while I'm driving mixed in with some of my Grandfathers stories. He was asking me about my job, and I...
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July 29, 2010
[memoirs],
abuse,
chicano,
family,
hopeless romantics,
life lessons,
loss,
love,
Memories,
mexcan america,
new beginnings.,
new path,
personal experiences,
revolutionaries,
struggle
So as of recently I've let someone new into my life, and let her see me for all that I am. Granted, she may not have gotten it all in one fell swoop...
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So last friday, my cousin and I decided we would hop in the car after work and drive through the night to go visit our grandparents.I got off work at 5pm...
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So my birthday celebration started with the Friday before my birthday by going to the dodger game with the fam. My play sister got us tickets with her sorority...
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