Unas cuantas líneas me hacen sonreir, de oreja a oreja, en sólo un momento (que por supuesto se alarga). <Sigh>

Me encantaría poder estar algo más imaginativa, reflexionar sobre cosas, darle al coco, pero está bien así.

I was innocently flipping through channels yesterday, when I came upon the great Josh Hartnett flick 40 Days and 40 Nights.  I remember watching that movie back when I worked at the theater, but I only had vague recollections of the movie.  There was something about him making that chick who looks like the girl in Fight Club cum by blowing on her vag and tickling it with a rose petal.  There was something about him trying to put white out in a condom to simulate the presence of semen, so the girl he was with wouldn’t know that he had faked his orgasm (a situation I’ve been in literally thousands of times).  What I’m getting at is that I was intrigued enough to give it a little watch.

This was a big mistake.  I don’t know if you know this, but that movie is really bad.  Josh Hartnett really can’t act, and he always looks he’s a split second away from punching someone in the face.  You just got a beej, Josh, what have you got to be so pissed off about?

As bad an experience as watching this movie (on Lifetime, no less) was, there was a redeeming event that occurred: I uncovered one of the greatest mysteries of our time. I’m referring, of course, to the disappearance of Paulo Costanzo.

At the beginning of this century, Paulo Costanzo was poised to be the next best thing in goofy comedic acting.  He had remarkable star turns in Road Trip and Josie and the Pussycats.  He stole every scene in 40 Days and 40 Nights as Hartnett’s playboy roommate, but after that, he was never seen again.

I’m very disappointed that he’s nowhere to be found and wish he would resurface.  I’m afraid that he’s been kidnapped, or he’s wearing cement shoes at the bottom of the Hudson River.

Paulo, I hope such a horrible fate hasn’t befallen you, and that you are doing well and, ideally reading this.  I have a little project I’m working on that I think I could fit you into.  I’ve got this reality show idea cooking where we take a baby that is born from very bad parents, like a baby born from Squeaky Fromme and Orlando Jones, and have it compete for it’s life.  We’d wait until the kid’s like seven (to appease the Bible Belt), then give the kid a bunch of challenges that would test his or her humanity.  Like he’d have to choose between a million dollars and saving a stranger’s life, stuff like that.  I’ve got one episode in mind where we tell it that the challenge is to punch as many people as he or she can in ten minutes, but then the catch at the end is that the challenge is for him to refuse to compete in such a cruel challenge.  At the end, if we decide that the kid’s going to be a problem for society, we’ll hire a drifter to kill it.

Anyway, I need a host, and I think you’ve got the goods.  But, you’ve got to act fast.  We’re in talks with Michael Caine’s people, and you know there’s not much he won’t do.  Let me know, Paulo, the public needs you.

BismillaharRahmanirRahim

Selam alaykum all! Someone has brought to my attention that it has been over 40 days since my last post. And this has been the longest stint that I have withheld a post from this blog since 2005. But as it were, I just don't have much to say. Before I had a shaykh, I had a lot to say. Probably because I thought very highly of myself and my faith. Before I was witness to someone that exhibited the Holy Prophet's lifestyle, in a way that we can't understand from reading hadith or listening to our Islamic stories, I thought my little blog posts were invaluable. How foolish was I?

The reality is that as the Holy Nights quickly approach and quickly pass I struggle with myself to stay up an extra hour to make a little zikr before bed or to wake up in the night and make salatul tasbih. The reality is that if it weren't for the support of my shaykh I probably wouldn't spend one late night in prayer. I can see that very easily. So in light of all of that, what can I say to you all... nothing.

The best thing that I can do is warn you against my own mistakes, something that I have tasted - quite frequently I might add - in thinking that my ibadat is sufficient. It is better to be humble and struggle for your Lord, that time the dawah is natural and you have to do nothing. I'm not quoting any text this time, I'm not citing any great masters or shuyukh from the past, I am merely talking what is coming to my heart. May Allah Almighty forgive me for my heedlessness and may He bless you all, amin.

I have been absolutely slammed here at work.  Working 10+ hour days, weekends and nights sometimes.  We're coming down the home stretch on our product and it's all we can do just to keep our head above water at this point.

My trip to Twentynine Palms and San Diego is getting closer, although I'm still yet to finalize my travel details.  I did, however, get a hotel for 2 extra nights after we are finished in San Diego.  I think I'll take a day to see the San Deigo Zoo and another day for Seaworld!  I am sooo excited about that, but I still wish one special lady could accompany me :/

Betsy and I are still thinking about getting a house before Christmas, which means that we've got to start looking in September or October because of how slow things can move with the housing market.  The only good news is that it's still a buyer's market right now; we should be able to get something nice at an afforable price.

Fotos de ayer!

Da igual que no estemos en Barcelona, disfrutando de Maxïmo Park, Kings of Leon, The Kooks, Kaiser Chiefs, etc... (boooooohoooooo! I wanted Summercase in Bcn!); el pachangueo de Santurce nos mantiene hasta las tantas, con la ayuda del trusty vodka Absolut, Coronitas, chupitos de tequila gigantes, y mucho más (así nos luce hoy la resaca!). Today, again...

(Se me hace muuuy raro actualizar desde un ordenador que no es el mío y no en mi casa :P here with you... l.o.)

Escuchando vinilos... 'Break on Through (To the Other Side)' - THE DOORS

It was a hazy summer morning, on the James River, when the nights are cool and the day is quick to heat…

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Me and a friend wanted to celebrate the date, 08.08.08, with an event that captured the history of electro, and we quickly realised that the perfect way for us to do this was to theme it around the iconic Roland drum machine released in 1980... the TR-808.

The night takes place at Jacks near London Bridge. Here's the main room line-up:

808 State
The only band to name themselves after the Roland TR-808, formed in Manchester in 1988, and they’re celebrating 20 years as a band at our 08.08.08 party! With a special DJ set that will no doubt include every classic, both modern and forgotten, and showcasing what influenced them, this should prove to be a landmark session.

I-f
Kingpin of the Cybernetic Broadcasting System and an 808 obsessive, I-f’s knowledge of 808 records and their aesthetic means his contribution to this celebration is invaluable. A prolific producer, his ‘Space Invaders’ hit appeared on his label Viewlexx in 1998 and became a catalyst for the early 2000 electro revival. With an exclusive electro set prepared just for this occasion, this is not to be missed... we’re expecting the ground to open up.

Arthur Baker
Brooklyn 1982: Baker produced two recordings so hot that they started their own genre; with ‘Planet Rock’ and ‘Play At Your Own Risk’ the electro craze started and everyone was popping. Over two and a half decades later, these records are still as devastating as ever. Baker will be marking the 08.08.08 date with an authentic set that journeys back to New York, telling a story of the eclectic sound of that era, from the NYC discos to the sound on the street.

DMX Krew
Ed DMX has released his own style of booty bass and electro on his well established Breakin’ label. From his definitive synth-pop album ’We Are DMX’ to the science funk of ’Collapse Of The Wave Function’ on Rephlex, he’s been at the forefront of our electro exploration. For Nitefreq he will be performing live with a drum-machine club set that promises to be bigger than the bass that ate Miami.

Advance tickets are £12 and can be bought from Warpmart and Seetickets

Jack to the 808!

there was a brief warm, sunny spell yesterday from about 3pm til dark...but i went to work at 6.30 so i only enjoyed it during my 15 minute walk to the train station...and this would be a good time to point out that it used to take me 20-25 minutes to walk to the train station...but i've shaved quite a few minutes off that!

my first two nights were incredibly quiet...i took care of the captain of the "long termers" club...a very nice irish woman who has been in our unit for 58..well, 60 days by now. can you imagine laying in a hospital bed for 60 days, where your view never changes...where your day revolves around what people are going to do with/for you...breathing through a tube in your neck and not being able to talk?? this 72 lady is having major anxiety attacks, usually she can be "talked down" but sunday morning she became so distressed and her blood pressure got so high i had to give her some lorazepam...when i came in sunday night they said she slept all day and woke up cheerfully at 7pm...maybe she just needed a good nap!

last night i took care of a man who has been getting increasingly confused and agitated over the previous 24 hours...he pulled out various tubes and was extremely restless and sweaty...i think this man is a drinker, although there is no clear documentation to that effect. it's not polite to ask a brit about their drinking habits...it's kind of like asking if they drink tea...they pretty much all do...it's just that some drink more than others.

in fact we started talking about people's drinking habits and when our very nice charge nurse said he doesn't drink...all eyes turned towards him and at least one person blurted out "why???" he replied that he was a reformed drinker, not an alcoholic, but about 8 years ago found himself drinking a bottle of gin a week on top of a bottle of wine a day, every day...about average here, i think..

my very agitated, combative, arms flailing, grabbing, pinching, sweaty patient ended up on a ventilator..... sedated...

the really sad part is that i had a very pleasant weekend, worked with some of the nicer nurses and had lots of laughs...for one brief moment i was almost glad to be at work...because it is so quiet without james...i can't say i really miss him because i know he is happy and enjoying being with his friends and family in chicago...but i feel like i have no purpose, no direction...i have virtually no food in the house because i just can't find the motivation to cook just for me...

i do have a few days off (til thursday) and i am planning to paint the living room and work on a glass project and if the fucking weather ever clears up clean up the garden, mow the lawn and trim the hedges.

that's what bbc weather is predicting for 1600 today...68F...they are lying!!!!!!

something i read today along with the rest of the world....i'll include my comments on this in bold print...

Angelina Jolie laughed with joy (thank god for anesthesia) as her newborn twins were delivered and partner Brad Pitt cut their umbilical cords, according to reports.( who gives a fuck?)

The couple, who welcomed son Knox Leon and daughter Vivienne Marcheline on Saturday, were together and "calm" during the delivery, with their doctor joking how Pitt "was my assistant."(if i'm having surgery i hope pitt is not my surgeons "assistant")

The actress delivered her twins by Caesarian section at the Fondation Lenval hospital in Nice, France, and there were "absolutely no problems" with the birth.

Jolie's obstetrician, Dr Michael Sussman, tells People.com, "It was an epidural, so (Angelina) was awake and speaking and laughing. They were happy.(they make it sound like only mega rich movie stars are happy at the birth of their baby?)

"He (Pitt) was ... perfectly calm, totally determined, very pleased to be at the birth of his children, very moved and very emotional."

And when asked how long Jolie was expected to stay in hospital for, he said, "I don't know. She will stay for a few days. You know, in Europe it isn't like in the United States, where the patients go home after three days. They will stay a bit longer until everything is okay.(i'm surprised she bothered to go to the hospital, why not just set one up in the east wing of your estate?)

"The babies are fine. The babies are with the mother and father and they are fine."(everything is fine, fine, fine)

The first pictures of the tots have reportedly been sold for GBP5.5 million to an as-yet-unnamed US magazine. The couple intend to donate the money to charity (isn't that generous?)

if i was jennifer anniston, i'd be hurling

Sólo el hecho de pensar que estoy aquí escribiendo me hace pensar en muchas cosas, reflexionar. En cosa de un minuto tu vida puede dar un vuelco totalmente o incluso desaparecer; es un tópico, pero no eres consciente hasta que te ocurre. Afortunadamente todo quedó en un gran susto, porque esos segundos dentro del coche fueron bastante terroríficos.

Pese a ello, y al ver que aquello no tuvo mayores consecuencias, decidimos proseguir con el plan, mediante un cambio de medio de transporte. Y menos mal. Las siguientes 24h fueron g-e-n-i-a-l-e-s, de verdad. Thank you!

Anoche se empañaron un poco las fiestas de Santurce por la lluvia, que como siempre hace de las suyas los últimos sábados por la noche. Aún así, muchas risas con el diccionario de japonés, las nubes de algodón gigantes y el omnipresente vodka.

I know you know this already, but I'm here. No matter what, ok?

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I got alot off my mind tonight and spent it with an amazing person!
Now its your turn...go fucking do it now!

-G-

Yo tenía una profesora que decía que escribir con boli rojo, si no es para hacer alguna corrección a algo, es una falta de educación siempre. Claro que ahora que lo pienso, a esa profesora le tenía manía todo el mundo, incluida yo (es lo que tiene cuando en clase le daba por meterse con la manera de impartir docencia de tu progenitor), así que como si todo esto fuese escrito con bolígrafo rojo. Ala.

Un bonito domingo hoy, dormir, pasar aproximadamente hora y media medio por las nubes y más dormir. Y ahora trasnochar un poco. Más bien poco, porque creo que la cama vuelve a llamarme.

(And this is in reference to last night, right before our grand night out)

Quantum Theatre will be performing A Midsummer Night’s Dream at Gainsborough Old Hall on Saturday 19 July.

Shakespeare’s most popular comedy of love and intrigue, magic and celebration, will be brought to life in a production for the whole family.

Set on that most dangerous of nights when fairies are abroad and nothing is as it seems four young, unsuspecting, lovers become entangled in their magical affray and soon no mortals are safe in those bewitched and bewitching woods outside Athens.

This exciting and intriguing new production starts at 7pm with doors open at 6.30pm.

Tickets are £10 for adults and £7 for concessions, and can be purchased from the shop at The Old Hall or from the box office 0845 450 5157.

Please see www.quantumtheatre.co.uk for more detail.

Quantum Theatre bring their lively brand of comedy, music and magic to two family favourites this summer, the swashbuckling Treasure Island and Shakespeare’s enduring classic A Midsummer Night’s Dream.