My Daily

Huffpo. duh. Gmail. duh. Flights. I try not to.

http://tinyhouseblog.com/

http://cassandradyane.blogspot.com/

http://greenmonkey.com/schedules/midtown-miami.html

this is new!
http://tiny-themovie.com/
that is the dream. Maybe. Someday.

My daily surf.

What I learned summer 2012

professional worth is not measured by a projected workload.
professional worth is not measured in cold shoulders.
professional worth is not what you say it is.

It's what we agree upon... for now.

You lost THIS minority vote

Shondra Rhimes tweets. And asks for diversity on "Bunheads".

Amy Sherman-Palladino responses with it's a shame women do not support other women.

I agreed with Rhimes. I still do. What I find shameful is:

It's 2012, your show lacks diversity and you play the "women do not support other women" card. It's 2012. Being called out on diversity is embarrassing. And don't refer to your lack of budget.

As a woman, if another woman becomes critical of me I'd do my best to appreciate it and listen. If Rhimes was a man, would her initial criticism be lost in a tangent issue? Having trouble listening to an ethnic minority? I can play cards too.

Sherman-Palladino, cut the excuses. Own up to your flawed show. Jumping on the patriarchal defensive was too easy.

And for all the women angry with Rhimes, focus on the goddamn issue at hand: lack of diversity in 2012. That's where your anger should be focused. How did you challenge your anger during the "Girls"... Right. What anger?

Miami Metro Rail.

I try to challenge myself. The awkwardness of holding my iPhone in my left hand is almost unbearable.

I almost long for the days of flip phones. The simplicity. The uniqueness of having less. Where less is more.

Almost. This blog post wouldn't exist. Simplicity. And demand. Functionally. Curing boredom. A defense mechanism. Saving me from public transport.

Never daring to make eye contact with. Another. Risking a relief from my bowed head.
But each time I dare to look up from this phone. I see beauty. I see strength. I see love.

A shared smile between strangers.
A considerate passenger that offers his seat to a mother and child.
A father with baby&stroller that took the time to formally thank a solider before stepping off the rail. Not letting a fellow passenger leave their umbrella behind. Smiles. Thank yous. Smiles. Thank yous.

For guarding the doors to my soul. I've sacrificed the possibility of beauty slipping in.

Will I ever learn?

BuckStarz

This breakfast cost 6 Sbux.
The stress costs 3 Sbux.
The experience is free.
But denying to help a hand in need.
A pain paid in selfishness and shame.

Girlpleease!

Lana Del Rey. You are white. Elizabeth Grant. It's your name. Own it. I own mine. I own my skin color. I own my soul. How much did you sell yours for?

And I enjoy your music. I do! Reminds me of my college days. Jose Gonzalez channel on Pandora. Feeling it. Feeling each strum. Does liking "whitepeople" music make me white? No. Does changing your name make you Latina? Nope.

It's you. It's you. It's all for you--

For who?

Truth.
I prayed for blonde hair and blue eyes.

Words I wish I screamed.
NANCY BRUCE. YOU ARE WHITE. THEREFORE YOU HAVE PRIVILEGE. DENING IT IS NOT OK. IT'S HURTFUL. HARMFUL. OWN IT.

White girls in denial #smh

I'm still waiting for "Shit Privilege Girls Say" ...

Yet at the end of the day, that included me too? College education. Check. "White Skin". Yup. Le sigh.

2012

Relatively sane.
Perfectly complex.
Undeniably mature.

I hate your stinkin' guts.

Coming down the mountain.
Unaware of where this trail leads.
Or what predators lurk.
Waiting for a moment.

Raised in the West.
Short rooted in the East.
Wonder. Waiting. Misery.

Misery?
Paradise?

Where are my family values?
Cringing to the sounds of greed.
How will my heart continue.
A statement.

Haunted by the memories of yesteryear.
Missed opportunities.

My heart will run again.
My mind will settle.
The bills will be paid.
I will go on.
We will continue.
La femme et un homme?
Together.

Forever and ever.