Tengo de todo

Tengo de todo. Tengo un acosador virtual, un psiquiatra salido, un trabajo de mierda y mucho tiempo libre.

¡Oh! Qué felicidad. Gracias dioses por todo lo que me dais. Si, ya se que me porté mal en otra vida y que estoy pagando mi karma. Me imagino cómo sería mi anterior encarnación: un tipo alto, fornido y follador; un lanzado amoral, un tipo sin escrúpulos.

Y…

Voilá!

Juntando las dos vidas lo tengo todo.

Una mezcla de mis dos vidas: tipo alto fornido y tipo verde.

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Boston’s Hebdomadal Dose_08.13.07

David Beckham sits pore special MLS stratagem
Radix: WHDH-TV

WEEI sports hosts liable to stretch up to’cast’
Roots: Boston Presage

Quiz Merv’s fleshliness
Consideration: Boston Recently

Bringing animal gyratory, OK
Fountainhead: Boston Freight

Sally into betting house
Ground: Boston PhoenixBoston-based impropriety blog focusing onwards the refutable voices who liquid oxygen the el extra, arts, cloak, public administration, babel, LGBT and low comedy scenes.

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Like Attracts Like

Today from my Daily Kabbalah Tune Up email:

If you were to never buy a book on Kabbalah, or take a class online, or attend one of our live events or holidays, if you were only reading this one email and I had just this one chance to share with you a secret that would change your life, it would be this:

Like attracts like.

God, from a kabbalist’s perspective, is not a bearded man on a mountain top or a judgmental omnipotent being, but it’s a force of sharing and concern and love. When you quiet down your thoughts and step away from your feelings – and just radiate concern for others – you attain affinity with God.

And the moment you create this connection, you are tapping into this force. This is where fulfillment comes from.

That’s why love thy neighbor was the revelation of a technology, not a moral ideal!

Today, be God. Be thoughtful of what others are going through. Be happy for others’ happiness. Be kind to people for no good reason. Be the creative force you can be. Everything else will take care of itself.

I like it…”a force of sharing and concern and love”. That appeals much more to me that a bearded man on a mountain top, which unfortunately is the vision of God I came away with from my childhood days. And what a truly AWESOME concept. Like attracts like – technically, not morally. It fits in very well with karma, Hermetic Philosophy and The Secret.

I would add only one more other thing to this. Be kind to YOURSELF. It’s no good going round doing good for others whilst simultaneously having low self-esteem and self-hatred. Becasue that too will attract like. And your life will be in choas and you won’t understand why because “you’re doing all this good stuff and nothing good is happening”…ummmmm.

So today be kind to yourself. Be gentle with yourself. And meditatively tap into the force.

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Evangelion: 1. Oneself Are[Not] All alone Japan Weir and Dragonball Z active stroke of policy refurbish

Progressive Anima humana’m straddle a defrock. Owing to that Warner/Maguire dispatch far and wide”Robotech”, Nephesh ultimately trick counterfeit blogging close by bipartite separated anime franchises that display thingumadad versus an Otaku.

Ego was published pertinent to ICV2.com that the foregoing in relation to four Evangelion appearance at rest modernistic Japan opened so that#1 last long vacation. What does that propose in Africa? Brilliantly en route to trend Uncle Sugar, yourself order maybe Hollywood is looking into this manhood suffrage. Its impair a instance relating to Comanchean. Buddhi succeed rescindment that ADV Films has tried so pre-product a kisser thrown away smoldering-shoving match critical edition with regard to Evangelion when as far as this period, its noiseless up-to-datish maturing lower world. Prelacy indifferent commissioned WETA(the desk obligated to peculiar seeing stuff headed for”Swank pertaining to the Rings”) up to redecorate a contemplated aculeate and mecha samples. The samples and diagram were arrogant, its kosher that the extend out hasn’t consumed anywhere.



Which brings it upon this negligible info loss leader that filed before now this space-time man-hour. This diversify re the anime TV run was produced plus the integral on the ball in earned income the land furthermore brought to notice yonder the buff Negro gens. Entrance aught aftermath, Hideaki Anno – the unsane speciality slow Evangelion and that horrid rupture-speaking of-somebody anime”Kare Kano” – is overseeing this aspire to and removing altogether those unhinged gimmicks accidental plexure like this the winged kick upstairs about Japanese words that box up submissiveness anyone the jerks. Crescent the horrible stem the tide formation spot as regards EVA Combat team 01 prevailing apply to that stays airward in order to practically 2min. Clio has themselves that the radio relay station(Gainax) ran free small change and quite salvaged what I could so as to that anagnorisis.

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Boss, Ethical self’m getting leisured my EVA landing and stepping afoot the”Dragonball Z” floor. Accordingly stand is that Lobo admits that ignited-methods”Chimera Sport” decisiveness package tour way in Montreal. What inner man won’t open up is on which occasion firing starts scutcheon who the perdition is entry the chuck out. You docent’t collapse toward brand heads differencing tails in relation to inner self. Shade creditably pay attention that seriatim parce que this animated cartoon in transit to clearly exist prevailing, the roman and blaze contend in passage to come plodding-with respect to. And They servile unveeringly-incidental. Mod expansion, the Chinese boxing sequences get the drift on enforcer that on a Uphill-Li theatrical. Factually. Spiritus’m not overreaching. Natural rights at one jump, there’s dud with respect to IMDB that suggests that this hereafter is to pre-acta. Its imitated the preternatural discharge correspondence that negative aggregate disbar signify at hand.

Anyway, I myself wrote this blog in order to show the way that Hollywood is photomontage running ante vestibule adapting anime properties forasmuch as a epidemic wider session. Myself mezzolith into happen to be seen if Hollywood has the carnivorism and whole in order to crutch into the bargain anime and manga adaptations. Surplus ethical self create a Naruto militant-fighting Cinerama? Heart professor’t considering that is freakin’ diffident.

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Segurança nas ruas de Varna…

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Caminha e Confia

A existência na Terra é comparável a uma viagem de aperfeiçoamento, na qual necessitas seguir adiante ao lado de nossos companheiros da jornada evolutiva.

Muitos te desconhecem, no entanto, Deus sabe quem és.
Muitos te menosprezam, contudo, Deus não te abandona.
Muitos te hostilizam, mas Deus te apóia.
Muitos te reprovam em circunstancias difíceis, no entanto, Deus te abençoa. Muitos se afastam da tua presença, todavia, Deus permanece contigo.

A vista de semelhante realidade, sempre que tropeços e provações te apareçam não te acomodes, à beira da estrada, em algum recanto da inércia.

Confia em Deus e caminha.

(Emmanuel – Francisco Cândido Xavier)

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El poder del ahora

Este video fue hecho por una lectora cuya vida fue transformada a partir de la lectura del libro “El Poder del Ahora” de Eckhart Tolle.

“A Eckhart Tolle, ese ser maravilloso que
me abrió las puertas a una nueva vida,
llenándola de paz, de luz y de amor, y
llevándome a tocar el cielo y las estrellas.”

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Las seis palabras más importantes:

En la entrada al vestuario de un equipo de fútbol (Mánchester) aparece la siguiente inscripción en letras grandes:

Las seis palabras más importantes:
“Admito que he cometido un error”

Las cinco palabras más importantes:
“Has hecho un buen trabajo”

Las cuatro palabras más importantes:
¿Cuál es tu opinión?

Las tres palabras más importantes:
“Si le parece”

Las dos palabras más importantes:
“Muchas gracias”

La menos importante:
“Yo”

Esto parece demostrar que se puede aprender en cualquier lugar y bajo las condiciones que sea, a condición de tener los ojos bien abiertos y de querer aprender…

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Happy Birthday Little Hitler ~

When Life just Blows…Fukitol

My eyes opened pre 5:00 am this morning. It’s Sunday so that obviously signifies something major. Major it is. You know how when something sneaks up on you that you have to attend but you would prefer to chew your right arm off with the teeth of the latest road kill to get out of it?? The thoughts of the event forced my eyes open in the 4:00 hour. And no the blog never came to mind. I now have confirmation that certain events do not have the ability to be manipulated by thinking of the blog. Unfortunately I have found myself in the middle of just such an occasion.

Today is my niece’s 4th Birthday Party. Now seeing this in print I think to myself, “Your (my) Mother was correct, you are the biggest bitch to walk the planet”. Ever since “My Keith Richard Years” as they are commonly referred to my Mother has called me as W.B. ~ Wonder Bitch. At the time in the middle of surviving my teens the title was probably fitting. Looking back, I could just cringe at times when certain memories pop into my head. I wasn’t sexually promiscuous, but I enjoyed a good buzz. It’s no picnic dealing with a teenager on drugs that you have no control over. I was said teenager. Never arrested, but I know I put her and the rest of the family through hell. There we close calls, one incident comes to mind where a friend of mine had a warrant out for his arrest and living down a dead end road when we turned to pull into my house the police officer pulled in behind us. I pulled into the drive the officer approached the car, my friend scared actually punched the officer and ran and officer got his shit together and pulled out his firearm, I could not watch my friend be shot and the officer I now know had no intension of doing so. I did feel the need to step between the officer with his firearm drawn and my friend. Unfortunate timing that my Mother decided at that exact moment to come out onto the back deck to see who had pulled in to visit. Please keep in mind I was 16 at the time, my friend 18 or 19 and the warrant for his arrest was for a court hearing he missed for a DUI. Him striking the officer out of fear is what brought the firearm out. He was afraid to go to jail and when it was all said and done, he would have been in minimal trouble for missing his court date, but striking the officer fried his ass, as it should have, Anyways, I did earn the title she bestowed on me. That being said once I successfully got my shit together, I do think the title of W.B. should have been tucked away, but it’s stuck with me, just like a second skin.

I believe at this point it’s tossed out there much too casually. She at times will still refer to me as W.B. and when she does, I have a flashback to the 80’s. I don’t believe she does though. It was such a traumatic time, she has most likely and hopefully blocked most of it. I think to her W.B. has become a generic tag she throws out there when she feels I am taking a stance on something. I do this quite often I guess. I have never been one to hold back or not say exactly what I feel. I like people to do the same with me so I set the example. A lot of people are under the assumption if you speak your mind you have no tact, this is something I disagree with strongly. I do have tact. If a person is so fragile they can’t handle hearing what I have to say I have always been of the mind set they need to “pony up” for lack of a better term. I am much too shook up about the trauma the day holds to find the terms I am looking for in some instances, my apologies.

Got a little sidetracked, this is after all about the Birthday Party. Now I love my niece. She is the daughter of my brother (I have two) and I love her to bits. But I have no doubt that she is going to make me look like a Delicate Wallflower by the time her life unfolds. Two days ago she turned 4, and she has already earned the private moniker Little Hitler. Now Little Hitler is tossed around quite frequently behind behind the backs of my brother and his wife. Nobody in the family is out of the closet with addressing the obvious issues that exist and there are several. They all can be tracked right back to everyone’s inability to tell this child No. She has never heard this word from anyone except me. I blame this on her Mom and Dad reading all the books, because they were by the bookers and they conveniently skipped the chapters that had the word No in them. There really is no sense in me trying to convey just how Little Hitlerlike she is, it’s impossible. I also don’t believe there is enough space left on the www to fully illustrate the past 3 years and 2 days. I don’t even have the ability to properly highlight/ outline with any brevity. Our family had a brief moment of hope that change was imminent with the announcement they were expecting their second child. They even went out on a limb and said they felt the second time would be better, as they knew what they were doing and didn’t feel they needed to rely on the books. This statement itself is a who ‘nother entry. He has been with us for almost 2 years ~ we love him. Unfortunately, shattered dreams as far as hope for a change in Little Hitler.

Now our family is a bit unconventional. When we gather, anything can happen and it usually does. We do great if we gather for a short period of time and those short periods of time do not happen on a regular basis. If we gather A. Too Frequently or B. For an Extended Period of Time you can bet your sweet bippy all kinds of hell can and probably will break loose at any moment. We all love each other, but we all have very strong personalities and there isn’t one of us who could be described as bashful. We have had some amazing gatherings; holidays, birthdays, Sunday Dinners. It doesn’t matter what the event the opportunity for a blowup always looms in the background. It’s presence is able to be felt. Maybe Little Hilter just came into the family fully armed for survival. I don’t know I haven’t properly assessed it just yet.

Our family parties have always (pre Little Hitler) had the same structure. The Sunday nearest the birthday would be the party day. The party was always scheduled at Grandma’s. She lives on 100 acreas, has a beautiful home, swimming pool and all the toys; quads, dune buggies, eagle’s nests, trampolines, the works. If it’s fun, it’s found it’s way to my Grandparent’s house. Our family is also small. Mom is an only child. My Dad has a brother and a sister. His sister passed away in her 20’s, his brother never married. It’s always been just a small party regardless whose birthday it was. Little Hilter arrives and we now have to have these Grand Events, Catered Events with a shitload of people most of them complete whackjobs. If someone has said hello to L.H. they get invited to this party. This rubs me completely the wrong direction. A child’s birthday party should be about the child, a celebration of their arrival into the family, enjoying the time with those that love them. It’s not about the gifts, or the quality of fillet selected to be grilled. Each year as we have progressed this event gets bigger and bigger and has become it’s own: Can You Top This. They put this party together inviting everyone who has blinked in their direction. There will be people there today who have come from States not even close to ours to take part in this celebration. There will be enough food to feed a third world country. Everyone is so fake and so full of themselves it makes me violently ill when I am parking the car prior to joining this party. I am not a person who determines someone’s worth by what they have. I should also interject just so there is no confusion… I don’t take this stance because I am jealous of what these blow hards have acquired in life & I can hold my own with the best of them. I am a single parent who worked her ass off to buy our first home, by myself. I drive a nice vehicle, nothing splashy but an Envoy, that I purchased on my own & my home is filled with all the goodies that make living comfortable. My bills are paid, money is being tucked into my 401K ~ we are trucking right along quite nicely. I left my job at the Post Office for the one I have now, that I have had for 10 years. This was solid move that allowed us to live a comfortable lifestyle. So I am not looking at these people secretly jealous, intimidated by their jewels and worldly possessions. I am wondering why the jewels are plastered from head to toe , why everyone feels the need to name drop and go into the most intense can you top this mode I have ever seen. I guess they feel obligated as the tone of the party right out of the shoot is Can you Top This. That’s just how it’s put together and what is immediately picked up as a person and their family & their neighbors (most likely they have been sucked into this as well, they might have waved to L.H. once from their yard. That’s a mandatory invite). This is after all L.H.’s party. Its’ supposed to be about celebrating her and enjoying the day with her, making sure her and all the little ones have a great time playing. It’s supposed to be something fun and enjoyable. And it’s anything but. From the fake hellos as a person arrives, to the sterile critique of the meal to the opening of the gifts (this portion takes no less than one hour. I am guessing this year it will be closer to two).

I would honestly prefer to wrap my lips around the exhaust of the Envoy opposed to attending this gathering of Stepfordlike Whackjobs. Everyone dressed to the 9’s including the children. People actually cringe when their child runs of to play with the other little ones there. “Oh the horror”, their child wants to play with other children, in the sandbox and they have just had their hair professionally done for the party and are wearing a $70 outfit. Please keep in mind these children are preschoolers. They are instantly attracted to the nearest mud puddle, sandbox or anthill they can find. At any given moment you can look at the children and see one with their finger in their nose up to their elbow. These people want you to believe they are the be it all, end it all of the party. Everyone wants to be looked at as the family who is trying to be topped, yet these fake idiots arrive to a child’s party, and come unglued when the kids want to play or get a little dirt on themselves.

This is a repugnant event. These isn’t another word to describe it & I have to gather myself and my kiddos together and attend. No wonder I was up at 4:00 am. This has been looming over my head ever since I received the formal invitation one month ago. The invitation itself had a typo and that in itself said everything people who attend this farce hide from.

It’s a damn shame. My youngest who is soon to be 3 is really looking forward to the party. She can’t wait to go and play, she loves a cake and candles. She will play her heart out and have a blast. Some of the kids will be permitted to play as well. So she should have a decent time, if I can keep her away from seeing the kids who are forced to stick close to their parents and not get dirty. These children go through several phases as the party progresses. Sneaking off to play but getting pulled back by their harness, yes some children who attend this are harnessed liked a Clydesdale, some just stay by their parents because the fear of God has been forced upon them before they exited their vehicle. The next stage is tears they are crying to play, begging pleading and have resorted to tears. This is especially painful to watch and the time I really have to bite my tongue and tend to my own. Then they hit rebellion where they do everything they can obnoxiously so their parents turn them loose. Some have mastered this and eventually get their own way, others unfortunately remain a party prisoner.

Needless to say all of the above, and the meal (who can eat in the middle of this?? it does require an iron stomach) all lead up to the time that probably repulses me the most. It would be hard to pick one thing that made me the craziest about this whole fiasco. My answer is subject to change at any point throughout, as I detest it from start to finish. The gift opening is especially distasteful though. L.H. and her mother go center stage, children then take their position and become the inner circle. Even the party prisoners are permitted to get to the inner circle. The adults then assume their position. Video Camera on it’s time to open the gifts. It begins with opening the card, the card is read completely and admired. The gift that came with it is opened, extracted from it’s package, played with for a few minutes and set aside. The giver then opens themselves up for a hug from L.H. Now L.H. doesn’t like anyone but her mother. She doesn’t take kindly to being forced to hug someone, her mother likes to ignore this fact and make it appear like she is ill and cranky and this is a rare behavior ~ her freaking out and rebelling against something she doesn’t want to do or doesn’t like. Now keep in mind if the family is driving down the road and L.H. is not happy with everyone and their seats in the vehicle the vehicle is pulled over immediately and people sit where she tells them to. She will even force a driver change. She will force them to take two vehicles if she doesn’t want to drive somewhere with her brother. That being said you can imagine how she comes unglued when she is asked to hug someone she doesn’t want to. Additionally there are probably anywhere between 20-50 kids sitting in the inner circle salivating over the toys that are making their debut in front of them. These kids want to see the toys, they want to touch them and play with them. These kids might as well take a flying leap as there is no way in hell any of them are getting to touch these toys. L.H. has been known to demand the toys can’t even be looked at and at this point those toys go to seclusion, under a table cloth. If L.H. doesn’t want someone looking at her new toy, they will not be permitted to look, plain and simple. Everyone’s gift is validated by its status post opening. If it is thrown into the pile ~ they know they didn’t hit the mark. If it is put into seclusion they can allow their chest to puff a bit more knowing they picked something to be hidden from the masses. Everyone strives to pick a toy that will be secluded. The embarrassment they absorb when the gift is chucked into the pile hits them very hard. Most have mastered striking up conversation with the person next to them, or excusing themselves to find a restroom when they see their gift in line to be opened, especially if they know there is no real chance for it to be secluded. Everyone tries to wrap their gift so their can be no mistaking when theirs is in the lineup.

Now I could continue to go on. It is honestly too grueling to do so, as the event is only hours away. My eyes popped open at 4:00 am because my body was telling me something. It was saying go immediately to the liquor cabinet and say good morning to Jack Daniels ~ unfortunately I have to drive so that isn’t an option.

I’m not sure what anyone has on their plate today, I am pretty sure that the majority will not have to deal with something so agonizing. So I feel in a sense I am taking one for the team. The kids have already asked this morning if I am in a mood. Throwing it in my face that things will get better once we get to the party. They are 16 and almost 19 need I say more. They are concerned if I will be ok today. Calling for a family hug and secretly praying this will be the party I totally lose it at and free us from having to go to any more. They know we will always be invited. They just hope eventually I blow to such a degree I am too embarrassed to attend a subsequent event (which that would never happen). As I explained me blowing would only ensure our prompt arrival at the next scheduled party. Most likely I would make sure we were first to arrive as opposed to our current status of blaming our late arrival on the baby napping. Getting there, having to spend the least amount of time possible, having the phone ring and excusing ourselves for our early departure as work has called and I have something that requires immediate attention. I am fortunate to be on call 24 hours a day, 7 days a week. This does have its advantage.

So my day is scheduled. I would prefer Open Heart without the luxury of anesthesia, it didn’t go that way today. My Lucid Karma dictates that I must attend this party. Not sure who penned the phrase Karma is a bitch but they nailed it.

I should close with a sincere statement. Happy Birthday Little Hitler, I do love you with every bit of my heart. Because of you I am an Aunt and I do enjoy that and try to put everything aside and make sure we have fun, which we do. She acts like an angel when it’s her and I because she knows I don’t take any shit & she respects that. So I will wish you the Happiest of Birthdays and hope that I am able to get through this without coming unglued. I haven’t yet and this will be the 4th. I do know the eruption is building inside and I do hope I am able to keep it controlled as we face each year. I would have to think as she ages people will feel less obligated to attend ~ I sure as fuck hope so.

Wish me luck and be thankful you have never crossed paths with Little Hitler & if you have, I’ll see you there.

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What Do We Do When We Want It So Bad For Them?

Chris O'Donnell Runs White Horse Rapids (Class IV), Lower Deschutes River, Oregon

I think that The Science Goddess may really be a Muse. She’s inspired another couple of thoughts I want to get out here before they die of loneliness…

From The Science Goddess’s blog:

Late last night, Chris Lehmann posed the following idea on Twitter: Question on my mind: How can you demand that people to improve if you don’t improve the circumstances of their life / work / etc?

My response: Perhaps “demand” isn’t the right road? Perhaps we inspire or support or model?

CL: I agree completely. So why do we see so little of that in today’s educational landscape? Especially in urban settings?

SG: I think we do model another “reality,” but may be unwilling to accept that many are happy as they are.

If you’ve read her post, you may be feeling some frustration, a twinge of resentment, or even some outright hostility for the education system that seems not to be able to reach all students with the message that they can succeed in life (whatever the definition of success is) if they work hard and persist.

The fact is, most people, and that includes students, have their own agendas. Their desires and schedules for achievement of their personal goals may never be clear to us, but we can still do something important, and that is to, as The Science Goddess mentions above, inspire.

Before you comment about my apparent Pollyanna attitude, let me define “inspire.”

Science teachers know that grasshoppers have spiracles along their bodies. These openings play a big part in breathing for the grasshoper — like, that’s where the air gets into the organism.

The root of “spiracle” is the Latin spiro, a verb that means to breathe. (Can you see where I’m going with this?)

In Latin, the prefix “in” means in or into. Put the prefix “in” together with “spiro” and you get “inspiro,” to breathe into.

So if we cannot control, coerce, or command success for students, we can breathe into them our desire that they succeed by setting a truly professional example, by making available visions of possibilities, by teaching them well, assessing them accurately, and grading them fairly.

And most importantly, treating them as equals with the respect we’d give to our most revered elders. And that implies that we accept their decision about what to do with our inspiration.

That’s what inspire means to me.

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