Tuesday, February 28, 2006

Aww, Man, Put It Back On...

Words cannot explain just how WRONG Barry Bonds looked yesterday when he cross-dressed for American Idol. Just plain wrong. Ugh.

Sheesh. Ms. Bonnie Bonds looks like she can slug a homerun with her eyes closed.

Crush of the Month (February 2006)

Let's forget for a second that I did not post a Crush of the Month (CotM) for January. Let's also fail to remember that today is the last day of February. What matters is that I have an official CotM, and for this month, it's a tad different than normal...

With me running around campus trying to accomplish God knows what, the one thing that's kept me going is my love for old-school Hip-Hop. Yes, I'm talking REAL Hip-Hop, not that stupid bullshit that's on the radio nowadays with someone yapping about how much money they got or how many hoes they've skeeted on. I'm talking Eric B. and Rakim. A Tribe Called Quest. EPMD. Early NAS. Digable Planets. Classic Wu-Tang. These folks made MUSIC. They spit hot rhymes, told us how to chill the RIGHT way, and let us know just exactly what's going down in the world. From "Follow the Leader" to "They Want EFX," I just couldn't go wrong with an excellent playlist of about 300 tracks from the Golden Era of Hip-Hop.

Whoever hates on Hip-Hop hasn't heard any of this shit. Try digging deeper than the crap they play on the radio. You might be surprised.

So, because the ol' skool has brought so much joy to me during this past month, I am very happy to announce that "Old School Hip-Hop" is my official Crush of the Month for February. Congrats, yooo!

Until next time, keep "Buggin' Out", "Don't Believe the Hype," "Don't Sweat the Technique" and remember what's the "Scenario."

No Omega

"Snores. All I can hear are snores," I thought to myself.

And they weren't my own.

As I laid in bed staring at the ceiling at 4:30 AM, I wondered to myself when the hell I was going to go back to sleep. I rolled over and saw my mother on the other side, peacefully knocked out. I smacked myself on the forehead, trying to come up with SOME way of going back to sleep. I couldn't understand why I was so restless. At first I thought maybe it was the whole "I'm not home" thing, but then I thought that maybe it was just me being in Houston. Something was bothering me. I couldn't put my finger on it, but whatever it was, I was worried about something...

During my Houston trip over the Holiday Break, I kept on having this recurring dream where I was trapped inside of my aunt Ruth's ginormous house. For whatever reason, I couldn't find an exit. In the dream, my search for an exit grew more frantic as I kept on going from room to room. To make matters worse, my aunt's rather obnoxious shih-tzu kept following me, yapping about. I was going insane; I had been in that house alone for what felt like an eternity. After awhile, my frustration came to a head when I heard this annoying alarm go off.


And then I would wake up. During the week or so that I stayed down in Texas, I had that same dream on four different occasions. I couldn't understand why I kept on having that vision. What I did know was that afterward, I felt restless.

One morning, I mentioned the dream that I kept having to my mother, my uncle Angel, and my aunt Vicki. Vicki's eyes lit up as she thought it was as good a time as any to bring out the fabled "suenos", or "dreams" book. Now, for those of you unfamiliar with Latino culture, basically, EVERY Latino family has a book at home that deals with dreams and the meanings behind them. For example, if someone is dreaming of fish over and over again, the book explains that the fish are symbols of new life, which in turn, means that someone close to you is about to have a child. It's all ridiculous superstition, if you ask me, but so many people place such importance on stuff like this, that I have no choice but to listen to these kinds of things all the time. Out of respect for those that buy into that stuff, I've learned to just keep quiet whenever these kinds of conversations are brought up. Last thing I need is a sandal to the face from a devout believer.

So, of course, Vicki found my particular dream within that book. I mean, the book entry didn't specifically say, "Aunt Ruth's house, annoying shih-tzu, etc" but, it did match in the general sense. My aunt read the meaning of the dream aloud:

"You're trying to get away from a problem that you've been having, but you have yet to find your way through it."

A problem that I couldn't get away from? At first, I couldn't put my finger on what problem that could possibly be. But then, my answer was revealed about a week later, when I discovered that I did not fulfill my requirements for graduation. Suddenly, it all made sense. The house I couldn't escape from symbolized school, and the alarm that went off was a symbol that my "time" had run out. I had been in school past my time, and I could not get away. The dog, was, I guess, just a stupid element my brain added into the dream just to make things interesting for itself. (God, I really hate that dog.)

So now, with this semester, I have officially hit my fifth year in college. FIFTH-YEAR. Such a dubious honor. I don't know what's worse, though: The fact that I'm a fifth-year senior, or that I've actually grown comfortable with the idea. At first, whenever it was brought up in a class setting or something, I would usually see some snot-nosed junior smirk whenever they realized how much time I spent in school, and get angry at myself. But then, after awhile, I discovered two things: A) I'm intellectually superior to about 94.5% of my peers and B) I really wasn't ready to leave college. Not to be egotistical or anything, but the first one was a given. I just needed to reassure myself of that fact by staying quiet in all my classes for a few days and listen to the myriad of ridiculously misguided comments that came out the mouths of my fellow classmates. It's amazing how class dynamics change when I'm not the one answering all the questions.

When I came to the conclusion that I wasn't ready to leave school, everything just clicked. About two weeks ago, after dodging yet another question about what I'm doing to do post-graduation, I realized that if I had left school last year, I would've been completely lost. I would not have known what direction to go. Now, a year later, I'm still in that position, but the key difference is that I'm in a much better position to take advantage of campus resources to find some kind of niche I could fill. As this semester goes on, I'm beginning to see signs all over the place that somehow, I'm exactly where I'm supposed to be. It's hard to explain, but I know that this extra year, and particularly, this semester, will absolutely shape what I do for the next few years. I don't know how it's all going to end up, but between me running around trying to become a super photographer/filmmaker, and my leading a massive research project at the University, deep down inside, I know that this is it. This is the ONE.

Now, all that's left is making a visit to the Career Services office, and soon, my future will come into full view.

And maybe, just maybe, I can get out of that dreaded house. And kick the shit out of that fucking dog while I'm at it.

Sunday, February 26, 2006

So Sick of Fevers. And Love Songs.

After fighting a fever from hell, I can say with confidence and dash of vertigo for good measure that I feel better. Good enough to be able to type out a blog entry without blacking out.

It sucks being sick. For one, it kills your social life. I mean, who the hell wants to be around someone who looks like they just challenged Death to a staring contest and lost?

Just to give you an idea how debilitating this particular virus was, I'm convinced that both myself and my friend Fabricio had the same exact strain. The result? He wound up in E.R. and needed I.Vs to keep him hydrated. We're definitely not talking about some two-bit cold here. I probably would've had to have gone to the hospital too if I hadn't fought myself and scrambled for some much needed supplies. Imagine seeing someone stumbling about in a supermarket, pale as shit, struggling to pick up a carton of orange juice. That was me right there. Toss in typical Syracuse weather (AKA: Blizzard) and BAM, you have an event of Olympic proportions. As a matter of fact, that should be an event at the Winter Olympics. The "Alpine Sickasshit Biathlon."

So, I've been resting up this entire weekend, lying in bed, wrapped up like a little burrito, hoping to recover just enough to get back to my work. The only good thing about being in bed the whole weekend was that I was able to have my very own "Lost" marathon. Courtesy of BitTorrent and the iTunes Music Store, I saw the entire 1st season of the hit show and parts of the 2nd season, snuggled up in bed. If you haven't gotten into this show, I highly suggest you check out the pilot episode, available on iTunes for 2 bucks, and see what all the fuss is about. "Lost" is like televised crack. You get addicted right from the get go.

This marks my first official published entry in the "Coffee Break" in more than a month. I'm sure I lost a bunch of regular readers, but whatever. It's been... "interesting" these past few months for me. Long story short, I was forced to come back to SU for yet another semester. I had to scramble to not only find funding for the additional semester, but also to pay some ridiculously high heating bills that my roommates and I accrued last semester. I also came really close to losing my "single" status, only to catch the prospect in one lie after another. These stories, as well as many others, should be published relatively soon. Everyone who's been worrying about me (or at least wondering about me) needs to understand that I have a LOT on my plate this semester, so it might take awhile for the entire image to reveal itself.

As I rub my face and grimace in pain over the fact that I haven't shaved in four days, I'm looking over some of the e-mails that I've received from you since my writing hiatus began. While the majority of people asked the simple, "where are you," others came up with questions that I couldn't help but giggle over. Some even asked real questions. You guys know what you asked, so here are my answers, in no particular order:

1) No, I'm not dead. Two days ago, though, you would've thought it.

2) Sex keeping me away from blogging? LOL.

3) No, I did not get buried underneath a snowstorm.

4) Yes, I got deported.... no, you fucking moron. :-)

5) Wifed up? Nope. Not at all.

6) No, I did not finish college yet, unfortunately. I refuse to give Van Wilder a run for his money, though.

7) I'm really ambivalent about Apple switching to the Intel processor. I mean, for years, we've equated the Wintel alliance with everything that is evil in the world. Now that Macs are switching over, I suddenly find myself in a bit of a moral dilemma. The good news, though, is that the processor switch won't affect the OS. So, the new Intel Macs are still "Macs." As far as Apple making the OS available for generic Intel boxes... that's not going to happen. You know people are going to do whatever they can to hack the OS to get it to work on a regular PC, but, in my opinion, it doesn't make sense to bother. Part of what gives the Mac platform its advantage over Windows is the fact that the hardware and the OS are made by the same company. However, there is evidence that the new Intel Macs might be able to run Windows natively...

8) Me? Still in London? What have you been reading the past two years? It certainly wasn't my blog, that's for sure.

9) Let's see... I'm not sure what I want to do anymore when I leave college...more on that in another blog entry...

10) Now this one made me have juice come out of my nose in laughter... no, I'm not pledging. A couple of people that I know and love, however, are, at this very moment. I wish them all the luck in the world, and I look forward to seeing them on the other side.

11) When am I visiting you? Try calling me first. We gotta work our way up, you know?

Wonderful, wonderful questions. Keep 'em coming. Sure, it might take me two months to respond, but the point is that I respond, right? :-)

Now, let me get back to being wrapped up like a burrito as I watch yet another episode of "Lost"... it's crack, I tell you!
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