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Ah the hoodie

danigrrl — Fri, 23 May 2008 05:09:19 GMT

The hoodie is an amazing invention. Nothing else in the world conceals so many wonderful things. Take the teenager, for example. The hoodie is perfect for the iPod during class. And perfect for keeping anyone from talking to or bothering you. Somehow a hoodie renders one acceptably mute. The hoodie is instant camouflage when the police are chasing you. It can instantly transform you into the everyman. Magically, with a hoodie, you are the same size and build as every other citizen wearing a hoodie. I imagine a scene much like in Indiana Jones snake-in-a-basket scene. Modern city scene: a young man being caught red-handed, robbing a convenience store. The cops go for him, he breaks into a run. He flies around the corner of the store and pulls up his hood. As the police come around the corner, they realize it's futile. The young man has run into a sea of teenagers, all wearing hoodies. They uncover a few heads, but no go, it's like the proverbial needle. And the hoodie would be perfect for hiding aging stars who no longer actually do their own stunts. Take Rocky Balboa running up the steps in his latest movie, performing his ever-famous, made-it-up-the-stairs scene. He should have had a hoodie. It's too obvious he's got a double for the momentous trip uphill, and it's obvious because his head is partially exposed. I mean, he had the perfect chance to blend in. Just put up the hood, Balboa. No one believes you have black hair at age 60+ anyway. The Hidden Kingdom was going to be the first Hollywood movie that Jackie Chan would pair with Jet Li that I wanted to watch for a super-hilarious, stunt-filled action movie. I love Chan, and I look forward to his stunts, as well as the mess ups, but I guess he's not able anymore. In the movie, he wears a big, misshapen, dreadlock-like wig. He's a drunk in the movie too. I suppose those two factors made it easy for his stunt double to step in and be less good than Chan; but sorry, shoulda used a hoodie. That would be weird, you say. No more weird than a China man with dreadlocks. What a disappointment. And Jet Li doesn't know English. Their cover-up for that was for him was simply not talk. Dude, just sport a hoodie, and you'll never have to talk to another human again.

Karmic revenge

danigrrl — Sun, 06 Apr 2008 00:14:58 GMT

A recent post reminded me of a speech competition to which I took students this year. I insisted I stay in the room for all the presentations because I wanted to see what other students are doing for their coaches. I was told that was fine as long as I stayed and didn't disturb the process. There was talking and laughing among the high school contestants outside the door so loud, it was drowning out the kids inside and the judge is a mom, so I took it upon myself to help. So between speakers, I poked my head out the door and found the culprit and told her we could hear everything she said. She gave me a dirty look. She was the last presenter and I was working on a diet bar and something in the bar went down the wrong pipe. I did everything I possibly could not to cough and I was doing really good, but the longer you hold that, the more energy is saved up. Suddenly I couldn't hold it and I burst out in this long loud line of choking, gasping, desperate coughing. It finally seemed to be over and I relaxed for like 60 seconds and it started again. I absolutely ruined her presentation.

A bouquet of Flours

danigrrl — Sat, 05 Apr 2008 21:56:58 GMT

My mexican BFF says that Flour tortillas are purely an American invention. He is From Mexico city and he says they make only corn tortillas by hand every morning and wouldn't think of keeping any until the next day or especially freezing them (being the smartass I am, I think I responded with something like, 'do you even have freezers, or just barns with chunks of ice?' to which I'm sure he responded, "que?" to which I'm sure I responded..."oh nothing.") anyway, he won't touch flour tortillas unless they are around a burrito and even then he looks like he is being force-fed liver. Which, ironically, he loves...along with brains, cabezas, and Bears (oh my). I mean, give me a corn tortilla or a flour tortilla, there isn't much food I don't learn to love.

Update on San Diego Fires as they relate to me

danigrrl — Fri, 26 Oct 2007 23:01:38 GMT

Yes I am a lucky one, In fact I am suffering from a slight case of that thing soldiers get where they were like, "why me? Why did I ...not have to sweep soot?" If you look at a map, my city, Santee, it is a white hole in the middle of a vast pink "evacuation" area warning map. In other words, the fire is everywhere but where I am. We santeeans are sitting comfortable and guilty in our safe haven while 500K other san diegans are crowded into places like the 70K football stadium begging for sunscreen. It's my workplace that has been severely affected by smoke and debris to the point that we can't even try to go back until next week. But the fire is a mere 2 miles away from my brand new 80 million buck workplace and that has be a little nervous to party over my break at work. The public schools are going to be hurting...they are missing 22 bucks a head for 500K students per day which so far is estimated at 44 million. Then there is the fact that we just declared a water shortage LAST week in this county. Right now the mood is one of coping and brotherhood and helping and for some people (I say in guilt) it's one of a much needed break from work, but as all disasters do and I remember this from 4 years ago when we had the other fires; that a break from an infrastructure's productivity reeks havoc for a long long time. Add that to the cave in of La Jolla and you...well, you... well you start thinking God has a little plan for all the evil conservative people that seem to gravitate here. just kidding! come on a little humor always helps, yes?

iianowear ; the star on the belly

danigrrl — Sat, 08 Sep 2007 23:23:33 GMT

Well this year I don't feel so bad about not having an "I went to burningman t-shirt." For some reason it held a low profile for the Tribe subject matter and I barely thought about burningman this year at all. I bet it thought even less of me. I don't hate it, but I certainly am glad I'm staying away from one of the people on here who launched a public campaine about how he's not going to so-and-so's camp after all because he might cross paths with Miss Thing and he's not going to make that mistake this year...which, I thought was interesting since hippies are supposed to find peace in the desert, not create war, but, watev. Some time about May, I started seeing these ads for iLLiano Wear. I'm so curious about how that went down. If I were to play dress up as an adult I'd wear everything in that line, yet a burner I am farthest from being. I'm just curious though, everyone started marketing the fur wear last year, but this year they had this Illiano selling really expensive wear that would be perfect for Burningman. That's just it, though, isn't it? If you have to market it, and it's perfect for Burningman, it's actually contra positive to the point of being a Burner. You don't BUY your state of the art freak wear, do you? Don't you kind of have to show up in your non-perfect hand-sewn rogue bear suit to really be fitting in? So now these ads are every where and I am reminded of the Dr. Suess story of the Sneeches. You know, those birds with the stars on thars? If Betty hippy has her Illiano wear and drives up in her air-conditoned, potty/shower included 26-footer all stocked up with water bottles etc., is she really getting the true pleasure out of the roughing-it-in-heels in the desert anti-establishment journey? Or, is she just being the primo sneech showing off the Star on her belly?

names are just words

danigrrl — Thu, 06 Sep 2007 00:48:27 GMT

I'm just going to gently raise a little issue here over Tribe names. First, I concur, nothing I ever do seems to end up "gentle." Second, I already know that friends of mine on here that I won't have even considered in this little diatribe will write me with their feelings hurt because they happened to pick word names that don't confuse or annoy me. So there's my disclaimer. So everyone knows the Abbot and Costello "who's on first" right? And just lately in the movie Rush hour 3 with Jackie Chan and Chris Tucker, there's a who are yu and mi skit... Detective James Carter: I'll be asking the questions old man. Who are you? Dojo Master: Yu. Carter: No not me you! Dojo: Yes I'm Yu! Carter: Are you deaf? Dojor: No Yu is blind! Carter: I'm not blind, you blind Dojo: That is what I just said. Carter: You just said what? Dojo: I did not say what, I said Yu. Carter: That's what I'm asking you! Dojo: And Yu is answering. Carter: Shutup! Carter: You! Dojo: Yes? Carter: Not You, Him! What's Your name? Dojo Student: Mi. Carter: Yes You! Dojo Student: I'm Mi. Dojo: He's Mi and I'm Yu. Carter: And I'm about to whoop your old ass man because I am sick of playing games! But why on god's Earth would you want to purposely confuse people and make your name something like "Whoop Ass" or "Sweet Smell," or "What For?" There's even a Bite Me. What the? What is the thinking behind that? I know this girl, she's a teacher; she's all nice and everything, but then her handle is Bite Me. I've never seen anyone get mad at her before... It might not be much before a new Abbot and costello skit is born: Who said California needs better math teachers? Bite Me. Excuse me? I said, Bite me. What did I do? You asked who said California needs better math teachers. And you have to be Bitchy? I'm not Bitchy, I'm Asking What For? I don't know. Don't know what? What You're Asking. What about her? Who? What You're Asking? I'm not asking anything! Nobody said you were!

I want my Cake and see it too!

danigrrl — Mon, 27 Aug 2007 04:17:58 GMT

WHY can tall people push their way to the front in a concert? Specifically a CAKE concert. Why don't people (besides me, of course) say, 'Hey, you can see from behind me, I deserve to see too!' Maybe concerts should just include the tallest people on earth. Might as well, that's what they are anyway: Tall people leaning on stage close to the action and short people trying to use their cameraphone telefoto to get a picture through the armpits of the front row.

iwant the iphone

danigrrl — Thu, 26 Jul 2007 00:19:35 GMT

Two years ago I started a new job at a private school. The computer guy on campus knows diddly about diddly, so I went to buy my own laptop. It just so happens there's a gaggle of mac nerds here so when I went to ask people, they all said, get a mac...really. so I went and got a lil laptop. At first I never used it, nothing worked on it and I couldn't use it for what I wanted to to and I cried for the 1000K I spent. But then I started taking these little classes they offer at the store and they taught me how to use it. I can't be without my laptop now, it's completely changed my life. It remembers everything, it a portable notebook, picks up internet almost everywhere...it hold all my photos and songs and all that other stuff, but the most importantly for me I can me a teacher anywhere anytime any how and I am no longer tied to one spot correcting papers all day. I can have students e-mail work and I can write lesson plans and use the internet for research. Ever wish you were one of those people who were like an encyclopedia. The one person in the room everyone answers random questions like, "what was the foil method, again?" I'm that girl now. I have terrible short term memory. I'm very deep and intellectual, but I usually am horrible socially because I can't remember enough facts of anything to hold an intelligent conversation. But all I have to do is open up ol' macky here and I can answer anything, provide a song, be a processor and a mailer, record moving action, record my voice, capture the world, show the world to the world. So if you get into using mac, you just get it. My whole life is better. I'm not kidding. so when the iphone came out I was psyched and I switched to cingular in anticipation of the iphone. Why? Because my computer is F-ing heavy! I have to have a backpack everywhere I go and that's just not cool. I have all these different ways to carry it, but it's cumbersome. It has an operating system in it called OSX. The iphone has an operating system! I can do almost every single thing with it that my computer could do, but it's the size of a phone! No more geeky backpack! So I know it sounds extravagant and weird, but it's a mecca for people like me who are usually social outcasts. That's why I took to tribe in the whole first place, because I am attached to a computer attached to the internet, and suddenly I'm social and have fact based answers even with this stupid dysnomia I have. I can literally use it like an external brain. And I have to. But I suppose people who don't have dysnomia use it to rule the world. I just use it to regurgitate trivial pursuit and be social finally.

Beckham Beckons, just not me

danigrrl — Thu, 26 Jul 2007 00:13:58 GMT

Arrogance is ugly. Beckham is hideous to me. In fact the whole soccer celebrity thing is way old. My boyfriend is Mexican and he's obsessed with soccer. In fact, when we were first falling and very crazy about one another...he asked me if I watched soccer. No...not really I stammered. I like football. Several posturing stands on how futbol IS soccer and I could never call soccer, "soccer" again, and in fact, if I want to use the word, I could apply it to the American sport because the name was MEANT to humiliate and since that sport was useless it would fit; he then said he was sorry but he'd give me three months and if I didn't like the game by then, i'd never get to see him since he spent most of his time involved it. Luckily, I liked it, I had never given it a chance, and so I kept my guy and true enough we live soccer. He plays it and his sons play it, so most of our life is either taking himself or the boys to their games to practice, or watching the many Spanish and English sports channels that focus on the game that cable offers. I'm being a bit facetious here...he was totally kidding and at the time it was actually cute...but all I know is while watching so much soccer...er futbol...I'm getting more than sick of hearing about and seeing the Beckhams. And here's what I learned in one year; I wish it were more: In Latin American soccer there are dirty fights, lots of crying and other sight gags to get cards called, they keep the ball strictly away from the other's goalie and the games usually end with a zero tie game or won only with penalty kicks in extra time...In American soccer, they powerhouse the ball, focus on atheletic prowess and spend much of the game kicking the ball WAY down the field instead of footplay and they actually kick the ball to the other goalie so he can keep momentum in the game. European soccer is all about strategy; excellent, if not magic footwork and higher scoring games. With Latin American, the entire game the announcer is screaming above the insanely drunk and crazy fans, who may or may not be throttling one another in the stands - is usually foul mouthed and isn't shy about who he goes for and then when there actually is a goal, screams for about three straight minutes. My boyfriend lets me mute it. It's our trade off: I watch and fondle him to get his attention away, and he'll lets me mute the Gol Lasso. British soccer a goal is celebrated more like..."Oh yes, well done. Well on him. Briliant." Of all the teams I watch, which of course, mostly includes Latin American and British, I like Chivas, Cruz Azul, and America from Latin America and Chelsea and Liverpool from Britain. I suppose Beckham is from one of those latter teams, but I feel like if you are a media hog and self proclaimed beauty and celebrity you SHOULD be in the U.S. I like the foot play, lack of crying and dirty play and the golf clapping for the goals of British the most. How to play the game...or who the players names are...I dunno. We watch it in Spanish. I still have not a clue how the game is played, ranked or even scored one year later. Hey and...that picture is my super-soused loco boyfriend watching his fav Cruz Azul here in San Diego with 67K other San Diego/Mexican fans.

Road rage

danigrrl — Mon, 23 Apr 2007 21:59:21 GMT

One of my students gave a "spring break" speech today about driving with her family in the car and they hit a cat. They are from from Tijuana. They decided to pull over and when they saw it was dead, they figured it would be more humane to pull it off the road, but none of them wanted to touch it, so brother got the idea to roll the spare tire over it, thinking it would stick to the tire and then they could roll it off on the curb. Like a cartoon. Instead, they just ended up crushing it into the pieces they were trying to spare it from.

Cho Seung-hui, was "Quiet:"

danigrrl — Sat, 21 Apr 2007 07:32:10 GMT

He was not quiet. When you refuse to say your name. you are not being quiet, you are screaming. When you write poetry that explains who in the class you will kill, that's not silence. When you write a play explaining how many people you want to kill, that's not being silent. When your classmates do not come to class because you are writing poetry about them describing how you want to kill them, is not being silent - and incidently, how did the students know to be scared not come to class? He must have read it. There is ZERO tolerance for speaking about guns in California, and I bet in Colorado. Personally, I think banning the thought of guns during workday hours is riduculous, like putting a finger in a hole to seal a dyke. But it makes it easier to spot the ones to watch when they choose to do it anyway. The students spoke by not coming to class. The teacher spoke by reporting it and the Admin spoke when they looked into it. And you know what the admin said? Sorry, too busy to care, you know, we must concentrate on parking. There are not enough spaces for the students we don't have enough classrooms for, but isn't it glorious that we are making so much money? I was Andy Williams' first teacher here (he shot up Santana in 2001) and that kid was creepy. He mentioned to his friends about how he might like to shoot up the campus. The kids just thought he was crazy, and didn't report it, but I tell you this, today if a kid even has a hot pink plastic water gun, he's reported. If you point yout finger and say the words shoot or gun, you are reported. Kids who say and do creepy things are expelled. I am just completely bewildered how you can let a guy who basically says, "Hey, everyone, look at how upset I am. I am learning to write better so I can better describe how to kill you all. Cause that's what I want. I want you all dead. See my play about killing you? Are you listening? Too bad." This kind of cry is not just something you can ignore as a teacher. When kids don't show up to class, I find out why. And when I find out why, I tell. It's not a matter of free speech. The constitution purposely has a clause somewhere in there that says something like, "you get to say what you want unless your words threaten other or endanger others." you cannot scream fire in a crouded theater. you cannot write poems about your classmates describing their deaths. Period. This was a no brainer.

I want your funeral

danigrrl — Thu, 15 Feb 2007 22:43:35 GMT

So last night on a commercial for the news, it plugged a story on Anna Nicole. Juan glanced over and said, "why did she die, she was so pretty." Okaylike...first of all, why should you live more than other people people because you are pretty? Second, she wasn't pretty! She was so gross! And to think all the sudden all these men are sad because she's gone, when no one knew they liked her in the first place. Everyone hated her, but no oe wants to seem to admit it. All the sudden everyone seems to be thinking they had some connection with her when she was so deluded and unreal. I want a funeral. I don't want to die, I just want a funeral. I want to see how people would react. I don't have all that many friends. If I died would I all the sudden get people crawling from the woodwork pledging their love for me? Will I have fifteen men fight over who is the father of my two grown kids? Will I get people breaking into my house stealing my framed pictures I bought from the goodwill? Will they sell for 1000 times their original worth? I think not. I think people might skip my funeral. And if they did, they would miss the Eulogy for me that professes who I am..."She was real. She was caring and wanted everything to be right. She was pretty in her own non cosmetically induced somewhat saggy skinned mother's body. She had no plastic surgery. She had nothing to hold up her overly large bust but Victorias secret. She was so down to earth. It's not exciting and dramatic worrying about her. She was...pretty normal, with normal problems. She was not deluded. She cared for others than herself." There will be no aerial view of my velvet caped casket. No long lost enemy will show up to claim to be an old good friend. My mom won't cry on TV and have the news interview her for the attention. What anyone who knew me would undoubtably say: She was very sarcastic.

dumb poems I've written on tribe

danigrrl — Fri, 24 Nov 2006 19:52:37 GMT

A shitload of bugs on my stove I can see they live there in comfort despite the presence of me they casually saunter they openly flaunt there If only I could afford some more bleach. I'm sick of their aires and their little bug parties They go on till all hours those maude, harold and arties A shoe? No help They don't even melt... I wish I had some more bleach Were I to clean the stove with soap and with water they'd just build a fun ride and avoid the slaughter That's why I just spent my last fifty cents I just when and bought some more bleach The bugs are gone but there's problem's a new I've run out of food I think I'm screwed too I'd rather have bugs than no food in my tum but all I can eat is the bleach I'm drifting quite high I'm floating toward heaven There's something here with me something stuck in my teeth those stupid bugs are going with me to my maker, to meet Damn that poisonous bleach And and and and and and... Excuse me please' while I cheesily squeeze this flea upon my knee, you see he's got some blood from you and me I think it an ungodly mixture I must get this flea off of me this blood of thee mixed with me before it becomes a fixture I hate fleas and I hate thee and if the stinking bed you cleaned I wouldn't have to always let you be but as it is with you pondering here stop trying to think what this all means it's not a big deal This flea on my knee it's not wholy flea communion just know that this blood you see between us, will be our only union -in response to Jon Dunne in his The Flea Someone wrote about me and a girl I thought was a guy, and that I had a crush on from what she wrote: Dani and Jess my pet sitting in a tree Write-ing P-O-E-T-RY! First comes bugs, then comes action, if only they weren't straight girls, we might see some satisfaction. Alas, and alack, and a lad, I was taken aback For Dani doth crave What my anatomy lacks: Where an appendage should grow There is only a crack. And while our names are quite boyish: Neither one of us "pack."

Vote! Unless you want a conservative congress, in which case; take a nap for three days.

danigrrl — Sat, 04 Nov 2006 04:32:31 GMT

VOTE! If you don't, there will be no checks and balances. There will be more war. There will be WWIII. And there will be more deaths. That is, unless you support Bush. You, Bush lovers (I'm talking about the President, perves!) you take it easy for a few days and maybe take in some church.

Seven to one I bet it'll be seven to three

danigrrl — Fri, 06 Oct 2006 17:47:53 GMT

"San Diego, CA) -- The Escondido City Council is set to vote on a proposal that would ban landlords from renting to illegal immigrants. The ordinance would require landlords to submit paperwork proving the legal status of tenants. If a landlord is caught renting to an illegal immigrant, the landlord would have to kick out the renters within five days or face penalties. The vote is scheduled for 7 p.m." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Okay, I'm just curious. Does this mean that every citizen must have papers that say they are legal? Such as myself, say. Would _I_ have to prove I was a legal resident? Cause I'm thinking...no. Or; is it that we are we just fully admitting that every Juan, Jose and Jaime that have a thick accent will automatically be asked, do yo have papers? I mean, one of two things is going to happen with this inane behavior: either they make it REALLY annoying for ANYONE to rent; or; they become instant judges of RACE as a vocational position. Great. Somebody get me out of Conservative town. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ It passed. It was 7 to 3 I heard. There was an interview with a guy who voted for it who said; "oh we weren't surprised, we all knew it would pass." In San Diego, they are trying to toughen fining and imprisonment for employers who don't check papers as well. The thing is...remember the seat belt law? No one has time to enforce that shit. So case by case, men and women will be judged and assessed as either good risks or bad. This gives them the right to "suddenly discover" they have an illegal working for them and get rid of them with no notice, while they face no penalty. Things are SO run like that here. And what kind of pansy ass bullshit is; "If a landlord is caught renting to an illegal immigrant, the landlord would have to kick out the renters within five days or face penalties." Or face penalties. That's like me in church yesterday when my students disturbed Mass. "I just had a teacher complain about you and I am here to tell you that if I EVER hear another complaint form a teacher, you will...HEAR FROM ME. "whooo. We'll Hear from her...we just did and lived through it." What kind of humiliating power-trip idea is: you have to leave in five days? Move all your shit, you working class people. Move all your shit and then move it back next week when the snitch is gone. Let's just give you an excessive fee to come back. That's right, we'll keep them busy moving and they won't make money and they'll leave. We'll just disrupt their lives to death. Nevermind the penalty for being IDENTIFIED as illegal is imprisonment and deportation. Anyone smell a rat? The landlord has to kick them out, not turn them over to authorities? Huh? What the hell is going on here? This isn't about justice. It just isn't. This is one of those laws that benefit very few, target and attack specific people, and make the majority believe it's benefitting them. I guess the theory is that as long as the gov't can show that there is a "them" we can feel better being an "us," and we will think these things are a good idea. But I see this as all some political power play that will benefit someone specific. It's just too flawed as an idea, but it "sounds" good to alien fearing citizens. ~~~~~ Immigration ordinance adopted NANCEE E. LEWIS / Union-Tribune The national immigration debate rocked Escondido Wednesday night when the City Council passed a highly divisive ordinance that would prohibit landlords from renting to illegal immigrants. In A picture accompanying this blurb, someone had a sign that said: "Pack your bag, the party's over."

Mel Gibson

danigrrl — Thu, 03 Aug 2006 15:17:44 GMT

...is one of my favorite actors. I've been a fan of his since I was a teenager, maybe before. I thought he was a very cool guy with his large Catholic family and his seeming fidelity with his wife. I don't know what he said, but I don't feel he should be ruined because of something he said when he was drunk, that he apologized for. Forgiveness is God's true joy. Catholics believe that all people sin and can be forgiven from God. I admire Jews. I think they have an amazing way of life that I feel, others are jealous of. I hate stereotyping and defamation and hate language. I also really hate spoiled brats that put my life or my friends or my kid's life in danger for a stupid choice. But I've fucked up bad before. I've been beligerant. I sin against the commandments, (apparently daily if you count masturbation as an impure deed). But I just do not see how hate and shunning is a very godly response to a complaint that someone was ungodly. Still, I struggle with the fact that if someone NEAR me ever said something so purely hateful as to dehumanize someone for their religion or sex or creed, I'd take action - BIG action. I grapple with the problem that since I don't feel the media hurts me or others (as they are so far removed from the swaying of my beliefs), that I am not responding negatively to this. I suppose though, that if a person insensed me so much I felt I had to ignore him because of such words, but who's actions never again had that effect, I could eventually find forgiveness even if I KNEW he still believed it. This would be true mostly because I would feel respected by being left alone. Which, I'm sure, brings up all kinds of other queries. On the other hand, I'll never watch or have anything to do with Charleton Heston, the rifle maniac. Well, except Ben Hur. I likes me some Ben Hur. *sigh* Thoughts?

My boyfriend wrote this for me

danigrrl — Sat, 10 Jun 2006 21:04:12 GMT

This woman who feels as I feel And bleeds from my same injury And that has the perfect shape of my life And the measure of my thoughts You know you drive me crazy You know that I am dying for you, my life I’m dying for you, my love You know that my passion is your person And that zone that I want to bite And the way in which you love consumes me but, quemasda Come to me my dear Extinguish this need now and excite me with a good pain When you scratch me and bite me and utter your woman’s Quejidos de mujer, This hunger satisfies me

8 facts

danigrrl — Sat, 10 Jun 2006 20:58:59 GMT

Weird. The criteria is; eight facts from 6 people. In other words, I've been "tagged." Much like a chain letter without any threats, I've been asked to put eight facts in my blog and then demand the same of 6 other people. I wonder if I have to check to make sure if the person I approach hasn't already been tagged by someone else...cause you force someone to put hundreds of facts up there depending on how many times they've been tagged. Well, I hope you checked, cause I'm not oversharing. Eight facts that's all you people get. Now don't put a curse on my family for ten years! Fact #1: I am a teacher, but I have three learning disorders Fact #2: I am in love with a non-legal immigrant Fact #3: I sing karaoke because I can't remember words and melody, otherwise I'd lead a band Fact #4: I have about 30 friends on tribe and I have met about half of them Fact #5: I teach creative writing and I am supposed to teach expositions and I am always afraid of getting fired for that Fact #6: My whole world is about to change completely, but I can't yet say why Fact #7: I turn 36 soon, yet most people don't even guess I'm in my thirties Fact # 8: My two new cats seem to be allergic to each other

Let them eat cookies

danigrrl — Fri, 14 Apr 2006 18:58:21 GMT

My mexican friend Juan was followed by a Santee sheriff leaving my apartment yesterday. He stopped at a light and turned right and the sheriff stopped him and told him he "ran through a red light." He straight up asked to see his immigration papers. The papers just expired, he's been working on getting them renewed. He was arrested. On the way to the first station, the man called Juan a "fucking illegal," and shared his opinion that he needed to stay in his own country. At the station they told Juan that they were not going to give him Amnesty because they country was "too full of Mexicans" already. Juan pled his case, he said he'd been here 8 years, paid American taxes; had no criminal record, had a good paying job and wanted to be a US citizen. They looked up his record and found he was right, but they sent him to Campo Jail anyway. He was there in a jail cell with no blanket or jacket and they gave him cookies and water and detained him until 3 a.m. They had him from 11 a.m. to 3 a.m. and they only fed him cookies. Then they drove him and others to the border and dropped them off without his own car or without 300.00 worth of tools in his car. It's up to him to find a way to legally come back to get his things. They've already told him they will not grant him a new greencard, so basically: he was dumped ina city with no car, no money, a dead cell phone, no food and his only means of living (his tools and car) are impounded. He's wearing the same clothes he had on yesterday as well. I have no idea what to say or do. Juan is articulate and hard-working and kind. He's a poet and a dad. I just don't understand. On the way to the border, the guard spouted racial epiteths at Juan and told him he was a disgrace. The guard was Mexican. And Juan said he would report the man. He said the man took OFF HIS NAME TAG so Juan couldn't get his number. Juan wants nothing from me, I offered to bring him supplies (he's staying with a friend and as payment, he's helping his friend paint a house) and he said, no, that wasn't my job, my job is to be 'Bonita' and that if I wanted to come to Tijuana I could come visit him, or I could wait until tonight because he's coming back with his California ID. I wish he wouldn't risk it, but what else can he do, really? His money is here and his things and everything someone would need to organize a base to get this rectified. I was very sad talking to him and he said don't worry. I said, "how can I not, now I know my sheriff is corrupt and he's bent on getting rid of my boyfriend." He said to 'not think on that,' that this should not put any stress on my life, and that I needed to just keep going and smile and he'd be here soon. The tenacity he and others like him have for dealing with the shit that comes specifically to them astounds me. He said he loved me and not to be sad. I'm very sad.

For all of you love cursed; the key to Mr Right...maybe.

danigrrl — Mon, 10 Apr 2006 19:24:33 GMT

Well if you use my method, it should go a little something like this: Because you have a svelt bod and pretty face, date 500 guys who only want sex until you start thinking love is sex . Realize how love sucks because it's just sex. Get into some new or favorite hobbies and have a great time, but realize there's no one with which to share it. Tell yourself LIFE sucks because Love does. Give up more. Feel useless. Loose all hope. Gain weight. Do that for enough time that you just give in to even wanting a relationship. Rearrange your whole life to not accomodate love in any way. Eat really good food. Spend all your money on your hobbies. Make commitments most nights of the week. And that my friend, is the exact moment he will show up and you will learn you were wrong about love. None of your old habits will be possible. You can't be clingy, or dedicate much of your time or share too much because you're too entrenched in all the things that aren't a relationship; You can't be vain because you now have love handles; You can't be petty because you are so grateful you were wrong. You can't obsess because you are already obsessed with that which you love. And you can't shower them with obsurd gifts or fuck around on long trips your life can't accomodate or go out for too many lavish dinners, because your money is tied up. What you become is someone who has strong interests, knows who you are, is humble for having been broken of hope, and has to make yummy dinners over candelight, is a good coversationalist, and snuggles on couches watching rented movies. And you now have someone you don't have to wonder, 'Does he just like me for my looks, money or labor?' Well it's a theory.

No ur policy here

danigrrl — Sat, 08 Apr 2006 21:10:04 GMT

I have a "no ur policy." It means any grown man who uses "ur" or "u" as whole words, won't get the time of day from me. Hope this doesn't bother u.

Eggsellent.

danigrrl — Sun, 12 Mar 2006 02:31:22 GMT

Happy Rite of Spring!

danigrrl — Thu, 09 Mar 2006 05:59:22 GMT

Rocky? Way Hotter than Bucky. If yah follow me.

Bird Flu

danigrrl — Tue, 07 Mar 2006 04:17:53 GMT

If the bird flu does kill humans, won't that qualify birds as terrorists? How much buckshot do we have?

The buckshot stops here.

danigrrl — Tue, 07 Mar 2006 04:13:27 GMT

http://www.cbsnews.com/stories/2006/03/03/politics/main1364883.shtml Hmmm first thing you do if a teacher likens your president to Hitler? SMITE THE TEACHER! MAKE SURE HE CAN'T SPEAK EVER! AMERICANS SHALL PREVAIL AS THE ONE TRUE... *dialtone*