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| Some times it's unbearable not to be surrounded by art. Chattanooga was so intoxicating with it's sceenery and it's people that the addiction was satisfied there. Here, maybe because of the people I know, or maybe because of culture... I don't know, but it's not the same. I've been reading poetry to get my fix. It's been great because I'm exploring spanish literature which is way different! I have yet to figure out why they write the way they do, and what the pattern is. All the same, it is exhilirating to journey through the images, and intimidating realizing the level those authors reached. But I still starve for visual images, the scratches of the pencil and the strokes of the brush.
So today I poked around at Google and stole a concept. Yes, I admit it! I found a photograph and it clinged to me. It was the silhouette of a bird and some branches against the light of the moon. Cliché? Could be, but the lone bird against the vastness of space just deserved a try at copying. So I grabbed some black paper and a white pencil and sketched it out. It was nothing but a sketch not to be bragged about, yet the trust back into the mindset of translating one thing into another, of being true to the lines and not letting them be skewed by my own preset perspective, of recognizing beauty and trying to capture it (though a thievery it may have been), was uplifting like only one of Us can understand. So here is a piece of my mind about stealing art. I will never claim it as mine. I will never display it. But I thank that stranger that pulled me back into that world and held my hand while I reminded my brain how it all works. Wherever you are, whoever you are, it was beautiful to plagiarize your work! | | |
| Turns out the horrible monsters from the IT department at my company added Facebook to the restricted sites on our network. Like 90 percent of the world's population, I gave into the facebook hype and organized all my long distance relationships through it. Now, when facebook became my distraction from work --meaning I spent all day every day on facebook-- and it was then taken away from me, I thought I was going to loose it!
BUT... BUT... I still have Xanga... and so do most of you Facebook hooligans who are reading this.... so let's go old school! Come back to Xanga and talk to me! | | |
| Here's a little note for all my spanish speakers... If you'r an enlish speaker you won't get this.
Chantel, te vas a cagar de risa.
English lessons for Ticos:
> FOR IF THE FLIES:...............Por si las moscas
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> ARE YOU DRINKING MY HAIR?:....... Me estas tomando el pelo?
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> TO THROW THE STORY:.............Echar el cuento
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> WHAT IS THE STICK:............. Que es la vara
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> GO TO KNOW:.....................Anda a saber
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> TO PULL THE PIE:................Jalarse la torta
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> LIKE WHO DOESN'T WANT THE THING:..Como quien no quiere la cosa
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> I DON'T GIVE MORE:...............No doy más
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> WITH ALL THE LEG:................Con toda la pata
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> SEE HER HAIRLY:..................Verla peluda
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> IT MATTERS ME A WHISTLE:........ Me importa un pito
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> TO BE A DEAD LITTLE FLY:.........Ser un mosquita muerta
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> TO GIVE BALL:....................Dar pelota
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> FRESHIER THAN A LETTUCE:......... Más fresco que una lechuga
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> DON'T YOU HILL OVER THE FLYING PANCAKE:.No se monte en la arepa voladora
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> FOR THE TIGER:....................Pa'l tigre
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MORE SALTED THAN A SAILOR SNOT:. Más salado que un moco de marinero
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> GO PULLING:..................... Va jalando
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> OPEN MONKEYS:....................Abramonos
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> LET'S ROW:.......................Rememos
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> PURE TENS:.......................Puros diezes
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> WHAT A BIG GLUE:.................Que gomon
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> PURE LIFE:.......................Pura vida (infaltable)
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> CIUDADES EN COSTA RICA
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> BIG FROG:........................ Zapote
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> IF YOU WANT:.....................Siquirres
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> THE VALLEY OF THE GOLD YES:......El Valle de Orosi
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> TINA'S GOLD:.....................Orotina
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> THOSE LEFT ALONE:................Desamparados
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> THE BLANKET:.....................La Sabana
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> FOR LESS:........................Escazú
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> BROADWAY:........................Paso Ancho...(me
aguevás con
>este último!!!)
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| Well... here I am in wonderful old Rosta Cica (as Silo tagged it). There's not a whole lot going on really. I'm trying to get a job at a call center where Austin works. I have a final interview tomorrow which should go well I believe. I went to my old neighborhood a few days ago and found a bunch of the grown-ups but only one of my friends... and now she's a grown up too! Funny how that works, right? It was fun talking to all of them and having all kinds of flash-backs. Although, there is this one lady... I lost a lot of soccer balls to her knife. She'd always blow them up if they landed in her yard because we weren't supposed to play infront of her house anyways..... what a mean lady! But we laughed about that too.
Otherwise I've been sitting around the house a lot. Every now and then I'll go out and get lost for a few hours and then ask for directions back home. My uncle says that's not very safe... I think he's full of it. Although, I haven't been here in a long time and it'd do me some good to listen.
Which brings me to this.... You'd think that since this is Costa Rica and I am from Costa Rica that I would feel really natural living in Costa Rica...... WRONG!!! People don't use the same slang any more. I'm too old for most of the stuff I remember. My spanish is that of a sixth-grader. It's hard for me to fit in. What sucks about all that is that Costaricans are very welcoming people (for the most part) so they'll be nice to me. But I know the difference between the guy that they're nice to and the guy that is one of them. I'm the latter. Also, things are much tighter together and crowded here than in my nice little sub-urban environment in Fairburn.... I felt so claustrophobic the first week here that I almost swam back to the states. But then I realized that I'm way too lazy for all that and abandoned the plan. :o)
But all in all, it's just another culture shock. It's just another time of adaptation. Some parts of it will be harder to mold to than others. Some things will actually be really fun to re-learn. In the end, it's another experience, another mark on the road. I, like all of us, must keep walking that road. In Lucky Number Slevin, The Rabbi tells Slevin that, "'unlucky' is only a reference for the lucky. You see, we don't usually realize how lucky we are untill we become unlucky." This quote makes that walk worth walking. In the midst of everything that is going on, there is something that, if it were changed or taken from me, I would feel unlucky without. The trick is teaching myself to notice these blessings while they are still here so I can enjoy them, and to be encouraged.... there is always something that makes us lucky. There is always something to be thankful to God for.
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| Most of my friends already know that I am leaving to Costa Rica. If you didn't, well now you do.
I haven't really been working with xanga because I have ran out of things to talk about... until now. It is really hard (and expensive) to make phone calls to everyone and let y'all know what's going on with the process. "Really hard" will grow to pretty damn near impossible once I move. So for the sake of showing you all that I do love y'all and that I want to stay in touch and let everyone know how I'm doing, I'm going to start writing on this here little site. It will be a bit hard for me to do so, simply because I'm me and even things like xanga remind me of good times and get me all sentimental. So please let me know when you stop by. There's no need to write me a letter each time, unless you want to, but at least make a face. Porfa.
So as of right now I'm planning on leaving in the middle of may. Not sure exactly when (which I guess I should start thinking about so I can reserve the ticket) but I'll let you guys know as soon as I find out. I have a few places to stay to choose from. Mr. Austin Green ( "mr...." ha ha, pa que vean que el mae es importante) has been kind enough to help me find a job so I can make some money down there. I'm probably going to be living with him too... that's the funnest option I have. State Colleges there are free, and private ones are very innexensive, so I'm starting to think about a new start on school. Maybe I'll end up going to my dad's school and being an engeneer or an architect... we'll see. But God has been with me throughout this whole saga and has given me blessing after blessing so that the words of Matthew are proven true in a very real sence:
"Therefore
I tell you, do not be anxious about your life, what you will eat or
what you will drink, nor about your body, what you will put on. Is not
life more than food, and the body more than clothing? Look
at the birds of the air: they neither sow nor reap nor gather into
barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not of more
value than they? And which of you by being anxious can add a single hour to his span of life? And why are you anxious about clothing? Consider the lilies of the field, how they grow: they neither toil nor spin, yet I tell you, even Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these. But
if God so clothes the grass of the field, which today is alive and
tomorrow is thrown into the oven, will he not much more clothe you, O
you of little faith? Therefore do not be anxious, saying, 'What shall we eat?' or 'What shall we drink?' or 'What shall we wear?' For the Gentiles seek after all these things, and your heavenly Father knows that you need them all. But seek first the kingdom of God and his righteousness, and all these things will be added to you. "Therefore do not be anxious about tomorrow, for tomorrow will be anxious for itself. Sufficient for the day is its own trouble." Matthew 6:25-34
He's got me in his hands, just like every other time that my life was drastically shaken and changed. He has a great plan just like all the other times. Pray that my eyes and ears will be open and that my heart will be willing so that I may obey him and enjoy him fully.
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