Bad Moods

Bad way to start the morning. But that's how it started. Angry for no reason, looking for an argument. By lunch time it passed and a few minutes ago it got so much better. I was advising a student who is working with Mujeres Unidas [It is the Mission of Women Together to provide shelter and programs for women, men and children who are victims of domestic violence and sexual assault].Excellent program, but the point is that she booked an entertainer [announced, but tickets yet to be sold] for a benefit concert. The entertainer: Saul Williams. Saul Williams is awesome. "You Tube" him. Great music and poetry. Here is the flier. I have seen him perform before and I am excited. Bad days can end well. Remember.

Love for Sale

Is it right or wrong?

I'm watching Cowboy del Amor. Here is the premise: a matchmaker unites American men with Mexican women. I know it's wrong. But there's something about it that makes sense. Is it that different than meeting someone at a bar or an online site? Perhaps I'm not looking at the big picture. A man pays to meet a Mexican woman. Is it different than a man paying to meet an American women. In some ways. I know some people will say it is taking advantage of a poor area, especially considering Cuidad Juarez and its crime against women. Then others will say it is of the women's own free will. Is there a right here? Hidden intentions, secrets? It's smart business for sure. People have been as foolish in Las Vegas, but maybe it seems the money makes it wrong: the profit.

I haven't been writing as much as I should be. I'm kinda lounging around letting myself get bored and distracted. I will get my act straight. Soon.

Dos Mujeres, Cuantos Caminos?

Another one of my found pictures. A Polaroid picked up while walking Sprocket on Linares street. I have a bad habit of picking up random objects. I like this picture because my best guess is sisters. But maybe that's a bad guess. La chica standing up reminds me of a lot of girls around here with the dark lipstick, the pose un poco coqueta, hoop earrings, long red nails. She would fit well en la colonia. La sentada gives off a similar vibe, but toned down. Still the hoop earrings, no nail polish, lighter lipstick, and the smile. The optimism. She gives herself a chance.

Santa is Santa, even in the colonia.

Doesn't remind me of my sisters much. now that is. but maybe if i go back to some older pictures they have a similar pose. una la coqueta, la otra sonriando. That's the way the rest of their lives go. En la misma manera que la foto.

wow

It's a boring day at work, with only a few students advised and I haven't felt like writing in blog. Lacking that motivation to say much about myself. So I was looking through other blogs on blogspot and it's funny to see some of the subjects. I love writing but i'm sure other people don't find it as awesome. So i'm looking through and some people are completely dedicated to knitting, polishing their nails, and publishing stories of LDS (which i figured to be Latter Day Saints). Half of these are in languages i don't know, and naturally if i see something that has a few Spanish words but can't read the rest, I call it Portuguese. and by my estimates, lots of Portuguese bloggers.
at the same time it makes me feel lost, but comfortable. I like seclusion sometime for the comfort. anyways, i thought these were interesting/great/strange.

http://sealdekker.blogspot.com/ : These are some hardcore photography parents.

http://williamtritter.blogspot.com/ : Talk about the opposite of inactive.

http://martapinasolamente.blogspot.com/ : about some art