I believe in love. I believe God has a hand in it. I believe it's virtually unpredictable. It happens. I'm here to tell you that it happens.
Tuesday, March 24, 2009
Wednesday, March 18, 2009
Is it wrong to want to believe in Sea Monkeys?
I know they do exist as a sort of brine shrimp
but I much prefer to imagine them as happy alien-like families with agreeable personalities.
I whole-heartedly believe a little fantasy is
necessary in life, especially when death and
financially difficult times hit.
Look at their long toes & dorky smiles.
Sunday, March 8, 2009
I don't believe in coincidences. I believe God narrates these pages of our existence. Our lives are the best stories ever created: all of them layered with foreshadowing, sorrow, the return of people from years past, success and fuckloads of joy.
I don't believe it's easy to walk through the shitty times. Waiting perturbs me.
Sunday, March 1, 2009
Monday, February 16, 2009
Sunday, February 15, 2009
I believe there are a plethora of excellent movies to see
in NYC this long weekend. In fact, I think there are too many great films to see.
Film Forum is showing Godard's 2 or 3 things I know about her. This is a *must-see.*
Tangentially speaking, the au naturale popcorn decorated with Baleine sea salt at Film Forum is such nifty hipster snack.
The MoMa always has amazing foreign films. Last night I saw The Flower Bridge and today I have a ticket to see Shadow of the Holy Book, a Finnish film.
Over at IFC, they're showing Gommorah. I can't wait to see that either. I've added an already hackneyed image of it for you. (You get it: semi-naked guys with guns & muddy sneakers.)
I believe the most titillating film among all these is Serbis. Down to the Angelika I go to see this Filipino flick. (By the way, if you tell me Filipino is not one of those words you have to double check the spelling of a dozen times, I'll never believe a word out of your mouth again!)
I believe we should all vote on an amendment to add three more hours to every weekend day.
Check yes or no.
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
I believe I have about four major life objectives.
I don't feel the need to rank them in any sort of order. One objective is to live in South America long enough to need a visa. Another objective is to make someone a U.S citizen through marriage. (I know, the person who doesn't believe in love is spouting off on marriage.)
I don't know who I'll make a citizen: Be he a Canuck, a Mexican, a Chilean, or an Italian.
Welcome to the land of Starbucks, Obama, Hollywood and Wall Street.
Sunday, February 8, 2009
I still believe love is fictional.
I still believe love is over.
I believe people confuse lust for love.
I don't buy romantic love. It's a great trope for movies and it works particularly well in films like The Princess Bride & Angel Baby. In some films, love is a lie.
I believe in liking people.
Saturday, February 7, 2009
It had been a long-ass time since I believed anything. It usually doesn't behoove me to wear the jaded New Yorker jacket though. Here are my newest beliefs.
I believe seeing the Tindersticks show in Brooklyn on March 6, 2009 will renew my soul.
When I purchased the tickets, I had a set person in mind to join me but alas it probably won't happen. Let's see what God has in mind for that particular night.
I believe in French butter. A crumpet turns into art, slice of toast is no longer bland all thanks to the magic that is French butter. Yes, I believe in the the beauty of slight things.
I had been battling God for a week or more but as the Flaming Lips say at the end of Fight Test, "The test is over."
Wednesday, February 4, 2009
Thursday, January 29, 2009
Sunday, January 25, 2009
I can't believe I've been to Uruguay. It seems so surreal & lofty. There is empirical evidence to prove that I was there: my credit card statement, an oversized t-shirt with a Uruguayan flag on it in my possession, photographs I took, a clear passport stamp, spare coins in my bag and dozens of memories.
I guess I expected, upon arrival, to become a dusty gaucho or a carnivorous candombe musician.
Thursday, January 22, 2009
I believe children are the funniest people on the planet. They don't even try to impress. Many just exude cool humor.
Tonight I was talking to a three year old boy. I asked him to write his name on a paper and he wrote something which resembled the scribble you see to your left.
I complimented his name-writing to which he responded, "You think that's my name?" (Snort.)"...that says McDonald's."
Monday, January 19, 2009
I believe it's rather shocking how many words I hesitate pronouncing in public.
Sure, I can totally play my ESL card but this is a bit absurd.
Here are a few words I practice saying to myself at night:
- conscious (LOL. I know....)
Naturally I know what these words mean but my tongue hates them.
Saturday, January 17, 2009
I believe Mutum might be my new favorite movie of all time. It's definitely in the top five films. It's painful to watch at times but when Thiago laughs there is nothing better in the world.
I can't believe I met the director Sandra Kogut tonight @ the MoMa. We hugged and I even got strands of her hair in my mouth.
I believe there are no limits to what people can create (when not living on the internet) and was so inspired to hear what Kogut went through to make Mutum a reality.
Note to self: get your ass off the effing internet. Start writing again. Ok, ok....
Tuesday, January 13, 2009
I believe the following passage found on page 112 from Many Lives, Many Masters by. Brian Weiss, M.D :
"Patience and timing.... everything comes when it must come. A life cannot be rushed, cannot be worked on a schedule as so many people want it to be. We must accept what comes to us at a given time, and not ask for more... Humans have many dimensions. But time is not as we see time, but rather in lessons that are learned."
Basically the fabulous shit I've been banking on can't happen until I learn what I am to learn. My favorite part is a "life cannot be rushed, cannot be worked on a schedule ...."
I believe in past lives.
Saturday, January 10, 2009
I believe certain things are best when paired together. In the morning, there is nothing better than eating oatmeal and listening to the Flaming Lips.
On weekend mornings, what could be better than coffee and journaling? When at a bookstore, I either buy two books or nothing. I wait until I need two books rather than bring a single book home.
Believe it or not, this post has provided me with troves of insight into myself. More about pairs and pears in the future.
Wednesday, January 7, 2009
I believe the worst part of living NYC will be saying hasta luego to Christopher and all our Wild Things. Who will roar their terrible roar, gnashed their terrible teeth, roll their terrible eyes and show their terrible claws?
God, if only I had been sent to bed with no supper tonight.....
Monday, January 5, 2009
I don't believe 2009 is worth living unless I can catch tonight's season premiere of Anthony Bourdain's show No Reservations.
For the love of Jesú Christo, he's going to be traipsing all over my motherland- México.
Tacos, mariachis, piñatas, cerveza, and everything else that requires a glorious accent mark!!