. The 79th Academy Awards (aka oscars) Presentation aired 25 Feb 2007, hosted by Ellen DeGeneres, was entertaining. All aspects were "safe", no radical or out-of-the-ordinary insinuations or wardrobe malfunctions here. They were good, but very vanilla. Not that I was expecting something other than what was aired, especially with the 5-second live film delay, just in case, but the jokes were funny and a family safe program. I love humor that "goes there", but of course not from this presentation. With Ellen hosting, of course I was obliged to tune in. And I watched the entire thing, without falling asleep... which I've successfully done for 3 years straight now (the not falling alseep part). The nominated films I'd seen were mediocre, missing from the nomination list (of course my opinion here)::: Brick and V for Vendetta. Having won several oscars, I'm going to go see Pan's Labrinth and *maybe* the Last King of Scotland. =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= I recently watched (for the first time) Guess Who's Coming to Dinner and I LOVED it. So much so that I immediately went out and purchased the dvd. The topics this film touches upon are still current issues. In speaking to my mother a few weeks ago, she has issues if I'd date a black man. I tried to explain that the skin color is irrevelvant, but she believes otherwise... her perspective is "what will the neighbors think?" Fuck the neighbors if they can't appreciate love for what it is, the coming together of two people who love each other, bringing more peace and love into this world. I tried to reason with her that our bllod still runs red, but she didn't want to grasp that concept. My father feels the same why. Image and others opinions matter more than what her own heart feels. I'm sorry, but I just don't see that. It's not me being desparate for peace and love in this world, it's my welcoming the feelings of peace & love and relationships despite what others may feel. Not being spiteful, but being open to allow love blossom, even though it may not be the popular thing to do. I told her that I like Latinos (I had to break it down to her by specifying Mexican's and Puerto Rican's, even though I love *all* latinos & latinas),,, and she became quiet. I'm not doing this to push her buttons, just to try to show her that love is love... regardless of what the outside may be, the inside feelings are the same. . . . . . . .. . . . .. . . . . . .. . . . . . . . . . . .. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Today I went to see Bridge to Terabithia and I loved it !!! It's a fantasy film about two kids who endure an outcast stigma from their school peers. Their common bond brings them closer together, as their adventure takes them to an enchanted world. I laughed and even cried a couple of times... making this film even *more* special. . . .

. . . The following is a true blog::: my rants and raves and complaining about things I can't even really control, not that I _want_ to control... but I don't even seem to understand what's going on... repeatedly. BE WARNED::: it may sound like babble, so bear with it or don't even read it, move onto one of my more interesting blogs. I just need to vent, and I'm choosing to do so here. You've been warned L0L = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = I'm the first to admit that I wear my heart on my sleeve, which makes me more vunerable to the volatile emotions associated with dating. I'm not saying I'm a crybaby or unstable. But I don't like being taken advantage of when it comes to waiting for somebody to show up when they say they're coming over or meeting somewhere. Waiting for like 4 hours (at home). Ok, true that I may have been home lounging anyways, but the waiting for their call is inconsiderate on their behalf. I do have a max wait time of about 20 minutes away from home. This seems to be one of my recurring things I need to learn, because I've permitted this to occur over and over, with many people. I respect others and one of the ways I demonstrate this is by being punctual when we agree to meet somewhere/sometime. But the other person seems to abuse this goodness I have. I'm made to wait and wait with no regard for my time. Ok, I take some acceptance because I really don't express my true feeling of not wanting to wait, and how it affects my opinion of that person. And after a time I don't "have to" wait, once a reasonable time has elapsed. But I wait anyways, choosing to put other things that I may want to do on hold. Things such as doing laundry or going to the bank or maybe just going for a walk, or sitting in the park. These are things I do choose to sacrifice for spending time with him, when we do finally get together I don't show any resentment towards him, but the waiting does annoy me. It goes back to respect. I understand that things arise, traffic, delays, etc, but when this becomes a repeated pattern that's when the respect for my time is compromised for their own selfishness. Also it's my understanding of others circumstances that puts me in a position to be vunerable and my time taken advantage of. I guess that I've reached that point where I'm tired of this and I'm not going to wait an unreasonable amount of time. I'm still trying to understand why this keeps happening, what lesson there is for me to learn. .

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so here's me yesterday zipping down Lincoln Rd on my skateboard:::

While minding my own business, I'm cruising down Lincoln Rd at a good clip on my skateboard and suddenly here's what I felt... decribed step by step (multiple things occurring at once).  


I hear/feel the tell-tale skiding of a small, flat stone lodged under one of my wheels... creating an audible scraping sound of stone kissing the concrete.    Already it's too late to bail because I'm being thrust--- Newton's Law of Motion in action.  My body is propelled forward into a rolling tumble.  My right arm launches out forward, palm open, facing downward.  I feel the landing, but simultaneous things happen in such a high speed that I'm oblivious to any pain.   I see my shoulder bag pass by me, still slung over my shoulder,  on my left, kinda funny, actually.  

I stand up, reposition my bag.   I glance quickly around me to see who has witnessed my extreme act of crash and burning.   Today there were only a few people, with one lady asking me if I'm alright, I say yes, while verbally cursing that flat little stone that impeded my smooth ride.

Next I brush myself off, and walk back to my skateboard.   The skateboard always rolls in the opposite direction of my originally intended direction.   This time it goes all the way back across the street... good thing no cars were there to run it over.  A miniscule stone causes this sort of havoc upon my glorious ride. 

When I'm reunited with my board, I quickly flee the area of embarrassment.   Upon a physical scan there are absolutely no injuries incurred, aside from a slightly bruised ego, this time.   My palm is slightly red, but, luckily,  the skin isn't even broken.
 

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I live to tell another story of crash and burn  T-H-R-A-S-H-I-N-G

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