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Sunday, 04 November 2007

  • good cop. bad cop.

    so is it just me or are they releasing a heckuvalot of movies lately about corruption within law enforcement?

    pray tell me, what exactly is that supposed to do about the general public's trust in the very system that is supposed to protect them?  which also raises the question: who is the bad guy really? and what or who defines that line between good and... not good? IS there a line? yes? if so, how is this goodness or notsogoodness measured?

    coming home after watching "American Gangster", i've got a jumbled mess of thoughts in my head. nothing unusual here, right?

     

    i used to teach a class of 13 three year olds every sunday. to them, good cop consists of mas playtime, mas sugar, and no reprimands or dictation exceeding the attention span of a flea. which of course is completely natural for little people of that age. unfortunately for them, i was not a good cop.  fortunately for the parents, i was.

     

    life has a way of boomeranging sometimes.

    you ever have the sensation where a memory is hitting you like a bad cold and suddenly you're 17 again. stuck for a minute in 17 years young you. and its hard to remember that no, you're not there anymore. you're a college graduate living at home again and a future best described as uncertain. but still 17 persists... and you realize a part of you is still there. er.. here. rather.

    in any case.. delving back into my 17 year old brain as someone with 22 years of experience gave me a different. wider perspective. one that made me realize that those who are supposed to be in the good camp. in your camp. can make mistakes too. can hurt you too.

     

    and among some other things, i realized that they're not so different. the good guys and bad guys that is. in the larger scheme of things anyway.

    so yea back to this movie analogy... these cops with tarnished badges in a corrupt gov't infrastructure and renegade robin hoodlums trying to create "order" amidst the chaos (aka city) in a constant state of entropy, together form something of two halves of a whole.

    a whole that's quite broken really.  a depraved world where an individual's worth is based on another man's standards. but you know what the amazing thing is? salvation isn't granted to those with titles, or based upon the good or bad deeds that folks have or haven't done. that heirarchy is completely dismantled by the gospel of grace. the playing field is leveled out through the hope offered by the One who's already done THAT.

    Christ has already accomplished for us what we couldn't. what we can't. we can't achieve our own goodness. our own salvation.  He lived the perfect life and died on the cross in order that we wouldn't have to.  More so than goodness or badness... grace.  Amazing isn't it?

     

     

Wednesday, 05 September 2007

  • would've thought by now i'd have learned something...

    inspired by some quality time with perenially enjoyable sara b - books and study material for my last collegiate final ever sprawling before me...

     

    i find myself here.

     

    it's strange.  i pride myself on my capacity to anticipate and brace myself for the onslaught of... well, whatever comes. be it an unexpected and gut wrenching twist in a movie plot, a so-so lunch at a nondescript dining venue, the next rhyme in an all too kitschy and predictable pop song, and and so on and so forth. kind of like forming a fuzzy yet somewhat coherent picture of the next step coming in my mind in order to help gauge where my next footstep will fall... sort of like mental motor planning.  but this.  this is different.

     

    it's like those nonexistent dreams i have where everything before and behind me is black, black and more black and sleep somewhere beyond all that...

    but instead of sleep.. insert (whatever my maker has in store) here. they say that knowing yourself is not so much about knowing where you're going but where you've been. well, honestly.. doing the first round of introspection i've done in a helluva long time... yo tengo ni idea.

     

    i suppose this is what growing up is like. this unpredictability. for the past (let's see if this college edumacation has taught me something) ... yes, for the past 16 years my life has, for the most part, run a regular cycle revolving around the structured institution of l'ecole. school, for all you non-french buffs.  beginning not in january, but in september as a matter of course. ah yes, the circle of school life. all those newly married young teachers can attempt proliferating at the beginning of the school year, pop out a kid or two by the time school lets out, have the summer to coochie goo and recoop, then start all over again the next school year.  it's almost perfect isn't it? 

    to be frank, i'm one of those eccentrics who get her highs from the smell of bouquets of freshly sharpened pencils and that oh-so-subtle yet simultaneously gnawing feeling in the pit of your stomach that you get in anticipation of a fresh new year full of classes, friends, and challenges.  Some variation along the way.. but comfortably familiar challenges all the same.

     

    well folks, this year.. come fall, there ain't gone be no bouquet of sharpened pencils.

     

    some people pop right out of school and right back into gradschool. others immediately find themselves plugged into what is corporate america etc.. while others continue marching on from the graduation field only to become full fledged SUPER SENIORS.  and then there are the others... like myself who find themselves in this limbo of the recently graduated twenty-somethings still without a clue.

     

    (gulp)

     

    though i've some half-baked notions in my head, halfway on the way to fact from fiction... something about this displacement...taking away of this one particular certainty in life thus far: school, that is... is really disconcerting.

     

    but you know what?

     

    as freaking scared as i am of future unknown, i am freaking stoked for what's to come.

     

    aren't you? :)

    Currently Listening
    Little Voice
    By Sara Bareilles
    Many the Miles
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Monday, 09 July 2007

  • i fell in love in stages.

    it was gravity at first listen.
    (but as Einstein said, "Gravity cannot be held responsible for people falling in love)

    a fairytale it seemed.

    but before I knew better

    it was love on the rocks,

    having been caught in the undertow

    and all that could be said was

    "next stop, vegas please".

     

     

    hahah. yes. my v. sad attempt at an arty intro to my favorite favorite. Sara Bareilles.  (thank you to care for introducing me. )For those of you who were wondering, the song playing is "Love on the Rocks" by none other than sarab.  Her music is freakishly addicting, esp. after you see her live.  Unfortunately her shows are all 21+ these days (having been recently signed to Epic Records, i s'pose she's movin' on up :) ), so will have to wait until october.  but for those of you who don't have this age limitation, GO GO GO. by all means, GO.  she has one last show in la and then she's off to norcal i believe. so this is directed to you especially, yes you, lady with the recent birthday at berkeley. . GO and see her live, believe me, your socks will be thoroughly rocked.  in the meantime, check her out at www.sarabmusic.com if you feel so inclined. she's recorded some new songs (at long last!) for her new album with epic records. love song promises a freakishly good new album.

    and for those of you not in the know, she graduated as a comm major from ucla.  so there ya go. something.someone to relate to. :).

    right then, i'm done.

    that was my plug for the day. 

     

    my question for you.  what's Your idea of good music?





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    from almost one year ago (july 27 2007) to be exact.

    before i hit the not-so-big two one. began and ended my fourth and final year of collegiate edumacation. lost and found some friends. learned how to bake broiled banana cake.

    before yes. yes, it is here. the long awaited sara bareilles cd.

    all this to say...i have come back from xanga not-so-purgatory land to leave you with a few choice words.



    SARA BAREILLES. #1 CD on ITUNES.

    http://www.sarabmusic.com/

    listen.


    i'm done.


    Currently Listening
    Monster-in-Law
    By Original Soundtrack
    Love on the Rocks
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Monday, 30 April 2007

  • my talent?

    wasting time.

    two hours in a computer lab and what have i accomplished???????????????


    NATHING.

    splendid.



    oh and hello xanga :) my procrastinatory friend.

Wednesday, 21 February 2007

  • this suit is black... NOT.

     

    d'you think it's odd to be defined not by all the things that you are,

    but all the things you aren't?

     

    definition by exclusion? there was a term for it when they were trying to organize all of the organisms into kingdom, phylum, class, genus, species, etc. etc.  (don't think i got the order correct. king philip came galloping? yo tengo ni idea. please forgive my dear aunt sally.).  definition by exclusion or inclusion of attributes.  as in, consider all as part of the same group until proven to be different by examination of differing qualities, or all as different groups until proven to be similar etc. etc. tu comprends? non? ees okay. 

     

    in other news.  i've got a pie to buy, dinner to eat, and lovely people to meet. :) 

     

    have a great one, friends. :)