Archive for ‘silly stuff’

June 2, 2011

damsel in distress.

by la rebelde

HOOP SKIRTS AND TRAIN TRACKS Pictures, Images and Photos

It was a beautiful LA day.  I was sitting on the steps in front of my building, suitcase and computer bag in tow, waiting for my friend to pick me up to take me to the airport.  I’m looking kind of fly because, well, I felt kind of fly that morning.

A young Asian American woman, maybe in her early 20s, came out with the cutest little white puppy. I’ve been wanting to get a dog for a really long time, but haven’t because I travel too much.

She was taking him for a walk, but he was not on a leash.  As soon as they came out of the gate, the puppy ran, exploring everything in sight.  She ran after him.  Or more accurately, she hobbled.  She tried to run after him, but couldn’t because she was wearing some ridiculous flip-flops.  You know, the kind that certain women wear when they only want to be looked at, but not actually have to walk anywhere.  To her credit, she was still in her pajamas.  Despite her calls to it, the puppy, of course, kept running away, even out into the street.  She just kept crying, “Oh no! Oh no!” over and over again, literally pouting that the puppy did not just miraculously come back to her.

Now, I know I’m being a little judgmental, seeing as how I know nothing about this woman. She just acted so…helpless.  Maybe it was the shoes.  But hello, put the dog on a damn leash!

Suddenly five Latino men came out of nowhere.  And I do mean nowhere.  (I’d been sitting on those steps for at least 10 min and hadn’t seen anyone.)  One ran after the puppy.  A truck stopped in the street and two more got out to chase the puppy.  Another stopped the traffic.  And still another got out of his car to join the chase.

After a few minutes, the puppy came up to me and I petted it.  I begrudgingly gave it back to her.  The truck of men rolled by really slowly and gave us the up and down.

Really, guys?  Really?  I know it’s nice to help people who are in need of help.  But seriously, that damsel-in-distress thing is what gets your attention?  Disappointing.

[Image By Bluefox_09]
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February 15, 2008

fearless.

by la rebelde

This is disturbingly accurate. Except for the planning-a-romantic-evening thing. I’m a leo. So, friends, that means I like to have the romantic evening planned out for me. Just kidding, I’ve done some planning here and there, but that was in a different lifetime. Who knows how the now-me would be. And fearless? Well, if only that were entirely true. But if it makes me hot, hey, I shouldn’t complain, que no?

I’m taking a break from writing for a few hours tonight to have dinner and drinks with my amiga in Lincoln Heights at a brewery neither of us has been to before. Beer and amigas–it doesn’t get better than that y’all!

My next post will be a real one.


Your Candy Heart Says “Hug Me”


A total sweetheart, you always have a lot of love to give out.

Your heart is open to where ever love takes you!

Your ideal Valentine’s Day date: a surprise romantic evening that you’ve planned out

Your flirting style: lots of listening and talking

What turns you off: fighting and conflict

Why you’re hot: you’re fearless about falling in love

February 11, 2008

2:11a.m.

by la rebelde

I saw this fun one over at phd me’s spot. I am clearly too brain-fried from working on my pinche dissertation to compose any extra pieces of writing right now, but uh…Whoa!

“Your time of day has a split personality — sometimes it’s sweat-streaked and loud, and you’re on the dance floor, getting your third wind, and shouting lyrics like you’ll never run out of energy. You are the time of night that carves itself into your memory forever, because you’ll never forget how much you love these people and this moment and this song. It’s not always about unforgettable parties, though. Sometimes your late night (err… early morning) burst of energy happens when you’re home alone. Those are the times when you say, “I flat out refuse to go to sleep until I finish reading this book, or typing this page, or reorganizing my entire closet.” In either case, you are the time of night when it feels sort of forbidden to be awake, but you love accomplishing something special long after everyone else went to bed. And hey — you can always catch up on sleep tomorrow, right?”

Who knew that I am the time when being awake feels forbidden?? But it’s partly true…I do like to get down on the dancefloor and sing at the top of my lungs every now and again. Maybe not at 2:11am though–I had to give that up when I turned circa 28. Seriously–2:11am is for winding down after the song and dance. Watcha!

February 8, 2008

page one two three meme.

by la rebelde

I’ve seen this meme several times on my regular blog stops, but most recently I saw it over at chicanaskies, who got me thinking about whether this meme is supposed to reveal something about current states of being… You know, because I’m the kind of person who reads horoscopes online everyday even if I don’t take it that seriously. Seriously. Anyway, it’s a fun meme and I tag all y’all who haven’t done it yet!

So here’s how it works:

Pick up the closest book of 123 pages or more (no cheating!)
Find page 123
Find the first five sentences
Post the next three sentences

I just organized a stack of books and articles next to my desk that are relevant for this dissertation chapter I’m working on. This book was on the top of the stack just by chance. It’s Douglas Monroy’s Rebirth: Mexican Los Angeles from the Great Migration to the Great Depression. (On an unrelated note, I don’t actually have “just-for-fun reading” in my office area–that genre is located in the bedroom…I’m thinking this needs to change.)

Here are the sentences:

María Flóres related, “I come in the morning, punch my card, work for an hour, punch the card again. I wait for two hours, get another bundle, punch card, finish bundle, punch card again. Then I wait some more the whole day that way.”*

For many reasons, I’ve been thinking about my mom lately. Like María Flóres, who worked at a garment factory in LA during the Depression, my mom worked in a sweatshop in Chinatown, NY when she was a child. After school, she would go to the factory to help my grandmother with the sewing. She once described to me the feeling of the heat, the sound of the machines and the way the lint would stick to her skin. “That’s why they called it a sweatshop,” she’d said. So maybe this meme is the universe reminding me to remember those women who came before me, whose hard work makes it possible for me to sit at this desk and write my dissertation next to huge piles of books. Guess I need to get back to writing my chapter…

* Douglas Monroy, Rebirth: Mexican Los Angeles from the Great Migration to the Great Depression (Berkeley: University of California Press, 1999).

December 5, 2007

la super picosa.

by la rebelde

Because I’m bored–and tired from spending so much time looking at old stuff–I decided to take this little quiz just for fun before heading off to bed. (saw it on a few other blogas.) It says I’m hot, y’all! Now I can sleep well knowing that my life at los archivos could be crazy interesting at any minute because I have fruity goodness and flavor. Bring it on, Spiffy-ton!

Your Score: Habanero Pepper

You scored 75% intoxication, 100% hotness, 50% complexity, and 75% craziness!

You are Habanero!

You’re hot and very flavourful. Unlike most hot peppers, your fruity goodness really comes through. You’re great in unexpected situations, and quite vibrant, to boot. You’re fun, spontaneous, and have been known to cause intense giggle fits. Woot!

Link: The Which Spice Are You Test written by jodiesattva on OkCupid, home of the The Dating Persona Test
November 1, 2007

‘that’s for years of humiliation, bitch!’

by la rebelde

One of my college friends put this on my myspace page and it had me ro-llin!

Favorite part? Well, I don’t want to ruin it. But let’s just say, I’ve been feeling a lot like Charlie the last few weeks. You know, tired of folks who say one thing and do another…I think I’d like to kick some ass too. Of course I mean that in the nicest way possible. ;)

Hope you enjoy it as much as I did. Happy Halloween y’all!

October 16, 2007

gadget.

by la rebelde

Gadget was my first car. She was a 1989 Mercury Tracer Hatchback. Beige. I got her in college and she lasted me through my grad program in Tejas. Mi amiga used to call it “the huevo” and my gramma picked up on “the huevo” too. But Gadget was named after the girl chipmunk on the Rescue Rangers cartoon show, who could fix everything because she was bad-ass. Gadget also got her name from the Inspector Gadget show. My papá made me give Gadget to manito because he didn’t think she would make it in the upper midwest. She now lives in manito’s driveway, and has pink tires from the time he drove through some paint. Now her name is “the woop-dee.” I miss her.

* * *

So it’s been a while since I posted on the bloga. Amigas started calling me and asking what was going on with me, why I hadn’t posted and why I was never on IM anymore.

I thought it was because I was traveling. Being away threw me off for a bit because my computer time was spent on dissertation research, not on other internet-based procrastination, which is a good thing. I went to Colorado to visit my good friend from college and, lucky for me, I was able to have dinner with Lo too! (This is a photo I took in Denver.) The trip made me realize that I miss the Rocky mountains, the desert air, and the green chile–even if it’s not the same in Colorado as in Nuevo México (seriously, not the same, but close enough to last me until my next trip home). I also just miss having good friends around. Over a year into my residence in LA, and I’m still looking for community. Dang.

Anyway, I decided today that my absence from mi bloga is actually my computer’s fault. My beloved mac has my whole academic life on it. I mean, I sorta backup my stuff, but, you know, I forget sometimes…okay, a lot of times. And as I do more work toward my dissertation, I get resentful at my computer and how much I depend on it. I spend hours and hours each day looking at its screen. And quite frankly, I got tired of looking at it.

To make matters worse, while I was in Colorado, my system crashed and then the battery stopped charging. I know it’s a convenient excuse not to want to use the computer, but it pissed me off. Today I took it in, to have a “genius” give it a look over at the “genius bar”. He said it was just because the battery was totally dead. I guess I haven’t been following the rules of good battery care.

So now my computer has a fresh battery, and it’s like when we first met. I decided to give my computer the name that belonged to my first car—Gadget. Maybe I’ll be more inclined to look at Gadget, at least for my dissertation if not for my blog.

We’ll see how it goes.

***Gadget image is from here.

September 7, 2007

fusion.

by la rebelde

A few weeks ago, Jennifer, Olga and I went to see El Cantante at a theater near my place and we saw the preview for American Fusion. Jennifer pointed out how all the previews were well-suited to the local audience. And I was excited to see it because, well, how often is there a movie in which Chinese people and Mexican people date? And also because it co-stars Esai Morales, who is so, so beautiful, even with his canas (and even though I heard he’s a wife-beater, which, if true, makes him a bad person, but still nice to look at).

So I went with another amiga to see it tonight. The movie was cute and entertaining, but not at all deep. I appreciated the ways in which this multi-generational Chinese American family confronted stereotypes about Chinese Am masculinity and gendered racialized identities, even as they dealt with their own stereotypes about other peoples of color. However, I could have done without the we’re-all-the-same-on-the-inside kind of “colorblind” b.s. I should have seen it coming, especially considering the title, but I’m surprised by it every time. At it’s best, I thought the narrative might be an example/critique of how Chinese Ams, in particular, continue to maintain racial boundaries between themselves and Mexicans (and Blacks too) in this area of Los Angeles—the area where I live. I just wish all of this could have been developed more.

Of course, I got a big kick out of the scenes where cars were zipping down Valley Blvd and the Chinese viejitas were hanging out by the Ranch 99 where I sometimes shop. The funniest part was how the grandmother kept thinking that José (Morales’ character) sounded like hóu zi (which means monkey). It cracked me up every time!

April 11, 2007

super hero.

by la rebelde

So this one is real cute and I got it from my good friend, the marathon runner. It says I’m “Superman” but it seems that on a different day I could be one of 5 or 6 other super heros. I really want to be Elastigirl though. She’s the coolest. Why isn’t she on the list?

Your results:
You are Superman

Superman
80%
Robin
75%
Green Lantern
75%
Supergirl
67%
Wonder Woman
62%
Iron Man
60%
Spider-Man
55%
Catwoman
50%
The Flash
50%
Hulk
45%
Batman
35%
You are mild-mannered, good,
strong and you love to help others.


Click here to take the Superhero Personality Test

February 13, 2007

more on t.v. drama.

by la rebelde

Several months ago, I was invited to hang out with some grad school guys, that I hung out with often, but did not know terribly well. Guy-friend and I drove through a bad summer rain to guy-friend’s friend’s apartment . And when we got there, we each grabbed a beer and went promptly to the balcony for a smoke and some snacks. It was then that I realized that the only other woman at this gathering was a very bubbly blonde undergrad who had been dating guy-friend’s friend for years. Needless to say, we were not destined to be friends. But after a while, the conversation turned to the show, Sex in the City. And I was surprised to know that the guys were all really into that show as much, if not more so, than most of my women friends. But apparently they were more into it because they liked Carrie’s body. (The woman wears bras to bed. Of course her boobs will look plump and perky in skimpy nighties! Anyway, does anyone else think underwires and a good night’s rest do not go hand-in-hand?) Funny that young blondy turned to me and rolled her eyes–a recognition of our mutual annoyance. Then she asks me which character I thought I was most like. I couldn’t decide right away, so the guys (all brown) decided they would try to guess for me. Isn’t that fun (read saracastic tone). They decided on Carrie, which, of course, I found appalling and promptly decided I was giving off the wrong vibe. But then again, they probably imagine that I wear underwire bras to sleep.

You Are Most Like Miranda!

While you’ve had your fair share of romance, men don’t come first
Guys are a distant third to your friends and career.
And this independence *is* attractive to some men, in measured doses.
Remember that if you imagine the best outcome, it might just happen.

Romantic prediction: Someone from your past is waiting to reconnect…

But you’ll have to think of him differently, if you want things to work.

Okay, so I randomly came across this little quiz as I was very busily procrastinating instead of doing my “work.” I thought it was fun, especially in light of my last post regarding t.v. drama series’. And even though I know these things are complete silliness, I feel somehow vindicated that it says I am most like Miranda (and not Carrie).