Archive for ‘smilez’

April 30, 2007

dancing treadmill woman.

by la rebelde

Yesterday, huffing and puffing on a treadmill facing the windows near my gym’s entrance, I watched a woman skip her way down the sidewalk—literally skip, not jog, not run, but skip. Shortly after, she charged through the isles between workout machinery and sweaty gym-goers to a treadmill closest to the windows, and in my direct line of vision. She put on her ear-buds and set the treadmill to a very low setting and, to my surprise, she started dancing!

First it was slow and deliberate dancing—like stretching almost. Then it was salsa and slow merengues, followed by the twist and what looked like a version of the “roger rabbit.” She was really getting into it—turning left and right, her arms fully extended as she moved to the rhythm of music that only she could hear. I silently hoped that no one at the machines next to her would get knocked out. She seemed to care less that everyone appeared to be watching her. She smiled as she danced on the moving floor beneath her feet. And I couldn’t help but smile to watch her—and so did everyone in my row of treadmills. All of us, smiling and jogging simultaneously.

She must know what she’s doing, I thought, because she is seriously toned. If treadmill dancing is all she does, then she’s figured out the workout secret, for reals! I was disappointed when she finally left the cardio area. I glanced at the man running next to me (I think I’d seen him at my spinning class before), who was grinning from ear to ear. We both giggled a bit before he said, “Whatever she’s smoking, I want some of that!” I’m not sure you’d have to smoke anything to have that kind of vibe—confident, graceful, quirky, fun. But I do know that all the smiling while running made me go a little bit faster and it made the time go by in a flash. I hope to witness the dancing treadmill woman again soon.

What a gift to be able to channel good energies to people around you, while just doing your own thing!

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April 15, 2007

iced or hot? with boba or not?

by la rebelde

The other day I took a walk in the warm southern California sunshine to run errands and grab lunch at the tea shop a few blocks from my apartment. Cha is my favorite tea shop in my neighborhood—they have yummy teas, tasty snacks like calamari balls dipped in chile powder (so good!), and they don’t think it’s weird when I go there. Since I don’t “look Chinese” (whatever that means) I’m often made to feel that I’m crossing a racial boundary where folks seem confused about my presence in Chinese tea shops—Chinese waitresses/patrons and Mexican kitchen workers alike. More on that in another post.

I was sitting at a window seat doing dissertation-related reading while I ate lunch, when an older Mexican man came up to read the menu posted outside. Viejito tried to open the door, but before I could motion to him to go around to the entrance at the back, he threw his hands up in frustration and stomped away. That sucks, I thought. He kind of looked like a younger version of my grandpa. But a few minutes later, he came in and sat a few tables away from me. He already knew what he wanted—the grilled chicken with rice, corn and salad. The waitress, a young Asian American woman, took his order and asked if he wanted something to drink.

Viejito: I want coffee.
Waitress: What kind of coffee would you like?
Viejito: Do you have coffee?
Waitress: Yes.
Viejito: Then I’d like coffee.
Waitress: Iced or hot? With boba or not?
This made me chuckle out loud a little. It’s just funny!
Viejito: I thought you said you have coffee.
Waitress: We do have coffee. Hot or cold?
Viejito: Just bring me some coffee.
Waitress: Okay, I’ll bring you hot coffee.

I breathed a sigh of relief when she didn’t push the boba issue and went back to my book and my almond green milk tea. But then Viejito called the waitress back.

Viejito: Change my coffee to a soda, would you?
Waitress: We don’t have soda here, only tea.
Oh no. Here we go again!
Viejito: No soda?! Okay, just bring me the coffee with milk and sugar.
Waitress: Sure, I’ll bring milk and sugar on the side.

Viejito asked for chile with his meal just like I did. Guess I’m not the only one who crosses the boundaries.

March 22, 2007

support young women with breast cancer! (and by extension, mi tocaya)

by la rebelde

Young Survival Coalition

Dear blog readers and fellow blogger@s,

A very good friend of mine, mi tocaya (her nickname is also Isa), whose inspiring training for the Boston Marathon I wrote about a few weeks ago, is raising money for the Young Survival Coalition, a great non-profit that supports action, advocacy and awareness about issues particular to young women who have breast cancer. This is a cause that she is very committed to. And, if she raises enough money, the cost of her entry in the Boston Marathon will be paid for.

Click here to donate.

Below is an excerpt about the Young Survival Coalition that Isa wrote in her blog, where she has a much longer description of the YSC. There you will also find that she keeps a running log of her experiences with the training process, complete with photos, little stories about the folks she passes on her runs and her exploration of Boston, and really cool maps (which show that she runs crazy far distances!). Please join me in supporting a wonderful cause and an amazing mujer!

Muchas gracias,
la rebelde.

women of all ages can and DO get breast cancer. More than 250,000 women under 40 will be living with breast cancer this year.

But without proper screening tools for young women they are being diagnosed late, often, devastating consequences follow.

There is also little research about fertility, pregnancy, hormonal impact, mortality rate and long-term survivorship issues for young women with cancer. And research that focuses on young Latinas and African-American women is almost non-existent.

Young Survival Coalition is the only international, non-profit network of breast cancer survivors and supporters dedicated to the concerns and issues unique to young women. Their motto, “Action, Advocacy, Awareness” has helped educate the medical, research and legislative community and persuade them to address these important issues.

They YSC is also a point of contact for young women living with breast cancer.

March 21, 2007

things that make you smile real big.

by la rebelde

Great day already today. And I want to share the goodness.

After staying up late last night working on the paper for an impending conference (and talking on the phone), I got up early and drove downtown for my weekly one-on-one Spanish lesson. As I through the mercadito de La Calle Olvera and over the bridge that crosses the 101, it started to hail and the temperature dropped suddenly. How’s that for the last day of winter? Brrrr! For sure, this day is not off to a good start, I thought as I ran across the street and ice pelted me from the heavens, and now I have to concentrate on speaking only Spanish for the next 90 minutes! Speaking Spanish has been difficult for me. Not because of outside pressure, but more because of my own anxieties about not being fluent in a language that I expect myself to be able to speak well, seeing as how I am nuevomexicana, and grew up in nuevo méxico around Spanish-speaking people and all. Well, I know most of my generation at home is in the same boat, but still. When I first sat down, my teacher asked me what I had done last week and I told her I’d been writing a paper presentation. And of course, she wanted to know what my paper was about, so then I had to explain it—analysis and all—in Spanish. Phew! But I felt good afterward, if only because I survived the explanation. Good thing I couldn’t hear myself from outside my own body…

On the way home from running errands, I decided to grab a bowl of pho at a restaurant near my apartment. I’ve had a hankering for pho for several days now–make that weeks–since my favorite pho place has been closed for the last month or so. And when my radio alarm clock sounded this morning, they were talking about pho on NPR. Now I really had to get some. And since I haven’t had anyone to with, I finally went by myself, which is something I don’t do terribly often since I moved to LA. I just don’t see many women eating alone in restaurants, so I feel conspicuous. But to hell with that, because the pho was yuuuuumy! And I treated myself to my favorite almond milk grean tea (iced, no boba) to sip while writing my paper at home. Lucky me, there was a “rainy day discount”–25% off–at my tea spot.

And if I wasn’t already feeling pretty good, my homie DJ Fuzzylogic, IM’d me this link. So cute. If that doesn’t put a smile on your face, I don’t know what will!

The link DJ FuzzyL sent me is much better and doesn’t have the annoying news anchor personalities, so definitely watch this and not only the one in the youtube box above. Sorry my webskills are too limited to figure out how to put this better one in the video box thingy on the blog.
Okay, back to writing.