SXSW: Taco Journalism ...

Plans were made to get up.. get up early enough, too.. to motor over to Brush Square Park for the Taco Journalism Breakfast Taco Meetup @ SXSW!

After all.. SXSW was in full swing, an honest-to-goodness Mexican taco breakfast (and FREE, too!), visit with friends: Mando, other friends.. meet new people, too.

Instead.. Carl & I woke up late =:o but still with enough time to get over there. Drove around for what seemed like an eternity searching for parking.. ended up dropping him off so at least he can grab tacos, and I kept looking. In the end, I parked along 4th St, in a Bus only parking area..

So, technically, I was illegally parked.. okay, I was illegally parked, period. But with all the coming and going, I just hoped no one would notice (or care).

I called Carl, he grabbed tacos for me.. he was on his way back to car.. I went to turn car on..

you'll never guess.. or maybe you will..

It wouldn't start!

It make this hellacious noise, but just would not turn over!

AAUUUGGGHHH!!!!

Walked back to tent, asked Mando and other friends if any had jumper cables.. No. Carl said cabbies have cables, he'd ask.. but they're going to ask for $$..

There were guys from Chevrolet letting people do test drives, surely they had cables, right? Wrong. (I found that hard to believe.)

Saw two APD officers.. nope, no cables because they were on foot!

Sufficiently frustrated, I finally told Carl to go ask the cabbies.. responses ranged from have no cables to $25.

I texted family for help; sister sent hubby, without cables because she thought I had my own.

uh.. does "circus" ever end?

Bro-in-law ran me to store to buy cables.. after returned, we jumped my car. Carl & I went to have battery checked.. sure enough, it needed to be replaced. So I just took care of it.

From time I sent text to family to having car jumped.. it had been roughly 2 hours!!

What an adventure!

Moral of the story..

When going out for breakfast tacos:

• get up on time (better yet, get up early!)
• if you own an automobile, have a working battery
• if you own an automobile, have a set of jumper cables.. longer the better (car providing assistance is not always able to face the car needing the jump.. as was case w/me)

(Note: Pic above copy/pasted from FB)

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Tuesday, December 16, 2009

Go forward, go forward into space . . .
Where it will be what it will be.

Its strong roots, like our connection,
anchor down in the fertile soil to be nurtured with TLC.

It will blossom, and grow,
just as the wondrous beauty of Mother Nature's vast realm.

It shall go, and grow, in the direction we move it -
forward, upward, outward.

We shall water it with our laughter and tears, love and fears
It is the essense of who we are.

The seed has been planted
all we know is now.


Note: This was written in late 2008.. what I find amusing, is it means more to me now.
Go figure.

Poetry... then and now

I wrote the following poems when I was back in high school, the last one was written most recently at the age of 17! They all meant something to me back then... do they mean anything any more?

I remember Hope was inspired by a song on the Godspell soundtrack. I was very active in my church, my school choir/drama, etc. Now, I no longer attend religious services, but music still communicates, poetry can be poignant.. but I don't believe this piece has meaning for me any more, at least not the original meaning.

Hope
What do you feel? What do you think?
Can’t you take me with you?
For I am lost, and I need love,
What will you do?

For beyond where the hope lies,
Where the hope lies,
And the fear sinks into shallow darkness,
Oh, please, oh please, take me with you.

Let me skip the road with you,
I do love you, I do love you,
I’ll put a pebble in my shoe, and watch me smile, see my hope.
I can smile, I can hope.

I shall call the pebble strength, I shall call the pebble strength.
You taught me to talk about feelings,
It shall be carried, and when we both have had enough,
I will take it from my shoe singing -- Meet your new friend!

Then I’ll take your hand;
Finally glad, finally glad;
That I am here, that I am here;
by your side, by my side, by my side.

Love was written because I was just another girl who was bitten by the
high school "love bug" :) I don't know that all of it means anything, but parts of it do once again.

Love Is
Love is attachment;
Love is care, love is intimacy,
That’s all I bare.

I have not the grace
of a prima donna;
I have not the knowledge
of professors at college.

I have what I need
for everyday life.
I get through my strain.
I get through my strife.

Love is attachment;
Love is care, love is intimacy,
That’s all I bare.






My Lady ... I will never forget what inspired me to write this.. my family was driving home on a major highway, which ran alongside a railroad track (N-S).. as I gazed out the window, all I saw on the grassy area by the tracks/road was continuous litter. It saddened me to the point of tears rolling down my face.. To this day, this one still has as much meaning as the day it was written.

My Lady

Oh, My Lady!

See My Lady in all her shame, humiliation and degradation.

See her in her sorrowful state.

Pity her not, for I do not,

Rather, do as I do and pity those of us who have caused her so much grief.

Have pity and pray for those of us who have hurt her and God, for she, as we, are God’s.

She gives us so much, and we give her nothing.

Of course there are those few, that small handful who try to save her, fight for her dignity,

but they are not enough to save My Lady...

My Lady Earth.