1. Bootch: A term combining 'bitch' and 'hootch' to describe a good friend or extreme asshole without cursing "What up, bootch?"
2.A word of indefinate definition. Most commonly used as a noun, adjective, or part of a nick name."You are a Bootch." "That is such a Bootch rig." "The Bootchmobile"
3. Another word for 'bitch'. "I don't take no bootch-ass-ness."
Yinger Yanger
Foodie, Professional bosser, Sometimes social commentator, psuedo emo, wannabe fashionista, red dragon boxer gloves, Self proclaimed artista, the girl that has a million essays in her head that she hasn't written yet.
The past five months have been a lot of traveling and a lot of kickin it. The best part about being single is ending up in the most random places, and allowing yourself to experience new things. I went on three trips in a four month span, not exactly jet setting status, but the most I've traveled in the U.S. in a short period of time. Every one of those trips was a blast, and it helped in finding my way out of a dark time. If a friend asked me if I wanted to visit or if I wanted to come with, yes came out of my mouth before I even had a chance to blink.
Things are gonna slow down a little. Yesterday I made the decision stop some things in order to live in the present. I'm very optimistic and hopeful with way things are going. It's different to be in a place of hope versus a state of uncertainty.
Atlanta, good southern comfort. Tory our gracious host took us to great places to eat and crunk places to dance. His grandmother's salmon croquettes were a great send off. They flying biscuit restaurant's white cheddar grits were to DIE FOR. I will post more pictures when they arrive. Of course I didn't bring a camera!
Anthony Bordain and David Chang http://newyork.grubstreet.com/2009/10/ten_things_anthony_bourdain_an.html
I miss NYC in a bad way. SIGH! Two NYC assholes talking about food trends they hate. and one NYC Korean Asshole who has the key to my heart with his delicious pork buns. Quote of the morning.
Conversation with Chelle on David Chang aka "NYC Korean Asshole who has the key to my heart with his delicious pork buns."
michellebroque: apparently he's an awful bf tho
me: god damn what a hater
michellebroque: he date's girls on the fact that he doesn't hate them
me: wow. so your saying is there's a chance
michellebroque: LMAO
me: that i can have these yummy porkbuns for dinner every day? LOL. Mom. i married him for his porkbuns
Last night we watched the "American Idiot" the musical. I've been a Green Day fan since the age of 12, but I think I could have gone without listening to that album for the rest of my life. It's been overly played and has reached an age demographic that I can't stand. Any concert where there are parent chaparones is a HELL NO forever.
A collaboration between Green Day and Michael Mayer, who directed "Spring Awakening", the musical is an depth look at a couple of East Bay kids with angst. I mean that is the basic jist of it. The three of them go their separate ways and coming back to what I think is Rodeo, CA, being the same people that they were when they left, angry, apathetic, and White. I assume that the play is set in Rodeo because that is where Green Day is from, and the cast were spot on Rodeo kids. The costumes could have been a tad less Hot Topic, but for the most part I think Green Day wanted them to look like they were from the Bay.
The show brought some strange memories back of being in Rodeo at Toot's bar or some random house party, standing around with a beer knowing that this wasn't my scene. Folks are usually dressed in a skater-esque, Rockabilly, Zumiez/hot topic, some punk/goth fit, with eyes and and short conversations being sorta vacant, but present? I always hate talking to people who really don't give a shit about what you have to say, and that's pretty much how I felt in those social situations.
A lot of strange yet great memories of walking in front of Billie Joe's house and driving on Christie Road. Jogging around Viewpoint not knowing where the fuck I'm going. Random Islanders in a hick town. Inhaling fumes from the Rodeo power plant. WOW. I have to say great bands are born in this city. I can't hate.
Back to the play. The play was pretty much a sing along in my mind. I hate watching shows where people are singing a long, so I just sang with my *eyes*. The songs I love on the album where great to see on stage. I guess I can't hate on their fanbase now. They captured my heart when I was their age, but there was no fucking way I would ever see a show with my parents there.
Children learning how to be human. The good kind of human. In college we learned a lot of social experiments on the savagedry of human behavior. In our modern society it's very clear that people have the capability to do unimaginable cruelty to one another. It's gotten to the point where good deeds are over commended, because we no long experience them.
Mr. Kanamori, a fourth grade homeroom teacher in Japan, takes an introspective approach in teaching his students empathy and compassion. He teaches them a way to be "happy" in a way that doesn't revolve around acquiring possessions or instant distractions. You learn to be happy because you are giving, and you are being supported by those around you.
This documentary brought up some interesting memories, as these students deal with issues such as death and bullying. I thought about my 5th grade classmate Billy Garcia who died when he was hit by a diesal truck. How we dealt with that as a class at the time left an imprint in my mind. As kids we learned how to bury tragedy quickly and silently. In "Children Full of Life" I finally learned what I needed to hear all these years later.
I've only given a snippet of what I've taken away from this documentary. Below is a brief article that CBC, the network that created the documentary, described about the award winning series.
"My biggest advice is to invest resources in a cultural campaign that seeks to undermine the celebration of suicide by developing the traditions of humor within the culture."
TIME online article "Inside the Mind of a Suicide Bomber" By ALYSSA FETINI
Yesterday I took a marble notebook from work. I had one of these a couple of years ago when I was going through it. Unemployed at the time, I would take my notebook and go to any coffee shop and brainstorm ideas for my show that I was working on at the time. Feeling jumbled with a lot of thoughts lately I thought that this might help yet once again. I took some time before my second job of the day to write. There is something theraputic about physically writing versus typing.
The most constructive thing that helped was writing out a life plan. I do this with my students. A life plan consists of time related goals covering certain areas of your life such as career, education, relationships, health, spirituality, and leadership. Where do you want to be with these goals in the next 3, 6, and 9 months? I'm not exactly ready to plan in years yet. This past week felt really draining, because I couldn't think past the present day.
I know I could definitely work harder. I realize that I miss working with people and feeling like part of a team. I to resolve this in some way so that I don't feel that void. I hate working alone in anything, which has been a part of my angst in a lot of aspects of my day to day.
After getting the marble notebook. Mind feels clearer. yes.
