Tuesday, April 26, 2011

Happy cows come from....





Would you rather eat these cattle?












Or these?












Thanks to my English 333 class, we are watching the movie "Food Inc." and I may have made a life changing decision. I already have a cousin that has made this decision and at first I thought that it was just a phase but now, i see that she made a well informed decision. Did you know that 95 percent of feedlot cattle in the U. S still receive some form of growth-promoting hormone in their feed? Why would i want to be eating beef that has hormones, antibacterial chemicals and all other kinds of drugs in it? Some cattle are kept in areas where they stand (if they can) in poop and mud all day and because they are soaked in it, when they are killed there is a 85 percent chance that your meat has some reminents of poop on it. POOP ON MY MEAT?! I am not even going to mention what they do to these poor animals on top of all the poor food, drugs and lack of care that they receive. So, after watching two hours of screaming pigs, over-pumped chickens and deformed cows i have decided to make an effort to choose the meat i eat, and i choose: Range-free, poop free, drug free meat.










Friday, April 1, 2011

New York Times attempt

Thursday, March 31, 2011
My New York Times attempt
As i was looking for scholarships on the internet i came across the prompt to write about "modern love" and if they picked me i would win a thousand bucks and have my article published in the NYT, how exciting! so here is my best shot at modern love.


Long distance Love: convenient or intolerable
I. Just. Want. Your. Attention. Period. A modern day long distance relationship makes us lazy. By all means it is a pain and you have to exert so much energy but, it makes us lazy. Before the internet, texting or even phones, a man had to work to get a girl to fall in love with him. Long devoted love letters that were hand written in Shakespearian language, sealed with his seal of arms, was the highest and most efficient form of communication. But, now with technology, a text saying “hey girl” is suppose to suffice? Girls have remained the same throughout history in their love culture in that we just want someone to notice us. How shallow some would think but, let’s be honest, no matter how confident a 21st century woman may be, we still appreciate a little look every once in a while. We just want some attention. But, notice I said some. Needy- all over you boys need not apply but the right mixture of some romance and communication goes a long way.
Being a fierce, power forward, career minded 21 year old, who is also in a long distance relationship, I like to be checked up on from time to time every day. I like to know that he is thinking about me and just a ‘hey how are you’ phone call or a planned Skype date night might ease my ever wandering, jealous imagination. But, welcome to 2011 where the internet has an always watching eye. It can be a blessing or a nightmare depending on how you use it.
I recognize that there is just so much my boyfriend can do, with him working a full time job in Seattle and me going to school and working in Phoenix. With our limited budgets and hectic schedules, flying out to see each other is not always an option. In saying that, technology plays a big role in our relationship. I mean a relationship via Skype can only last so long, unless there is some creativity involved. God bless Skype because at the end of a long stressful day, to maintain some kind of normalcy it is nice to see his face. A phone call every other day and constantly texting definitely plays a large role in keeping my relationship alive but, to keep the spark… well, that is another computer screen tab.
The constant texting can be a great reassurance but, it can also be a constant pain in the thumbs. The small talk of your everyday life in 160 characters can be challenging and dull and don’t get me started on sexting. A professor once joked with me saying that once a new piece of technology was invented and evolved, humans use it right away for sexual advances. Can you imagine Alexander Graham Bell using the telephone for phone sex? Or Bill Gates in his dorm room inventing his new software purely to find naked girls? But yet, here we are needing these things like phone sex and sexting to the replace the spark? I don’t think so. Men are visual. Clearly. And sexting is the ultimate painting the picture for the boy who needs his hand held while having an orgasm. No need for date night or flowers or a romantic outing, I will just text you the end result in great detail, 160 characters at a time. How romantic right? NOT. Definitely not a romantic substitute.
Now, social networking, when used properly can be a smile generator but, when used improperly can be a deal breaker. Half of being a couple is that public scene appeal. PDA or public display of affection can place the much needed romance into a relationship. But, when you are in a long distance relationship, that is something we long to have back. Enter Facebook: confessing your love to me in front of my 462 closest Facebook friends is a sure way to close the long distance gap for a bit. But, a sure way to make any girl go nuts is by investigating her wall. “Why didn’t you call last night?” I said, “well I saw on Facebook that you were stressed out so, I did not want to bug you.” Really? You got that from that? Yes, because when you are stressed and upset, the last thing I want is my boyfriend to call and comfort me. Can you imagine Romeo saying to Juliet, “Hey sorry I didn’t stop by your balcony last night, I thought you might be stressed out by our feuding families.” Probably not cause in order to secure a relationship in those days you had to make the effort where as now, you just have to have clever texts.
I was once told “Absence makes the heart grow fonder.” Now, at the time I had other opinions of what I thought that meant but, the truth is I had never had something that the thought of losing that special someone would make my heart almost break. A lot of time adults are quick to judge ‘young love.’ They have no problem expressing what they think about your relationship. My favorite is “why are you going to college with a boyfriend? Check out the scene and all the other fish in the sea before you settle on one.” With the modern woman, situations have almost reversed in that, not only are we pushed to “use our resources” and pursue several men but, we are also encouraged to make something of ourselves. So now, instead of the average woman getting married right out of high school and having six or eight babies to stay at home with, we are 180 degrees pushed to attend college, have a career and to date many men and then at the ripe young age of 40 we need to settle down and stay at home with your eight to ten babies. Okay, maybe the number of babies was a bit exaggerating but, you get what I mean. If you ask me, I want to go back. I want to go back to knowing that I have found my one love and just taking our times. I have a grandmother who every time I see her she asks me if I am married yet. I simply reply no and in astonish ask why, what have you heard. She than explains that at my age she was already married with a baby on the way. How is that for settle hint? As if my long distance relationship was not hard enough, I know have my 86 year old grandmother calling me from time to time reminding me of my expiration date and that yes, indeed the time was ticking. Despite the fact that we now have all the technology resources in the world to speed up time and make up for those lost hours where no communication was transferred, whether it be face time on my iPhone, tweeting every place that I go and a computer screen that is always on, I. just.want. some. attention. period. I want to be pursued and loved and I definitely want to take my time choosing when I walk down the aisle and whom with. If you ask me, we should turn back our clocks because, relationships and how fall in love really has not changed except that now, it is more convenient to express your love via phone rather than fly a thousand miles just to say “I love you.” If anything, we should take note on how they use to create love because those were the good ol’ days and those were the loves that really stuck throughout time. And, if you ask me, I want my modern love to be the one that lasts, to be the one that shows all those sexting teens that romance and chivalry is not dead and that yes, you can still be a modern woman and fall in love the old fashion way.
All in all, relationships are hard and long distance relationships are torturous and testing. We can’t always predict what situations we are going to encounter but we can choose who we bring along into them. Moving to Phoenix was the hardest thing I have ever done and I would never be able to accomplish that without the guidance and support from my boyfriend. I would never wish a long distance relationship on the fragile soul because growing up with a strong mother who had to see my father deployed for months on end, I knew what I was in for when I decided to go out of state. A relationship might have seemed different back with letters and William Shakespeare’s words guiding our pens but, relationships are still the same. They are still hard, stressful and emotional despite the Skype dates and the thoughtful emails. But, the point is, we choose to continue these relationships despite the distance because we know they are worth it.

Tuesday, March 8, 2011

fear

When i was little and i was asked" "what do you want to be when you grow up?" To know at an early age that i was blessed with the ability to write definatley helped but, my answer has never really changed except, when i wanted to be Prince's back up dancer but, other than that i have been solid. To tell other people's stories and to highlight the causes that i believe in and to expose the truth in any matter no matter the consequence. I like to believe it was my inner Nancy Drew that i grew up idolizing. But, some people ask, "Aren't you scared?" With the recent events of Egypt and now Libya, how could i even imagine going to a country in midst of a civil war and try and report on what is going on. For me, its not fear that runs me, its hope. Its hope that i can tell the stories of the people suffering. Its the stories of the people who are making a difference in small ways and in big ways. Its to the hope that in my Quest for Greatness i can find and highlight people who are made of greatness despite the situations that surrond them.
I do not want to be a journalist because i might be on TV one day or that i could have the opportunity to see celebrities. I want to be the story teller that makes people open their eyes and see the world around them. If you ask my generation to name five reality tv stars, you can beat that in less than a sec they can spit out those names but, most likely, it will take them a little longer to name some of our national leaders. I want to open eyes, hearts and minds as i find people who have already begun their Quest for Greatness.
Because, maybe its time to step out of our comfort zones and start realizing that we were made for more than just what we have planned, maybe its about something more.

Monday, February 7, 2011

This is real life...

Ask me how my day went, and you will find that on my "Year of Vulnerability," I have come to many realizations. Real life sucks.

This ladies and Gentlemen is my life...

I walk around all day, running to class, riding the light rail with the bums, sitting in class, eating lunch and going to work. I sit down for five minutes, and a dear friend of mine says, "Oh you have something coming off of your jeans, Let me grab it." How nice i am thinking to myself, thinking it must be a string since these jeans are kind of old. But, no, this is real life and things like that do not happen.
Instead, she pulls out a pair of underwear out from the leg of my jeans like a bunny coming out of a hat for a magic trick. "Oh." she says and hand them to me. Please God let me die right now i prayed. Please. You would have thought that at the age of 20 the thought of underwear or even just saying the word underwear wouldnt be so taboo or kindergarten like but, no, wrong again. "You will not believe the night i had," I say, trying to desperately bring the ball back into my court with a joke. "Oh, fun." she says and turns around. Great. Now not only do i have child like underwear with stars on them, this girl now thinks im a 'slore' (thank you Kim Kardashian for my new word.) But, wait there is more...

I bring you to today where AFTER buying a full meal at Subway, i fill my cup up, and like any good college student i chug most of it and refill it before i leave the store to make sure i get my money's worth. "Sip stealing is a crime now please leave!" I hear from behind me. Seriously? sip stealing? Are you bloody kidding me?!

and things happen in threes as my mother always says so, this is for my female readers so guys, sorry in advance or just stop reading :)

Off to the store to buy tampons at the store next door which, is akward in itself if you are just buying tampons and nothing else but, my mother is not here and since this is my Year of Vulnerability, i dismiss the idea of thinkig it is weird. The man takes my money and places the item in a bag where he than hands the bag to me and says "Have a happy period." ... ... ...
I may or may not be welcome in that store anymore since i promptly told him exactly how happy i was to be having a period but, thats a story for another day.

The real world: 5,6879
Me: 0

Tuesday, December 28, 2010

family bonding night

Christmas break is notorious for bringing families together but, what everyone knows but no one ever says is that it is also notorious for making you want to become an alcoholic. After spending all day returning and buying new shiny objects at target in the pouring down rain my mother decides that i was having a bad make-up day so in the middle of the store she pulls out a "tissue" and viciously wipes off my $12.99 wal mart blush. She than hands me the "tissue" to dispose of, to only find that the "tissue" was a mini maxi pad that my mother found in the bottom of her purse. And that's what started the day off.

Chinese food was soon to follow when the youngest ordered chicken nuggets and french fries. Mom found out that her Chinese figure was a boar, which greatly depressed her through out dinner while dad told stories about eating puppies in Korea. If ever there was a resemblence to "A Christmas Story" and their Christmas dinner night, eating duck instead of turkey, our Chinese night was it.

If that wasn't enough my father decides that a good game of Mexican train Dominoes would be a good idea to break the tension. Three hours later of screaming, yelling, brought us to our family bonding night. Mariah is making up rules as she goes and proclaiming them as truths, Samuel, the boyfriend, had a hard time not making sterotype, racist jokes because... we were playing Mexican train. Dad is yelling and asking why we cant just get along and mom stops all of the screaming with asking... "where the hell are my crackers?!"

I love the show Keeping Up With the Kardashians but sometimes i wonder if i am in my own reality tv show.

Wednesday, December 22, 2010

beating Christmas

I have come to notice that since, this is the first year that i have not been home for the pre Christmas attack plan, that Christmas is so much less stressful. Coming home on the 15th of December, the house was decorated, the baking had already started and the tree was up. I was not subjected to bringing up the 23 Christmas boxes and than bringing half of them down again after mom decides to 'not use that color' decorations. I do love searching for a tree and picking just the right one but, i also found it quite nice to just come home and see it nicely decorated. I had bought all of my Christmas shopping online weeks ahead of time and shipped them all home. I had, in fact beat Christmas. no running around, stressing out, yelling and ending up buying some piece of crap gift in a last-minute-flurry. Now, i am savoring and basking in my smug glow :)

pictures soon to follow:

Tuesday, December 14, 2010

Semester wrap-up

Whew. what a semester. Being my first semester away from home in an entirely new environment i have learned so much about myself. First, i now like guacamole, tomatoes and eggs. Who knew? I have come to enjoy the art of silence. When at first i wanted to hang myself because i could not sleep in utter silence since I am use to sisters screaming, fire trucks at 2 am and dogs barking until someone yells profane words out the window. But, most importantly, i have learned that i can finish what i started. Now, i know that i am just one semester down but, i feel like this is the beginning and a major accomplishment knowing that people expected me to drop out the fist month and come crying home. But, i didn't so HA!

So with dark circles under my eyes and in the same pair of sweat pants that i have been wearing all week i drudged to my last final today. A weight has been lifted and the angels are singing when i come out of the class room that i have dreaded going to everyday. FREEDOM. One giant check mark has been checked on my "to do" list of life and i could not feel any better. Now, i can officially enjoy my Christmas vacation.