The Pope's recent visit to Cuba only highlighted the lack of freedom in the country. Read all about it here:
The Pope's visit to Cuba: Some things will not change
viernes, marzo 30, 2012
The One about the Ex.
I have no idea who reads my blog anymore. I had a small following when I started, but I neglected my little blog for so long, I think they all went away.
I don't think my Ex, or my Current, as it were, reads my blog either. So he can't object to the story I am about to tell.
JA came back into my life towards the end of last September. We'd been in touch on FB and by phone, and I thought since he was all the way in New Orleans, there was no danger of my getting all hung up on him again.
To make a long story short, we saw each other on and off during my college years, and once I graduated, we tried to parlay good sex into a loving relationship. Maybe that wasn't such a good idea. We did have some really great times and we did love each other, but we also brought out the worst in each other. He didn't really know how to be with someone who loved him, and I couldn't figure out why he wouldn't want to be with me 24/7 if he loved me so much (I acted accordingly). I nagged constantly and generally made an ass of myself.
So when JA told me he was coming up to NYC and needed a place to crash, I hesitated. Then at the last minute, I told him he could stay with me. Then I let him sleep in my bed. I'm smacking my forehead as I write this.....
A week turned into a month, and so on and so forth. Living with him was great, and it still is, and now I often can't imagine living without him.
I resisted all I love you's and any tender feelings that might have evolved between us for fear of whatever happened the last time around, over 10 years ago. One night I came home from work to find him in the kitchen making dinner.
"I think I'm in love with you," he said.
"AGAIN? Awww crap."
He is a much better cook than I am, and I confess that I've hardly touched my Cuisinart/Calphalon cookware since he first arrived.
He takes out the laundry and the dry cleaning when it needs to be done. He grocery shops when I can't or am just not interested in doing so. He does me other favors, too, like taking packages to the post office when I have my time taken up with work (I'd get so much more done if I didn't have to spend my days at the office).
If I have an extra-curricular activity that brings me home when it is already dark, JA will pick me up at the subway and walk me home. This is invaluable: after I was robbed while staying in a vacation house in Nicaragua with my mother and other family, I am forever looking over my shoulder for anyone who might be following me.
Yeah, he does everything for me. Damn near everything.
I can't lie, some days it is much easier to be single. I know for sure no one is going to be home when I get there, so I don't have to hope JA is home when I get there. I don't have to wonder when he is coming home if he goes out. At those times, our relationship is hard for me.
But most of the time, he is with me. He says that he often refuses invitations to hang out with his friends to be with me, and likewise for me. "Your friends miss you," he told me the other night. It's true, I suppose. But JA is my best friend, and I almost hate to admit that I'd much rather hang out with him sometimes.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, I love him. Ugh. Three weeks ago, around my birthday, I just threw up my hands and gave up the resistance. I just needed time to know that we weren't going in the same direction as last time around. I can't tell the future, but for now, I'm pretty damn happy. Imagine that.
I don't think my Ex, or my Current, as it were, reads my blog either. So he can't object to the story I am about to tell.
JA came back into my life towards the end of last September. We'd been in touch on FB and by phone, and I thought since he was all the way in New Orleans, there was no danger of my getting all hung up on him again.
To make a long story short, we saw each other on and off during my college years, and once I graduated, we tried to parlay good sex into a loving relationship. Maybe that wasn't such a good idea. We did have some really great times and we did love each other, but we also brought out the worst in each other. He didn't really know how to be with someone who loved him, and I couldn't figure out why he wouldn't want to be with me 24/7 if he loved me so much (I acted accordingly). I nagged constantly and generally made an ass of myself.
So when JA told me he was coming up to NYC and needed a place to crash, I hesitated. Then at the last minute, I told him he could stay with me. Then I let him sleep in my bed. I'm smacking my forehead as I write this.....
A week turned into a month, and so on and so forth. Living with him was great, and it still is, and now I often can't imagine living without him.
I resisted all I love you's and any tender feelings that might have evolved between us for fear of whatever happened the last time around, over 10 years ago. One night I came home from work to find him in the kitchen making dinner.
"I think I'm in love with you," he said.
"AGAIN? Awww crap."
*******
He is a much better cook than I am, and I confess that I've hardly touched my Cuisinart/Calphalon cookware since he first arrived.
He takes out the laundry and the dry cleaning when it needs to be done. He grocery shops when I can't or am just not interested in doing so. He does me other favors, too, like taking packages to the post office when I have my time taken up with work (I'd get so much more done if I didn't have to spend my days at the office).
If I have an extra-curricular activity that brings me home when it is already dark, JA will pick me up at the subway and walk me home. This is invaluable: after I was robbed while staying in a vacation house in Nicaragua with my mother and other family, I am forever looking over my shoulder for anyone who might be following me.
Yeah, he does everything for me. Damn near everything.
I can't lie, some days it is much easier to be single. I know for sure no one is going to be home when I get there, so I don't have to hope JA is home when I get there. I don't have to wonder when he is coming home if he goes out. At those times, our relationship is hard for me.
But most of the time, he is with me. He says that he often refuses invitations to hang out with his friends to be with me, and likewise for me. "Your friends miss you," he told me the other night. It's true, I suppose. But JA is my best friend, and I almost hate to admit that I'd much rather hang out with him sometimes.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, I love him. Ugh. Three weeks ago, around my birthday, I just threw up my hands and gave up the resistance. I just needed time to know that we weren't going in the same direction as last time around. I can't tell the future, but for now, I'm pretty damn happy. Imagine that.
Diplomatic Immunity Is Over
I really don't know what to make of this, other than the obvious: NYPD does indeed use "Courtesy, Professionalism and Respect", as they advertise on the side of their squad cars, but they do not practice this with black people, or, as we saw with my previous article "Even Hipsters Get the Blues", anybody who looks "different". With respect to the "looks" comment, just what city do the cops think they're living in?
A lot of people I know hate on diplomats, and that's usually sandwiched in between their contempt for the UN. Whenever the subject of diplomatic immunity comes up, they again target their anger over it at the UN, as if the UN gave out those privileges. They don't. Diplomatic immunity exists within and without the UN and for all diplomats the world over.
The other day, an ambassador from a small, Caribbean country was accosted by a police officer as he returned to his office after lunch. Read all about it by following the link below. What do you think this is about? Is it simply a case of the cop seeing something wrong and reacting to it, or is it something more?
Diplomatic Immunity Is Over
A lot of people I know hate on diplomats, and that's usually sandwiched in between their contempt for the UN. Whenever the subject of diplomatic immunity comes up, they again target their anger over it at the UN, as if the UN gave out those privileges. They don't. Diplomatic immunity exists within and without the UN and for all diplomats the world over.
The other day, an ambassador from a small, Caribbean country was accosted by a police officer as he returned to his office after lunch. Read all about it by following the link below. What do you think this is about? Is it simply a case of the cop seeing something wrong and reacting to it, or is it something more?
Diplomatic Immunity Is Over
miércoles, marzo 28, 2012
Even Hipsters Get the Blues
I honestly had no idea hipsters had any problems save for where to go to brunch/how to spend trust fund and trying to avoid that pesky happiness. Turns out they mke up a significant number of NYPD stop-and-frisks. Read on.....
Even Hipsters Get the Blues
Even Hipsters Get the Blues
lunes, marzo 26, 2012
Zimmerman Claims Martin Beat Him
A month after the shooting, this is Zimmerman's story. I can't lie. I'm getting worried. Don't forget: we live in a world where a woman kills her child, goes off and parties, then goes free for it.
Zimmerman Claims Martin Beat Him
Zimmerman Claims Martin Beat Him
Joe Oliver, Family Friend, Defends Martin Shooter
Is George Zimmerman really remorseful about shooting Trayvon Martin?
Read my article below about a family friend who claims Zimmerman has been crying for days. Uncontrollably. This is supposed to mean he's sorry, right?
Ok, yeah, but:
1. He followed Trayvon even after 911 dispatch told him to stop.
2. According to Trayvon's girlfriend, who was on the phone with him when he was shot, Zimmerman asked him, "What are you doing around here?"
3. Zimmerman made no effort to help Trayvon, no CPR, nothing.
4. He smugly told cops that it was "self-defense". Only in Florida can you just say that and go free, AND keep your gun. This kind of thing is the South's downfall.
So, does Zimmerman really seem that remorseful?
Joe Oliver, Family Friend, Defends Martin Shooter
Read my article below about a family friend who claims Zimmerman has been crying for days. Uncontrollably. This is supposed to mean he's sorry, right?
Ok, yeah, but:
1. He followed Trayvon even after 911 dispatch told him to stop.
2. According to Trayvon's girlfriend, who was on the phone with him when he was shot, Zimmerman asked him, "What are you doing around here?"
3. Zimmerman made no effort to help Trayvon, no CPR, nothing.
4. He smugly told cops that it was "self-defense". Only in Florida can you just say that and go free, AND keep your gun. This kind of thing is the South's downfall.
So, does Zimmerman really seem that remorseful?
Joe Oliver, Family Friend, Defends Martin Shooter
jueves, marzo 01, 2012
World Bank Reports Reduction in Global Poverty
Take a walk through Midtown Manhattan and you might not believe this. But these are interesting times for Asia and Africa. While Africa is building itself back from war and civil unrest, Asia is experiencing an unprecedented economic growth.
This is a "good news, bad news" scenario.
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