Mum was so excited about her first grandchild coming.  Eugene and I were, too.  We would like a large family – I’ve been brought up with a large family and I want to carry on the tradition.  Eugene is an only child and he would have loved brothers and sisters.

Mum was understandably anxious when I went into labour.  She’d had difficult labours and had known several people suffer very serious complications during birth.  Thankfully now we have a hospital here my labour was comparably smooth.  I won’t deny that it was painful and frightening, but I had my husband and mother there, I had doctors beside me.  I know how privileged I am compared to those of my mother’s generation.

Our first child, Ilari, was born healthy.  She is a delight to everyone in the family, and I hope in time she will be joined by brothers and sisters.

Ilari is so calm, so young, so innocent, so peaceful.  It’s a blessing that she hasn’t been aware of the things that have been going on around her – for as this family was celebrating its newest member, so it was also devastated.

She had to grow up into the next stage of her life with just her father.  The rest of us had another responsibility.

At 91, my uncle Davros passed away.  Everyone was devastated.  He was the youngest of my mum’s siblings, yet he was the first to go.  My cousin Hirogen is just a teenager, same as my brother was when our father died.  My father’s loss devastated all of us, but it hit Gaius particularly badly and I can only hope Hirogen comes through this without too much of a burden on her young shoulders.  She idolised Davros – we all did.  He was such a lovely, warm, generous man.  He gave so much to our family, so much to this town.

Gloria was utterly heartbroken.  She and Davros had been close since they were at school and they adored each other.  To lose her sweetheart and see her daughter bereft was a burden she could hardly bear.  Mum, Castrovalva and Byzanitum were equally cut up, and felt it unjust that their little brother was taken before them, but they had to be strong for Gloria and Hirogen.

I had been planning to ask Gloria to leave soon.  I didn’t want a thief living under my roof, and now Hirogen was a teenager, I’d been thinking she could cope with the upheaval of a move.  But now Davros is dead, it changes everything.  How can I throw my aunt and cousin out to fend for themselves when they are so vulnerable?  We all need each other at a time like this.  There is so much that has happened to us lately that has wounded us… so much that I can barely bring myself to write.

My dear sweet baby, my little Ilari.  She is growing up to be a gorgeous little girl, with no idea of the pain that is all around her.  We are trying to be strong for her – and she gives us reason to look ahead, reason not to let grief overwhelm us.

Mum found great comfort in spending time with her granddaughter.  She doted on Ilari and was always the first to change her nappy or give her a bottle.

Hirogen, too, is very protective of Ilari.  Being able to help out with the smallest member of the family has helped her to have a focus in her sorrow.  She is a good girl, Hirogen.  She works hard at school, she helps around the house and she dreams of being a writer of some kind.  I only hope there is opportunity enough in this town to enable her to fulfil her dream.

But Davros’s death was not the worst of it.  The following day, we received word that both Castrovalva and Byzantium had also passed on.  They too, were good people.  Both of them were great painters, and Byzantium really established great things at the school, even setting up a small library.  Cas was one of the most dedicated members of the artists’ colony, and had helped younger artists and creative people thrive, encouraging them to nurture their talents despite the threat of the Altos.  They were so special to us all.

We buried them in the family graveyard.  It was too unfair that we had to go there so soon after Davros’s passing.  It was too much for all of us.  Hirogen couldn’t cope and stayed at home while we made the journey to the place we didn’t want to go.

It was as if there was nothing left for mum.  That night, she went to join them.

My mother, Chaotica Lazarus, was a strong woman.  She was a legendary athlete who helped our town discover the pleasures of exercise and activity.  She raised four of us, ran our household and did our grandfather, Alf Lazarus proud.  She was 96.

Mum’s death, so soon after the deaths of Davros, Cas and Byzantium, has driven us all to the brink.  Gloria is terrified.  She is the only member of our family left from her generation and she feels as though her time is up, too.  Though she is a number of years younger than the others were, she keeps saying she doesn’t feel strong enough to keep fighting the Altos.  Her drive and determination seem to have gone, her fire seems to have burned out.  I don’t know how to encourage her for the best – I don’t want her to be a thief, but nor do I want her to lose a sense of purpose in life.

Echo has been pouring her soul into her music.  She composed a beautiful but heartbreaking piece in honour of our fallen family.  We were in pieces when she played it to us.  Our cousins, Shana and Ramon have been grieving just as much as us.  They keep talking about how we need to mark the achievements of our parents’ generation.  I hope we can come up with a memorial that does them justice.

Ezri is devastated, but she is trying to pour her grief into her work.  She is exercising fervently and is more determined than ever to bring down the Altos because it’s what mum and the others would have wanted.  Whilst I know that’s true, I also know they would want her to find some space to grieve and recover.  I am so afraid she won’t give herself time.

Davros has been hit incredibly hard.  Dad’s death turned him into an angry young man, and in recent times it’s only really been Mum who’d been able to connect with him.  He was the apple of her eye and she encouraged him to follow his heart.  Even when I’ve doubted him, when I’ve been suspicious of his activities or motives, Mum has always been there for him.  She has always been his most fervent supporter.  I genuinely think he feels lost right now, as if he has no direction, no way, no compass.

And here am I.  I am the head of a household full of grief.  I am the mother of a small child who needs me.  I am a police officer with a demanding task to protect my town.  And I feel so alone, so small, so vulnerable.

My mother, my aunts and uncle were good people, bold people.  They always knew the right thing to do, and they were all successful at whatever they set their minds to.  They have set a high standard.  I only hope they have somehow instilled something of themselves in me so that I can honour their memory.

Because of them, our town is a healthier, stronger place than it ever was.  They will never be forgotten.

The Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade is a national holiday tradition, and has been so for the past 83 years, and this year the tradition continued.

This year, the parade route returns to its roots with it ending at 34th street right in front of the Macy’s store. This is different than it has been in recent years.

 There is a list of performers that include Katharine McPhee, Jane Krakowski, and we have Spiderman, Kermit and Spongebob floating down the parade route. Ziggy Marley, the son of the legendary Reggae singer Bob Marley, performed a song with his daughter on a float decorated as a pirate ship.

Ziggy Marley and Daughter awaiting performance at Macy Thanksgiving Day Parade today

 Ziggy performed his new song ”It’s Family Time” while holding his daughter in his arms so she could reach the mike…very cute.

Katharine McPhee, sporting her new sassy blonde ‘do, performed her new single “Had It All.” Jane Krakowski performed a Christmas tune. She may play a ditzy spoiled celeb on “30 Rock,” but in real-life Krakowski is quite the songbird.

Teen superstar Miley Cyrus made an exuberant appearance waving to her throngs of excited fans that lined the parade route waiting patiently for the international superstar. She looked great, in light of the bush crash tragedy that killed her long time tour bus driver this past friday. Today was much happier times for her.

The Macy’s Thanksgiving Parade aired on CBS and NBC at noon ET/9 am PT.

HAPPY THANKSGIVING…NOW GO EAT….

GLORIA AL SEÑOR…

DESCARGA ACORDES Y LETRA DE ESTE CANTO  GLORIA POPULAR

Ola pessoas!!!

Adivinha quem veio dos states para cair na night paulistana? Sim é ela!!! A trava mais perigosa de todos os tempos!

Amanda Lepore é uma das poucas Sobrevivente da era Clubber que não morreu de over-dose ou foi presa por ter esquartejado o seu traficante, modelo, hostess, cantora e travesti! Essa menina talentosa fez historia no EUA principalmente pelas MUITAS (enfatizando novamente) MUITAS cirurgias plasticas, aparições em filmes, desfiles top e muita bateção de cabelo. 

A musa Hethrette estará no Gloria esta sexta para a festa de encerramento da Casa de Criadores, super recomendo! Apenas pela presença do ser hauhauha!

Alias, para quem estiver curioso sobre os talentos musicas da guei, é só procurar pelos sucessos “My Pussy” ou “My hair looks fierce”, é tudo de bom zente!

E agora um video da menina cantando “Sun glasses at night”, remix da bixona canadense Tiga.

Bjos a todos!

Arthur R. N.

Jag är inget vidare förtjust i Lady Gagas musik, men denna denna lyssnar jag på mest hela tiden varvat med Mando Dioas Gloria.

Elisabeth, emocionada, abrazó a su prima con mucho énfasis y balanceándola de un lado a otro. Mariglo se quedó inmóvil, sin mover siquiera los brazos. Al separarse de ella Mariglo buscó a Jaime desconcertada.

- Es genial- logró decir sin mirarla a los ojos. Entró en la cocina y cogió la botella de champán que había en la mesa y le dio un sorbo. Suspiró, sonrió a los allí presentes y dio otro.

- ¿Te vas a volver alcohólica ahora?- susurró Jaime quitándole la botella de las manos- acompáñame arriba, vamos a hacer las maletas- Jaime cogió a su hermana de la mano y logró subirla hasta su habitación. La sentó en la cama y se sentó en el suelo frente a ella, pero lo suficientemente cerca como para tener sus manos cogidas. – ¡Qué!- susurró Jaime intentando buscar los ojos de Mariglo. Ella estaba en estado de shock y con la mirada perdida- ¿Me vas a explicar qué es lo que te pasa?- dijo sacudiendo los brazos de su hermana.

- ¿Sabes que me lo pidió a mí ayer?- dijo levantando la mirada lentamente hacia los ojos de Jaime- me…me lo pidió en nuestro sitio, hace sólo unas horas- susurró Mariglo mientras se le escapaba una lágrima.

- Supongo que le dijiste que no, por eso se lo pidió a Eli, ¿no?- aclaró Jaime. Mariglo le miró sin entender nada y agarró un cojín para pegar a su hermano. Jaime salió corriendo por la habitación esquivando la furia de Mariglo mientras reía a carcajadas. Logró cogerla por los brazos para inmovilizar sus movimientos- ¡¿Estás loca?!- gritó intentando tranquilizar a su hermana. Mariglo lloraba de rabia, temblaba y cada vez respiraba más fuerte. La puerta estaba abierta y al escuchar pasos los dos hermanos se separaron y miraron a ver quién era. Era Galo. Se asomó lentamente y sin hacer ruido. Al ver a Mariglo sonrió. Ella le lanzó el cojín con rabia. Galo cogió el cojín y se asustó al ver que corría hacía él. Jaime cogió a su hermana por la cintura y consiguió cerrar la puerta con el pie.

- ¡No quiero volver a verte en mi vida!- gritó Mariglo antes de que Jaime lograra cerrar la puerta. Su hermano la tumbó en la cama y la cogió de los hombros para calmarla. La furia de Mariglo se convirtió en lágrimas. Se llenó la cara de lágrimas frías y amargas. De esas que cuesta de secar y que duelen al caer. Ni siquiera se preocupaba por secárselas, simplemente giró su cabeza hacia un lado y le pidió a su hermano que se fuera. Cuando Jaime se levanto de su cama se giró completamente para un lado y se encogió para llorar. Mariglo se quedó en su habitación hasta la hora de comer.

- Glo, cariño, ya está la comida. ¿Cómo te encuentras? Me ha dicho Jaime que estabas mal- su madre se sentó en la cama y le tocó la frente- estás muy caliente, ¿te encuentras bien?- Mariglo en aquel momento se incorporó y abrazó a su madre sin llorar.

- Simplemente me da pena irme. Estoy muy a gusto aquí- susurró Mariglo mirando hacia arriba e intentando contener las lágrimas. Bajaron a comer: pollo con patatas. No surgió la conversación de la boda durante la comida, cosa que Mariglo agradeció. Tras comer, subieron los tres para hacer la maleta. El avión salía a las ocho y tenían que ir hasta Madrid para cogerlo. Su madre no quitó los ojos a todos los movimientos que estaba haciendo Mariglo.

- Bueno, nos veremos en la boda, ¿no?- preguntó su madre volviendo a doblar una camiseta azul que estaba en un cajón.

- Hombre, espero que nos veamos antes de que acabe el año- respondió Mariglo.

- No, si al parecer se casan pronto, para Noviembre o así.

- Sí que tienen prisa. Supongo que podré pedir fiesta- aclaró cerrando la maleta- bueno mamá, ha sido un placer, te voy a echar mucho de menos- dijo abriendo sus brazos y abrazándola.

- ¡Gloria!- gritó su padre desde el comedor. Sólo utilizaba su nombre completo para regañarla o para las cosas importantes- ¡Tienes visita! – Jaime salió corriendo de su habitación y la miró haciendo un gesto para que se calmara. Mariglo le miró asintiendo y bajando las escaleras. Y allí estaba Galo. Más pelirrojo que nunca y tan guapo como siempre.

 - ¿Podemos hablar un momento? Sin cojines de por medio si puede ser- dijo intentando romper el hielo. Mariglo asintió señalando hacia la cocina y caminando delante de él. Galo suspiró sentándose en una silla

- No sé cómo empezar- susurró frotándose los ojos con una mano.

- Tal vez podrías empezar por decirme por qué me pides que me case contigo y cuatro horas más tarde se lo pides a mi prima- reprochó Mariglo levantándose- ¿quieres algo de beber?

- Glo, por favor. ¿Puedo explicarme?- ella se sentó haciendo un gesto con la mano para que continuara- Es difícil de explicar. Yo te quiero muchísimo, no sabes cuánto, pero me dijiste que no y…

- ¿Me estás diciendo que te casas con ella por despecho?- preguntó Mariglo indignada.

- No, no. Ni mucho menos. Simplemente…

- Simplemente, ¿qué? ¿Quieres hablar claro?- preguntó Mariglo clavando sus ojos en los de Galo y dando un golpe en la mesa.

- Eli está embarazada- susurró Galo tragando saliva.

Music video for "Conga" by Gloria Estefan & The Miami Sound Machine. From the album "Primitive Love" released in 1985, this song reached 10th place on the U.S. charts. (C) Sony BMG Music Entertainment, Inc.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=b4A50EHwCjY&hl=en

DESCARGA ESTE CANTO DE GLORIA EN FORMATO PDF. LETRA Y ACORDES.

GLORIA 2

My sister Echo has been playing music for most of her life.  She’s part of a growing arts scene in Riverview, one that is beginning to thrive despite the Alto threat.  So popular are the performances they put on at the makeshift arts centre that the mob have been powerless to stop them.  The artists from the artists’ colony have helped provide drapes, costumes, posters and make-up for the concerts the local musicians put on.  It has kept some of them out of the Altos’ firing line: they are simply too popular with the people.  The Altos know there is increasing unrest about their activities and were they to cause enough unrest, it’s possible people could overthrow their regime.

Echo always loved our grandad’s stories about music and arts in the before times.  He talked about things called theatre and films, where people would tell stories and they’d act and move and dress up, and people would pay to watch and be entertained… it sounds rather fantastical, but Echo loved it.  She and some of her friends have dreams of creating their own shows one day, and Echo has started composing the music already.

They are planning a small show to open in a few months.  I couldn’t be prouder of my big sister, yet also sad – it is time for her to move on and spend time with others who share her dream.

Seeing Echo achieve her heart’s desire has enabled me to make some big decisions.  I love Eugene, and I asked him to marry me.  I was thrilled when he accepted.  We had a long, frank discussion about my aunt Gloria and Eugene and I came to an agreement about what we would ask her to do.

Eugene also decided to leave the police force.  Echo has inspired him, too.  He has always dreamed of playing music and the arts centre are starting to employ a small number of musicians.  My sister recommended him and so he’s started working there.  He is so excited by the possibilities it opens up to him.

I am so fortunate to have someone to share my life with; to share this responsibility with.  Sometimes I wonder if running this household and carrying on the good work my grandfather began is too big a task for me.  I want so much to honour him and my mother, to honour all those who have gone before us, but I have never known if I was up to it.  Now I know that I will be OK – I have a partner by my side who I trust completely, and who trusts my judgement.  He has given me the confidence in myself to make decisions about our future.

Eugene is also a great cook, which comes as a relief.  Dad used to do all the cooking and since he died, we have been existing on burnt hot dogs much of the time – Eugene makes them just right every time.  I miss dad so much, but Eugene cooks hot dogs almost as well as he did, and tasting them helps me remember him, and smile.

I had a long talk to Gloria when I discovered she was thieving.  She and I both want the same thing: to see the reign of the Alto mob come to an end, but I can’t condone her actions.  As a police officer, it would compromise me too much.  However, I can’t throw her out whilst Hirogen is so young.  It would be unfair to expect Gloria and Davros to start afresh when my cousin is still so young and vulnerable.  We decided she would stay here until Hirogen was a little older, and she wouldn’t talk about her activities with the rest of the family.  I can’t pretend I am happy to have a thief under my roof, and I know if work found out about it, it could cost me my job – and could possibly cost my sister Ezri hers, too.  I just hope Gloria is careful.

I have been concerned about my little brother Gaius for a while, but it is so hard to talk to him.  He keeps shutting down and becomng surly if I ask him anything about his activities.  This can’t go on – this is my home and he needs to treat it, to treat this family, with respect.

Yet mum dotes on him.  He is her youngest, her baby.  She is so proud of the rest of us, and I know that if she was to discover Gaius was keeping secrets, potentially dangerous secrets, she would be heartbroken.

Whilst there is trouble here, there is also great celebration.  Ezri is working undercover and enjoying it a great deal.  I feel nervous every time I know she is on an assignment.  With her skin tone she stands out, only a small percentage of the population here have the same affliction, and the Altos have spies everywhere.  Like our aunt Cas, though, she seems to live a charmed life; dodging danger when others in the same position have encountered assault, beatings or worse.

Since Echo and her friends began performing at the arts centre, a real mood has shifted here in Riverview.  People are making things for each other, indulging creativity in ways we hadn’t known before, or hadn’t dared try.  Several of Echo’s friends make an income from making clothing – this is a new indulgence; we have always had to make do with hand-me-downs from the survivors; but they have found ways to convert old fabrics into something new and beautiful.  There are even a few people who cut and style hair.  Apparently one of the survivors was something called a ‘hairdresser’ in the before time and had shared the skill with her descendants, and now people are feeling braver, the skill is spreading.

Another thing that has changed is that people want to celebrate more.  One of Cas’s friends has taken up baking cakes and the Altos have given up trying to monitor people’s gatherings at home, so we decided to hold our very first party to celebrate Hirogen’s birthday.

We invited the whole family, and it was so wonderful to have everyone together.  Mum seemed so overwhelmed that we were all here and were all safe.

I looked at them all and realised how fortunate I am to have been brought up in this family.  So many families here have been torn apart by sickness, by fire, by people being beaten by the Altos, or by people joining the Alto mob.  There is a lot here that could damage a person’s soul, could render them hard or damaged for life.  I know my own father was scarred deeply by the things he went through here, and there are people hurt far worse than he was.  My family are strong people, good people and we have stayed united.  That’s so rare in this town, and I hold it so dearly.

Hirogen decided that what she wanted for her birthday was a haircut and some new clothes, so we asked some favours of the people in town who could help…

She was so pleased with her new look: she is such a beautiful girl.  Davros and Gloria both had tears in their eyes when they saw their little girl all grown up and becoming so confident in herself.

There is also another cause for celebration.  Eugene and I are expecting our first child.

The first person we told was Echo.  I wanted her to be able to celebrate with us as we have been celebrating with her.  My sister has brought so much life and joy to Riverview – I am confident that the things she and her friends have done for this place will change it for ever.

Fredag har den franske film Første Dag i Resten af Dit Liv premiere i to af Københavns mest charmerende biografer, Gloria og Vester Vov Vov.

Min anmeldelse af filmen på Byenkalder.dk kan læses her. Jeg giver filmen fem ud af seks stjerner og kan varmt anbefale den til alle, der ønsker sig en skøn oplevelse i biografen.

My cousin Hirogen is such a beautiful little girl.  She’s very intelligent and extremely creative.  She’s always writing little stories and telling us the gossip from around town.  Davros and Gloria dote on her, and they’re such loving parents that I almost feel duplicitous for what I’m feeling about Gloria right now.

The other evening I saw her rushing off in a hurry – I was shocked to see what she was wearing.  She’d been trying to hide from me and Ezri, but I’d come down for a late night exercise session.  I know that outfit.  I have to apprehend a lot of criminals in my job, and many of them wear the black and white stripes.  It’s almost a badge of honour for them.

I was so angry at her.  She’s my aunt and I want to respect her, but this is MY house, and I’m a police officer.  I couldn’t believe she would so something so risky as work for the Alto mob, especially in this house with two police officers – and sher has a young daughter, too!  What about being a good role model for Hirogen?  I started yelling at her and she hushed me.

She told me she wasn’t working for the Alto mob – she hates them as much as I do.  She revealed she was one of a small band of independents who are working as thieves to undermine the mob’s influence.

I was astounded.  We have caught a couple of independent thieves recently, but they were just small-time crooks with little about them other than a will to cause havoc.  Whatever the motivations, theft is theft.  How could my own aunt be part of that?

Gloria said she’d always felt compelled to steal since she was a child, but had never done so – then she heard of some small-time thieves who were undermining the Altos by muscling in on their territory, and she saw this as a way to indulge her desires and also help see off the mob scourge.  She told me she never kept anything she stole and always left it behind at the places she visited – she was only doing it to satisfy an urge and to put the wind up Lutricia Alto and her cronies.

She begged me not to tell anyone else in the shelter.  I know it would kill my mother, devastate Hirogen and Davros and give Ezri real heartache – but what about me?  I now have a huge dilemma.  I can’t approve of her actions, yet she is really adamant about breaking the stranglehold the Alto mob have, and it’s not as if we’ve been able to stem their tide.  What if she’s right and some small-time criminals can do what we as the police have so far failed to do and break the Alto mob’s grip on this town?  I just don’t know what to do.  She is my aunt, she has a young daughter, I can’t turn her in – but I have a duty to the law.  How can I justify harbouring a criminal under my roof?

Knowing Gloria wasn’t really a personal trainer has made me question my brother, Gaius.  Is he doing the same thing as Gloria, out night after night, sneaking into people’s shelters, rummaging through their things, causing distress?  Gloria claims he isn’t her accomplice but other than that, she argues that it’s up to Gaius to tell me about his activities.

As soon as I learned about Gloria, I took Gaius aside to ask what was going on with him.  He just looked straight through me and said he knew what he was doing and he wouldn’t put us in any danger.  He won’t tell me anything about his actions, and I just don’t know what to do.

Since Dad died, he has been so sullen, so cut off – it’s as if he’s angry at the world.  He misses Dad, we all do, but he’s the youngest and it hit him hardest.  All he seems to do is work out and go out to ‘train’.  He won’t tell me what he is doing, and I can’t throw my younger brother out for mere suspicion, can I?  But something is wrong, and I have a very bad feeling about what he’s getting himself into…

When my mother asked me to take on the running of the household, I never envisaged it would be so difficult.  Fortunately, though, it is not all trauma.  My partner at work, Eugene, has been a godsend.  We get on so well – he has a real love for music like my sister Echo and his dearest desire is one day to be able to do that for a living rather than work in the police.  I think he’ll be great – but then, I’m biased.

Working together has brought us incredibly close – we are falling for each other in a big way.  I look at him and I can see my future; can see a partnership that I want to endure.  I long to marry him – but I am being held back by my fear that he will find out about Gloria and maybe even uncover what Gaius is up to.

My career and my relationship could be in jeopardy because of my family… and yet the last thing I want to do is put my family in danger.  I wish I knew what to do next.

Okay. Okay. I’m not dead. Promise.
I’ve just been busy. Doing what? Well… Nothing huge of value to anyone but me.
I’ve been doing the morning pages almost every day (weekends are still messing with me).
Last Saturday I went to a college football game at the college I’m planning on attending (Penn State), and they won, woo!

And apparently I’m going to the winter semiformal dance this year. John and I had decided not to go, but his cousins have other plans, it seems.
They’re both in their 20’s and out of college (and they both went to the college I’m planning to attend, haha), and they’ve decided that we are going to that dance, whether we like it or not! Lol! They’re paying for it. All of it. The younger cousin, Rachel, is letting me wear one of her dresses (that looks fantastic on me) and bought me shoes and was talking about jewelry and hair appointments and so on.
I’m kind of being weird about this, mostly because I’m not used to people being that nice to me, or doing that much for me. The cynic in me is going, “Why the hell are they doing this for you?” But, I figure I’m just going to shut up, thank them lots, and enjoy it.

Er, besides all that… I dunno. I’ve been working on a WordPress theme that’ll match my Blogger theme at the mo’, to set up a “Locked and Loaded” on my own server as a third strain for absolutely no reason other that I’m damn weird about that.

I’ve been thinking a lot about a secret project, but shhh… If you keep it quiet I’ll tell you…
About two or three years ago, back when I was A) deep into writing and B) angsty at my parents, I came up with an interesting fellow. His name was Alexander and he went by the moniker “Andi”. He had long blond hair and was basically a gothic computer genius with shitty-but-rich parents.
Okay, but what’s the project? Am I planning on writing a book on him? Well, not really. I’m already working on a non-fiction about my path, and getting slightly burned out on that. This is something fresh that I’ve never tried before: Webcomic artistry. Now, I’m not sure if it’s going to be funny – Andi is a cynical smartass, but not a comedian by any means. I’m not even sure what it’s going to be about, beyond this one kid. But I have the layout sitting here in my head and I cannot, cannot pass this up. I just can’t. My me won’t let me. I’m not sure what I mean by “my me” here – not Gloria; she wants me to do creative things but wouldn’t make me do them. No, it’s something deeper that is driving this impulse – maybe my center of creativity itself?
I should definitely meditate on this! If I could get myself to meditate at all…

My problem with doing these things that I mean to do – which include but are not limited to: meditation, journalling/blogging, card pulls (to a lesser extent), stonework, painting, recording, class projects – is that I get caught up in doing something else. Always! It’s my curse to be so easily distracted. And then all of a sudden it’s 10 or 11 at night and I’m tired and sitting there going, “Fuck! I was supposed to do this and this and this and I didn’t do any of it!” And I get frustrated with myself.
I think some of it is related to John in certain ways – I don’t want to ask him for time to myself. I’m not sure why, I just don’t want to do it, ever. So if I’m talking to him, I’m not doing these other things that I mean to. Or I’ll get hung up doing something I can do while talking to him, like Stumbling or template coding or something that either I don’t need to do or I could save for a later time.

I’m going to try to sort this out. I haven’t been, and I know it.

I need to edit the purpose page, heh. This is turning into more of a blog than I expected, filled with more of my personal life that I expected, and to be honest I don’t really see anything wrong with that. So. I will change it.

Time to go get my laundry out of the wash and hang it. To steal a phrase from the always-awesome Tigger, TTFN!

De nuevo vuelvo tras un tiempo de silencio con otra entrega más de versiones de canciones, esta vez dedicada a canciones que tratan temas LGTB o bien que son puros hinmos de esta comunidad. Aqui traigo unas cuantas de esas canciones conocidas por todo el mundo creo yo, pero con un trasfondo y significado especial para esta comunidad.

¿A quién le importa? (Alaska y Dinarama)

Esta canción es la mas conocida de la cantante Alaska y es uno de los himnos mas reconocidos de las comunidades gays de hispanoamérica y es que su letra es todo un grito de rebelión y libertad : ” ¿A quién le importa lo que yo haga? ¿A quién le importa lo que yo diga? Yo soy así y así seguire nunca cambiare” Fue versionada hace unos años por la cantante Thalia, que le dio un toque más electrónico y más moderno, aunque en lo personal sigo prefiriendo la de Alaska.

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All the Things She Said (TATU)

Las rusas TATU, tubieron su epoca dorada hace unos años gracias a que vendieron su imagen de lesbianas, que más tarde se desmintió, lo que hizo que su carreta se tambaleara. Aún asi sus canciones perviven en la memoria de muchos  y a pesar de todo la farsa que las rodeó, no se puede desmentir que lo que dicen muchas de sus canciones son situaciones muy reales.  Buscando en la red encontré una versión muy curiosa (y graciosa) que se hizo de esta canción interpretada por Deborah Ombres, para su programa de la MTv.

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You Spin me Round (Dead or Alive)

Canción versionada en multiples ocasiones, que es conocida en estos tiempos por un cover del rapero Flo-rida que le ha dado un punto de vista totalmente diferente al original, pues el cantante de Dead or Alive: Pete Burns, no era muy de damas, para que engañarnos. Aqui dejo unas cuantas versiones de la canción, para ver los diferentes enfoques que se le ha dio dando con el paso del tiempo.

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Versión I (Dope):

Versión II ( Thalia):

Versión III (Flo-rida):

I Will Survive (Gloria Gaynor)

Y como no podia ser de otra manera, que mejor para terminar que el hinmo gay por excelencia: “I Will Survive” de Gloria Gaynor, de la que se han hecho versiones a mansalva, pero que siempre como bien dice su letra la canción original sobrevive y es que su fuerza no ha decaido con los años, lo que solo ocurre con los grandes hinmos, son eternos.

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Versión I:

Dichosos los que saben aclamarte, Señor,
y caminan a la luz de tu presencia;
los que todo el día se alegran en tu nombre
y se regocijan en tu justicia.
Porque tú eres su gloria y su poder;
por tu buena voluntad aumentas nuestra fuerza.
Tú, Señor, eres nuestro escudo;
tú, Santo de Israel, eres nuestro rey.
Salmos 89:15-18

La dicha está reservada para los hijos de Dios. Y esto es así por muchas razones. Las dos razones principales son el amor y la justicia. El amor, porque nos sentimos verdaderamente amados y protegidos por Dios. Recibimos de su mano toda bendición y beneficio. La justicia, porque es es el anhelo de todo ser humano a pesar de lo difícil que es alcanzarla. En Dios tenemos acceso a esos dos grandes ideales y en él dejan de ser ideales para convertirse en realidad.

No existe nada en este mundo o en el venidero que sea superior a estar en la presencia de Dios. Este es el propósito de todo ser humano, ver cara a cara a nuestro Creador y gozarnos eternamente en su gloria.

Si deseas tener acceso al amor y a la justicia, busca a Dios pues sólo en él los podrás hallar. nadie podrá satisfacer los anhelos de tu alma como lo hace Dios. Búscalo a él y siempre lo encontrarás. Nunca serás defraudado.