Did the ancestors look at the heavens and find themselves enthralled by the creations of nature?
Did their bones quivery by the vastness of the sky and the ominous approaching clouds?
Did their lack of understanding birth the need of a creator?
Essays on Life, Experiences & Hopes
Many who know me closely will attest that I’m not the most MEXICAN Mexican they know.
I don’t know when Independence Day happens (Sept. I think) and I’ve never worn a silk shirt with a Virgin Mary on it.
With that said, I am proud of my heritage. The music will always move me and nothing goes as well with a cold cerveza than a live Mariachi ensemble.
My most sincere condolences for the families and friends of the students who passed away this week at Virginia Tech. I can’t fathom the grief someone would feel over loosing a son or daughter in such a senseless way.
My thoughts are with those folks.
I haven’t written in ages. I miss it.
Sometimes it seems that I forget about it due to laziness. Or sometimes I’m so involved in making the aspects of my life coexist in merriment that taking the time to jot down a few words seems trivial. But now I sit here waiting to know how my financial future will play out and in order to get my mind away from it I come back to my little journal to carp, cry and ponder.
It’s windy on this Wednesday April 15th. I’ve been officially out of a job for 4 days and in the hunt for a Staff Writer position at the University Times. It seems that my party days are threatening to hurt me here.
I am perfect for this position. I write well, I love the spotlight, I know the campus and I like the people. But my past is the Achilles heel for me. I’m vulnerable in that area….
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