Friday, April 23, 2010

Hello Lover!!!

Sex N The City introduced us to a character Carrie Bradshaw who was in love with a big city-NYC. On the other side of the country, along a different coast, there's a lady in love with her whole state, California! "Hello Lover!!!" I breathe as I walk, bike, or jog through one of its many parks. I love to live as a tourist in my own state, and city. Ever since I can remember, I've gone places and took my camera with me photographing everything that caught my eye. I'm just beginning to open up the vault and share my pictures. They've been sitting on my hard drive for years.

I recently read an article in Westways about a women who did a weekend walking vacation with a friend and walked from Hermosa Beach to Malibu. They walked about twelve miles each day and stayed at nice hotels to rest for the night. Every once in a while I come across people, books, or articles that blow my mind with a new idea of what is possible, or a new venture (a subculture) of something I have yet to try. Why didn't I ever think of that! I started brainstorming how I could do this by the end of this summer.

At the time California is in the media a lot for it's fiscal troubles, the hillsides boast the most amazing colors. I'm thoroughly enjoying Spring.

Wednesday, April 21, 2010

It's raining again in the Inland Empire. A light rain but still enough to trigger at least one car accident and a road closure. I wrote and submitted this back in March to TextBroker.com back when I was thinking of writing for them. It got a level 3 ranking.

Nestled between hills on all its borders, the Inland Empire, California is an idyllic place in the springtime with it's neighboring hilltops enveloped in thick flourishing carpets of green. It has been a long season of rain and the only good thing to come out of it is the lush hillsides. Some how despite all the rain, the I.E. is still in a drought. The rain may have stopped and car accidents may have dwindled for now, but fortunately, the hills are still green. I'm reminded of that on my way to pick up my kids from school each day, two stops on opposite ends of the city. My kids, the books on tape, Andrea Bocelli CD, and the panoramic green hill sides are what make this daily chore pleasant and enjoyable. In a few weeks these giants of lush will fade revert back into their irrelevant shades of brown. Once again I’ll look beyond those dry desert hills toward the sky in search of something beautiful.

Saturday, April 17, 2010

Random Acts of Kindess

I've recently witnessed some random acts of kindness while out driving around my area. I thought I should mention because they were nice examples of how we can be kind to one another.

I was stopped at a light and witnessed a lady run out of her car towards the car in front of her. I was about to lock my car door when I saw that she screwed on the gas cap and closed the gas door since the owner had been absent-minded enough to drive away like that.

An older couple raced across a street holding hands as they tired to make it before the light turns red. The gentleman looked very chivalrous extending his arm to his partner.

There's a couple of married homeless couples in my city that I'm familiar with. I've seen one of the couples sit on a bench outside a grocery store. They carry a makeshift cart and their dog on it. They don't ask for change. They make their way through the city collecting bottles. I've seen them both poke their fingers into the coin-despensor of the remaining public phone in our area. As I've approached to help them a few times, I see the sort of camaraderie in them as you'd expect to see in couples who live more comfortably. They are happy  with each other. On my way to work one morning, I saw the other homeless couple I'm familiar with. I saw the woman struggling to walk, it looked like the shoes were hurting her. Her partner was carrying what seemed to be two heavy bags. She reached the bus stop bench and sat in exhaustion. As he approached her  he appeared to be very concerned. I caught a final glimpse of them on the bench together as the light turned green and I drove away.

Friday, April 16, 2010

On Detoxing from Mainstream TV

I haven't watched  TV in at least year and half (probably a lot longer). Occasionally I'll watch a Netflix movie or go out to a movie or drive-in. Even as a kid, I found TV shows to be predictable and I couldn't stand that queued up laughter or commercials. I played outside instead. I listen to KPFK, listener sponsored radio, to stay informed of what's going on in the world.  Turns out I'm not missing much considering that nothing of what really matters is being covered by the Mainstream Media/Corporate Media News.  I occasionally come across a blaring TV at a pizza place or electronics store and see Tiger Woods on the evening news. I break a smile and think how ridiculous it that Tiger would even make it to the news considering all the international and local news that is being covered at KPFK. At this point, it doesn't make me mad or cynical. I've lost my detachment from a lot of things (like Ekhart Tolle writes about in a New Earth... I am an avid reader) so I just observe. Going to the stores has felt different too. I walk into a store and see the boxes and objects and can no longer recall quirky slogans or gin-gals that have been associated to those objects. There's no pull to those objects or much familiarity to them that I remember they once had. My Ah Moment came when some one asked me what kind of running shoes I was wearing (when I bought the shoes I picked out whatever fit best) but I didn't recognize the logo any more. (It wasn't the Nike Swish but it was another popular brand.)  I don't know the names of the latest TV stars and shows but I do feel more centered and I have more time for projects I enjoy. I also don't feel compelled to buy anything or feel like I'm missing something. It's been a wonderful detox and I hardly ever watched in the first place.

We do have a TV at home but it only has the basic channels. My kids grew up without watching much TV (just an hour on the weekends to watch a cartoon movie while I made breakfast--not on a daily basis). When they do watch a movie or even more rarely TV, they themselves quickly turn it off after a show (most of the time, they are still kids you know). I have stepped back to see how long they would watch if I don't say anything, and to my relief they do turn it off themselves after a show.They are active creative boys. I know in today's society we can feel helpless as parents when we see all that is going on in the world. But your home is your home and these are your four walls. I once read an article online that advised taking exquisite control of your home environment as a parent. I would take my boys to the park or leave my house half undone to play with them to keep them busy. I tried not to make stern rules but rather to shift the focus on what we do want. So when I see them getting restless I take them to the park so they don't get bored at home bored and then turn on the tube. It wasn't as hard as one would image to keep the bad influence out... if you fill it with the positive influences instead.When my boys wanted an XBox for their birthdays I ordered the Lego Magazine by mail and when it came in they immediately changed their minds about what they wanted as I knew they would.

The TV is the Matrix, not just for the commercials and the superficial news that they inundate with but the TV shows themselves. The drama, characters, and story lines that reinforce ideas that are everything but the right  way to really live. The banner ads online don't have nearly the same effect as TV and when I do get an annoying video ad on the computer I'm sitting right there so I can turn off the volume or visit another website for the same content easily enough.

An example of this is when my kids were younger they freaked out the first time I ever played them the movie E.T. I remembered liking it as a kid so I figured they'd enjoy it too. The thing gave them nightmares because they hadn't been exposed to lunch boxes, collectibles, and trailers of a cute and friendly E.T.a head of time. Instead they saw an alien on TV with huge eyes and long fingers and it just freaked them out.  We become conditioned to the images we see on TV and we come to accept them as a way of life

Monday, April 12, 2010

A Road Back To Me

Sunday Night Family Art Circle

 I discovered I still have a long lost talent that I thought I probably no longer had. I went to the art store yesterday and bought paper, watercolor pencils, markers, and art instruction books to do art as a family and also to give my kids something to do on their downtime. I keep hearing how schools are not pushing out the arts and other essential skill and instead teaching for the test so it's more important than ever for kids to get art at home. I brought this Draw Manga Drawing Kit book was able to draw the images rather easily. My boys each picked a character from the book for me to draw for them. It was cute seeing the personality of each one is reflected in the character they selected. I forgot how relaxing it is. I guess my journey right now is a journey back to me... getting back to doing the things I once loved doing and doing them often enough to keep it up and get better at it.

Friday, April 9, 2010

So what's with the title???


Ebbed on by my sister to get a blog... I find myself on my bed in my room registering for a blog faced with my most challenging decision of day. What should I call it? This A Girl Name Eve idea came to my mind earlier in the day when I was reading through my sister's and her friend's blog. They're the artsy creative type of writers whose words spill like poetry. I'm still trying to break out of my analytical side.

Anyways, this blog is dedicated to our first lady... Eve. Whether you believe in the Big Bang or Garden of Eden idea.... it really doesn't matter. At some point there must have been a female human species that started it all. That did it all her own without a sister to call, or a group of female friends to take a girls night out with. She had no other female to vent with. She was our first mother. First wife, our first lady. This one's for you Eve.

I feel that in a way we are all just like Eve venturing on our own in maybe just that one way where we have found that nobody else quite understands us, or that maybe we still haven't understood about selves. There are times when no matter how great of a support system system of friends, soulmates, and family, we have, there's some journeys we have to initiate on our own. The goal is not to stay there alone, hopefully. But at least by beginning on our own terms we're more likely to have set off on the right journey.