Sunday, August 27, 2006

Best in Show

Summertime in San Francisco may be the coldest winter Mark Twain has ever experienced, but we San Franciscans eagerly await the summer cinema in the park events. Last night, in dog-friendly Dolores Park, throngs of people watched "Best in Show," a mockumentary on the world of the competitive dog owner. Prior to the movie viewing, we were treated to a "doggie fashion show" with awards handed out to the most lovable pooches. I have posted my favorite costumes below for your consideration and look forward to hearing which mutt you would have voted as "best in show."

pug love

pug love
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They should have won for the category "Best San Francisco costume"- love and the City Hall.

Peanut the pooch

Peanut the pooch copy
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Peanut, the French bulldog should have won "Best San Francisco costume- the Marina" (There is only the question as to whether her pearls are real or not...)

tutu doggie

tutu doggie
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Should have won in category for "Best San Francisco costume- Haight St. (Janis would have been so proud. Now if only the owner had thought to get John Lennon-esque sunglasses...)

harley dog

harley dog
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Should have won in the category "Best San Francisco costume" (especially Folsom St. Festival, but then he would have needed buttless chaps)...

Tuesday, August 22, 2006

close call

yesterday there was a shooting at the fort funston dog park. my roomie lori has made this a part of her post-work everyday ritual and yesterday, she and her friend had a hankering for coffee, which prevented them from encountering the man who shot three people and then shot himself to death. at random.

saturday, in my neck of the woods, a woman working the counter of a convenience store was shot and killed. several blocks from our house, there was a sexual assault of a walker. a man physically dragged a woman into golden gate park and had his way with her.

so when i see lebanon's ceasefire unraveling on camera and hear the commentary about how dangerous my little voyage to greece is going to be, i scoff. because in truth, there is no such thing as a safe / good place and a dangerous / bad place. that untruth was revealed after my junior high years. you just have to live in the riskiness inherent in life and be careful, yes, but not paranoid or worse, paralyzed. fear is an awful downer at a party.

and greece here i come. >:)

Saturday, August 19, 2006

saying goodbye

there's something so definite about saying goodbye. professors and certain friends refuse to utter the words, instead proclaiming "see you later." but today was a day for goodbye.

several workers, who we recently found out are in the country illegally, relinquished their positions today, moving forward to who knows what. i took out one of the guys, who bears the nickname "locisimo" to lunch yesterday. we have worked together for four years. i always knew that even if i was having a bad day, he could lift my spirits by his silliness and ability to lend an ear to the concealed conversations in spanish, we would periodically have. he has sacrificed so much for his kids' welfare. he recognizes in them, an intelligent, inquisitive nature and he doesn't want them to "end up like him." i mull this over, munching on chips and salsa, wondering if they will ever know how much he has given up for them, how he has amended his life in favor of theirs. perhaps they will resent him for being an absentee dad, not understanding why they haven't seen him in four years, turning a cold shoulder toward him when at long last he returns. i grieve his departure, but have known its day was coming for a little bit now. today, smiles replace tears and i go give him a bear hug, knowing i will never get to crack jokes in spanish with him anymore. our paths have diverged.

people say goodbye in different ways- mar. made a point to walk up to my desk so i could hug her, telling her she's a good worker- goodbye. mir. left without saying goodbye to anyone. i easily say and easily believe "Dios te cuide" but in the car, when i'm alone, i let the mourning begin anew, fresh and potent, letting the injustice pierce me thoroughly. crying out to God to take care of them, they who have been such diligent workers, now forced to stand on the side of the road, waiting for work to roll by in a shiny cadillac.

before i left, locisimo told me he got a call from a warehouse and has an interview. i see the hand of Dios sheltering my friend, and i smile.

Saturday, August 05, 2006

an answer of sorts

"God called Jesus Christ to what seemed absolute disaster. And Jesus Christ called His disciples to see Him put to death, leading every one of them to the place where their hearts were broken. His life was an absolute failure from every standpoint except God's. But what seemed to be failure from man's standpoint was a triumph from God's standpoint because God's purpose is never the same as man's purpose.

This bewildering call of God comes into our lives as well. The call of God can never be understood absolutely or explained externally; it is a call that can only be perceived and understood internally by our true inner nature. The call of God is like the call of the sea- no one hears it except the person who has the nature of the sea in him. What God calls us to cannot be definitely stated because His call is simply to be His friend to accomplish His own purposes. Our real test is in truly believing that God knows what He desires. The things that happen do not happen by chance- they happen entirely by the decree of God. God is sovereignly working out His own purposes.

If we are in fellowship and oneness with God and recognize that He is taking us into His purposes, then we will no longer strive find out what His purposes are. As we grow in the Christian life, it becomes simpler to us because we are less inclined to say, 'I wonder why God allowed this or that?' And we begin to see that the compelling purpose of God lies behind everything in life, and that God is divinely shaping us into oneness with that purpose. A Christian is someone who trusts in the knowledge and the wisdom of God, not in his own abilities. If we have a purpose of our own, it destroys the simplicity and the calm, relaxed pace which should be the characteristic of the children of God."

-- taken from "My Utmost for His Highest", Oswald Chambers

quiz- personality in 3 questions?

Your Personality Is

Idealist (NF)

You are a passionate, caring, and unique person.
You are good at expressing yourself and sharing your ideals.

You are the most compassionate of all types and connect with others easily.
Your heart tends to rule you. You can't make decisions without considering feelings.

You seek out other empathetic people to befriend.
Truth and authenticity matters in your friendships.

In love, you give everything you have to relationships. You fall in love easily.

At work, you crave personal expression and meaning in your career.

With others, you communicate well. You can spend all night talking with someone.

As far as your looks go, you've likely taken the time to develop your own personal style.

On weekends, you like to be with others. Charity work is also a favorite pastime of yours.

Friday, August 04, 2006

an ongoing conversation

tonight i saw a movie about a young girl encountering her first job, trying to make her mark on the world and get her foot into journalism. her boss as we find out is made out to be the devil, but a devil with very human moments. my favorite scene and the one that is most gut-wrenching to me is when they are in a taxi in paris, talking about the cunning of the boss as she depicts deposing her enemy from stealing her job at the magazine. you find out that in her quest to cover her own self, she has backstabbed her "dear friend" instead. and you sorely realize our young heroine, who is trying to make good decisions as she forges her way, has done the same thing... instead of her following on her boss's coattails as they exit the taxi and the boss makes an outlandish comment that "everyone wants to be us," she walks the opposite direction- a veritable two weeks notice reverberating along that parisian street.

i leave the movie mulling over deep truths that exist under the surface, smile on my face, but questions and confusion pulling at my brain's mass. and then i see anne lamott in the lobby... anne lamott whose writings about her stumblings in and around faith have given mine a voice in a new, fresh way. and i contemplate saying something to her which in the end comes out in a garbled bit using words like "stupendous" and "transformed"- sounding hyperbolic, but emanating from the heart.

i wonder often what i am doing. as i approach 30, and look at back at my life, what have i done to make the world a better place? all the platitudes i used to (and still deeply, internally) believe in have become less reality and more concept-oriented. i have been wrestling with God for four years now on the same thing, but the answer never changes. and yet i keep wrestling, in hopes that my non-activity is actually tied to God and not to a pervasive fear that is dictating my steps. right now i am reading two books: "the name of the rose" and "the saint's guide to happiness." in the latter book, i am currently reading about deriving the happiness that comes from suffering and found this passage to be one to chew on for some time:

"Among the saints there are many similar stories that illustrate the capacity of suffering or misfortune to disrupt the force of inertia in our lives, thus releasing energies now available for a new purpose or goal."

i am not seeking out suffering- who does except for sadists and masochists? i want to BE fully in the space where i am, but there's a yearning, a restlessness that pulls and tugs at me. have i always been this unsettled about life? i would hate to think of myself as a cliche (with the whole brink of 30 at hand).

burned into the lens in my head is a snapshot of a younger me, one unlearned to the ways of the world, believing love to be the greatest force alive. i'm standing in a field with banana trees stretching far into the horizon to a range of mountains between which the sun is setting. my hair is disheveled and frizzy. my skin looks dirty and darkened by the sun. one arm is around a small honduran boy in tattered shirt to my left and the other clutches a boy to my right. my eyes glitter and gleam with such a ferocity, like a beacon calling out that this is home, that here there is fulfillment. i am poor but infinitely rich.

and yet this conversation continues... with resolution at such a great distance!

Thursday, August 03, 2006

quiz- city

You Belong in London

A little old fashioned, and a little modern.

A little traditional, and a little bit punk rock.

A unique woman like you needs a city that offers everything.

No wonder you and London will get along so well.

Wednesday, August 02, 2006

literary heroine quiz results

Which Classic Female Literary Character Are you?

You're Elizabeth Bennett of Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen!
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