“Things do not change; we change.” ~Henry David Thoreau
1) Charity:Water winner: To those of you who participated in my Camp Mighty fundraising efforts I truly appreciated it. As I have already written but would gladly recap: the weekend was magical and every few minutes I’d exclaim how happy I was. Genuinely. Thoroughly. Truly. The lucky winner was one Mr. Gav Martell. He now gets a choice of $50 iTunes or Amazon gift card. His wife thinks it’s for her. Perhaps he’ll share. Hooray for clean water and I like giving so we’ll do more of that in the coming year.
2) My whereabouts: When I started this site I was 21 going on 22. I hated being an adult and didn’t know what to do, where to go and who to turn to. I felt alone hence the birth of this site. Fast forward almost 6.5 years later. I am 28 or as my family says “like fucking 30” and I’ve matured. At least enough to know that not every thought that enters my mind needs to be put out for the world to see. Shit happens or I step in it and while the 2005 me would yell at the top of my lungs to all 36 visitors, the 28 year old me takes deep breaths and puts on her boxing gloves to go toe to toe with the bag. I can’t write the way I used to. I’m still honest and me but I am different. Does that make sense? I have learned that to me irreverent is fine but not at the expense of another. I also have realized that telling the stories I have are fine but more in terms of how I was impacted rather than talking just to talk. Are you with me here?
Shorter: Things have been happening but like hell am I going to write about them.
Even shorter: LIFE!
Of course if you follow me on twitter you know that I’m there and ever present. And maybe it’s the 140 characters that has ruined my or all blogging or maybe I no longer feel the need to make what could be a sentence into four paragraphs.
3) The future: And I bet with that last bit you thought I was going to announce the closing of this little venture. HAAAAAA! But no. I’m here to stay. No Pasa Nada is my baby and I can see in this site exactly where I have done some growing (in the hips mostly. GET IT. GET IT) and where I want and need to go in terms of my writing. In the New Year this site will get a much needed facelift. I’ll be exploring different areas as I learn to stretch myself into what/who I want to be and remember; it’s 2012. Shit will be going down over at Poliogue.
4) Poliogue: It’s where my passion lies and it’s 2012 and there’s a huge primary going on and I just saw and iPad app that tracks electoral votes and…and…please hold while I fan myself. I’m positively giddy about the potential of what can be done with the site as the field slims down and the general gets underway. Anyone who has read even a smidgen of what I’ve had to say over the years knows that when it comes down to it I am a writer, no doubt, but I’m a writer who will writer her face off about politics. It’s not about right and wrong and rallying it’s about finding the essence of democracy and what drives people to the polls.
I’m grinning like a fool right now as I think about how to incorporate me into something for over there. You don’t have to enjoy politics but you do have to live with it. And I just want to be there to help get you through it.
5) So ch-ch-ch-changes! Are you excited? I am. If you have any suggestions, comments, concerns and/or hate my guts and would like for me to fall of the Internet all together let me know. Either in the comments or by email (nopasanadablog@gmail.com) or on Twitter where you can do it in public!
There will be a few more posts – like literally three – between now and the New Year and after that new! Fun! stuff! Get ready. This is going to be great.
“I think I could fall madly in bed with you”
“I think I could fall madly in bed with you.” ~Author Unknown
The end of the 2011 was lovely and then 2012 came and blew my face off with it’s awfulness. Not real awfulness but the type where things keep piling up and then one day you tell your mother to get the fuck off of you as you hop out of moving car. And then you get to walk a mile in the cold without a coat but your body is heated by so much anger. SO MUCH. And you arrive at the bar and say to Favorite Bartender, “I want to get so drunk that I don’t remember my own name” and he says, “I can help you with that” as he pours 16oz of Tempranillo. It’s not even that much of a story except to say that I spent a solid week telling myself that I was ok physically and have my health and then I’d pop a Klonopin because health is relative. Now it’s over, lessons have been learned and I’m ready to get into the new year but first thing’s first:
Did you watch the Golden Globes Sunday night? No matter but if you did you saw that Idris Elba won best actor for the BBC series Luther. And then I went on and on (in my head, of course) about all of the things I’d like to do to Stringer Bell.
I’m in a coffee shop right now fanning myself because damn, y’all. Just damn.
Which brings me to a discussion I had with colleagues as to who you’d do. You know DO. In the horizontal fashion. I’m usually just a casual observer: I see an actor or anyone for that matter, remark on just how cute/handsome/OH MY GOD LET’S HAVE BABIES they are and then move on about my day. But being forced to really think about who I find totally do-able was far more difficult than I thought it would be. Don’t you love how seriously I take this? Much like everything else in my life who you want to sleep with requires deep thought, concentration and perhaps a Pro/Con list.
Without further ado, here are the dudes (I don’t know how I ended up with only dudes but whatever) I’d…um…yeah:
1. Common
2. Idris Elba
3. Mark Wahlberg
4. Colin Firth
5. James Franco/Mark Ruffalo
Honorable mentions: Bradley Cooper, Salma Hayek, Jake Gyllenhal, Robert Downey, Jr.