A Crowded Subway is No Excuse for Unlawful Sexual Conduct...

While riding the bus to Hoboken last Friday (yes, I was going to Jersey…no, I didn’t lose a bet..jk I have got nothing but love for Jersey. After all, its filled with Cubans (thank you Union City for housing my people).
Anyway, back to my bus ride….I was sitting there minding my business; nervous having never taken this particular bus thinking about how I would be lost in who knows where Jersey only to make the evening news that night when it happened…I innocently look across from me at the man sitting facing me. Now, I am no pervert but I could not help but notice the extremely ill fitting pants this man was wearing. Sir, if you have large junk a)good for you but more importantly b)find pants that support your situation. I am sorry but I felt super uncomfortable. Truth be told, I almost felt like introducing myself since I was basically forced to stare at his piece for the duration of the ride (thank God Hoboken is close by).
On the subway, I have been fortunate enough to sit while the car is jammed with people but sitting can be just as risqué and unpleasant when again, a man who is too big for his britches decides to stand right in front of you while you innocently and politely try to ignore the bulge in his pant…after all, I am a lady…I think people need to buy pants that fit. Just like most women I know try and avoid the muffin top or camel toe produced by wearing ill fitted pants; men should do the same. I hope this post starts a revolution….

"It's Like Riding A Bike"

I’m sure you have all heard the expression…”It’s just like riding a bike!” While most take this as a popular reference referring to a skill or task that will never be forgotten, for me that expression is a constant reminder of my failures. While the vast majority of people do indeed learn how to ride a bicycle when they are young and unafraid, my lackluster attempts now as an adult are nothing more than a vaudevillian comedy routine. Unlike a young, precautious youth who picks themselves back up after a fall, I have had 27 years of life to scare me and cause me sufficient pain.
I would be lying if I didn’t admit the fact that yes, I wonder what that would feel like: riding a bike. Do I wonder enough to make a fool out of myself in central park while onlookers point and laugh at the adult with training wheels?…Yea, not so much.
While perusing YouTube with my coworker, she showed me a clip (provided below). While I have never personally felt that sense of accomplishment of first learning how to ride a bike, I do appreciate the overall theme of this clip and thought it would be inspiring to share. We have all overcome hardships and obstacles…this kid made me feel proud of everything I have been able to do and withstand (even though my skillset doesn’t including success with the most popular childhood pastime.) This proud child teaches the defeatist in all of us to just keep trying and never give up….his wisdom is definitely beyond his years…

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eaIvk1cSyG8 (Enjoy!!!)

Back to School

Last night I embarked on a new adventure in my life. While I have surrounded myself with media, I have always shied away from the technology behind media making. Well, I am finding out that I have more guts than I thought! Yesterday was my first final cut pro editing class and so far so good. Granted, we only went through the basic but I thought I would be a goner by this point.
Editing has always interested me. My last semester of college I took an Aesthetic of Editing class and absolutely fell in love with the craft…and it wasn’t only because the instructor looked exactly like my Dad and I felt compel to hung him after every lecture…I didn’t. Come on people, I have more social grace than that…I mean barely but still I didn’t want to scare the poor man. He was probably so terrified of me already seeing as I was fixated on every word he said always. A)he is a brilliant man and B)the uncanny resemblance to my father was seriously ridiculous and since my father passed away when I was young the weird affections towards my instructor could be explained but I so didn’t want to go there with him.
Affections aside, I learned that I loved the craft of editing and hopefully with some luck and hard work I might actually be great at this…wish me luck y’all!!!!! (I’m not southern I just felt like saying y’all…it’s jaunty and makes me happy!)

Soundtrack to Life

Perhaps it’s because I’ve seen too many movies. Or it could be the fact Television helped me learn English as a kid. Either way, some may say I have a flair for the dramatic and romantic (I can’t lie…I definitely do). That being said, wouldn’t it add so much excitement and fun to life to have a soundtrack accompanying you on your daily chores. I truly think music is the perfect accessory to life. I know it would probably get old after about half a day but it would be so amusing to have musical accompaniment for your various day to day happenings. You could walk to the bank and instead of being bored you could dance along to Aloe Blacc's "I Need A Dollar." If music would be too distracting, perhaps you could have your favorite artist narrate your life as it unfolds. Wouldn’t that be something? If you are having a dramatic day, James Earl Jone’s powerful baritone voice could explain the play by play of your breakup or other dramatic event. I know I would find great comfort in Morgan Freeman’s voice narrating my life…so soothing.
I think the show How I Met Your Mother definitely had the right idea casting Bob Saget as the omnipresent narrator. Before I go on, yes, I still watch How I Met Your Mother. I know it has jumped the shark and definitely has lost its comedic steam but I’m invested so what can I say? Even though the show has gotten signifying less funny in season 6, one beacon of light that still hold the show together for me is Bob Saget. Perhaps I should chalk it up to nostalgia…I did love Full House.
Regardless, his dry comedic timing got me thinking about how much more enriched my life would be if he narrated my day to day. I have heard he's a bit of a perv in real life and nothing like the fatherly, type-A Danny Tanner I grew up loving so I'd let him have a coffee break when I was showering. No need to hear what he would say about that...
I think a soundtrack to one’s life would give entertainment and inspiration when one really needed it. Frequently, I'll be sitting on the train after a long day at work and it is the music on my ipod that gives me the energy and motivation to get my butt to the gym. Yes, Christina Aguilera…I am beautiful….or yes TLC, I don’t want no scrubs…whatever your motivation in life, embrace it and grab on to what makes you happy…for me...it's Bob Saget...