"The most terrible poverty is loneliness and the feeling of being unloved."
Have I made anyone smile today?
Saturday, July 14, 2012
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Saturday, July 7, 2012
Astro"nut"
I've always been a bit of a star nerd. . . don't hate. I find the night sky inspiring, and it always leaves me awe-struck. Click on them to see them bigger.
Good Ol' Scorpius, seen from West Texas, in Possum Kingdom Lake, the year before the forest fire burnt half of the park to the ground.
This is picture is one of the best from my early days. Here, we see the Milky Way Galaxy, in a manner I didn't believe was possible with a Canon 20D.
Good Ol' Scorpius, seen from West Texas, in Possum Kingdom Lake, the year before the forest fire burnt half of the park to the ground.
This is picture is one of the best from my early days. Here, we see the Milky Way Galaxy, in a manner I didn't believe was possible with a Canon 20D.
En casa de mis abuelitos. . .
I have always loved going to my grandparents' house.
I am blessed to have all four grandparents alive, and two great-grandmothers alive as well. Actually, not more than eight years ago I still had four great-grandparents alive, and was fortunate enough to have met them.
However, it has been rare to have both sets of grandparents within reasonable distance at the same time.
When I was still in Guatemala, my mom's side of the family was the one we saw a whole lot. The last couple months, my grandparents would come have sabbath lunch with my family every sabbath. My grandma would make her amazing manjar de leche, and boy, it was the highlight of my sabbath.
When I moved to the US, it was my dad's side of the family that we saw more often. Very often on Sabbaths we go eat to their place, and my grandma makes the very best cornbread this side of the galaxy (even some Unionites privileged enough to have tried it say it's the best--and we're in Corn Nation itself!).
Still, it's not the cooking that makes my grandparents special--that's the bonus.
Back in Guatemala, my brother and I (the only ones old enough to thoroughly enjoy them spoiling us) would relish every chance we got at staying over. My grandma, whom we call "Yaya," on top of her food, would buy us anything we wanted--much to the chagrin of my parents. She also made the trip from Guatemala to the States multiple times just for us. My grandpa, "Tata," has the best jokes I've ever heard, also made the trip to see us a couple of times, would always be watching the coolest shows on TV, and it is largely because of him that I follow all the sports I do, from Formula 1 to Tennis to Football (real football) and American Football to basketball to. . .
Here in the States, my grandpa, "Chuski," is a pretty cool person also. He might be pushing the age envelope a bit but seems as if no one told him he's supposed to be old. He still goes on long bike rides in his specialized bikes, rides a motorcycle, and occasionally races someone with his BMW from stop light to stop light. Hehehe
My grandma, "Abuelita," is full with wisdom. I've never received bad advice from her, and I've never seen anyone study their Bible more than her. And, she makes the best cornbread. . .Recently, someone asked her whether it was sweeter being a mom or a grandmother, and she replied that they are two different things but being a grandmother is sweeter.
Sweetest of all, I think, is being a grandson.
I am blessed to have all four grandparents alive, and two great-grandmothers alive as well. Actually, not more than eight years ago I still had four great-grandparents alive, and was fortunate enough to have met them.
However, it has been rare to have both sets of grandparents within reasonable distance at the same time.
When I was still in Guatemala, my mom's side of the family was the one we saw a whole lot. The last couple months, my grandparents would come have sabbath lunch with my family every sabbath. My grandma would make her amazing manjar de leche, and boy, it was the highlight of my sabbath.
When I moved to the US, it was my dad's side of the family that we saw more often. Very often on Sabbaths we go eat to their place, and my grandma makes the very best cornbread this side of the galaxy (even some Unionites privileged enough to have tried it say it's the best--and we're in Corn Nation itself!).
Still, it's not the cooking that makes my grandparents special--that's the bonus.
Back in Guatemala, my brother and I (the only ones old enough to thoroughly enjoy them spoiling us) would relish every chance we got at staying over. My grandma, whom we call "Yaya," on top of her food, would buy us anything we wanted--much to the chagrin of my parents. She also made the trip from Guatemala to the States multiple times just for us. My grandpa, "Tata," has the best jokes I've ever heard, also made the trip to see us a couple of times, would always be watching the coolest shows on TV, and it is largely because of him that I follow all the sports I do, from Formula 1 to Tennis to Football (real football) and American Football to basketball to. . .
Here in the States, my grandpa, "Chuski," is a pretty cool person also. He might be pushing the age envelope a bit but seems as if no one told him he's supposed to be old. He still goes on long bike rides in his specialized bikes, rides a motorcycle, and occasionally races someone with his BMW from stop light to stop light. Hehehe
My grandma, "Abuelita," is full with wisdom. I've never received bad advice from her, and I've never seen anyone study their Bible more than her. And, she makes the best cornbread. . .Recently, someone asked her whether it was sweeter being a mom or a grandmother, and she replied that they are two different things but being a grandmother is sweeter.
Sweetest of all, I think, is being a grandson.
Tuesday, July 3, 2012
From the Drunk albeit Genius Imagination of Shakespeare, II
Care I for the limb, the thews, the stature, bulk and big assemblance of a man? Give me his spirit.
-Henry IV, part 2
-Henry IV, part 2
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