Tuesdays of Texture | Week 8 of 2017

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The weather got confused last week and instead of the normal cold we are supposed to have in February (our coldest month of the year) it gave us the best sunny, pleasantly breeze summer days and boy, we were all over that.

I decided whenever the weather cooperated we were going to do a beach day – even if it meant after school, which is a little bit tricky because sand in the car, bags to carry, wet things… and I’ve been known to melt down because the seat got an inch spot, so you know… bit of a gamble.

We are back to normal this week.  The ocean is fierce this morning and it’s already raining, so I’m clinging to this photos like a sloth to their tree.

THANKS to every single participation last week.  There are some terrific images in there, do go check them out:

Have a great day!

Tuesdays of Texture | Week 7 of 2017

Tuesdays of Texture is a really awesome weekly feature. You can read about it over here; but the short version is I want to see a bit of your world so link up your post in the comments!

Root in rock.

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Sat beside this on a recent trip. Spent my ten minutes there worried that a lizard would confuse me with a tree branch because, of course they cannot tell the difference.  Says the bilogist. (Me.)

Also wondered how that tree part/root part/part?  Grew there.

Thanks to all participations of last week!  Go check them out:

Dancing Mondays: Pedrito (a.k.a Bruno Mars) in the Grammy’s ’17 Edition

I slept very little last night because, for the first time in I don’t know how many years, I was exited to see someone perform at the Grammy’s.

Adele was awesome and I love that she seemed to enjoy her Hello performance (it was also pretty cool to see an artist re-start a live performance in her tribute, I think it was justified too).  And yes, Beyonce was all kinds of HOWWHATTHEHECKISHAPPENING.  I liked Ed Sheeran doing his live-mix thing.

But my heart was with this guy.

If there has ever been a time when his vocals have not been on point, I would love to see that.  Our of curiosity, because that man never sounds bad.  I thought he was a little louder than usual, but good Lord, his voice.

I loved his chill on this stage.  Most performers make it very tight and formal, and even when they get crazy, they keep it very … how do I say… like “I’m at the Grammy’s and I want to kill this but OMG this is the Grammy’s”.   Pedrito kinda did his thing and had fun.

I mean, it was the Grammy’s and his choice of ‘highlight’ was breaking it down for the ladies.  That was my favorite part of the evening.  What else do you do with a live TV performance?  Break it down, for the ladies.

We were all Jenny (a.k.a JLo) when she enthusiastically nodded her YES followed by an almost bossy right now.   You break it down for me papi, right now.

I went to “sleep” after this because I had to wake up early today, so I admit I didn’t watch this next clip live, but of course I did watched it… at two in the am because somehow I’m gonna get that sleep back.  I’ll try to sneak in a nap into my schedule.  I’ll work it out.

And I mean.  You have to pause after that.  Drink it in and savour the aftertaste.

He went to town with this.  This was the end show the Grammy people didn’t knew they had.  The way he sounded so much like Prince, his moves.  For me one of the things about Prince is, if you are doing Prince, the guitar has to sing too.  Not just be an instrument in the song, but actually be at par with the singer and Bruno did that justice.  His guitar was OFF THE HOOK.

That solo had me squealing like a teenager.

Of course, when I watched this the second time (which was back to back because of course) my brain did it’s usual and then I had so many questions.   Who’s idea was that they dressed like Prince?  Because I would LOVE to see a clip of Pedrito going “you know what we need to do right?  We need to dress like Prince.”  I imagine him all smug after that.

And then the drums had an actual drum part from Prince’s drummer and I’m assuming that’s THE guitar, so where was the security for those things?  Because I mean, that’s historic stuff, someone better be sure it’s safe.

When is the recording of this going to be available?

I talked more about this in my Instagram Story, if you want to hear me.

Have a great Monday peeps!  Rock it in a purple kind of happy.

I Remember:  Blowing a kiss on the phone

I perfectly remember the very bright day I called his cell phone while walking towards my work building. I waited impatiently for him to pick up.  It didn’t rang more than twice.
When he picked up, I started blowing kisses.

He said, laughing;  “do you see why I’m head over heels for you?  You do this things and I keep falling in love with you.”

And I laughed that laugh that you have when your heart is bursting with joy.  My bubbly, tender giving self that was so afraid of heartbreak, it kept shielding itself with silence.

My brain immediately mixes this memory with the one where I called him to ask him to be my Valentine, in the innocent, literal way a third grader asks a friend, and he refused to answer yes.  “I don’t want things to get misunderstood”, he said, while we held one of the most complicated relationships I’ve ever known of.  I just wanted to have a Valentine.

The weight of the four times he did broke my heart – and the way he managed to make each more painful than the other – still falls on the cloud of those memories.

I wonder vaguely if I had said something or done something different… then again, if he had been mine, he would’ve never left.  Four times.
Related: Dragon

Tuesdays of Texture | Week 6 of 2017

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Went on a tiny hike on the weekend. It was supposed to be a bike excursion but, bikes were not permitted (and it was trip to get there, mind you) so we made it into a hike trip and pretended to be PJ Masks in the forest because that is the correct way to hike, I think.

We fought orange lava, imaginary crocodiles, dinosaurs (actual iguanas) and villain insects.

During snack time we were sitting in the car and I heard my mom gasp.  She pointed towards the trees were I just saw the fattest iguana I have seen to date.  I have a pic too but I’ll add it later because I left the camera in the car.  

 I stared at that thing until we got out of there, afraid that it would jump us for food.  Or for FUN.

Do check out last week’s participations, and thank you peeps for sharing your posts with us!

Dancing Mondays: Marley tribute with Rihanna, Bruno and Sting

Dancing Mondays almost didn’t went up today because the car woke up with no battery (left a light turned on inside accidentally).  Some things were done a little later than planned, BUT, it’s a bright day!

Bob Marley’s birthday. I have written about him several times before, so keeping it brief.  And look, Pedrito is there!  Being absolutely awesome as per usual.

 

Have a great week peeps.

Tuesdays of Texture | Week 5 of 2017

Tuesdays of Texture is a really awesome weekly feature.  You can read about it over here; but the short version is I want to see a bit of your world so link up your post in the comments!

Broken windshield.

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Last week I broke the frontal windshield of our car (SUV, but I call everything car) hitting a branch on the way to school.

I wanted to stick contact paper or whatever fixer on it but ex-manfriend helped me with the cost and it got fixed. Turns out it will keep breaking, whatever you do to it.

Fixed.

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Last week’s participations were very colorful, do check them out and THANKS to all participations!  Some people have mentioned Tuesdays of Texture has grown, and I dearly thank every single one of you who share a bit of your world with me.

 

Dancing Mondays: Calle San Sebastian Edition

I was talking to someone from Kentucky a few days back.  It was a rough conversation, he was trying to justify a lot of things that are happening in politics these days and I was trying to be respectful and polite despite the fact.

I mentioned, in an attempt to lighten up the mood that our Christmas Holidays just ended last weekend on the twenty second, with the closing of the Fiestas de la Calle San Sebastian in Old San Juan.

We have the longest holidays in the world because we tied up all the holidays around Christmas and where like “it’s all related!”  If we could we would’ve kept it going until Valentine’s day.  So the fiestas?  Is something like this:

I found this clip this week of this queen dancing and … MONDAY BOOM!

 

If you notice a lot of African culture in that scene and are wondering whaaaaa, I’ll note for those who might not know, that Puerto Ricans are a delicious mix of taíno (indian natives), Spaniards and Africans.  

Side note:  it took me many years – well into my collegehood- to come to terms with the fact that in us, there’s both the slaver and the slave. The exterminator and the exterminated. I don’t feel they reside inside me together, a neat ball of coexistence.  I feel them compartamentalized, but I accept that.  The fact that my Spaniard heritage is very linear and my particular ancestors actually defended Puerto Rican rights – and where persecuted for it- in their time helped me to feel more peace. 

African culture is very much within us.  Our music, our food, our language.   No matter how fair the skin, how light the eyes (and we come in all the shades of the world), we all carry African  in us and we can feel that beat in our hearts.

I thought a lot about all this during the weekend.  Oh, how my heart ached during the weekend.  

This is my try on a pick up.  I hope you enjoy the flavor of the celebration in the feet of that woman.  I hope you also feel the rebellious winds of her skirt.  The soul of her story, a strong beat that couldn’t be tamed by the master. The persistence that makes it possible for us to see today the steps of our ancestors dancing in her feet. 

It makes me smile with hope. 

And in case you want to see a bit more:

 

Have a great Monday peeps!