Thursday, March 30, 2006

I really really [REALLY] Dislike...

When [at social gatherings] the table behind you is talking all this shit about you.
...and half of those people either don't know you or barely know you.
...and they judge you according to what the stupid gossiping bitches say.
That makes you not only the bitche's accomplice, but narrow minded.

I have learned to not always believe what people say about others, ESPECIALLY when I do not know the person being trashed.

It's just not right.

Michael Brewer's illustration to the right just explains it perfectly without words. People are so blind to believing shit talk, that they just give you ugly looks.

...and you know that they're being idiots.

Last week, I went to an anniversary party, only to experience the worst kind of treatment.

SHIT TALK! UGH! Speak of the Evil Eye, my poor soon-to-be sister-in-law and I had to endure horrific glares from the table behind ours.

Unfortunately, I was consumed with hatred and discomfort, and that did not make sis feel any better.

I feel really awful for that, but UGH!

I just want to say Fuck all of you who had to steep so low as to give ME and my gorgeous sister-in-law fuckugly glares!!!

[I would be angrier...but it just does not look write in print]

Until then, The Gomez is out- and don't talk shit!

Wednesday, March 29, 2006


My grandmother leaves for Mexico at midnight. I love her so so so so much. However...


She gave me twenty bucks to buy chocolatito[chocolate for all ya'll non-Spanish speakers].

Until then, The Gomez is out.

Sketch Epiphany

Take one excruciantingly boring class. I have a pen, and MANY an opinion. What do I do? I sketch, of course. I have been doing it for more than a decade [haha, I can say that now] and habits die hard. Sketching got me in trouble all throughout my elementary school years, when I heavily relied on the power of imagination and one good pen. That would not smudge. Of course those pens were hard to come by, but I did not quit sketching. Eventually, the sketches got better, and I transitioned to more realistic drawings...from there, I found myself in an arts high school where I had the amazing chance to perfect my technique.
Years later, I found myself sketching away on my magnificent advertising notebook....not realizing how long I have been sketching. In times of sadness, happiness, retrospect, or just plain normalcy- I relied upon my hands to deliver images that I imagined.
Be it an anti-fast food campaign or an obsession with a Japanese juice-drink mascot, I pledge to have my sketchbook ready and plentiful of fresh drawings for the World to see.
I wonder if they're ready.
I'm ready.
I love how I can not work blogger to organize my pictures in a good, consistent manner.
Ay, tecnologia.

Tuesday, March 28, 2006

NO, I don't think so.

As far as my art conscious goes- this is the last straw. I can see how anything can just become art, [as has been the idea for the past decade] but this is ridiculous. A pregnant Britney Spears giving birth on a bear rug is NOT art. It does not really resemble Mrs. Federline [which is the least of my concerns] and well... who would waste their talent on someone who lacks it??? Ironically, this piece is pro-life, and people already construed ultra-opinionated remarks about this piece.
Hell, I don't have the picture of the fucking sculpture. Google it.

Love it or Hate it, I've decided to place myself on the latter party.

What a disgrace to artists.

Until then, The Gomez is out.

V for Victory, not Vendetta.

The protests and walk outs were a success. Thank you to the hundreds of thousands of people for rallying for what could have been a disastrous bill. Late last night, a group of senators passed legislation that would give undocumented immigrants an opportunity to access a legal citizenship.
This is huge.
We are talking about millions of immigrants--they will finally have a chance to raise [not only their native country's flag, but also...] the American flag in pride.
You can find the rest of the article here.

However, this does not mean that the war is over. This is just one small battle we have overcome.
Hang on you guys, people will fight desperately to keep us away from this country.

Until then, The Gomez is out.

Monday, March 27, 2006

It is nationwide.

In the wake of Sensenbrenner's [R-WI] wrath, I am amazed at the power of people to unite for a cause, and raise awareness under one voice. I am talking about the nationwide opposition to Senate Bill HR 4437, meant to implement severe punishments upon undocumented immigrants. Called the Border Protection, Antiterrorism, and Illegal Immigration Control Act of 2005, this bill has nothing to do with anti-terrorism- this is a race issue. An unsparing Sensenbrenner passionately [and fearlessly] dictates on his opposition to immigrants- mind you, this country was founded on IMMIGRANTS. His ancestors are most likely not natives of the United States. I have said this once, and I will say this once again:

If immigrants of times past had the right to start their life anew, don't the immigrants of this generation have an equal opportunity?

According to Sensenbrenner, Jim Gilchrist, and his fascist Minutemen organization, immigrants have no rights nor a voice.

Despite his crumbling approval rating, PreZ Bush finally succumbed to the fact that, YES, undocumented peoples do take jobs that Americans will just not do and that immigrants are a valuable source for the American economy [finally, something smart]. He continued to say that he plans to grant working visas to undocumented immigrants. However, I do find one blistering fault in his new proposal. These 6-year working visas are in no way helpful towards accessing a residency. This is ridiculous. How can you be offering jobs but distancing your very own "employees"?! That is unethical and imposes a great amount of exploitation on undocumented workers. You wouldn't want to post a sign saying "Help Wanted/Back OFF!" at the same, right?
Well PreZ, you better think of a better solution.

Back to the nationwide protests, it brought a tear to my eye that so many people supported the rights of immigrants. These people are fighting for their families, employees, and classmates. The activists certainly do not want their loved ones and friends to leave this country due to a preposterous bill in a coned, white-cloth mask. HR 4437 is fueled by the blood of racist politicians who have nothing better to do than implement fear on those who know no better, which is why I was so relieved to know that so many vehemently oppose this bill. Cities all over rallied to city halls, the media provided little media coverage, and schools walked out [knowing that they faced truancies, multiple-day suspensions, and even losing graduation privileges!] Students walked out of their schools, jumped fences, held their country's flags, walked 20+ miles to Los Angeles, and even walked on the freeways! [highways for everyone else in the U.S.]Out here in Orange County, a boy from Santa Ana was killed [got run over]. His conviction to stand for rights not-quite available cost him his life and God Bless his soul for the power to voice out is amazing.
You know that you yourself know someone who is undocumented. I bet he/she is not a bad person- do they not deserve the same rights and privileges as you?

I'd like to thank the cities all over for this victory in Unity.
Until then, The Gomez is out.

Sunday, March 26, 2006

Do Not Watch.

Oh my Gosh, do NOT watch "The Hills have Eyes"

It is so incredibly stupid.

...and predictable.

The bloody scenes were somewhat worthwhile...but not enough when my student-discount-eight-dollars-and-fifty-cents comes into account.

I have not been blogging much lately, and I must apologize- I have been studying for know how that is.

Until then, The Gomez is out.

oh, and I promise better entries for the future.

Friday, March 17, 2006

Wednesday, March 15, 2006

To Intervene with Ancient Cultural Functions.

...and once again:
Culture/Parental Presure- 1
Americanism/Rebellion- 0
In what way you ask?
Well, I was talking to my best friend Michi, and she had shocking news.
Her older sister agreed to have an arranged marriage. Her older, will-not-shave-because-she's-a-feminist-pink-converse-wearing-elastica-hearing-must-not-fall-into-typical-northern-Indian-culture sister. This boisterous, rude, [to her sister]outspoken, but clever woman decided to give in to her parent's desires and go along with an arranged marriage.
This turn of events put Michi into a wary state of awareness- her sister had been pressured for years on end to get married- year after year, "You are getting too old to find a suitable husband."
Michi is next on the list of Bachelorettes.
Too bad that she has a [non-Indian] boyfriend, and she has no plans to marry any time soon. AT ALL. In fact, I truly hope her current boyfriend is "the one." He is just perfect for her, they share the same values and he is so fucking cute. Two peas in a pod.
I know that as a student all for cultural preservation, I would encourage Michi to stick to her cultural roots[and her parent's best interests]. However, Michi is an American-and she is well-assimilated into this society that an arranged marriage simply does not make sense. She is too much of a dreamer, dependent of love- so much so that forcing love upon a man who I know she will not find attractive [in any aspect] would crush her emotionally. A Sikh would probably look at me as if I were crazy- but I must argue that the functions of an Indian arranged marriage do not [and will not] suit Michi in any form, and as her best friend, I am partially responsible for her well-being- so all I've got to say is that she is free to marry whomever she wants.
I just hope that she does not feel pressured into the same trap that her sister swore not to fall in years ago.

Sunday, March 12, 2006

So, Please.

Help the current victims of Hurricane Katrina. Once and again, we are presented with FEMA's [and ultimately, Bush's] incompetence in dealing with natural disasters in our own country. I strongly feel that a country's way of managing the well being of its citizens nationally mirrors the country's ways to protect its citizens from abroad. In this, I mean the war in Iraq, founded on fallacies and a crumbling idea: oil. I came up upon a website, Color of Change, and I was amazed at what people can do in a time of disaster. It has been 6 (+) months since Katrina, and all I ever hear/read/see is people suffering.

We must not let this continue.

So once again, check Color of Change

Until then, The Gomez is out.

Wednesday, March 8, 2006


{Son Risa-S2, 2006. Digital.}
I am still kinda sad. I mean, liking someone you barely met, but they made such an impact on you. It is a beautiful feeling. Everything seems right, and ah....Your lungs fill up with air, the adrenaline's pumping, and you feel like screaming:
It's those kinds of days that I live for. I've never had the opportunity to yell something like that, but I would have been nice. I should just wait this out....but he is so a-m-a-z-i-n-g.
I should look for his faults- and i can already rule out I can start from there. just seems so difficult to do so when you have not developed feelings for anyone in a LONG time, so you see this opportunity, but it smacks you right back in the face.
I have my friends so that is all good.
Oh, because you won't understand the picture above--my friend took my picture, and I was laughing about his stupid jokes and he just happened to take the picture at the wrong time, but he captured the pure essence of my laughter.

Monday, March 6, 2006

Why Must the Birds Change their Tune?

Ah...Must I repeat my title? I hope not. To think that I went through all this planning, and now it's come to ruin. Okay, well not that terrible of an event, but I feel like my heart is crushed---somewhat.
My image posted on the right was taken last night. Titled, "Relief," I thought of the most beautiful, romantic things in life. I was relieved [and at the same time excited] that I found someone of interests, who shared my love of art. I had decided to take the reigns if I was going to start this relationship. I felt confident, fresh, in complete peace. Ah, relief.Yes.I will explain all these vague thoughts.
It began on the first day of Spring semester, and I was in one of my classes. My eyes fell upon this fellow, and at first I did not notice anything about him...except for his mouth. He had lovely lips- a beautiful, concentrated heart shape that I had never seen before. I look down, and oh my--- he was drawing. An artist! Wow. 2 kudos points for this guy. Haha. Anywho- I am veeery shy [being an artist, you know...] and it took me about 6 weeks for me to say anything to this guy. I've been talking to him for the past two weeks, and he seems amazing. So warm, with a great sense of humor, and a mesmerizing mouth. I am a sucker for mouths! Anyway, I was looking up museums- for I thought he would like to accompany me to a very ineteresting exhibit at MOCA [Museum of Contemporary Art] relating to Comic Book art from the mid-20th century. It would be a nice way to start a friendship, and maybe even more...
However, my plan came to ruin when it came to my class this Monday morning. I was in his group discussing a class project, when a guy blurts out some vague comment about models, and Tom* says, " know I'm single..." and I noticed that he was taking off this silver ring.
That was all it took. Not only is he not single, but I am pretty sure he is serious about her, considering the importance of the ring. Ay...
Seems that Mr. Right was not where I was looking.
...but- I could try and build a friendship from here.
You never know.
Until then, The Gomez is out.

Sunday, March 5, 2006

A Favorite.

[ Shostakovich, Dmitri. 1906-1975.]

One of my favorite composers all time, Dmitri Shostakovich's music always gives me goosebumps.


One of my favorite pieces, String Quartet No. 8 is one of the most autobiographical and touching pieces of this fascinating man. At the brink of suicide, this piece musically conveys the suffering of man. No. 8 also speaks against the terrors of war, for he lived to witness one of the worst tragedies in history, the rise of Nazi Germany.
However, he did manage to live to Germany's demise, but his music still reflects a pain so tangible, that many composers after him have difficulty to reproduce.

That is why Shostakovich's music is so beautiful and colorful, but at the same time inflicts such pain and suffering.

If you are dealing with a big break up, I definitely do not recomment No. 8. I'd rather have you wait.

Until then, The Gomez is out.

Saturday, March 4, 2006

Abuelita Linda.

Isn't she so beautiful?
At least I definitely think so. This is my grandmother, Pita. Of course, that is my nickname for her- and weeeelll....that name stuck ever since. This picture was taken at my sister's party earlier today.
I know she doesn't look her best [trust me, she's so gorgeous--too bad I did not inherit her beauty!] but that was the look I was looking for. The real Pita, wrinkles and all.
She has lived through so much- the death of a loving husband and a son my father considered as a best friend- and she is still standing today. She always comments on how she can't believe she is still living.
Sadly, she's been wanting to leave planet Earth.
Honestly, I don't know how I would react the day she will leave us. I'd rather not think about it.
Until then, The Gomez is out.

Presenting:Daniela's Birthday

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Wednesday, March 1, 2006

...of Yellow Haciendas and Orchids.

I had a dream...and no, a beautifully stated passage about an era where racial equality reigns will not follow.


Anywho-yes- I had a dream where my mother had arranged a party. I would be guessing it was for her church group, for they always have gatherings. It's such a cult!

The party took place in this energetic-looking, Spanish style hacienda mansion. It smelled of roses and dried chiles, a smell so exact that I was confused when I saw orchids and tangerine trees instead. The inside of the mansion was so beautiful- stained glass was everywhere, with a pattern of grapes and grapevines all over, and the walls were painted a beautiful, high saturated ochre color. I wore this amazing white, frilly dress that did not stain--even though I was rolling in the soft,green hills. This was truly a dream. I saw 8 foot tall Friesian horses galloping away in their independence. Majestic. Then my mother yells:


Ah, to hell with it.

So I explored the house, touched the antiquities, tried on the old-fashioned clothes. As I reveled in the pre-industrial fashions, I heard an extremely low, extremely sexy voice coming from one of the 36 (? just about) rooms. I kept following the voice, but I felt like I was going in circles. Finally, through weirdways and nowhere-ways, I found a man dressed in this blue, elegant costume. I am talking pre-California-mission style. He seemed to be from Elizabethan times, with the frilly (ah, frills frills frills) chest thingie, and gold buttons galore. He looked at me with such a gaze of grace, and i took a sigh of relief.

Poof! He was gone! I HAD to find this man!

I heard his voice, so I followed his voice...and once again- this way , that way, I was getting nowhere.
I open the creepiest looking door, and I thought I had found him but... my surprise, it was a dog made from those balloons [you know, the ones they make at parties?] and in an instant he was right in front of me, made a funny sound like: "Oogalaboogala"
and bada-bing bada-boom, he popped!

Fuck, I sure did wake up.

It was creepy!

Any dream interpreters know what a balloon animal with a sexy voice means/describes?

Until then, The Gomez is out.

LiKi. Yay! "Meow."

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