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Would you look at this.
I already love Starck; everything he designs is so glossy and smooth and silvery.
This time he came up with such beautiness.
Now, I'm not a motorcycle fan. I was born with such "accident-proneitis" that jumping on a bike would push my disgrace odds to 100%, so I mostly posted this because of how hot it looks... And mostly-mostly because of the sexiness of its name: the Voxan Café Racer Super Naked by Philippe Starck. I swear.
Vrrooom
Weather, today, in the beautiful city of Chicago... feels like -28ºC!!
My mother, the saint.
Here's the skinny. (I hate it when people refer to information as "the skinny")
- 12 Cans of the inexistent-in-the-US Coca Cola Light
- 1 Whole pack of mini Tajin bottles. So people can keep giving me weird looks when I eat in public places
- Hojarascas (the Mexican "sugar cookies") and gorditas made by my grandma. Total count: 30 hojarascas & 30 gorditas. Total count 3 days later: zero hojarascas & zero gorditas
- 1 Health insurance information sheet "inconspicuously" sent by my dad
- 4 "Soda de Manzana" bottles
- 1 Pack of va-jay-jay ladies medicine hahaha
- The actual bag of gorditas
- 2 home-made scarfs + 1 Hello Kitty candy box
- 1 Gift bag with a card that said "To Gaby" ...aka my other sister, thanks
Awww I miss my other home.
So last night I volunteered at the Alliance Française because turns out if you give the French some of your time, they'll instruct (and feed) you for free.
"Alors", yesterday there was a French cooking class-movie screening event so I stayed after class and this is what happened:
5:30pm
I showed up at the organizer's office, Xavier (za-VYAY for the "French impaired") where he points me to my first assignment: Cutting bread. WITH KNIVES. Gulp.
I said Ok ("Volontiers, Xavier") while a crazy twitchy feeling started developing in my left eye.
Hey, I'm no quitter, quitting cutting things is for girls! So I swallowed all my screaming instincts and began cutting the damned bread while unsuccessfully trying to remember all the ways I knew to ask for help in French. Stressing moments.
5:45pm
I finished the life-threatening bread-cutting task and moved to the main room to welcome the peeps and help out with drinks. French heaven. My specialty: champagne, merci beaucoup.
6:15pm
While movie times...
Jocelyn- Est-ce que je peux faire quelque chose pendant les "peeps" regardent le film? (Can I do something while the peeps watch the movie?)
Xavier- Oui, allons à la cuisine. Vous pouvez m'aider là-bas. ("Oui", let's go to the kitchen. You can help me there")
Jocelyn- [Gulp again. Tu plaisantes?! (Are you kidding?!)] Ok
Xavier- Alors... ici vouz avez du fromage, du pain et des fruits qu'on va occuper... (So... here you have some cheese, bread and fruit that we're going to need...)
Jocelyn- [Double gulp] ...
Xavier- ...Et ici vous avez le tiroir des couteaux (...And in here you have the knifes drawer)Jocelyn- [Gulp Gulp Gulp]
6:45pm-10:00pm
I helped to cook, learned a couple new tricks (tricks not to get burned, of course; not cooking tricks) and successfully made my first cheese soufflé.
10:30pm
All done and done! Nutella was eaten, soufflé was devoured, wine was solemnly absorbed, mini-muffins were packed into our backpacks, and I got ready to catch the EL.
I went out after saying Au revoir to my super cool new friend Nicole; my ipod's earphones froze because it was -23ºC outside and I couldn't feel my nose for 45 mins, but I had fun.
Oh, I also signed up to do it again next Thursday. J'adore.
PS. I forgot! So... the last thing I did before leaving?? Washed all the knives jijijiji :)
Day 2 on my first ever all-American internship. Still excited.
So today while using a PC at "work" I somehow ended up in Microsoft Visual Earth and I found this ama-za-zing shot of The Sweetness probably from about 3 years ago.
That's the building where I live, that's an ex-garbage dump where the parking lot is now... and there is Andy's Tires next to us, stronger now than ever!
Ok I have to go, Monday carpal tunnel is kicking in and I haven't even studied French today. Bonne nuit.
PS. Bancomer SUCKS.
Gracias al Yorch por continuar la lista.
Ahora si tan solo pudiera convencerme que hacer pipí en la regadera es mal visto. Ya somos dos!! jojojoj
PLACERES SIMPLES
Hay de placeres a placeres, y los que se disfrutan mas son los placeres simples de la vida, mencionando algunos he aqui una lista que quiza muchos disfrutamos, otros no tanto y unos que pues cada quien obtiene placer con lo que quiere...
1. La mas clasica de todas, LA MANO EN EL ARROZ, por favor no me digan que no disfrutan accion.
2. El olor a la grusura de la carne quemadita.
3. Bañarse despues de un campamento.
4. El caldito de la maruchan calientito con limon y chilito piquin o valentina.
5. Ver como se "fabrica" un algodon de azucar.
6. Comer un algodon de azucar.
7. Admirar como el aceite con el agua no se mezclan.
8. El olor a tierra mojada.
9. El olor a pasto recien cortado.
10. Sacar la mano por la ventana del auto y jugar con el viento.
11. La pulpa de el jugo de naranja.
12. Este no me gusta pero se me dijo: Mojar una tutsi en un vaso de agua mientars se "chupa".
13. El queso de la pizza.
14. Tocar el cabello masculino recien cortado por la parte de atras (Aclaro solo toco el mio y el de mis hijos, pero mi mujer dice eso)
15. Las fresas del pastel.
16. Encontrar el estacionamiento que tu quieres donde sea.
17. Encontrar dinero en la bolsa de tu pantalon.
18. Orinar despues de una larga angustia de retencion.
19. Miar en la regadera jajajaja, que naco.
20. Descansar en una hamaca.
21. Ver reir a un bebe.
22. Soplarle a un Diente de Leon y ver las semillas planear.
23. El primer bocado de tu comida favorita.
24. El primer dia que te pones unos converse nuevos. (No quieres que se te ensucien, al segundo los quieres todos sucios y viejos).
25. Exprimirte un barro feo jejeje.
26. Resistol en la palma de la mano y hacer copia de tu huella.
Por esto y porque el GOV nomás no me quiere, yo mejor ya me quiero ir.
favorite smells:
coconut, chocolate, banana smoothies, coffee, cologne
favorite sounds:
real laughter, a live concert, people with accents, guitars
favorite things to touch:
silk, skin, warm laundry, flour
favorite sights:
the color pink, jason's face, big cities at night, colorful cupcakes, kittens
favorite tastes:
chocolate, pasta, frosting, coca cola vanilla
Jocelyn, running with scissors since 1982
hehhe
This is the season of making lists, but if you know me, you know that such season lasts the whole year... so to honor my ridiculous and compulsive need to make lists may I present...
The Jossbot list of awesome events and happenings 2007
1. I turned 25 (which is 30, which is 50, which is blahh)
2. I accomplished my goal of moving out of my parent's house by the time I turned 25
3. Not only did I move out of my parent's house, I moved to another country.
4. I sold my (first) car
5. I finally learned French
6. I learned how to bake (and managed to burn a potato and a microwave at the same time)
7. I saw snow
8. I moved in with a boy jojojoj
9. I cut myself (badly) on a finger (cof cof- again) and I didn't go to a hospital
10. I fought the United States Citizen and Immigration Services
11. I learned how to cut my own hair
12. I celebrated all the Jewish and Mexican holidays
13. I bought and returned almost USD$2,000 in clothes just for fun
Also, and since my psychic is way too far to pay her a visit, I decided that this year I'll be my own oracle. I hereby present...
The Jossbot list of wishes and premonitions 2008
1. I'll get that *&^%$$ business visa
2. I'll get Bright Bright Great up and running
3. I'll cook a whole meal without burning anything
4. I'll have a pet
5. I'll rule in French and master English. But mostly French, because that's the sexiest
6. I'll go to Mexico
7. I'll hike in Mexico
8. I'll be safe hiking in Mexico
9. Also, I'll have one of those deers from Dundee Rd
Making Freud proud at: jossbot [at] hotmail [dot] com
Qué pasó con Monterrey after-Forum? Y los que trabajaban en él? Y pior: los que rateaban dinero de ahí, ahora de dónde lo sacan?
Están todos de vacaciones en el planeta "Denial" ...o es como si nunca hubiera pasado?
Tiru-riru
Tiru-riru
La Dimensión Desconocida at: jossbot@hotmail.com
1. Que haya gueyes que te pongan la gasolina en las gasolineras (o gasolinerías, por qué no?)
2. Que esos mismos gueyes luego te hagan el feo por los $3 pesos de según-tú propina que les das
3. Los chocokrispis
4. El Sony Entertainment Television ajúa!
5. El Santa Claus que mi mamá pone todo Diciembre y Enero en el baño "de visitas"
6. 5 tacos + "coca de dieta" por $20 pesos
7. Que existan los piquetes de zancudos
8. Usar la palabra "zancudos"
9. El caldo de verduras de mi mamá para cuando tengo dolor de panza
10. El anuncio media-nochero de "tu marido trabaja con una mujer güera?..."
Ahhh méjico mágico. Aunque ahorita bien que no cambio mi nieve cochina citadina desparramada por todas partes y ensuciando mis jeans mientras voy caminito a la escuela :)
PD. Sí me cambié el pelo a "brunette". Y les debo las fotos porque aún me da miedo verme al espejo. Buenas noches (Bimbo) tengan todos ustedes.
The first thing that comes out on Google after typing "Mexique" hahahaha
PENI-CACTUS
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My favorite holiday is here! Well, this was supposed to be written on the 6th but you know these things... anyway, let's pretend it's Sunday and that Hillary hasn't cried on TV yet :)
January 6th is the "King's Cake" or "Magic King's Round Cake" or "The Mystical Colorful and Rainbow Brite Jesus Cake" Day (formerly known as Rosca de Reyes au Mexique) and what makes it so special is the fact that Tiny Baby Jesus (playing with his tiny Baby Einstein) never picks to be in my part of the cake ...until now!
The tradition goes like this: you buy one of these once-in-a-year cakes, you go home and make hot chocolate, you spend the whole day calling the family and wondering whether someone will be nice enough not to tell you to eff-yourself-I'm-not-going-anywhere on this amazing day... until some Baby Jesus miracle happens and everyone gets finally together to cut the cake... the trick is, just like SINS, tiny baby Jesus-es are hidden all over the cake and you have to stay away from them (although technically to get them is synonym of good luck but it's more amusing the other way). Plus, the reason we stay away from them is because whoever gets them, has to throw a party for everyone on Feb 2nd (another Holiday, this one about "tamales" woohoo!).
Anyway, that's the story... what happened this time was awesome: So I've been cutting the cake for like 20 years and I had never gotten the damn baby and even though I was saved from buying tamales for everyone, I always felt a little bad because I mean, if Jesus is not picking my part of the cake it means I must've done something evil, right? Well, this year I must've been really good (or maybe they were just looking somewhere else) because I got both of the babies from the cake!! Wooo I'm waiting for a great double-blessed year.
Here are some pictures, I'll spare the details so you can just enjoy the amazingness of the moment. If you have time (and no decency), check out the weird "baby bottom" on the little kid... Biblical porn!! jijiji
PS. The knife in the last picture has a scary reflection of The Boyfriend. I wonder if that's a premonition of some kind...
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This week the real question comes down to: Do redheads have more fun?
We shall find out since I'm doing my hair again but I'm going brunette this time. Oh god.
I opened my little heart and told Jason The Boyfriend that all I really wanted was not to look average hahha ohh girls!
Wait for the pictures.
Blonds suck at: jossbot [at] hotmail [dot] com
... or Chicles En El Pelo™
ONE
So, the stupid government decided to finally put down the eggnog and communicate with us: "Need Further Information" it said. Ohhhh, merde!
I don't even know what my true feelings are on this one yet. I'm trying really hard not to fall into temptation and lose it, so the provisional thought will be "More to come".
TWO
The bright bright great State of Illinois went smoke-free on Jan 1st.
Now instead of breathing smoke in indoor places, we'll breathe smoke while walking on Michigan Avenue... Ok wait, I'm being a party-pooper on this one, this is actually ama-za-zing.
THREE
On Wednesday I happened to look at my crazy Frankenstein finger (since most of the time I try to avoid it because it reminds me of the good outdoor times) and I discovered this huge bruise-bump-like thing. (Aw my baby, I shall now know you by the almost-dirty name of "The Finger Thing")
It looks like like my quite-dead nerves had a crazy party and didn't know what to do with the garbage at the end. Seriously. And the best part is that it's Saturday and it's still there! Plus, my dad just e-mailed saying his health insurance JUST discovered I'm not 22 anymore so they kicked me out of the family plan. Poops.
There's nothing like being an illegal alien with no job, no means to get a legal job, no health insurance, a living bump on its operated finger, and an unstoppable necessity to whine about everything that goes wrong :)
So, hows the new year treating you all?
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