Eclectic. Eccentric.

Tuesday, December 28, 2010



I went out to lunch my manager, she not only told me I have been doing well, but that the girl who works in Corporate Communications (PR) has been trying to steal me away from her and wants me to write some press releases.

She told me that she isn’t ready to share me yet. But she did say that I’m a great writer and will be letting me write whole stories soon for the site, some copywriting and that in some down-time she would share. I'll get to be doing both Marketing and PR!

Then she started asking where would I live if I could live anywhere. She explained that every 6 months when you are full-time and get a review they ask you if you want to work abroad in another office! Australia, Canada, London.. These were the first ones that came to mind. She told me that Canada has its own marketing team so I would be a good fit. They even help with relocation costs and immigration costs. I would love to live in VAN.

Then she started talking about all these places I should check out in the area “if I’m still here,” which made me worry- but she still said I’m a hot commodity and everyone likes me. These mixed messages are killing me!


*le faint*

Wednesday, December 22, 2010

Happy Holidays!

Love and happiness to all of you this holiday season. Be it for the solstice, Christmas, Eid, Hanukkah or just for the sake of good ol' commercialism.


Monday, December 20, 2010

Tuesday, December 14, 2010

The Life and Death of American Journalism

"This crowd will be certain to oppose reform, and distort the issues beyond recognition, because ignorance is their best friend- and because they make a lot of money spinning scary stories of blood-sucking taxmen, deadly Canadian healthcare and moderate Republicanism."- The Life and Death of American Journalism

Perfect quote that sums up the malicious nature of the conglomerates that are running real news media six-feet-under. Clear channel, Disney, Tribune... All  of these have their hands in so many honey pots and control the airwaves, television content and what goes to print. If you listen to the majority of what is broadcast, written, etc. there is an undeniable pattern of trash. Even NPR. They are sponsored by Monsanto, Walmart and Pfizer. 

Another good quote: "Never before have we had so many tools to learn and communicate- yet the art of talking, listening and ascertaining the truth seems more elusive than ever in this Internet and cable age, lost in a bitter stream of blather and misinformation." Maureen Dowd

In better news, I did hear how there has been a big push for more community-run radio stations to come back on-air. Of course, the special interest groups (such as some I listed above) are not thrilled with this prospect but if things do move forward and subsidies do start happening for radio, we can only hope it trickles down to print. The integrity of what we depend on for facts and for what is happening in the world depends on it.

Regardless, it is essential to remain critical. Stay abreast of the poisonous influences of these corporate devils.

With extra love and dissent,

Monday, December 13, 2010

Auditory Lust

I would like nothing more but to be in a dark space, with walls of sound permeating my skull. Abundances of distortion, fuzz, ethereal guitar loops, DRONING and general cacophony are vastly overdue. I just want to be taken to my happy place. Somewhere between my pineal gland and last night's nightmares would be great, thanks!

It has been far too long since I have been to a show that rocks the teeth out of my skull.

I want to feel every cell in my body vibrate.

Continuous chills traveling the landscape of my spine like a CESSNA gliding over the shifting surfaces of a rugged scene.

An oratory experience.

I have been consumed with dredging along in the monotony of everyday life.

I need to escape.

Take me away.


Insects and Angels

Look for me in this issue of Insects and Angels Magazine with the lovely, twisted Dr. Mangor.

I am in one of his shots they featured.


Saturday, December 11, 2010

¡El Pueblo Unido, Jamás Será Vencido!

"The people united, will never be defeated!"

Tension building like a coil about to spring.
Proverbial spasms riddle collective consciousness.
Something just isn't right.
Nightmares every night,
Waking up drenched in acrid sweat.
With a heavy heart,
Sighing in poignant unison.
Leaders come and gone.
Ephemeral memories of empowerment held in our hands,
Now it's time to speak.
Si se puede!
She's ready.
Ready to shake us off like a case of bad fleas.
There are those of us who can sing,
Who can feel,
Who know.
Time is of the essence.
Sands slipping between the unforgiving fingers of time.
This isn't a game.
Chilling grip encroaches upon delicate, succulently vascular cavernous lungs.
Bags filled with arbitrary gasses, flesh and blood.
Unsuspecting with each capricious breath.
Chemical exchanges between paper-thin tissues.
Pink with of red and blue tinges- like a ruby or a rose petal,
So perfect you could just...
Tear it up.

Balarama Heller

Technicolor Paints Prismatic Ballet

I started working at Technicolor in their Worldwide Marketing and Branding department as of a couple weeks ago and it has been a great experience so far.

I had the opportunity to help edit, write the blurb and title the front page article on this past week and it just went up yesterday.

It is a piece on Aronofsky's, Black Swan. 

Check it out here!

My team liked my input and has since said that they see me getting my feet wet in copywriting. I don't mind whatsoever. I let my manager know how much of a treat it was for me to have this project given to me and let her know to not hesitate anytime she has any writing or editing project to send my way.

William S. Burroughs was a copywriter before he went on to write his novels, after all :)

Wednesday, December 8, 2010

All I Want for Christmas is a Xoloitzcuintli

These are one of the most ancient dog breeds on record. They gave the Aztec's companionship. They were though to have healing powers... but also would be sacrificed sometimes. In some parts of rural Mexico their meat is still eaten due to the belief that it contains healing powers, Can't say I'm on board for that part, but nonetheless. A Xolo!

Xolo's are said to not be susceptible to disease due to their rich gene pool and have an incredible temperament. Loyal, lapdogs, moderately active, obedient, very intelligent, good with kids, and protective (something that I would look for in a dog).

I find them to have a regal appearance and actually prefer the hairless variety. Normally I don't care for hairless animals, so that's a change. 

I like that they are solid like a pit bull without being too stocky. Xolo's still have the graceful necks of a hound and a nicely shaped head.

If only, if only. 

Can't have a dog where I'm at right now. Maybe in a few years. I'll just have to hang tight until then.


Saturday, December 4, 2010

Growing Out Your Hair Really Can Be a Bitch

An uncommonly trite post about girly things is warranted time and again, right?

So, I am in the middle of the painful process of growing out my hair. I have been on this journey for the past year (as of February).  Attempts to do this before ever since I hacked off all of my locks into a crop in '08 have been with no avail. Seeing that I am of the curly variety of our diverse species, this process is much longer then preferred then that of the fine, straight haired breeds. Not an expedient process in the least.

Here's a short walk down memory lane. Pun intended.


My hair was down to my mid-back and was like a lion's mane. That was it's nickname in fact, my "mane." It really personified my personality well and was a good juxtaposition to my diminutive stature. 

Then I had the impulse to chop it all off. So I did. I don't regret it, but man, it is a PROCESS. Observe.

2008 when I had a boy cut. This is actually my boyfriend Chrix and I's first date (sort of) on Catalina Island!

2009: A year later to my bob phase...

And into February of this year, 2010 which was the last time I cut my hair. I shaved the sides of my head too. I loved having them shaved, honestly. Chrix hated it, but I was obsessed. I think once I reach my goal length I will probably shave them again.

Present day. This is the longest my hair has been in almost three years. It's crazy to think about but it will definitely make me think twice before I hack everything off again. I wouldn't mind going back to a sculpted, rounded bob, EVENTUALLY. But as of now, I am on the daunting, arduous road to getting back to where I was circa 2007. Once there, I will be chilling with the length for a while.

Anyway, now that I am feeling an immense sense of guilt for spending half an hour of my time writing about my god damned hair, I'm going to go back to being a news hound or look up some inspiring material.


With love and dissent,