¡Ándale, mija!

I’m off to California in two days and can’t help but listen to the music that reminds me of home. The song on repeat this morning was “Paso del Norte” by La Original Banda El Limón De Salvador Lizárraga.

The tuba, the trombone, the tambora and timbales all come together in an expression of joy Mexicans call tamborazo. I used to despise banda, but something about it now enlivens me to the point of giddiness. I know it’s because it reminds me of my dad.

Since what I listen to reflects what I’m feeling, this song definitely encapsulates my excitement. I’m ready to be in California and see my parents once again.

Other songs on repeat this week are “Amor Eterno” by Guan Gabriel and “La Ley del Monte” by Vicente Fernández.

When life gives you socks…

Just a seat away from me, I noticed a woman silently reading a copy of The New Yorker on the train. I, in turn, opened up my backpack and pulled out my own copy featuring this week’s cartoon caption contest.

I looked over at her and hesitated. “Do I ask her?” I asked myself.

In the moment’s silence, I decided to go for it. “Excuse me?” I interrupted, “Can I get your opinion on something? What do you think of these cartoon captions?”

She laughed and replied, “Oh, so you’re the person who does these!”

I laughed and went on to show her what I had come up with. Many of them were standard, like the mention of regret or forgetting to pick up clothes from the cleaners.

But the two that I liked the most were about the dog in the background and the mention of the man’s socks.

She pointed out that, although the one about the dog was funny, the sock caption made more sense since the woman seems to be reacting to something the man is saying.

“His level of cluelessness,” she said and broke out in laughter. I couldn’t help but join her.

She was right. The man pointing out his socks as opposed to the rest of his wardrobe made it all the more humorous.

You’ve been warned

Looking through my bank statement, I saw an uncanny $120 be withdrawn from my bank account.

I looked into it. The culprit? The New Yorker.

I never cancelled my discounted subscription, knowing full well this time would come. Despite my mental notes to cancel and despite my calendar reminders, I ignored it, turned away.

And so, I sit here, laughing and crying with fists in the air, looking up at the sky asking, “Why, God? Why?!”

But it was me.

And now, with $120 less in my account, I count the ways in which I could have spent this money: new running shoes, books, maybe even some cool new socks. Anything but a subscription.

And so, for this next year, I will be receiving The New Yorker in the mail. Technically, it’s not a bad thing. I’ll have more material to work with and many more cartoons to look at.

But it cost me. It cost me a pretty penny.

So, with that said, be wary of lingering subscriptions.

It’s Maine, man…

I have yet to write any of them down, but I have stories to share from my time in Portland, Maine this weekend.

It was a trip of several firsts — first time riding the Amtrak on the East Coast. First time staying at a hostel. First time taking a pickleback shot. And many more.

I’ll be posting these stories, or at least some adaptation of them, soon.

The corner where I catnapped before heading back to Boston.

It’s been foggy

So, I know it’s been a week since I said I was going to be posting “every other day,” and I have yet to do so.

It’s been hard, this week. I’ve been foggy and unsure as to why I can’t seem to prioritize the things I want (and know I need) to do that keep me going.

It might be the weather. It might be me. But it might, in fact, be both.

I’m sad to see how distracted I get, to recognize how cluttered my mind is and not know what to do with it. And I freeze.

Where do you begin when it seems like it’s too much to start? When the answer is not easy?

This morning’s thoughts.

Know thyself

Here are a couple of things about me that I’ve learned in these last two years that, for the most part, are true:

  1. Whenever I say that I’m “trying” to do something (i.e. trying to eat healthier), it actually means I’m just thinking about the idea, not actually doing it.
  2. However, whenever I say that I’m “thinking about” doing something (i.e. thinking about joining a gym), it actually means I’ve made up my mind to do so but have yet to implement it.

It’s confusing, I know, but this is how I roll.

With that said, I’ve been trying to come up with a weekly system for sharing things on my blog and have been thinking about creating a basic daily schedule for my creative projects.

In other words, I have yet to figure out how often I’m going to be sharing and the time of day when I’ll be sharing them.

As of now, I have the tendency to write toward the end of the day, but (as you might have guessed) it tends to interfere with my sleep schedule. And although it would be ideal to wake up and immediately start writing, it’s not realistic.

So, all that is to say that I’m going to be posting at least every other day in order to keep sharing and keep work flowing. I had yet to be clear about it and thought now would be the opportune time.

All I know is, there’s a lot to write about.

I love you, MA

I submitted this caption yesterday for the Weekly New Yorker cartoon caption contest.

Although very regionally specific, it’s a homage to New England. The farm-to-table experience of Western Mass and the ever present slush in the winter make for a very familiar scene.

Bay Staters, I appreciate you. MA, I love you.