Dance it out

Dancing has been proven to release stress from an individual. At the communications department at school I felt I needed to get away from Web Editing for awhile.

Culture confusion

In my Anthropology class we have been learning a lot about cultures and how they celebrate events and overall just live. I have come to the conclusion that the United States of America is completely mixed up with everything except for maybe weddings. Why is it that we take so much time to plan a wedding, we put our very life into this one day where a man and woman are united, but don't want anything to do with death. Why is death such a sad moment filled with turmoil and despair? Death is the passing over into another place (if that is what you believe) no more pain or having to deal with the ridiculous world we live in. Almost every other culture within the world views death as something beautiful, something special. I talk to so many people who are afraid of living because they are going to die, they stop enjoying life. But we are not meant to live in fear, hiding behind the ever growing thought of possibly dying at that very moment. I wish that Americans would stop and see the beauty in everyday life as well as death itself. There is so much to appreciate in this huge and ever changing world! Just take a moment in the day to find something to smile about, the beauty of the sky, the spring flowers, the vast mountain range. Nature is the cure to fear, within the world we live are spectacular events and sights that can make a person completely forget about their worries. And if you don't have time to look outside and your one of the many popular "couch potatoes" then flip the channel to national geographic or the discovery channel. I'm telling you Plant Earth in HD....it will blow your mind.

What makes the news...

Have you noticed that the news on television is not actually news. It is almost unfathomable the type of information that will make the evening edition news program these days. Sometimes I get lucky and actually learn about something useful, such as the country's plan to fix the economic depravity or about whats going on in the rest of the world. Last night I turned on my television and the first thing to pop up on the news was "MICHAEL PHELPS CAUGHT SMOKING MARIJUANA OUT OF A BONG" oh good gracious no, he has committed an act 95% of Americans do daily, tisk tisk. So I decided to wait until "up next" which of course is not until the end of the the program, to see exactly what has caused such an uproar with this young Olympic athlete. After a long 55 minutes of seeing a car chase, how to get new botox, and what not to eat during your lunch break, which by the way without all this information I don't think I would have made it through my Wednesday, Phelps finally comes on my screen. Now I'm thinking it must have something to do with them taking away his medals for smoking an illegal drug during his meets, or someone is going to sue him for being a bad role model, not even close. The anchor comes on and says something to the effect of " Olympic superstar Michael Phepls caught smoking marijuana out of a bong, the young athlete says he regrets his youthful acts and promises it will never happen again....". That's it. Nothing about how he was caught, who, what, where, when, why. And there we have it, a common American "news special" oh don't worry we'll put information about the millions dying of starvation, the eco system being destroyed, and the fact that were falling into a deppression until next time. That is presuming nothing "important" like a car chase, new ways to look skinny, or star accident comes up first.

Maybe if I go stand on Sunset Blvd. and interpretive dance to celien dion with a poodle I might make the evening news edition. "Crazy Hippie girl dances on the streets of LA" I could be famous.

Ode to coffee

I'm an employee at a world wide known loved coffee shop in the USA. I get payed to smile and lie to hundreds of people every day and "just say yes!". I work in the suburbs of a Southern California town which means most of the people I encounter, if you could even call them people, are "rich" and conceded individuals with cars that could kill an entire portion of the rain forest just by starting up, and more problems than the teens on Laguna Beach. Also I am embarrassed to say I live in what is home to the desperate house wives of the Inland Empire. It amazes me some of the customers that walk through my door daily. Over the past year I have come to know them not by their name, but by their drink/nickname that is given to them based off of their actions in the store. Picture a small cafe, probably 35 feet in length with all the quaint coffee accessories imaginable. Oh how exciting, it's like your going to the theater! Now clear your mind and let us begin. In walks a 6'2 ish woman who looks like a Hungarian warrior off the discovery channel. Now if her bird-like nose doesn't catch your attention, then her over sized bust in an ill fitted shirt will. She is one of those "church going" Christians, you know the type that yells at people during the week and praises God on Sunday. She orders a complex, espresso beverage with extra breve pretty much daily. Now you think the drink sounds ridiculous, try making it. She not only is completely rude to everyone that she encounters, but if you charge her for breve (which you should) or do not make her drink accordingly to the "physics of life", you have to "just say yes" and re-make it all over. Well last Monday she stomps in with her manly, prissy, tight clothing self to order her wonderful beverage. Mind you I never say but the usual greeting to the woman, but she comes up to the register in a hissy and sighs at the fact that I dare to take her order and yells for another employee to please help her. I simply answer back that everyone else is busy and I have no problem helping her with her needs, the presence of forced pleasantness could be felt throughout the town. She continues to tell me that I am ill equipped to help her, and that my slutty, whore self will be going to hell because of the way I have treated her (I am wearing a long sleaved button up to the neck, tucked in shirt with pants). Now this is a "godly" woman who I have said probably as minimal as possible to who is condemning me to hell, pretty harsh wouldn't you say? I try to calm her down as well as myself but it seems she is on a roll and must state her every thought. She begins telling the entire line how she is a victim of hypocrisy...*ummm ok*.... and that I should be reported to the district manager for not upholding the the stores standards. Personally I think she has realized how ugly and unhappy she is and tries to suck the life out of sincere and pleasant employees. She then stores their poor souls in her badly fitted bra to feed on at night after she has downed her 800+ calorie beverage. Anyway I leave the floor by this time and return to wash some dishes which have piled up because a certain co-worker is a waste of labor who just stands around and stares at me all day( we'll hear more of him later). I come out 30 min later and behold she is complaining to customers about the "incident" that happened earlier. She comes to the front and demands a complaint card, I hand one out and she starts yelling at me saying I will never become anything in this world, I might as well just work at McDonald's...? By this time the anger within me cannot be withheld any longer I then push the card at her and tell her she is trash in society, the way she uses her words to address people sickens me and I don't care what kind of car she drives, how high up on the hill she lives or what God she praises because she will be nothing more than the dirt on the floor in society because she contributes nothing tactful in the life of herself or others, I then state my name and walk away. The look of disgust that a small framed girl has challenged her word was priceless, and I wish that I could have captured how she resembled the man in the pit of despair in the Princess Bride. I now call her Breve B**ch.