tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35735151707681748702024-03-05T00:11:34.158-08:00I Know MiamiBegohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05139979231834851980noreply@blogger.comBlogger41125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3573515170768174870.post-73280543837225607252009-05-18T13:21:00.000-07:002009-05-18T13:30:20.853-07:00Bday Gurl<meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"><meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"><meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"><meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"><link style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;" rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5Cbcazalis%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"><span style="font-size:100%;"><o:smarttagtype style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;" namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" name="City"></o:smarttagtype><o:smarttagtype style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;" namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" name="PlaceType"></o:smarttagtype><o:smarttagtype style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;" namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" name="PlaceName"></o:smarttagtype><o:smarttagtype style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;" namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" name="place"></o:smarttagtype></span><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:worddocument> <w:view>Normal</w:View> <w:zoom>0</w:Zoom> <w:punctuationkerning/> <w:validateagainstschemas/> <w:saveifxmlinvalid>false</w:SaveIfXMLInvalid> <w:ignoremixedcontent>false</w:IgnoreMixedContent> <w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext>false</w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText> <w:compatibility> <w:breakwrappedtables/> <w:snaptogridincell/> <w:wraptextwithpunct/> <w:useasianbreakrules/> <w:dontgrowautofit/> </w:Compatibility> <w:browserlevel>MicrosoftInternetExplorer4</w:BrowserLevel> </w:WordDocument> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"> </w:LatentStyles> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if !mso]><object classid="clsid:38481807-CA0E-42D2-BF39-B33AF135CC4D" id="ieooui"></object> <style> st1\:*{behavior:url(#ieooui) } </style> <![endif]--><style> <!-- /* Font Definitions */ @font-face {font-family:Wingdings; panose-1:5 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0; mso-font-charset:2; mso-generic-font-family:auto; mso-font-pitch:variable; mso-font-signature:0 268435456 0 0 -2147483648 0;} /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal {mso-style-parent:""; margin:0in; margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 {size:8.5in 11.0in; margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; mso-header-margin:.5in; mso-footer-margin:.5in; mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 {page:Section1;} --> </style><!--[if gte mso 10]> <style> /* Style Definitions */ table.MsoNormalTable {mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; mso-style-noshow:yes; mso-style-parent:""; mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; mso-para-margin:0in; mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:10.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-ansi-language:#0400; mso-fareast-language:#0400; mso-bidi-language:#0400;} </style> <![endif]--> <p style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;">So, what has happened to me?</span></p><p style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;">
<br /></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;">I have received lots of hate emails, facebook messages and comments about why have I not been writing about my exciting life in <st1:city st="on"><st1:place st="on">Miami</st1:place></st1:city> anymore. The truth is that it has been so exciting that I really haven’t had the time to do it!</span></p> <p style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;">Between having a full-time job, getting a master’s degree, having a full time or over time social life, a boyfriend and friends who get sick, breakup and have lots of drama in their life to share with me, getting some time to get inspire and then getting some time to write is harder than getting a rich person through the doors of</span></p><p style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"> heaven. </span></p> <p style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipzBc44f0bDNT2KxMotZ5C3jK816BMIk1Du89s6HJegVs4oh1N3hylZCz4YS-cWimYr-3UU5RGotsfK5mT3yMyIbIinSOO897_aiBGJAcS-XacW73srpyq2ZPryfTlI6AghFTm5d0edQgt/s1600-h/4274_630946895388_18712181_37039646_2567927_n.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipzBc44f0bDNT2KxMotZ5C3jK816BMIk1Du89s6HJegVs4oh1N3hylZCz4YS-cWimYr-3UU5RGotsfK5mT3yMyIbIinSOO897_aiBGJAcS-XacW73srpyq2ZPryfTlI6AghFTm5d0edQgt/s400/4274_630946895388_18712181_37039646_2567927_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337263911446639970" border="0" /></a></p> <p style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;">So, what have I done? Karaoke at the Seven Seas, where I sang These Boots are Made for Walking; pool party without a pool: my crazy friend Dara, put one inflatable pool inside her apt. and one by the dock, her dog Matilda got lost for hours and we looked for her on Agua Ardiente and Tequila, she was finally found by a homeless guy who got paid $30 to give us Matilda back, it was a two-hour kidnap. When we were finally able to do the piñata, it fell into the canal and all the candies got wet! </span></p> <p style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;">Also, I went to check out Robert Samuel’s and J.D. Kaleem’s new awesome house right in Mimo. Amazing, Robert lives in a tower and will now let his hair grow long enough so that we can climb it up to his room, J.D. had a seat inside his showers and the other roommate has the most amazing room/walking closet/bathroom. Guys you get 5 stars on the house, on the party only 4 because I couldn’t hear any music but the conversations were amazing, I can proudly say I was the last one to leave with Staurt McMeeking, but he deserves more credit because he was going on his bike with a glass of wine to go. </span></p> <p style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;">
<br /></span></p><p style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;">I also went on a day expedition to Big Cypress, which was all dry, celebrated Mother’s Day in Dolores/Lolita, partied at Café Barcelona, met the Russian Mafia New Yorker owner of Vlada, the new vodka gay bar by my house and spent countless nights at the News Lounge, really everybody lost count. I see the manager Pat Walsh more than my parents. </span></p> <p style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;">
<br /></span></p><p style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;">And, talking about Pat, he mentioned the Black Mangrove is taking a break and is throwing a <a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" href="http://www.facebook.com/home.php?ref=home#/event.php?eid=79853097939">goodbye party </a>on Saturday May 23, it should be great, lots of awesome djs and the last opportunity to party at that warehouse. That is the day after<a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" href="http://www.facebook.com/home.php?ref=home#/event.php?eid=86410441226&ref=nf"> my bday party </a>on Friday May 22 in my friend’s house in Coconut Grove. Hope to see everybody there. Think of it like an open house, as long as you ring booze you are welcome. I love to think of my parties like a micro <st1:city st="on">Miami</st1:city>, where you’ll find from the fancy <st1:place st="on"><st1:placename st="on">South</st1:placename> <st1:placetype st="on">Beach</st1:placetype></st1:place> party-goer to the smelly intellectual university professor, no offense to either. </span></p> <p style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;">
<br /></span></p><p style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;">Today I am turning 24 and it always feels good to be the birthday girl, especially with some many awesomest people in my life reminding me how much they love me </span><span style=";font-family:Wingdings;font-size:100%;" ><span style="">J</span></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span></p> Begohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05139979231834851980noreply@blogger.com120tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3573515170768174870.post-46926583835007961192009-04-17T12:54:00.000-07:002009-04-17T13:34:45.383-07:00Mad Cat's New Heavy Metal Play<span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">Get your butt out of the boring Sobe club for a nite and go support your local theater.<br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">It doesn't get more local than the new <a style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" href="http://www.miamilightproject.com/index.php?page_id=16">Mad Cat</a> production Broad Sword, written </span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">by Hialeah's Marco Ramirez, directed by Mad Cat's Paul Tei and performed by Miami's finests </span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">Erik Fabregat, Paul Tei, Scott Genn, Sofia Citarella</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">, </span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">George Schiavone</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"> and </span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">Gregg Weiner</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">, if you ever been to a play done by local talent, chances are you've seen any of them</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">.</span><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3RtggeP3HJxCBDjBtplASHQ1Mp9ulLAKslflSuNdXmCkwt-1M_ZqB0QpBKj_UmBgyQPXBfda52z9ae7LK3Z1FukGzkzHoLyEY-pRHPxCHzYm9izasHbbIuhO2ppy4KyT59O7LlV8BNZBl/s1600-h/PosterBROADSWORDcostcow.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 272px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3RtggeP3HJxCBDjBtplASHQ1Mp9ulLAKslflSuNdXmCkwt-1M_ZqB0QpBKj_UmBgyQPXBfda52z9ae7LK3Z1FukGzkzHoLyEY-pRHPxCHzYm9izasHbbIuhO2ppy4KyT59O7LlV8BNZBl/s400/PosterBROADSWORDcostcow.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325758850566798834" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"><br />I loved them all. George, who I heard is like 70 years old was so incredible as the caricature of the old creepy guy from "Jurassic Park." Gregg Weiner, another very exaggerated character, the devil, was also amazing.</span> <span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"><br /><br />Paul, Scott and Erik, the band members gave a surprisingly great performance of the song that brings back the mysteriously missing singer of the New Jersey metal band that splits 16 years before.<br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">It is not because I love the Mad Cat Company and know the actors, directors, stage managers, etc, but this play was SO MUCH FUN.<br /><br />There is not a single moment that leaves you wandering or thinking about the laundry that you have at home.<br /><br />Engaging, scary, funny, surprising and fun. </span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">It doesn't matter if you are old, a kid, a soccer mom or hate heavy metal, I could not imagine who would not like BroadSword. Gable Stage Director Joe Adler, who was there when I went yesterday, seem to have enjoyed it a lot. </span> <span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"><br /><br />So, this weekend before going to The Vagabond, do something for yourself and for the little local theater we have. It is located on Biscayne and 30th so you can hit any place after. You can even have drinks, before, during and after the play for contributions only. </span> <span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"><br /><br />If you are a student is ten bucks if you are not is $25, that will go to a good cause and not Mansion. </span>Begohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05139979231834851980noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3573515170768174870.post-59118040340176177532009-04-15T12:52:00.000-07:002009-04-15T13:41:40.536-07:00The New News Lounge is on Tuesdays now, not Wednesdays<meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"><meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"><meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"><meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"><link style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;" rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5Cbcazalis%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"><o:smarttagtype style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;" namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" name="Street"></o:smarttagtype><o:smarttagtype style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;" namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" name="City"></o:smarttagtype><o:smarttagtype style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;" namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" name="State"></o:smarttagtype><o:smarttagtype style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;" namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" name="address"></o:smarttagtype><o:smarttagtype style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;" namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" name="place"></o:smarttagtype><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:worddocument> <w:view>Normal</w:View> <w:zoom>0</w:Zoom> <w:punctuationkerning/> <w:validateagainstschemas/> <w:saveifxmlinvalid>false</w:SaveIfXMLInvalid> <w:ignoremixedcontent>false</w:IgnoreMixedContent> <w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext>false</w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText> <w:compatibility> <w:breakwrappedtables/> <w:snaptogridincell/> <w:wraptextwithpunct/> <w:useasianbreakrules/> <w:dontgrowautofit/> </w:Compatibility> <w:browserlevel>MicrosoftInternetExplorer4</w:BrowserLevel> </w:WordDocument> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"> </w:LatentStyles> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if !mso]><object classid="clsid:38481807-CA0E-42D2-BF39-B33AF135CC4D" id="ieooui"></object> <style> st1\:*{behavior:url(#ieooui) } </style> <![endif]--><style> <!-- /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal {mso-style-parent:""; margin:0in; margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 {size:8.5in 11.0in; margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; mso-header-margin:.5in; mso-footer-margin:.5in; mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 {page:Section1;} --> </style><!--[if gte mso 10]> <style> /* Style Definitions */ table.MsoNormalTable {mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; mso-style-noshow:yes; mso-style-parent:""; mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; mso-para-margin:0in; mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:10.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-ansi-language:#0400; mso-fareast-language:#0400; mso-bidi-language:#0400;} </style> <![endif]--> <p style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal">I went to News Lounge last nite cuz we got an invite by Pat Walsh that Raffa & Rainer were playing. </p> <p style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal">
<br /></p><p style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal">After checking the facebook list of attending and seeing some of my g.f’s I was ready to get back into the middle-of-the-week-night-out routine that had missed me so much. </p> <p style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal">
<br /></p><p style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal">So, I put on my cowboy boots, mini skirt and infamous God is Dead shirt, to impress the girls, really, who cares about the guys.
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<br /></p> <p style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal">I got there and ordered a delicious Tucker that tasted like heaven, even though God is Dead, and sat to listen to Raffa & Rainer play the same songs we all already know. She joked about how delicious was her cucumber martini and how they didn’t have those at Churchill’s and about the spaceships in the bathrooms that you can use to dry your hands. Seriously, I only go to the News Lounge to be able dry my hands in the spaceships inside those purdy restrooms.</p><p style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal">
<br /></p> <p style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal">I sat alone and listened to the music, making up in my mind what people must be thinking of me: that lonely girl with the cowboy boots. That is one of the reasons why I like to go out alone: one is so mysterious and could be anyone in the minds of others. A lonely depressed girl, a hooker, a psychopath, a people hater, a sexy girl who likes to go out alone, single, married, a nun escaped from convent. </p> <p style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal">
<br /></p><p style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal">Dara got there late with Matilda, who was ultimately the star of the night. Running around leash-less jumping on people’s laps and in the middle of the big red square couch where a group of five hipsters petted her and made cuteness overdosed sounds. What a slut!</p> <p style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEqmZtkyG9PipBT1jK9UcHupSEof4WczESAaFq-UtsnzGCbCFf1pK0pFnXMB3l13skUkpCn-jhg1b_US4vCdTn4IfJsDqK1RmmmjDLLZFnbLWEqJo-HriRMNW-p2taqJrtodRIoc3u4VX_/s1600-h/mati.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEqmZtkyG9PipBT1jK9UcHupSEof4WczESAaFq-UtsnzGCbCFf1pK0pFnXMB3l13skUkpCn-jhg1b_US4vCdTn4IfJsDqK1RmmmjDLLZFnbLWEqJo-HriRMNW-p2taqJrtodRIoc3u4VX_/s400/mati.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325016189491342050" border="0" /></a></p> <p style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal">“That’s an 84-year-old bitch,” I yelled to them, but they didn’t mind her age, or her tongue that is always sticking out and dried from the air, nor that she is ugly and kind of fat; she was a puppy to them and they were in front of people, meaning you have to pet her and make non-stop cute sounds. </p> <p style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal">
<br /></p><p style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal">Matilda ran away and came back to us. I think we are getting tired that she is always the star of the party. She really is 84, let go Matilda, other bitches need to be popular too. </p> <p style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal">
<br /></p><p style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal">So, Jeremy came, after he said he wasn’t coming and was surrounded by cute gals, like always. We talked about his encounter with an 18-year-old on his birthday and philosophized about the legal Age of Consent.</p> <p style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal">
<br /></p><p style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal">“If you have sex with an 18 year old the day of his birthday, is it legal, do we have to look at what time he was born?”</p> <p style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal">
<br /></p><p style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal">We swung in the swing and danced Circumstances and Serge Gainsburg, which played must of the night. </p> <p style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal">
<br /></p><p style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal">I saw beach high buddy Alexis Frias, who moved to <st1:state st="on">New York</st1:state>, but is now back and active and loving <st1:city st="on"><st1:place st="on">Miami</st1:place></st1:city>; Maina Campos, another beach high lovely friend, who looked tan and beautiful and invited me to her beginners Yoga class on <st1:street st="on"><st1:address st="on">Española Way</st1:address></st1:street> Fridays at 6:45 pm. I am glad it is beginners because I have seen her acroyoga pics and it doesn’t seem like anything I could do on a Friday night and still be able to dance after. “Come detox before the tox,” she said. Sounds interesting. I also saw Robert Samuels and we talked about the newspaper industry, his salary cut at the Herald, his new house and bad movies. </p> <p style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal">
<br /></p><p style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal">It is good to be back. </p> <p style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=""> </span></p> <p style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=""> </span></p> Begohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05139979231834851980noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3573515170768174870.post-87809556791999614562009-03-20T10:23:00.000-07:002009-04-17T12:53:59.434-07:00Secrets of The Everglades<span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;">We woke up at 6 am on Saturday. That is still quite late for a birder, but with the daylight saving we still could make it on time for the sunrise. I, unaccustomed to open my eyes at that time, slept the whole way to the park, and arrived fresh and energetic.</span> <span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;">Although it was spring break and the park was unusually full with tourists and families, we decided to stay for the whole weekend. Starting at <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Paurotis</span> Pond, where the dozens of Wood Storks carried branches back and forth right on top of our heads. Through the telescope we saw them build and feed the little hungry chicks.<br /></span> <a style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJj9l8Ssb8XVZTkGIwReRsKXNM8Wi4mWhL-A0c3NpSf4yGG_-fEicfA2ZHGnZ2Za0pokXonAExFs0WMQdbO_5aqa2IqdnJZrbXT5Q19tkzbITicPWQY-3GGHhwxCTHPHNWN_X48kGnf8lV/s1600-h/IMG_3750.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJj9l8Ssb8XVZTkGIwReRsKXNM8Wi4mWhL-A0c3NpSf4yGG_-fEicfA2ZHGnZ2Za0pokXonAExFs0WMQdbO_5aqa2IqdnJZrbXT5Q19tkzbITicPWQY-3GGHhwxCTHPHNWN_X48kGnf8lV/s400/IMG_3750.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324633084682625506" border="0" /></a> <span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"><br />There were also roseate spoonbills, herons, egrets of all kinds, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">anhingas</span> and alligators all in the same pond. Incredible.</span> <span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;">While he painted and was bothered by curious and Japaneses who wanted to take pictures of him, I slept, read, wrote, walked, took pictures, read, wrote and slept some more.<br /></span> <a style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPeCvbnVt8tmyXFP9QLNLcTccxD8qd6fOQl1ZNQaP5FAgT-h5dShzq0eQ90EtKjqoWQ96yPybUpFzNS7DrMg8-xi5KS26bPo8FOSywIO-PQwEn3WKBZ-3kAPq6OTre4PrMEqF21cCOPqFN/s1600-h/IMG_3798.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPeCvbnVt8tmyXFP9QLNLcTccxD8qd6fOQl1ZNQaP5FAgT-h5dShzq0eQ90EtKjqoWQ96yPybUpFzNS7DrMg8-xi5KS26bPo8FOSywIO-PQwEn3WKBZ-3kAPq6OTre4PrMEqF21cCOPqFN/s400/IMG_3798.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324633097881989154" border="0" /></a> <span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;">When the sun was directly on top of us, we decided to picnic inside the tent. We stationed ourselves amongst red mangroves somewhere the troopers couldn't see us. We ate grapes, carrots and nuts and he painted some more while I read out loud J.D. Salinger stories.</span> <span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;">It took us a while to get our stuff together and we arrived to Flamingo passed 6 pm so there was nobody to register with for the camping space <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">for</span> the night. But there was sign:</span> <a style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGaFAsri5Ii77XtesyFtVRjnmYhhRCyzYqqN5fQApFdV2DeM2fmzpN9PbtUMxobm2Ft-B-M8wBQAh6sc00UdLQx4OzCj_bZslTPiHmwoT_v7-qVF7ThPUD1Vogj74LIDla1wse9hOBfFpb/s1600-h/IMG_3784.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGaFAsri5Ii77XtesyFtVRjnmYhhRCyzYqqN5fQApFdV2DeM2fmzpN9PbtUMxobm2Ft-B-M8wBQAh6sc00UdLQx4OzCj_bZslTPiHmwoT_v7-qVF7ThPUD1Vogj74LIDla1wse9hOBfFpb/s400/IMG_3784.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324633093787449410" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;">"If you are here after 6 pm, grabbed an empty space and pay the $16 tomorrow morning."</span> <span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;">$16 is more than the park entrance, but I might as well not be cheap about the one thing that needs the most money in <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">SoFla</span>.</span> <span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;">Instead of settling down, we drove to Bear Lake Trail and walked the intimate path.<br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMxkCpQRpeRaiX-TWnPtFTZ7zXrwaTSHxWH0QmZIUl_CI9JTLmCo7ibEru_Bm0qdUP8FNt1yfWvZ7cCChQMLziKjs39tzAG-t8GlMBNWwRSAwDTMSRNGCPuoAaCW0E5oVF10isrAzMpu_N/s1600-h/IMG_4651.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMxkCpQRpeRaiX-TWnPtFTZ7zXrwaTSHxWH0QmZIUl_CI9JTLmCo7ibEru_Bm0qdUP8FNt1yfWvZ7cCChQMLziKjs39tzAG-t8GlMBNWwRSAwDTMSRNGCPuoAaCW0E5oVF10isrAzMpu_N/s400/IMG_4651.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324635726121949042" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"> While he called warblers I took pictures and on the way back we walked quietly in the hopes of hearing owls, but our wish wasn't granted.</span> <span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;">From our tent we heard kids plying, still up with their families, an old couple that dined quietly but we could still hear them and some out of place drunk teenagers. I fell asleep looking at the stars.</span>Begohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05139979231834851980noreply@blogger.com245tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3573515170768174870.post-72667193241428102702009-02-17T12:54:00.000-08:002009-02-17T13:24:51.546-08:00Who is Miami? Miami Beach Artisan<span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">This is the new <span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">Who is Miami?</span> series in which the people who make up this city have a chance to talk to us for about a minute.<br /></span><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxs5Fa7UKx7BT59KTk2TonYxw36oXM1wa6qTQBPIQzmSbUhqkKMf-A2WQuHN_uqmooIbiJjboG9TGIfKw-TwA' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Marta Noriega from Bogota, Colombia sells her own jewelery in Ocean Drive. In Part because she likes it, in part because she cannot find a job. </span>Begohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05139979231834851980noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3573515170768174870.post-24303464388080415312009-02-17T12:18:00.000-08:002009-02-17T13:26:57.554-08:00Who is Miami? Ocean Drive Valet Parking<iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dz2JMevn2-3uP1Vo7bLsyT8mtrb7vkUoE0v_uxX9WtXk1WZnrrW8Gv00OQLRWJsFyJwFRG5PiKRnyn4lCV0jw' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">This is the new <span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">Who is Miami?</span> series in which the people who make up this city have a chance to talk to us for about a minute.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"><br />Let me know what you think. </span><span style="font-weight: bold;">Who else should I interview?</span><br /> <br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">There will be more coming up with all the kinds of people that make up this land. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">This is Alfredo, from Lima, Peru. he has been a Valet Parking in Ocean Drive for 12 years. He says the money is good, but slower lately.</span><br /> <br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">"The economic recession has not only affected us, but the whole tourism industry here. We hear everyone complaining about it. Still we can't complaint, there is still money," he said. </span>Begohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05139979231834851980noreply@blogger.com83tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3573515170768174870.post-37132209734647506402009-02-09T11:20:00.001-08:002009-02-11T06:10:03.320-08:00Coladas, Poets, Artists and Whores<meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:worddocument> <w:view>Normal</w:View> <w:zoom>0</w:Zoom> <w:punctuationkerning/> <w:validateagainstschemas/> <w:saveifxmlinvalid>false</w:SaveIfXMLInvalid> <w:ignoremixedcontent>false</w:IgnoreMixedContent> <w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext>false</w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText> <w:compatibility> <w:breakwrappedtables/> <w:snaptogridincell/> <w:wraptextwithpunct/> <w:useasianbreakrules/> <w:dontgrowautofit/> </w:Compatibility> <w:browserlevel>MicrosoftInternetExplorer4</w:BrowserLevel> </w:WordDocument> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"> </w:LatentStyles> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if !mso]><object classid="clsid:38481807-CA0E-42D2-BF39-B33AF135CC4D" id="ieooui"></object> <style> st1\:*{behavior:url(#ieooui) } </style> <![endif]--><style> <!-- /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal {mso-style-parent:""; margin:0in; margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 {size:8.5in 11.0in; margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; mso-header-margin:.5in; mso-footer-margin:.5in; mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 {page:Section1;} --> </style><!--[if gte mso 10]> <style> /* Style Definitions */ table.MsoNormalTable {mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; mso-style-noshow:yes; mso-style-parent:""; mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; mso-para-margin:0in; mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:10.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-ansi-language:#0400; mso-fareast-language:#0400; mso-bidi-language:#0400;} </style> <![endif]--> <p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;">I went to Sweat Records on Saturday night to see </span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:100%;" >Pure Imagination with </span><span style="font-size:100%;"><a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" href="http://www.miamiherald.com/entertainment/top-story/story/880219.html?asset_id=876109&asset_type=audio"><span style="" lang="EN">Matt Gajewski</span></a></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:100%;" ><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">,</span> </span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:100%;" >the guy from the UM radio that writes fiction and reads it on air. He was reading his David Sedaris/Realismo Magico/This American Life prose to a room packed of indie kids with live music in the background.</span><span style="font-size:100%;"> I got a delicious espresso from the coffee bar at <a href="http://sweatrecordsmiami.blogspot.com/">Sweat</a>, it is not that easy to find good coladas or espressos these days in <st1:city st="on"><st1:place st="on">Miami</st1:place></st1:city>, believe it or not.</span></p><p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiA3djVodT_3ijCwRw_Zdzrfj4ELpRQ9JbATovuOpGJiD4PREGoaF0n9Pepmmt4CFURmJTYONbCKlDpY-BZh8Fq_MuZYcJAlzhRlCUuicScUBRlc_huvqpavxETXgGWoIp4YcjOpK2Bh1o0/s1600-h/6.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiA3djVodT_3ijCwRw_Zdzrfj4ELpRQ9JbATovuOpGJiD4PREGoaF0n9Pepmmt4CFURmJTYONbCKlDpY-BZh8Fq_MuZYcJAlzhRlCUuicScUBRlc_huvqpavxETXgGWoIp4YcjOpK2Bh1o0/s400/6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300879944565362786" border="0" /></a></span> </p> <p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;">Then, journalists, nerd, intellectuals and snubs we all went outside and talked bout the Dr. of Death, News and Notes closing down and the decease of <a href="http://www.myspace.com/thevagabondmiami">Vagabond</a>. Bout the kind of shit that people who go to this kind of shit talk bout, nerd shit. </span></p> <p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;">Anyway, I was supposed to go to <a href="http://www.myspace.com/thevagabondmiami">The Vagabond </a>because there was a <a href="http://www.miami.com/">Miami.com </a></span><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: "Times New Roman";">open bar of vodka from 10 to 12, but instead I stayed home. Even though I was already all dolled up. It seems like now going to the Vagabond is like going to a glamorous photoshoot and let’s not even talk about the</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><a href="http://www.whiteroommiami.com/"> White Room</a>, where if you are not topless, wearing a costume or kissing a girl you don’t make it in. Talking of which, <a href="http://themagicbaby.blogspot.com/">Magic Baby girl, Clara Infante</a>, who is usually topless, wearing a costume or kissing a girl announced she got a DUI on Sunday at 9:17 a.m and proudly published her <a href="http://themagicbaby.blogspot.com/2009/02/parking-under-influence.html">own mug shot</a>.
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<br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span></p> <p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;">So I ended up not going to the Vagabond probably because of the whole gloomy talk at Sweat of: “remember when it was not embarrassing to go to the Vagabond.” “Let’s not even mention its name so much around this crowd.”</span></p><p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;">
<br /></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;">We were joking, of course, in a truthful kind of way.</span></p> <p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;">
<br /></span></p><p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;">So, on Sunday, I woke up before midday, for a change, and went out to promenade around Miami in what was a beautiful Sunday, those that make everyone repeat how much they love this city.</span></p><p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTZMA2sIKja4GCzcQvbq_OwLh0Yp7XpEv-iU3nXgkxmOj8dcMWqfqhmd0FcQrbW3Wq9VdE_iWwrdWj3opX3IxUKfpwqu8NV5kVxdJwM8aoj7BzIGiZwoCd88WcsRh-bxe0IaneUb5uG9eX/s1600-h/31.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTZMA2sIKja4GCzcQvbq_OwLh0Yp7XpEv-iU3nXgkxmOj8dcMWqfqhmd0FcQrbW3Wq9VdE_iWwrdWj3opX3IxUKfpwqu8NV5kVxdJwM8aoj7BzIGiZwoCd88WcsRh-bxe0IaneUb5uG9eX/s400/31.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300880922579839458" border="0" /></a></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;">We drove towards the area where I grew</span><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span><span style="font-size:100%;">up on Collins and 73.<sup>rd<span style=""> </span></sup>I showed Pati and Gregg how I used to come to <a href="http://web.miamibeachfl.gov/parksandrecreation/prNSPYClnf.aspx">Northshore</a> to see my friends play soccer and how I used to volunteer at the Centro Comunitario Hispano de Miami Beach, while eating Venezuelan cachitos at <a href="http://www.miami.com/moises-bakery">Moises Bakery</a>, which is still there.</span><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span></p> <p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;">But, we went to have lunch at Manolo’s. Yummy empanadas, pan de miga of ham and hearts of palm, prosciutto, café con leche and fresh orange juice. hmmmm...</span></p><p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQNje6KvxshxSrRQItYw3vT_97ogQ6zld2iuJvdoM5xk8krKxmXyROJwK-aGXwS1dO-8NBB4WX9HSEivnEzvC2Yddg-3kmKtUY6TlCjosGx77f6rSBRoarKXzQ35BcmHOoeQujkfYqWHpI/s1600-h/2.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQNje6KvxshxSrRQItYw3vT_97ogQ6zld2iuJvdoM5xk8krKxmXyROJwK-aGXwS1dO-8NBB4WX9HSEivnEzvC2Yddg-3kmKtUY6TlCjosGx77f6rSBRoarKXzQ35BcmHOoeQujkfYqWHpI/s400/2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300879735797067234" border="0" /></a></span> </p> <p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;">The only thing that sucked was the colada that we ordered at the end. We didn’t understand if it was American coffee or they had just made it disgusting by mistake; it was all water and tasted like crab. You see you could actually encounter bad coladas even on 73<sup>rd</sup> st. We returned the colada and asked the Argentineans to politely change it because it sucked.</span></p> <p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_yYgO9TcJ-jsH0WjE_U4uP_Mti3HeI1JmAmSgwQ1kOfujka6oGIe_aIWclm8yekmxdzAynDo4rvNAva1HlTYsTeQb5rHZI6_B_v7TEfngD0MbbTg9lnEo5WxpoBU9lQm6NuccV9VVOb06/s1600-h/5.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_yYgO9TcJ-jsH0WjE_U4uP_Mti3HeI1JmAmSgwQ1kOfujka6oGIe_aIWclm8yekmxdzAynDo4rvNAva1HlTYsTeQb5rHZI6_B_v7TEfngD0MbbTg9lnEo5WxpoBU9lQm6NuccV9VVOb06/s400/5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300879894913737234" border="0" /></a></span></p><p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhky7faXTwNSWQ2YYMD0JrOd6LTk9_VDfmhZpZ5TLKhDngqlKvvWekHNrgYUdJ8zDidV_3SC-pTZKzFcFhU8yd2uZvwu0lbteXi9soVkOeHd-QsTJfh_CHx0JtpmIb7pj4uIvi8WdYHlRMa/s1600-h/4.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhky7faXTwNSWQ2YYMD0JrOd6LTk9_VDfmhZpZ5TLKhDngqlKvvWekHNrgYUdJ8zDidV_3SC-pTZKzFcFhU8yd2uZvwu0lbteXi9soVkOeHd-QsTJfh_CHx0JtpmIb7pj4uIvi8WdYHlRMa/s400/4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300879850074437250" border="0" /></a></span></p><p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;">We got a second really bad colada, this one was also watery but it didn’t even had sugar. These Argentineans don’t know how to make the coladas. They should just stick to the emapanadas and churros please.</span></p><p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMH13NSVTcP0-RgG1iUczKuopnlVjf6CecAaPjSYFVmJgRMq5Oa9lAq8PXtd870PwvXknfxYRZGvzVmfzvAwBo3d36QVlHNTDyS44y3DP3-mSNX5jC0kj1OrlefbLHPF0Koge5WvRTDzZi/s1600-h/7.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMH13NSVTcP0-RgG1iUczKuopnlVjf6CecAaPjSYFVmJgRMq5Oa9lAq8PXtd870PwvXknfxYRZGvzVmfzvAwBo3d36QVlHNTDyS44y3DP3-mSNX5jC0kj1OrlefbLHPF0Koge5WvRTDzZi/s400/7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300879989976967090" border="0" /></a></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUncxbGk2U_v6OSNSno0pojrelceYnQqpeaEypw-T9yjVgazu55Awya_ReIEziBIBrDROmQylBIchCx4Oa8pqB110T7n5ZNPDi9WYz8cqriN80Gue9wwaIQJ1yO61NStobjJ-Xx0vSDtsM/s1600-h/8.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUncxbGk2U_v6OSNSno0pojrelceYnQqpeaEypw-T9yjVgazu55Awya_ReIEziBIBrDROmQylBIchCx4Oa8pqB110T7n5ZNPDi9WYz8cqriN80Gue9wwaIQJ1yO61NStobjJ-Xx0vSDtsM/s400/8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300880029368923138" border="0" /></a></span></p><p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;">Not giving up our craving of a good colada, we went across the street to a Cuban place.
<br /></span></p><p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJwYURfNU88hWe2CoxJy9pIGeMtOcrkezsi-SrRw9zF9qiAgXewB3nyWkz-SWRHRJMl5Aagztsq_C8LjsTcOomlbxmjicqBMQ2M2x00nQ4lUMHxybPH9lmcK4RM3Hp8dg0BtYia6AFlhrp/s1600-h/10.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJwYURfNU88hWe2CoxJy9pIGeMtOcrkezsi-SrRw9zF9qiAgXewB3nyWkz-SWRHRJMl5Aagztsq_C8LjsTcOomlbxmjicqBMQ2M2x00nQ4lUMHxybPH9lmcK4RM3Hp8dg0BtYia6AFlhrp/s400/10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300880078581622354" border="0" /></a></span></p><p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;">Outside there happened to be a quite lively street art fair and a concert in the amphitheater, part of the Cuban Music Fest that has been going one this past week.</span></p><p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMPiEcDrt7AikzR4-Q1B2-J8XnOTUvFobCNCVo2Qvjm8YWnAmkiGFoP8qR9IAV7egxpETvGDIwzvbY5kKJpW6SeUpqXmjwuYjvADrXxnxfzsNjzOpVahbscVFfhIZDxPrCUOY286To0_Bx/s1600-h/11.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMPiEcDrt7AikzR4-Q1B2-J8XnOTUvFobCNCVo2Qvjm8YWnAmkiGFoP8qR9IAV7egxpETvGDIwzvbY5kKJpW6SeUpqXmjwuYjvADrXxnxfzsNjzOpVahbscVFfhIZDxPrCUOY286To0_Bx/s400/11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300880133580387154" border="0" /></a></span><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span></p> <p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfq61qQ2snw2hjN2bzvCTncdvrSpp3jf7kPbWad417AbhoPIentz87QkqeGx2hOJfR1xLktplXrMNe6iWEQyythqqDrQQCkgNduYM69AlCr_ec9pzJAIpFNUtaOUaTMKgXyjZYsdwC1lIU/s1600-h/14.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfq61qQ2snw2hjN2bzvCTncdvrSpp3jf7kPbWad417AbhoPIentz87QkqeGx2hOJfR1xLktplXrMNe6iWEQyythqqDrQQCkgNduYM69AlCr_ec9pzJAIpFNUtaOUaTMKgXyjZYsdwC1lIU/s400/14.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300880266122099522" border="0" /></a></span></p><p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhcbxzCZzHjJi6IN3hdF_O7zDnXTlBb1PEzcrE4yQKKdBGNraJj4qp_vh71fwPwoit8LFwb_zUAhoExW8RQyGsKCP8jjh0KJeG8-WRcmw6xIvALCrRvGDXulpoqV4AOg4RGZOHE7gBAMyr/s1600-h/12.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhcbxzCZzHjJi6IN3hdF_O7zDnXTlBb1PEzcrE4yQKKdBGNraJj4qp_vh71fwPwoit8LFwb_zUAhoExW8RQyGsKCP8jjh0KJeG8-WRcmw6xIvALCrRvGDXulpoqV4AOg4RGZOHE7gBAMyr/s400/12.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300880174897487090" border="0" /></a>
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<br /></span></p><p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;">So, we walked under the sun, amongst the dogs, kids with their faces painted, food, art, tourists, locals and the nice cool wind.
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<br /><a href="http://web.me.com/patilaylle">(Photos Pati Laylle)</a>
<br /></span>Begohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05139979231834851980noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3573515170768174870.post-2304856089189688362009-02-02T16:27:00.000-08:002009-02-05T08:27:07.520-08:00Rojo Rojito<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhI6OioXuSEj0FL5mE7L0d9XZWXPDD5sE0kRCAoQFdSqlWOPfW5UxrJ3T5gNJ1dpOZ2iI29vxjZv6wg6C09EfVI_oYvqi4348-0YENZ1ZvZ1N0oHX_-C2rtwQ6XQhHEhsVv2OdvlQ2yu9i7/s1600-h/n18712181_36134752_3579.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298372452214348082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhI6OioXuSEj0FL5mE7L0d9XZWXPDD5sE0kRCAoQFdSqlWOPfW5UxrJ3T5gNJ1dpOZ2iI29vxjZv6wg6C09EfVI_oYvqi4348-0YENZ1ZvZ1N0oHX_-C2rtwQ6XQhHEhsVv2OdvlQ2yu9i7/s400/n18712181_36134752_3579.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)">For the tenth year anniversary of Chavez being in power of my native Venezuela, I decided to throw a Venezuelan party. Also, because I wanted to serve arepas which are both easy to make and delicious. Although nothing is too easy under champagne and whiskey, even less cooking for about 60 other hungry drunks.</span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGfP6emAhshI71He0gzHQc6F4B8BZoFF27ffKaxnVx3fkyuwxdnxlbKS80zm5gKNdm4zSwnGZUcNO2X79wirK5FWI5lxVQx-82Db52Vm-kVeLQ1F0HSULkz0-q3Bn5TwfidjPLVsUBKaYi/s1600-h/n18712181_36134750_3151.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298372624799909330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGfP6emAhshI71He0gzHQc6F4B8BZoFF27ffKaxnVx3fkyuwxdnxlbKS80zm5gKNdm4zSwnGZUcNO2X79wirK5FWI5lxVQx-82Db52Vm-kVeLQ1F0HSULkz0-q3Bn5TwfidjPLVsUBKaYi/s400/n18712181_36134750_3151.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)">I was in the middle of a sea of people dancing to "La Fan Enamorada," because part of the whole cultural immersion theme is that we also listened to Venezuelan music: joropo, tambores, gaita, merengue y salsa, while trying to cook for people, most of them who had never eaten arepas. </span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdoGcxTPa27WI5QaOPfszfquBpbgp21-GHex07b_qqbJiwik8CQ1k-0bzPo5wHlYQSfX1sBQhx9Z5GGoJP8l1nGX4JNMDXBXiqwxI4rHzQnmmWB-UMGqUpkdlzXX_JmaQUOkBS5f8bAwBM/s1600-h/n18712181_36134764_6337.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298372753856387266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 263px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdoGcxTPa27WI5QaOPfszfquBpbgp21-GHex07b_qqbJiwik8CQ1k-0bzPo5wHlYQSfX1sBQhx9Z5GGoJP8l1nGX4JNMDXBXiqwxI4rHzQnmmWB-UMGqUpkdlzXX_JmaQUOkBS5f8bAwBM/s400/n18712181_36134764_6337.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)">At least we did have masks of Chavez and got to play the dictator for a bit.</span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)">It is not that I am a Chavist. The truth is that I got cured from socialist leftist romanticsm last december when I was in Caracas. The corruption is bad and the crime is worse. Just a couple of months ago Foreign Policy said Caracas was the city with the most homicides in the world, and that doesn't even count murders made by the government or the police, which are as dangerous.<br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjs6oajYJHiGC8xej4_vmyjGmft85wDW45WiO4PsRcb35D4DnaYHffRyRDwbyXJmulHTA-uqQQVySGWXo-cz3FxgMbv89SihQU8fmpeSBtZoqIY5-aGpltM3EekUfiA8tRwWqVreAlrelft/s1600-h/n806857366_1271869_7715.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298372898081477634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjs6oajYJHiGC8xej4_vmyjGmft85wDW45WiO4PsRcb35D4DnaYHffRyRDwbyXJmulHTA-uqQQVySGWXo-cz3FxgMbv89SihQU8fmpeSBtZoqIY5-aGpltM3EekUfiA8tRwWqVreAlrelft/s400/n806857366_1271869_7715.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"> </span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfVySNwu0qGoszXErfpJ9ohmAWpxgX5gxTQGi65w-8VEu5KWGrNy491QnwIfL_-3xwBYLEZC0GYNP-52zFxq5D-6dGqfosv6GRvKL9P07JHojHgdDAuORs0V6IaPobltwzg4YrDsaVDyC8/s1600-h/n18712181_36135030_329.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298373009113109026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfVySNwu0qGoszXErfpJ9ohmAWpxgX5gxTQGi65w-8VEu5KWGrNy491QnwIfL_-3xwBYLEZC0GYNP-52zFxq5D-6dGqfosv6GRvKL9P07JHojHgdDAuORs0V6IaPobltwzg4YrDsaVDyC8/s400/n18712181_36135030_329.jpg" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifK4d68NdGAk_KZeCAq_5ynsXbJdmPL3hQBH1DJRFCsj6Kw_W8NZBc-lgRUWO3az19j5IfyZkAbKR0P_CXLJPhBeXrlWzGG2fJWeL8m9xRX1OzgAn5uphfK8TtlqY8dEgu9qYIc3bbDwWH/s1600-h/n806857366_1271868_7362.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298373158567977266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 269px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifK4d68NdGAk_KZeCAq_5ynsXbJdmPL3hQBH1DJRFCsj6Kw_W8NZBc-lgRUWO3az19j5IfyZkAbKR0P_CXLJPhBeXrlWzGG2fJWeL8m9xRX1OzgAn5uphfK8TtlqY8dEgu9qYIc3bbDwWH/s400/n806857366_1271868_7362.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)">But, I did come back from Venezuela also full of nostalgia of the food, the party, the family and the alcohol. I had it all on Sat. except for Venezuelans: for the first half of the party, I, the hostess, was the only Venezuelan in the house. So much for the Venezuelan theme.</span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)">But, I made ropa vieja the night before, we had tuna salad, black beans and various types of cheese to fill them up: guayanes and de mano. There was no food left the next day, I'm telling you people are hungry these days.</span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)">We also bought the ridiculous amount of 11 champagne bottles and a couple of whyskie, if we are going to celebrate venezuelan style we have to drink like if owened all that oil.</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOInUmntvrnfMdPTQbZeJyPUw19uXpuX1R4xQeJmhgWhPrEVcxLkJXBwokmDcECP_stRGs8uXIlqQL_SVC96tBBelSZps17gJxzwN1Mw5ykbbF5ktkn8xQ1PCyKuqfvL0IiKetRz0ItC_A/s1600-h/n18712181_36134769_7550.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298373455232664674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOInUmntvrnfMdPTQbZeJyPUw19uXpuX1R4xQeJmhgWhPrEVcxLkJXBwokmDcECP_stRGs8uXIlqQL_SVC96tBBelSZps17gJxzwN1Mw5ykbbF5ktkn8xQ1PCyKuqfvL0IiKetRz0ItC_A/s400/n18712181_36134769_7550.jpg" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjO_3jCwK4bXQQhIFruyEZH5kowaEs6T-ng-xqzLFxBY8_aA9T-MCPbDg6YHpdTfz5LUe0cEF3cxtOvcKyeRsdw4RXPOA1f6PiBIKcJ0TlVB_v6luCPrCgq_9UdrItFh3CAOTjdNOO9gktG/s1600-h/n18712181_36135020_7844.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298373312220609778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 186px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjO_3jCwK4bXQQhIFruyEZH5kowaEs6T-ng-xqzLFxBY8_aA9T-MCPbDg6YHpdTfz5LUe0cEF3cxtOvcKyeRsdw4RXPOA1f6PiBIKcJ0TlVB_v6luCPrCgq_9UdrItFh3CAOTjdNOO9gktG/s400/n18712181_36135020_7844.jpg" border="0" /></a>Begohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05139979231834851980noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3573515170768174870.post-68110755924936172872009-02-02T10:13:00.000-08:002009-02-05T08:27:58.419-08:00Friday Miami at PS 14 & Vagabond<div align="left"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAlWklHxOEtXObOBcZ_5iMU82-4nZLykHeYiHcBxGPZj_qmthVCF-goUBCXkA2mB-VuzqDRKEQgSMFUyhJ4To2OF9d4msyzWPbnIHnNTz2tyfgEQs4Rmbfq9heZd7Ml0Kvx09PDf2n3Ww5/s1600-h/web15.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298267287763171938" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAlWklHxOEtXObOBcZ_5iMU82-4nZLykHeYiHcBxGPZj_qmthVCF-goUBCXkA2mB-VuzqDRKEQgSMFUyhJ4To2OF9d4msyzWPbnIHnNTz2tyfgEQs4Rmbfq9heZd7Ml0Kvx09PDf2n3Ww5/s400/web15.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div align="left"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4BHUYdJEnEnhDrMqEKRN8yYn6zfwb6xEitPd0QntplGLbFkOe71rfuoZZt9aiapCVhr-eYsEch7jxcMl4dBek-QSEHlg561-TRmuNaN8KKkEmlGAj1dWIO77P2rRYMGM4EHr-qrfO-rE4/s1600-h/large%5B1%5D.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298267144795835170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4BHUYdJEnEnhDrMqEKRN8yYn6zfwb6xEitPd0QntplGLbFkOe71rfuoZZt9aiapCVhr-eYsEch7jxcMl4dBek-QSEHlg561-TRmuNaN8KKkEmlGAj1dWIO77P2rRYMGM4EHr-qrfO-rE4/s400/large%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#990000;">On Friday, I am going to take it slow, I said. But, it was </span><a href="http://iknowmiami.blogspot.com/2009/01/rip-adam.html"><span style="color:#990000;"><span style="color:#000000;">Adam’s</span> </span></a><span style="color:#990000;">memorial concert at </span><a href="http://www.ps14.com/"><span style="color:#000000;">PS 14</span></a><span style="color:#990000;"><span style="color:#000000;">,</span> where bands would be playing as usual, but it would be dedicated to the deceased musician. And, so I had no choice.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8cZs89DSZJEUjzicwTEsgZ0uFqaubCd8aPYEF6n90IsrFsXyV2jFVeh6GJcio0ddFmPsq5s4DI2zQR7xDLHdjV_byBdTokoDVNB_eI_ERrTdQCG-a7lSwrglNiRWL76jQbQb86YweiV9U/s1600-h/web14.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298267394220090002" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8cZs89DSZJEUjzicwTEsgZ0uFqaubCd8aPYEF6n90IsrFsXyV2jFVeh6GJcio0ddFmPsq5s4DI2zQR7xDLHdjV_byBdTokoDVNB_eI_ERrTdQCG-a7lSwrglNiRWL76jQbQb86YweiV9U/s400/web14.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /></div></span><div align="left"><br /><br /></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#990000;"></span></div><div align="left"><br /><br /></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#990000;"></span></div><div align="left"><br /><br /></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#990000;"></span></div><div align="left"><br /><br /></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#990000;"></span></div><div align="left"><br /><br /></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#990000;"></span></div><div align="left"><br /><br /></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#990000;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#990000;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#990000;">We arrived late, right at the best time, and it was one of the best nights I have had at PS 14. Bands inside and outside constantly rotating, it was hard to walk though the people and hard to dance inside, so we stayed outside the whole time except for the repetitive trips to the bathroom.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjThneJaAtjHrLcwp_ftBB5Hip7QZKXYLFoSo8tfu0k1gq_n7cF_nL-yf53O2aqOAvcHUHMBoZteScdPZdl0Bb_YX20K2HSVUbpr7GWvmzkMD1PFjHi5ag3vOWGZ5VDtmj_W7xYsDZLyymU/s1600-h/web10.jpg"></a><br />There was a band from Orlando outside that talked and talked and talked, and thanked millions of people no one had any idea who they were.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhunpdC5_UaY6MDM4AHLo9DN8VvMDBsgblOYKlkigPpg-ongelIk_mQ04aTwmBFeEncd_aCDPyqd6TSue8rLpAO_bRikKlFkzprNUYFkVY5Rbvw8iRx6op6T0zUJ6-2HmxUlJN0aviWn01t/s1600-h/web5.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298267828520930578" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhunpdC5_UaY6MDM4AHLo9DN8VvMDBsgblOYKlkigPpg-ongelIk_mQ04aTwmBFeEncd_aCDPyqd6TSue8rLpAO_bRikKlFkzprNUYFkVY5Rbvw8iRx6op6T0zUJ6-2HmxUlJN0aviWn01t/s400/web5.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />“We don’t care,” I yelled, it had been too long without music.<br />“Go back to Orlando,” somebody else said.<br /><br />It was funny.<br /><br />We saw </span><a href="http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewProfile&friendID=40954651"><span style="color:#000000;">Gato and Johan </span></a><span style="color:#990000;">and many other musicians who came to remember Adam, including his brother Josh. There was another concert/open mic in his honor on Saturday at his house, and although I couldn’t make since I was hosting a party myself, I heard it was amazing.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgi_RvCtwAmLz67fgMY9NX2tEEy-Y-2ytbs6ztHb3I3SWXHCq4YNFEg6bMbTEgf8ejpT-bvIy-fIKN4jmotjsCImzjAkvYkQCnfUUXjm733Va0U0GbvUAT5sGD55u4AJ9efxS-m7lPZvut9/s1600-h/web6.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298267498607243298" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgi_RvCtwAmLz67fgMY9NX2tEEy-Y-2ytbs6ztHb3I3SWXHCq4YNFEg6bMbTEgf8ejpT-bvIy-fIKN4jmotjsCImzjAkvYkQCnfUUXjm733Va0U0GbvUAT5sGD55u4AJ9efxS-m7lPZvut9/s400/web6.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /></span><span style="color:#990000;"><br /></div></span><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#990000;"></span></div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#990000;"></span></div><div align="left"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjniGQubMCSGbSmGVdoojfm-lfZvAU_f3ZIz6Tc7LBDedvJB6u6PgsWAwmt1rZmNBMbhvCOOKJrgl95_q6yUD22pIhxvSmQiVNwNgUrGxGiNdf6mdRvsctTMX2U3RV6l-1KE4xrCzxR6wOZ/s1600-h/web4.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298270742940165570" style="FLOAT: left; 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MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLDyMoy_-Xu2O7mOLvZY3kDy4rqKeWYhihX61vDklZo1yAJt_Q0KRX3UbQLdv1Hm0O7Hi5i7usNoHtAWipdbaoZSv4gacG9P9kkxXgBqTjd6hEnCpgECjabKXjc_XrlBRaHB9vZDfSUnzu/s400/web11.jpg" border="0" /></a></span></div><div align="left"><br /><br /></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#990000;"></span></div><div align="left"><br /><br /></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#990000;"></span></div><div align="left"><br /><br /></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#990000;"></span></div><div align="left"><br /><br /></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#990000;"></span></div><div align="left"><br /><br /></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#990000;"></span></div><div align="left"><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRkAfwxwjxAAleg7G2Zug2-kmdpe950mDef7shsQxpFmYw83kL4gjO_a9A0hBpMmq5UoV6ToCoT9gS1F05iwF_hJkPnIVXMmDJP60HGxKZ4I5sutR7qEgWMxSXGCI4EJ90Lljy1zKc5Uyi/s1600-h/web1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298270639788270914" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRkAfwxwjxAAleg7G2Zug2-kmdpe950mDef7shsQxpFmYw83kL4gjO_a9A0hBpMmq5UoV6ToCoT9gS1F05iwF_hJkPnIVXMmDJP60HGxKZ4I5sutR7qEgWMxSXGCI4EJ90Lljy1zKc5Uyi/s400/web1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#990000;">At </span><a href="http://www.myspace.com/thevagabondmiami"><span style="color:#000000;">Vagabond </span></a><span style="color:#990000;">we met people and people, as always, it probable is the worst place to cheat on the whole of Greater Miami. We were by the fountain and the dj kept on playing punchi punchi, until I approached him and politely asked for some hip hop. Tonight is not hip hop night, he said. But ended up completely giving in: after a few minutes we had what we wanted for the rest of the night and danced to old school beats.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJ7XgSUyF5LzdKS5wGvR9BKQRGPKWaCwku5T0_YlztJAoglVAiCr9AjcPm6-Dv1SwkrwEJze-r4qexbUGkjCWTwrRuGLpV1nNSm2uXvpQoQLpxC7Wq1iRqTWWwrx1YRvK9tpChquN0thPC/s1600-h/web.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298267939523133394" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJ7XgSUyF5LzdKS5wGvR9BKQRGPKWaCwku5T0_YlztJAoglVAiCr9AjcPm6-Dv1SwkrwEJze-r4qexbUGkjCWTwrRuGLpV1nNSm2uXvpQoQLpxC7Wq1iRqTWWwrx1YRvK9tpChquN0thPC/s400/web.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /></div></span><div align="left"><br /><br /></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#990000;"></span></div><div align="left"><br /><br /></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#990000;"></span></div><div align="left"><br /><br /></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#990000;"></span></div><div align="left"><br /><br /></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#990000;"></span></div><div align="left"><br /><br /></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#990000;"></span></div><div align="left"><br /><br /></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#990000;"></span></div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#990000;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#990000;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#990000;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#990000;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#990000;">We took the after party to my house where we celebrated glamorously with champagne and something else until 6:30 am. </span></div><div align="left"><br /><span style="color:#990000;">Thanks to my love, <a href="http://web.mac.com/patilaylle/Pati_Photo_Site/Welcome.html"><span style="color:#000000;">Pati Laylle</span> </a>, for pictures.<br /></div></span>Begohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05139979231834851980noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3573515170768174870.post-47160189049610503222009-01-28T12:08:00.000-08:002009-01-28T12:44:46.382-08:00R.I.P Adam<span style="color:#000000;">Many of you have heard of the sudden death of known talented Miami musician Adam Hernandez.<br /></span><div></div><div><span style="color:#000000;">Adam was an incredible musician and a great partier. Handsome and nice, you will be missed in Miami by artist, musicians, writers and party companions. We are sadden by this and will remember you for your talent and spirit. </span></div><div><span style="color:#000000;"></span></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggQC-u-rpOr-Olfrwxc1lrEXU4xaMhv9nRb-6UR1nIa98jtjw7srrnfSObN30a99mR2mizTxOTJ52OLFTH-vwuxopGzPpfMXQJakd-5iwcDZy3tCoAJG-VvD3eHZtNfgNumswU43VvHmu1/s1600-h/adam+2.jpg"><span style="color:#000000;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296440264093845026" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggQC-u-rpOr-Olfrwxc1lrEXU4xaMhv9nRb-6UR1nIa98jtjw7srrnfSObN30a99mR2mizTxOTJ52OLFTH-vwuxopGzPpfMXQJakd-5iwcDZy3tCoAJG-VvD3eHZtNfgNumswU43VvHmu1/s320/adam+2.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="color:#000000;"> </span><div></div><div><span style="color:#000000;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#000000;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#000000;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#000000;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#000000;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#000000;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#000000;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#000000;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#000000;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#000000;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#000000;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#000000;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#000000;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#000000;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#000000;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#000000;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#000000;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#000000;">The Miami New Times Writes:<br />"Adam "Atom Xmas" Hernandez of Miami's </span><a href="http://www.myspace.com/dyslexicpostcards"><span style="color:#3333ff;">Dyslexic Postcards</span></a><span style="color:#000000;"> passed away sometime this past Saturday, January 24. Hernandez was a fixture in the Miami music scene for the past several years, frequently collaborating with his brother Josh. At the time of his death, he was developing a new music project called </span><a href="http://www.myspace.com/atomicxmas"><span style="color:#3333ff;">Atomic Xmas</span></a><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="color:#000099;">,</span> and most recently had been bartending at </span><a href="http://www.thevagabondmiami.com/"><span style="color:#3333ff;">the Vagabond</span></a><span style="color:#000000;">. Hernandez was 26 years old. A memorial service is being planned by his family; the details are forthcoming."</span></div>Begohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05139979231834851980noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3573515170768174870.post-37378954024476172412009-01-28T11:16:00.000-08:002009-02-05T08:28:43.692-08:00VIP at the BMC and Heidegger<span style="color:#6633ff;"></span><span style="color:#6633ff;">I must have had like eight glasses of wine. But, I wasn’t driving so it was all good. I really didn’t even know who was going to take me home, since the new location for <a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?page=2&aid=2192180&id=18707315#/group.php?gid=7609601492&ref=ts"><span style="color:#cc0000;">The Black Mangrove Collective</span></a> is so close to my house that I could really walk back if it comes to that. Although, I would rather wait until I buy the pepper spray to walk so late in Wynwood. The truth is that nothing has ever happened to me and I walk more than the average Miamian does in his neighborhood. Except for the occasional story of a tourist getting robbed, or a car window getting smashed for a radio, Wynwood is not as bad as some ignorant people of the area put it.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296428727627959090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiu3iLFmjquh61CXhNE10f7Dt7DG_w81gzgYsVFii2CkdP1xvPlDBl51skmJFLgps4CKpCpD0nO-kTipWuf6GuYgtcYDmIGXvSgHvEJuWmSaXqzck7Kg_hfkddjpvpXm4lCETLH66DNNnZ-/s320/bmc.jpg" border="0" /></span><span style="color:#6633ff;">The actual Collective has not been yet open to the public and there will be an official opening, but some of us were invited to the secret VIP party, the first one in this location. Although, it still needs a lot of work, Pat has already a sweet place. High ceilings, some gigantic art work and an abandoned blue convertible in the back. Feb. 8 will be the first official event, so keep in touch.</span> <div align="left"><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMjmlhkqBqMIdp3f5XFdtunFEyA5rfVt-1cIjmCpTlX8re8Lcwkzs0QNZIJKighbNYKsR3hV4tMX7LV6kY7GqK0O7iRcFw3zW4I0et9Mht2pVczka55HDfVWSUnIRPLIFDWezMnsptjHcY/s1600-h/bmc3.jpg"><span style="color:#6633ff;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296430009705547922" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMjmlhkqBqMIdp3f5XFdtunFEyA5rfVt-1cIjmCpTlX8re8Lcwkzs0QNZIJKighbNYKsR3hV4tMX7LV6kY7GqK0O7iRcFw3zW4I0et9Mht2pVczka55HDfVWSUnIRPLIFDWezMnsptjHcY/s320/bmc3.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="color:#6633ff;">The “Wine and Cheese Party,” they couldn’t find a more elitist intellectual cliché name, was in honor of Yaniv, a great friend and party soldier who I met through philosophy at FIU. He is gone to New York to intern in communications and we’ll drink for him on Saturday. “I thought it was New Yorkers who were coming to Miami,” I told him. Things are not too great there, nor here, I guess. But, at least here it is not freezing, we don’t have hundreds of Wall Street people on the streets looking for jobs and there are Cuban pastelitos.<br /></span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#6633ff;"><br /></span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#6633ff;">Saw <a href="http://www.miamiherald.com/multimedia/features/jdcooks/index.html"><span style="color:#cc0000;">J.D.</span></a><span style="color:#cc0000;"> </span>and <a href="http://www.miamiherald.com/news/miami-dade/story/873728.html"><span style="color:#cc0000;">Robert Samuels</span></a>, and laughed a lot with both of them. Then had more wine and talked about the play I went to see earlier that day at NOVA’s theater.<br /><br /></span><a href="http://www.miamiherald.com/entertainment/columnists/christine-dolen/story/857328.html"><span style="color:#ff0000;">“A Report on The Banality of Love”</span></a><span style="color:#6633ff;"> by my former FIU Journalism Professor Mario Diament, a great playwright who has won a couple of Carbonells to mention the least. We were particularly interested in this play because it was about the love affair between Martin Heidegger and Hannah Ardent, and we consider ourselves to be some type of Heidegger groupies.<br /><br />It was a bit shocking for me to see Heidegger being loving and passionate and caring and playing around in bed with a naked woman, I said to Diament during the post-play discussion: I have read Heidegger’s work but never his correspondence, and the truth is that I had never even thought of wondering how Heidegger was as a person. How did you get to create his personality?<br />“It is easy because brilliant people always behave stupidly in bed,” Diament said.<br /><br />I told the anecdote at the party to those who know about Heidegger. Philosophical souls such as Rudo, who graduated from New College in Philosophy. He took me home with Alex who is looking as beautiful as ever. <span style="color:#cc0000;">Love makes you pretty.</span> </span></div>Begohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05139979231834851980noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3573515170768174870.post-87135228259793021802009-01-13T10:45:00.000-08:002009-01-14T08:08:46.373-08:00Where is La Saguesera?<span style="color:#ff0000;">So, I began having this heated discussion with my father about what exactly constitutes geographically the famous Saguecera.<br /><br />For those lucky ignorant souls who do not know La Saguesera, it is the name given to the area South of Flagler (including Flagler) and West of, more or less, La Le Jeune, and ending in about Miller, because after that it becomes Kendall, and that is another story. At least that is my take. My father went on insisting that la Saguesera is simply the South West of Miami. I even went online to research the meaning and actually it is defined by the urban dictionary as:<br /></span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">1. <a href="http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=saguesera"><span style="color:#330000;">saguesera</span></a> Cuban slang for an area in Miami going from Little Havana all down the famous Calle Ocho(8th street)and into the southwest area of Miami Dade county. Populated mainly by Cubans as well as other Hispanic groups. e.g. I used to live in La Saguesera when I was a kid. </span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291181615254321314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJtmce95Gq2_XX0rXPjskCrQmq1AzuLfhC_a4mKBcklU8hK40Zx1HbiiVWJOWvdGsXoI_yyIeCnKrpZ4lo0bM7h8PcABX3cgyek-GJ0AwoyRPUL4nJqfkKc1PGTZJ-MHZSx4J61dWPIx3t/s400/sagueceramao.jpg" border="0" /></span><span style="color:#ff0000;">So even though, La Saguesera is really a geographic terminology—it derives from South West--Southwestcera—Saguecera—it means a lot more than that. Homestead, for example, is in the South West of Miami and I think anyone who knows Miami can agree that Homestead is not part of La Saguesera. </span><br /><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">You know when you find yourself in La Saguecera. It definitely starts on Flagler. Get off on the Palmetto exit and drive through its traffic-over-saturated streets: where traffic signs have no meaning, and you can buy flowers and churros and mamoncillos at the light.<br /></span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">Turn on 107th and then really get to know traffic. Try to make it up to Calle Ocho and see how long it takes you or how many Cuban Cafeterias or strip mall you can count. Pass by Bird Road's Reys Pizza and have a traditional Banana-onion Pizza (this is actually excellent) and drive out of there aggressively or not drive at all.<br /></span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">I was surprised when I found </span><a href="http://www.time.com/time/magazine/article/0,9171,908846,00.html"><span style="color:#000000;">Time Magazine</span></a><span style="color:#ff0000;"> referring to La Saguesera as the area of Little Havana only. The truth is that Little Havana is not even that much to the West, which is why I had never even considered it part of La Saguesera. Little Havana is one thing: smaller, there aren’t a million strip malls and it is pretty and cultural. La Saguesera is the chaos, where people get lost, where you don’t want to drive to. My friend Jeremy says Flagler puts a limit to where he can have friends. Once they cross the line to the West, they are lost in La Saguesera forever.</span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;"><span style="color:#000000;">*Map provided by Webmistress Barbie</span> </span>Begohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05139979231834851980noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3573515170768174870.post-49093559422198624342009-01-09T11:50:00.000-08:002009-01-09T12:58:24.049-08:00Just Got Back and Already Busy<div><span style="color:#3366ff;">So, if there is one thing us Miamians do is get out of the city every time there is a break. </span><br /><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;">During Christmas break the streets get filled with Russians, Italians, Venezuelans and other annoying tourists of the sort and so we get the hell out of here.</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;">Plus, most of us Miamians come from other places and so therefore have other places to go to and visit family, friends and others one is supposed to see on Christmas. </span><br /><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;">So, I went to my native Venezuela for two weeks and spend one week in beautiful but Chavezly-destroyed <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Caracas"><span style="color:#009900;">Caracas</span></a> and one week in the inspiring <a href="http://www.venezuelatuya.com/margarita/indexeng.htm"><span style="color:#009900;">Island of Margarita</span></a>.</span><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2C8kmRI_sLbhN76WSv5GHFPHeOwIMfEmzmITQrudl08wRXfGz6E5BesuU38NQmO5e9i7MP6dfecPsuT7mk-ArEjbNtOyegDGJ7aoHCo8msV1vh-kzViRsplJcIfwmPlh7KYk2XfMH7Iki/s1600-h/margarita+240.jpg"><span style="color:#3366ff;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289394431068505746" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2C8kmRI_sLbhN76WSv5GHFPHeOwIMfEmzmITQrudl08wRXfGz6E5BesuU38NQmO5e9i7MP6dfecPsuT7mk-ArEjbNtOyegDGJ7aoHCo8msV1vh-kzViRsplJcIfwmPlh7KYk2XfMH7Iki/s320/margarita+240.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="color:#3366ff;"><br /></span><span style="color:#3366ff;">Being in an Island for New Year's is a good Omen, I told my sister Yolanda, and really other than my encounter with the Fourth World at the ferry, comprised of huge malandros skipping the line, pushing old ladies and kids, riding on a ferry that is to say the least 50 years old in which every seat was dirtier than the last one and getting to the island at 6 a.m with the Venezuelan Hymn playing in the taxi because the ferry was 5 hours late, everything else inside the island was pretty awesome. </span><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFDGdKzSriXuSTlytnHAm0vNP_AD8ltAp8ovRxPiOr9XeJxsm4LSf8aCmq2K7HyDSps1JZ2NNUVWKhEvs20qonyPFChi-1rCSWbhpDeJ6Nfmr4rJMzBCSRSOt4rlPBBa-zSJhKR6VhiECG/s1600-h/margarita+006.jpg"><span style="color:#3366ff;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289393387510667810" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFDGdKzSriXuSTlytnHAm0vNP_AD8ltAp8ovRxPiOr9XeJxsm4LSf8aCmq2K7HyDSps1JZ2NNUVWKhEvs20qonyPFChi-1rCSWbhpDeJ6Nfmr4rJMzBCSRSOt4rlPBBa-zSJhKR6VhiECG/s320/margarita+006.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="color:#3366ff;"><br /></span><span style="color:#3366ff;">For the rest, I have to humbly admit that you should be very jealous of my week in this Caribbean island. The experience was not only filled with breathtaking beaches, mountains, lakes and little villages, but mostly it was filled with Delicious Food. Fried fish by the sea, after which we took a night deep, octopus, arepas, empanadas, the freshest oysters in the world brought to our tent in a bucket and almost given to us in the mouth, tostones, calamaris, shrimp, avocados, morcilla, pernil, chorizo and so much more. </span><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKgZbGS-FUsONwJTy2L4lDmp3NV3MYs7m3DhyphenhyphenM8_hnI6lQYKaZEarRGaKe-iAkdyt6baQQjOWU7GSICFKZb0P3VJaMxwt5WCQJRU9CkVhZUTTHw28KDRMxp_aNs_kC6gMSSTlLhFQg9eZD/s1600-h/margarita+071.jpg"><span style="color:#3366ff;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289394244703603122" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKgZbGS-FUsONwJTy2L4lDmp3NV3MYs7m3DhyphenhyphenM8_hnI6lQYKaZEarRGaKe-iAkdyt6baQQjOWU7GSICFKZb0P3VJaMxwt5WCQJRU9CkVhZUTTHw28KDRMxp_aNs_kC6gMSSTlLhFQg9eZD/s320/margarita+071.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="color:#3366ff;"><br /></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIf5Ox6tWS-VE1vDWC5LRTgs4KpGWQ01Dbrz1xXAfNNUs32raPsV3FhvMTrmZVen4cyz2zb2RDcGpsOvJidbVHgTB7XMV8CX0T0m4JcLMK9dIRJJfluCDF9xF3w9xsM6MiA7oqhblmtvzs/s1600-h/margarita+243.jpg"><span style="color:#3366ff;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289393872928122402" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIf5Ox6tWS-VE1vDWC5LRTgs4KpGWQ01Dbrz1xXAfNNUs32raPsV3FhvMTrmZVen4cyz2zb2RDcGpsOvJidbVHgTB7XMV8CX0T0m4JcLMK9dIRJJfluCDF9xF3w9xsM6MiA7oqhblmtvzs/s320/margarita+243.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="color:#3366ff;"><br /></span><span style="color:#3366ff;">Since <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hugo_Ch%C3%A1vez"><span style="color:#009900;">Chavez</span></a> has reduced the number of direct flights from and to the enemy U.S. on the way back, even though is less than 3 hours to get there on a direct flight, it took me the whole day to get back to my tropical paradise, which has the difference that in it I have to work and go to school. On the way back, I stopped at Puerto Rico and it brought me memories of a passed trip to this another beautiful island. </span><br /><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;">So, now I am back to my reality, but there is nothing to fear because I have already been pretty busy. After I had a day off in which I slept most of the day, ate at Andiamo and went to sleep again, on Wednesday I passed by The News Lounge (ok, can I get out of that radius) for the night that my friend Pat Walsh has been doing for a while now.</span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;"><a href="http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewProfile&friendID=29380987"><span style="color:#009900;">Jose El Rey</span> </a>was playing and that could only mean one thing: Fun. </span><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhe2RSgDdUrG4sH4LS9UUuhgNesrZjikcVraB345t9VJgCfRtjsYafndg4uvPhX4dVuS9uYqFJ75pQ3pO5t7bzpI5kmpO179c5gwSpYjF8ealGGfz4OWPvsql0KdN4hyphenhyphen2x_DtPoQudTZi3S/s1600-h/jose+el+rey.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289399436901017138" style="WIDTH: 202px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhe2RSgDdUrG4sH4LS9UUuhgNesrZjikcVraB345t9VJgCfRtjsYafndg4uvPhX4dVuS9uYqFJ75pQ3pO5t7bzpI5kmpO179c5gwSpYjF8ealGGfz4OWPvsql0KdN4hyphenhyphen2x_DtPoQudTZi3S/s320/jose+el+rey.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;">And, it was. While i was catching up with my friend Jeremy, who did stay in Miami for good, and received the New Year with a kiss at the Forge, where they serve champagne and breakfast, I saw everybody, everybody there. Good crowd Pat. </span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;">There was reporter <a href="http://iknowmiami.blogspot.com/2008/09/reporters-party-and-vagabond.html"><span style="color:#33cc00;">J.D. Kaleem</span></a>, who I hadn't seen in so long i was starting to get worried, when he lived far in The Roads I saw him more than now that he is in the District with Robert Samuels. I also saw singer <a href="http://www.oly.cc/"><span style="color:#33cc00;">Oly</span></a>, who invited me to an all-girls sewing party at her house. I couldn't make it but wish I had, my sewing machine has been bored on top of a desk for too long, and of course saw my crowd of intellectual activists, some from FIU some from other schools. </span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;">Thursday I passed by <a href="http://www.fl-news.com/katana/"><span style="color:#009900;">Katana Restaurant,</span></a> which can actually get more full than what it already was. The restaurant of my childhood, since I grew up on 71st-little Buenos Aires, has won the Best of Miami New Times last year and has become more famous than what it can accommodate. They are not accepting reservation and once you get seated you have to look at all these people standing around the small place waiting for you to finish and fighting for who got there first. It was delicious as always anyway and they had some new rolls like the mango chutney one.</span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;">Today Friday the plan is <a href="http://www.thevagabondmiami.com/"><span style="color:#009900;">Vagabond,</span></a> although this is usually a Saturday's plan is Pati's bday and we shall celebrate it as she deserves it, with excesses. </span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;">See ya there fellow Miamians. </span></div>Begohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05139979231834851980noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3573515170768174870.post-75086498853954327282008-12-05T12:07:00.000-08:002008-12-05T19:47:05.036-08:00Alex Grey and the Psychedelic World of Art<div style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrpYKl1jvskt9NKUnUqh3fZUT9T_SzdLJiprJVGrAuoS3gffaJlwACg2neKbWBzHS5R1qL1pzCUCUlUSo0W539LXQehAPrXooHFXidx_Zc3U0JKqZ9dtx9m8Z6UeI1EYkcryAiyrKsM5a_/s1600-h/DSC00390%5B1%5D.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276400629123503346" style="width: 320px; height: 240px;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrpYKl1jvskt9NKUnUqh3fZUT9T_SzdLJiprJVGrAuoS3gffaJlwACg2neKbWBzHS5R1qL1pzCUCUlUSo0W539LXQehAPrXooHFXidx_Zc3U0JKqZ9dtx9m8Z6UeI1EYkcryAiyrKsM5a_/s320/DSC00390%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">by Jorge Fernandez</span><div style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">Pati has been working like a mule at the Basel in South Beach. </div><div style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">Yesterday, she was finally able to leave at 5 p.m. instead of late at night like every day since this whole caravan started. </div><div style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">There was a good reason to come out early, Alex Grey was speaking with a panel of other experts and artists on the history of psychedelics and art. </div><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">Yes, I did get to see him, and I know you are jealous.<br />The thing started at 8 pm, so to burn some time we walked up 36st from my apt. to see the galleries that have opened along the street solely for the purpose of Basel, once the circus is gone so are they.</span><br /><div style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhP9oBLzhoOndPo60WA5IxO9T8s43jZZ3_zx3BOJASxK_cDmxpOpCga4Vvndj3zIa74evb6vcM9_jRv_eWH4Pk15GTfrhfEJAXRlPxJoDAQ9CewFHUmxTsvxKU6h25sg0c5DTMGqV4tZZd1/s1600-h/DSC00391%5B1%5D.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276400817497485682" style="width: 240px; height: 320px;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhP9oBLzhoOndPo60WA5IxO9T8s43jZZ3_zx3BOJASxK_cDmxpOpCga4Vvndj3zIa74evb6vcM9_jRv_eWH4Pk15GTfrhfEJAXRlPxJoDAQ9CewFHUmxTsvxKU6h25sg0c5DTMGqV4tZZd1/s320/DSC00391%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><div style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">By John Berry</div><div style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">We started at Sculpt Miami, where friendly giants like this one welcome you into a world of fantasy. It is free and fun, pass by there if you are in the area.<br /></div><div style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgu7tI2p5_Fs7cPUZiF94ecfMfadtzssGMsl1EYSwB9BBcGGHQIuVdnUTNy9QziI_7Vb0Wfa3nwxTXkZ5EG_WqeARgvzTrdke9G4_86LNZbubeYjjMHCMNqXxnqUa4_NpwleeI-kqeb4Pjk/s1600-h/DSC00397%5B1%5D.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276400925260813250" style="width: 320px; height: 240px;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgu7tI2p5_Fs7cPUZiF94ecfMfadtzssGMsl1EYSwB9BBcGGHQIuVdnUTNy9QziI_7Vb0Wfa3nwxTXkZ5EG_WqeARgvzTrdke9G4_86LNZbubeYjjMHCMNqXxnqUa4_NpwleeI-kqeb4Pjk/s320/DSC00397%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">Inside the giant mushroom, in the garden of 7th Circuit Studio.</span><br /><div style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">We thought of taking a cab, but then we wondered why do what all the tourists are doing when we are from here? and walked back to get the car. Drove down 3 NW Av, where we saw no cars, a big contrats to the chaos of cops, journalists and artsies of Biscayne and 2nd NE AV.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkBG8sqxy0YsiKQkDxZRIL_Vpf34ny5qQFF_ipwz1jihqBNAMa3B8gztEANKXTiBWmnkMXMHuAHZra63xIWwoWUpsCJXej9BRPkq9C8qBOngaPS-jPnZBzDyaaUJGDAcYOuqKR6xr4Zb7m/s1600-h/alex+grey.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276400346347048578" style="width: 243px; height: 320px;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkBG8sqxy0YsiKQkDxZRIL_Vpf34ny5qQFF_ipwz1jihqBNAMa3B8gztEANKXTiBWmnkMXMHuAHZra63xIWwoWUpsCJXej9BRPkq9C8qBOngaPS-jPnZBzDyaaUJGDAcYOuqKR6xr4Zb7m/s320/alex+grey.bmp" border="0" /></a></div><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">We got to 7th Circuit Studio and paid the exaggerated $20, but inside we found many many people, music, Grey's works hanged all over the studio and delicious free organic food. The $5 large wines were not bad either. Mixed partying were philosophy crews, yogis, artists and druggies, it was beautiful. </span><br /><div style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0UiFeFtXbWYrYsjj04og4JjCpClz0WCIxGUNhYqpnimcBa7CfBJUqI7P69D82nYyvAhQscYQH8m5miCLV397OJku95QXAqR4FA62xZarwv4RWRxpZkw5l4B6aleuqu2zLETeybXaASLh_/s1600-h/DSC00400%5B1%5D.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276400727924264690" style="width: 320px; height: 240px;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0UiFeFtXbWYrYsjj04og4JjCpClz0WCIxGUNhYqpnimcBa7CfBJUqI7P69D82nYyvAhQscYQH8m5miCLV397OJku95QXAqR4FA62xZarwv4RWRxpZkw5l4B6aleuqu2zLETeybXaASLh_/s320/DSC00400%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">After waiting for a couple of hours for fans to get their books and posters signed by Grey, who looks more like a rock star than a painter, we finally sat down to hear the presentation. </span><div style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">Grey showed a slide show with works of art from various civilizations that depicted hallucigens, psychodelics or the expierence of them.<br />FIU Professor, Manny Torres, an expert in Art Theory and botany in the area of psychedelics, spoke about shamans and their power, about how almost unnatural it is for a human not take any kind of drug, because humanity has been doing it since its beginning with coffee, tobacco and mushrooms.<br />To top the night we dined together at Buena Vista Bistro, sat outside in the beautiful weather, wearing our sweaters and drinking Fin du Monde.<br /></div>Begohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05139979231834851980noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3573515170768174870.post-26108651993914674082008-12-04T06:37:00.000-08:002008-12-04T10:00:28.488-08:00Where do you need to be during Art Time?<span style="color:#000099;">Ok, this is the schedule:</span><br /><span style="color:#000099;"></span><br /><span style="color:#000099;"><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Thursday:</span> </span><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Check out the satellite fairs at Wynwood and the Design District. I will be passing by <a href="http://www.scope-art.com/Index.php/miami/"><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Scope</span></a><span style="color:#cc33cc;">,</span> where there is a giant bouncing house in which we can all bounce together and also the <a href="http://www.art-miami.com/ME2/Audiences/Default.asp?AudID=F468AE5279F04FE68E53E24E8934FBDF"><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Art Miami fair</span> </a>nearby. </span><br /><span style="color:#000099;">I also wanted to pass by the so called <a href="http://www.reddotfair.com/MIAMI2009/schedule-miami.htm"><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Red Dot Art Fair</span></a>, right there on 36st and second av. </span><br /><span style="color:#000099;">I'll then pass by the <a href="http://www.facebook.com/events.php?ref=sb#/event.php?eid=37566852158"><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Bas Fisher Invitational gallery</span></a>, where they will be having an opening for 12 artists from 6-9 p.m. 180 NE 39th Street, suite 210<br />It will be hard to fit it all tonight, but I will try my best, because there is also the <a href="http://www.facebook.com/events.php#/event.php?eid=47268236457"><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Naked Sushi</span> </a>at <a href="http://www.sushidoraku.com/"><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Doraku</span></a>, where you can eat sushi off naked model's bodies, and I wanted to try some of that. </span><br /><span style="color:#000099;">There is also a lot going on at the Riltz-Carlton, I was going to pass by yesterday, but wanted to save some energy right at the beginning of the week.<a href="http://www.miami.com/"><span style="color:#cc33cc;"> Miami.com</span> </a>was kind enough to invite me to a secret and mysterious Art Lover's Cocktail Party at the Ritz from 8 to 10 p.m.</span><br /><span style="color:#000099;">To finish the night go see <a href="http://www.facebook.com/events.php#/event.php?eid=35925764550"><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Eddie o Live</span> </a>at 168 SE 1 Street, this famous dj from New York is a staple of our time. She will throw down some good shit. </span><br /><span style="color:#000099;"></span><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Friday:<br /></span><span style="color:#000099;">Well, even though my favorite part of Art Basel is the side events, it is once a year and we should go at least once. don't want to pay the $55 to get in? Get the after 5 p.m. entrance for $15, and be out of there just in time for Sobe's better time.</span><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Go to the Lummus Park, in front of Ocean Drive, where during the whole weekend they will have live art performances for free. </span><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Since you are already in Sobe, go to <a href="http://rokbarmiami.com/"><span style="color:#cc33cc;">RockBar</span></a>, which is having an all weekend-long Art Basel party. </span><br /><span style="color:#000099;">If you decided to do the District instead of Sobe on Friday, the Downtown area is moving fast this week. </span><br /><span style="color:#000099;"><a href="http://www.facebook.com/events.php#/event.php?eid=35795102258"><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Fredric Snitzer Gallery</span> </a>is having an opening on Friday, and those are always good. 7:00-10 p.m.</span><br /><span style="color:#000099;">The Vagabond will be having Asics, the world's Largest Lite Brite,a modern pop culture master piece, with Modernage performing Live, lots of cool djs and free entrance before 11 p.m. assuming anyone could get anywhere before 11. </span><br /><span style="color:#000099;">The White Room has Spider Pussy hosting Adult and Yi Yip performing Live, go to the event <a href="http://www.facebook.com/events.php#/event.php?eid=48763807533"><span style="color:#cc33cc;">page </span></a>to see if you like the music, it sounds fun. </span><br /><span style="color:#000099;"></span><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Saturday:<br /></span><span style="color:#000099;">If by Saturday you still have not done any artsy stuff, then you probably do not live in Miami. </span><br /><span style="color:#000099;"></span><br /><span style="color:#000099;">If you feel you want to do something more in the low key and are tired of big events, go support The Black Mangrove, who will have an art exhibit on 1415 NE 129th Street from 6 to 11 p.m.</span><br /><span style="color:#000099;">The White Room has a party called the Factory, no cover before midnight and 2 for 1 cocktails before that same magical hour. Live performance, nefarious girl will be there to take your picture and make you famous and apparently there will be some kind of gift bags given out. </span><br /><span style="color:#000099;"></span><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Go walk around the galleries, they will all be open: say hello to the artists, meet some Eurotrash, art dealers, etc. If you are in the Design, take a ride in one of the bicycle cabs. </span><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Enjoy Art Basel is only once a year. </span><br /><span style="color:#000099;">See ya'll around. </span><br /><span style="color:#000099;"></span><br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;"></span>Begohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05139979231834851980noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3573515170768174870.post-19463041597242918372008-12-03T06:50:00.000-08:002009-02-05T08:29:10.613-08:00Baseling it up. What else?<span style="color:#ff6666;">Although, I was going to continue talking about my Thanksgiving adventures: Sushi Samba Buck 15, Australia, The White Room and stuff, there has been too much going on because of Art Basel, and it is only Wednesday. So, not fall behind with the news, with so much to do it is hard to find time to report, I skipped those adventures to tell you all about the world of art that came into Miami.<br /></span><br /><div><div><span style="color:#ff6666;">Monday night was the Art Basel kick off party at The Vagabond, but I decided to take it "slow" and go to Jazz night at Churchill's. Met Jeremy there and saw lovely Dani once again behind the bar since she had taken a hiatus that had made us all miss her. </span></div><div><span style="color:#ff6666;">Jeremy and I talked about how we were only having that one drink and going home. He sipped on his elegant sazerac which Chris made for him just the right way. "It is hard to get a sazerac done well around here," said Christ, when you are a bartender you get to talk about how other bartenders do not know how to make drinks right, nobody knows but them really. </span></div><div><span style="color:#ff6666;">Well, after the sazerac came Bolivarian Youth founder and director, hyper famous Michael Martinez, especially popular since he was lynched in Little Havana by angry Cubans at a rally as he protested against capitalism and praised Chavez, Fidel y El Che. </span></div><div><span style="color:#ff6666;">Mike was going to read his poetry in the outside stage, but later. So, he stayed with me having beers and talking politics, Jeremy was gone to South Beach. There goes getting home early. </span></div><div><span style="color:#ff6666;">We talked about beautiful Venezuela: Choroni and Merida and the crazy things that had happened to him there, of the time he met Chavez and the time he was robbed. </span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ff6666;">On Tuesday, although it was hard to go out after getting home so late from Churchill's, duty needed to be met. The plans were to fabulous not to. Although, it was only the first day of Art Basel, the streets of Wynwood and the Design District were filled with elegant people in coats walking up and down. It was chilly, but Jeremy and I walked up 36 Street to the Wine Bistro on second av.</span></div><div><span style="color:#ff6666;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#ff6666;">If you haven't been there you should. It has a pretty varied selection and most wines it offers are rare. The owners are French and really know their stuff. We had an antipasto and hummus and a bottle of an intense Californian Shiraz. </span></div><div><span style="color:#ff6666;">Too many plans, too many places we wanted to pass by. First stopping at the East Side Village Gallery, which had opened that same night. Although the art or ambiance weren't as superior, there was a lot of people and plenty of free alcohol. </span></div><div><span style="color:#ff6666;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#ff6666;">Plenty of free alcohol is how all this Art Basel stuff works. I have never seen so many good sponsors everywhere. At this gallery it was Grey Goose, the second one, Hacs, it was a cognac and champagne. hmmm champagne. </span></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgCjZsEuV800YZFQjQzlShakoAFsDfxiNjcXOKHNEkQAmYpoh1Mz3TGtePuowUXopjweF_FR9swuGMDHHIQfAxUSvcPe2GrcjDIHaBc9x-t4psZ_gvgeEm7HfZZNCaBzpxHqMWZCNSertu/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275760251080102322" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 222px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgCjZsEuV800YZFQjQzlShakoAFsDfxiNjcXOKHNEkQAmYpoh1Mz3TGtePuowUXopjweF_FR9swuGMDHHIQfAxUSvcPe2GrcjDIHaBc9x-t4psZ_gvgeEm7HfZZNCaBzpxHqMWZCNSertu/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="color:#ff6666;">A friend of Jeremy was exhibiting there. Carl Pascuzzy and others everything was pretty sexual, scandalous and popsy. One of the artists made giant cakes of Britney Spears, Lindsay Lohan, Madonna and Paris Hilton and would cut out the pussy. They served cake, which matched the champagne perfectly. </span></div><div><span style="color:#ff6666;">We saw "scandalous" Nicholas Johnson, who wore a beret and painted mustaches and only spoke French for the rest of the night because he was in character.</span></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh96QbJoKn2XT0ooPUegWnsbMZ0_twcgBhZ78arTQtjX-qC9WKhTg65Wz8P84riwxIxf55_IAuLZx9m0CmSA7y_gEXtKRlcnd1jMtgPmlcNhyphenhyphen2aCUt7exJutWfV33j7ucLjkK6FDXVb6qfz/s1600-h/n1309658110_30216913_7944.jpg"><span style="color:#ff6666;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275758373919379362" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh96QbJoKn2XT0ooPUegWnsbMZ0_twcgBhZ78arTQtjX-qC9WKhTg65Wz8P84riwxIxf55_IAuLZx9m0CmSA7y_gEXtKRlcnd1jMtgPmlcNhyphenhyphen2aCUt7exJutWfV33j7ucLjkK6FDXVb6qfz/s400/n1309658110_30216913_7944.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><br /><div><span style="color:#ff6666;">Artist Naomi Fisher had sent me an invitation to a party at a gallery for that night. Although most of the galleries were closing down by this time, I was pretty sure this one was supposed to be partying until pretty late.</span></div><div><span style="color:#ff6666;">It was at the Galerie Emmanuel Perrotin, and it was a good party in the middle of a beautiful garden. </span></div><div><span style="color:#ff6666;">We danced with the guy dressed up as a lady bug and with the Euro trash that always fills up Miami during Basel. There was free alcohol, good music and weird people, just right. </span></div><div><span style="color:#ff6666;">Jeremy and I walked together all the way to 36 st. though the old Puerto Rican barrio.</span></div></div>Begohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05139979231834851980noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3573515170768174870.post-90027560503087759552008-12-01T15:11:00.000-08:002008-12-04T11:04:20.216-08:00No Solo de Pan Vive el Hombre<span style="color:#cc33cc;">Also on tofu and vodka.</span><br /><div><div><div><div><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLIrfnIPIT3B6LQhV2UeQSZBfwWPbqop16y7aMqF8esnfE40ICTELZvVYqkDSczCNe6MKGaiWxu2I3sEHoXvXSVpupJSPRNe0SRXkPRgHOqnrgv2ovDM1EWtiDLDKd73ktL8P3z8oJGRdr/s1600-h/canon+065.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275022014264341858" style="WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLIrfnIPIT3B6LQhV2UeQSZBfwWPbqop16y7aMqF8esnfE40ICTELZvVYqkDSczCNe6MKGaiWxu2I3sEHoXvXSVpupJSPRNe0SRXkPRgHOqnrgv2ovDM1EWtiDLDKd73ktL8P3z8oJGRdr/s320/canon+065.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="color:#cc33cc;">After passing by Sobe and buying some cheap beauties at Urban Outfitters-sorry would rather die than go buy on Black Friday, at 5 am I am just about to go to sleep-I went home and started getting ready for my guests. </span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#cc33cc;">We decided to start the night with a dinner party to farewell my friend Danny Lu, who was leaving to India for 6months to do social work and help with the guilt trip, but ended up just getting his money back after the unfortunate terrorist attacks. So, hopefully he gets to go later on and we get to have another farewell party.</span></div><div><span style="color:#cc33cc;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGUUk0N2k8K_fif25bvl-7iVvNdjqQN5B_pQWibY3lK_KxjwMWxg8FpH_M0A76b9iPeWds7ksrKXBaYll92g7C1fBlDPwPHVndkMkBSfvGJNYO8NGAk1gRpRL7tAi2ctmfQ8wcWsMlb7EJ/s1600-h/canon+048.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275339534578922242" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGUUk0N2k8K_fif25bvl-7iVvNdjqQN5B_pQWibY3lK_KxjwMWxg8FpH_M0A76b9iPeWds7ksrKXBaYll92g7C1fBlDPwPHVndkMkBSfvGJNYO8NGAk1gRpRL7tAi2ctmfQ8wcWsMlb7EJ/s320/canon+048.jpg" border="0" /></a> </span><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0izJ0TNX5M9TBZuoaxeBwAoEBNi_muvgok9Bk1zbFC7eXM2wTHryvTzVvFEHz6NLO5Mhbggq3aAi2GWyO9uhe609-heJq7RsHGnSZpuTgBXsX2xxp2sWtIx3DSuSywJyUoOjedg5kE50x/s1600-h/canon+062.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275333824975059298" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0izJ0TNX5M9TBZuoaxeBwAoEBNi_muvgok9Bk1zbFC7eXM2wTHryvTzVvFEHz6NLO5Mhbggq3aAi2GWyO9uhe609-heJq7RsHGnSZpuTgBXsX2xxp2sWtIx3DSuSywJyUoOjedg5kE50x/s320/canon+062.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div><span style="color:#cc33cc;">The cooks were Danny and my lil sis Carolina, who was visiting from Gainsville, like lots of other people who were visiting Miami this Thanksgiving weekend. </span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Although later on, Caro and I ended up going to The Vagabond's 80s Prom Party, so late that it was already the 90s, the main part of the night was the dinner. </span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Total debauchery, Greek-like feast of food, love, drugs and dancing.</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Danny's dish: a stir-fried tofu with red curry, noodles and veggies, abso-freaking delicious, especially at 5 or so coming back from The Vagabond. Thanks DannyLu it hit the spot. </span></div><div><span style="color:#cc33cc;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Caro went for a delicious Ratatouille, even though our main vegetarian Vane was absent in D.C. and missed the awesome party, the whole meal was veggie-friendly. </span></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0Xr6XNOROQN0h3nXsw456uDqIemck3IwyR_Qy18Yacvx3g62-aJbkPsDpbf5R6MnS5xBzKjE_YHMpedVCZndobuxztvfbwiHRRb6l6AamyO5jbJcIs49iYJxqvVEpS_jftCkBOmgHkT8f/s1600-h/canon+070.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275340050888742770" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0Xr6XNOROQN0h3nXsw456uDqIemck3IwyR_Qy18Yacvx3g62-aJbkPsDpbf5R6MnS5xBzKjE_YHMpedVCZndobuxztvfbwiHRRb6l6AamyO5jbJcIs49iYJxqvVEpS_jftCkBOmgHkT8f/s320/canon+070.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="color:#cc33cc;">For desert we had pure fresh pomegranate with our hands. </span></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEireLBa5J8IPmU1qBHvnEhfM8Vavs6UBlVkKzZd4cccVfU6htxJy_Og747OeLalb5YxTRVwomQHqVelUXtSiqeJ0hAqpZJxNFYdYxX_dLKlDE2NYPqiDn_bD-W0XplUU-luEpEv4IySABjA/s1600-h/canon+094.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275340949570988290" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEireLBa5J8IPmU1qBHvnEhfM8Vavs6UBlVkKzZd4cccVfU6htxJy_Og747OeLalb5YxTRVwomQHqVelUXtSiqeJ0hAqpZJxNFYdYxX_dLKlDE2NYPqiDn_bD-W0XplUU-luEpEv4IySABjA/s320/canon+094.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="color:#cc33cc;">After much merengue-dancing, bubble-blowing, bjork-singing craziness some started departing against my will, I was still not ready.</span></div><div><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Soon enough Caro and I were getting a ride to The Vagabond with a bottle of POM juice filled with Vodka.</span></div><div><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Couldn't find my I.D. and dropped the bottle on the floor in front of the friendly Haitian bouncer.</span></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXawdcWA14rXMS1SZKYsy1jtHxGCaZMKSdP7dtDuQL21bBh_JH24gP9jrhWqLY1m4ER52wHOj3PcecoFyFUDtQJO8bntVm0B3yra_A6CMofUTmEx5XQ_OZAmw1-yo8ThEyiuXh3T_n4Ipq/s1600-h/canon+091.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275342847990578274" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXawdcWA14rXMS1SZKYsy1jtHxGCaZMKSdP7dtDuQL21bBh_JH24gP9jrhWqLY1m4ER52wHOj3PcecoFyFUDtQJO8bntVm0B3yra_A6CMofUTmEx5XQ_OZAmw1-yo8ThEyiuXh3T_n4Ipq/s320/canon+091.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="color:#cc33cc;">"You don't have id and you have that bottle gurl, what do you think?" he said.</span></div><div><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Boy c'mon is so late. He was in a good mood, at this hour it seems like everyone is. </span></div><div><span style="color:#cc33cc;">As soon as I walked in I encountered <a href="http://iknowmiami.blogspot.com/2008/10/glomorous-songs.html"><span style="color:#009900;">Modernage Mario</span></a>, dancing with two girls, who he dropped on the floor to hug me.</span></div><div><span style="color:#cc33cc;">I was as excited. The next day I got a text from him: "Nos Vimos!"</span></div><div><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Lol, I almost forgot, I wrote back. </span></div><div><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Since that close encounter of the first kind, since it was in the entrance, I never again saw him. </span></div><div><span style="color:#cc33cc;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Instead, inside the dark Vagabond dance floor, as I jumped and shook and tangled my hair to a level I would only discover the day after, I saw a guy dressed all in white, with long hair under a white hat, looked interesting, almost mysterious, until I discovered who it was. </span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Frenchie Sebastianne, famous in my circles from the times we both used to work at Blue Cafe, known for its Latin Saturday Nights, its bully bouncers, corruption and abundance of drugs. </span></div><div><span style="color:#cc33cc;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Also for its cute cocktail waitresses.</span></div><div><span style="color:#cc33cc;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#cc33cc;">We hugged and danced some more until I abandoned him for a group of Five Fabulous Gay Guys who had taken very seriously the whole 80s prom theme: excellent. </span></div><div><span style="color:#cc33cc;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Four days later I received a mysterious text message:</span></div><div><span style="color:#cc33cc;">"I saved this phone number earlier this week, who is this?"</span></div><div><span style="color:#cc33cc;">"Bego, who's this?"</span></div><div><span style="color:#cc33cc;">"Lol Sebastienne"</span></div><div><span style="color:#cc33cc;">We both knew why it was so funny.</span> </div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Begohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05139979231834851980noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3573515170768174870.post-19268556988137566492008-12-01T11:54:00.000-08:002008-12-01T14:57:42.191-08:00Early Turkey<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6ul3VCaU4MmUAm1rdVTvlD641-g-Hp1BNfIcUJHdBVy4uarUP-0ewD45KpRaJRC-ebArMVgyB-UhwMD3Ruh8-QV4-ewTWuj4cRh0Bqy00vcTiqHr3PaqETM_M25ad-j02CSr0r7YhFlj5/s1600-h/canon+011.jpg"><span style="color:#333300;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274956099527517522" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6ul3VCaU4MmUAm1rdVTvlD641-g-Hp1BNfIcUJHdBVy4uarUP-0ewD45KpRaJRC-ebArMVgyB-UhwMD3Ruh8-QV4-ewTWuj4cRh0Bqy00vcTiqHr3PaqETM_M25ad-j02CSr0r7YhFlj5/s400/canon+011.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="color:#333300;"><br /></span><div><div><span style="color:#333300;">I started my Thanksgiving fun early on Tuesday, being that the week before I had died because some gloomy dentists decided to yank out the little wisdom left in my mouth and the recuperation process was long and painful, especially for Miami, which had to endure all this time without me.<br /></span></div><div><span style="color:#333300;">It is obviously truth that some day we will evolve and be born without those bothersome useless bones, which at some point helped us chew raw mammoth. After spending more than a week at home, without being able to have any kind of amusement, I definitely fell behind in the evolutionary ladder. </span></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipKWqKjW3rdnuRepS_COv1pZzZNjqBVqDcMVmvoTyTbrYqZNCvpPYlsSJOlIonJHbyNzg2_ipWldrylwOiWzgqdNtDkuiyGaN58QgX4dBZuiLrbeozC8Fz4rT0bfGUNtGRfBG8x2D3LL2u/s1600-h/canon+012.jpg"><span style="color:#333300;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274955804750095954" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipKWqKjW3rdnuRepS_COv1pZzZNjqBVqDcMVmvoTyTbrYqZNCvpPYlsSJOlIonJHbyNzg2_ipWldrylwOiWzgqdNtDkuiyGaN58QgX4dBZuiLrbeozC8Fz4rT0bfGUNtGRfBG8x2D3LL2u/s400/canon+012.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="color:#333300;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="color:#333300;">On Tuesday night I stopped at <a href="http://iknowmiami.blogspot.com/2008/10/jam-at-mam-ii.html"><span style="color:#ff0000;">Jeremy's,</span></a> he had crazily enough decided to cook a whole turkey, even though he was abandoning me to go to Orlando, what is Orlando?, and spend the family Holiday with his family, he still wanted to cook the WHOLE turkey. </span></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhs8bRWjycmtdomjgSO7936QCN4GcqiMM9cb7iuhW9F3_tSTtPxd_Di-rQ5vAEe4LiDMhTkPRXUJ52-7sItwN2vLb6B40OKYss6ShHc1M3e435s884Gc7nSXp1oryHp3AiNF2TtZTls7l2E/s1600-h/canon+026.jpg"><span style="color:#ff0000;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274955025082751490" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhs8bRWjycmtdomjgSO7936QCN4GcqiMM9cb7iuhW9F3_tSTtPxd_Di-rQ5vAEe4LiDMhTkPRXUJ52-7sItwN2vLb6B40OKYss6ShHc1M3e435s884Gc7nSXp1oryHp3AiNF2TtZTls7l2E/s400/canon+026.jpg" border="0" /></span></a></div><div><span style="color:#333300;"><span style="color:#ff0000;">Guapo</span><br /></span><span style="color:#333300;">Well, among Cuba Libres with Ron Abuelo he cooked the never-frozen turkey Asian style, bathed on soy sauce and honey, while I entertained him with my horror stories of wisdom teeth. </span></div></div><div><span style="color:#333300;">I learned very little of the art of cooking the bird of the Native American Genocide Day, except that when the needle hits 165, it is done, information I will cherish since you never know when it can become useful, definitely not next Thanksgiving; I am still not ready too cook my first bird of such a dimension.</span></div><div><span style="color:#333300;"></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhe9dj-HJJoFeW9rropMo8f-jCVDoQPOKFu1BZEplSiAeOaNm_YOHLBD4hJWosvgFec8OJ8KiOVrne9vr4yzpIdRv9f0E6M7JAaBAME-2QBZU55RDSPXFLTdFrXeMa1MqwXKXIkXQ2B_5iP/s1600-h/canon+022.jpg"><span style="color:#333300;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274957370802265122" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhe9dj-HJJoFeW9rropMo8f-jCVDoQPOKFu1BZEplSiAeOaNm_YOHLBD4hJWosvgFec8OJ8KiOVrne9vr4yzpIdRv9f0E6M7JAaBAME-2QBZU55RDSPXFLTdFrXeMa1MqwXKXIkXQ2B_5iP/s400/canon+022.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><br /><span style="color:#333300;">We ate a lot of turkey, considering that there was no other side dish than the rum, that was lot of bird for us two, but we made it. </span></div><div><span style="color:#333300;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#333300;">Turkey makes you sleepy, we obviously talked about that. "It is called tryptophan," said the sometimes annoying know-it-all Jeremy. Almost passed out in his beautiful red couch, freaking typtophan. I still needed energy for Wednesday, I had errands to run on my free day, parties to organize, people to call.</span></div>Begohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05139979231834851980noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3573515170768174870.post-21947915080519220352008-11-07T12:50:00.000-08:002008-11-14T19:31:37.788-08:00I got you bro.<span style="color:#990000;">Don't panic, I got you cover for the weekend. </span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">This weekend there are a variety of diverse activities to entertain our ADD minds. </span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">First of all go to the <a href="http://www.madcattheatre.org/"><span style="color:#000000;">Mad Cat play Mixtape</span></a>: it is on this weekend and the next one, which is the last one, at 8 p.m. on Biscayne and 30th. </span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">As you drive by there, you may be confused because it is an office building, but inside of it, an intimate theatre holds an incredibly entertaining play. I think anyone will have fun here. Bring your date, your friends, have a different night and support local theatre. Everyone there is local, mingle with the actors, stage manager and director after the play while you zip on one of the donations-only drinks. </span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">The show is a Mixtape of mediums and genres so: You'll get to watch a movie, an excellent photographic story (I gave that one A+) and really funny, great acting through various sketches. The night I went, they all had their heart in it, it reminded why it is worth going to the theatre. </span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">I went last week by myself because my friend Jeremy stood me up, he said he was going real quick for Happy Hour at Twist and then meeting me at the theatre...I wonder what held him up? I decided to go by myself. I am that cool that I can go to the theatre alone.<br /></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5PHlp76jfotREqV0ARJ_QwKIpoTKKuhopCXtVDhfEler09JJI3bVC6d8MAsz6gczHXiHfOsSZmhj3N3m7YyA9c1Y4xSj2aJggwy-07whxs6Wu4EZQUfaSTnkAbHgzcAd6HWTqLHaMHXQC/s1600-h/mixtape2.jpg"><span style="color:#990000;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266030004965481058" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 305px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5PHlp76jfotREqV0ARJ_QwKIpoTKKuhopCXtVDhfEler09JJI3bVC6d8MAsz6gczHXiHfOsSZmhj3N3m7YyA9c1Y4xSj2aJggwy-07whxs6Wu4EZQUfaSTnkAbHgzcAd6HWTqLHaMHXQC/s400/mixtape2.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1eLGuB9mDN5fKFzpevt9PJ0tVv3gE3cgzSRHHDY5K04gHfqySh_M_YmREwEkZ7FbNFpu-WlxJDeKZa1o3tpPxpCLXpv-ez-y-61POwXB8ObFGJUHOkoQ72_VmRpK6aYsjCY2Zcb1H8TQF/s1600-h/mixtape.jpg"><span style="color:#990000;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266030585943580178" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 260px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1eLGuB9mDN5fKFzpevt9PJ0tVv3gE3cgzSRHHDY5K04gHfqySh_M_YmREwEkZ7FbNFpu-WlxJDeKZa1o3tpPxpCLXpv-ez-y-61POwXB8ObFGJUHOkoQ72_VmRpK6aYsjCY2Zcb1H8TQF/s400/mixtape.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="color:#990000;"><br />Of course the other weekend activity is the<a href="http://www.miamibookfair.com/"><span style="color:#000000;"> Book Fair</span></a>. </span></div><div><span style="color:#990000;">Yes, we have all been there a million times, yes it seems like is always the same. I myself always end up getting something at the $5 stand and a rare old cheap book. Get real, in these times, $10 is my Book Fair budget, and I wanted to get the poster, I think is one of the prettiest they have ever made. So, Friday, the free day, I better be there. Saturday and Sunday is $5 to get in, half of my budget.</span></div><div><span style="color:#990000;">Plus, Saturday is the <a href="http://www.facebook.com/event.php?eid=57184759552"><span style="color:#000000;">Join The Impact protest</span> </a>against <a href="http://iknowmiami.blogspot.com/2008/11/2-breaks-my-heart.html"><span style="color:#000000;">Amendment #2</span></a>, which passed this past Nov 4th. Although a bit late, since it already passed, about 600 people have already confirmed attendance in<a href="http://www.facebook.com/event.php?eid=57184759552"> <span style="color:#000000;">facebook</span></a>, be there, fight for equality. </span></div><div><span style="color:#990000;">So, what is left for Sunday, you already went to a play, the book fair and a protest. Well, Sunday you can do like me and write papers for school or work on that personal project of yours, or you can go to the Wonderful and often forgotten by us Miamians: Beach...Although Friday and Saturday will be cloudy, the weather report says Sunday will be sunny as always. One more reason to live in Miami to add to my Reasons to Live in Miami list: You can go to the beach at the end of November, while the rest of the country is freezing their butts.</span></div>Begohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05139979231834851980noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3573515170768174870.post-40149407284787064612008-11-05T20:04:00.000-08:002008-11-06T06:35:49.875-08:00#2 Breaks My Heart<span style="color:#330033;">The night was fantastic. It was all I expected, I said. Whenever you have extremely high expectations about something, when it happens is never as exciting as you thought it was going to be and lets you down. But, this was not the case, learning that Barack Obama had won the presidency was really as bit as exciting as I wanted it to be. We hugged and cheered and some at the Election Party even cried. We set fireworks and talked about the future, about the present, about who we are and why we wanted this so bad; us young people. We felt involved and informed, we knew every bit about the campaign, the issues. It was great.<br /><br />But it was really HEARTBREAKING to wake up to a morning in which 62% of Floridians voted for a <a href="http://miamiherald.typepad.com/gaysouthflorida/2008/11/gay-marriage-fo.html"><span style="color:#cc33cc;">law that invalidates any union other than marriage.<br /></span></a><br />Really people, haven't we learned from years of racial, religious and gender oppression that we are all individuals and therefore entitled to the same human rights. That intolerance leads to oppression and is just plain wrong.<br /><br />It really overshadows Obama's victory in my heart that we still allow to have individuals, tax-payers, citizens who do not have the same right as everyone else. That we publicly deny a minority their constitutional right to liberty and the pursuit of happiness, like if it was nothing.<br /><br />It is a big deal and it offends me.<br /><br />California overturned the gay marriage law after about 18,000 couples got married: Is a joke, a circus. Weirdest thing ever, childish, homophobic and offensive. And, most of all based on absolutely obsolete ideas. Like the idea that a family is not a family if it is not a man and a woman. Tell that to millions of single parents, kids living with their grandmother, aunts, foster kids, brother and sister, cousins and many other kinds of families who do get hospital visitations, emergency calls and other rights.<br /><br />Or, that if we allow this to happen, then sooner or later we are going to allow people to marry goats or computers. I really thought that we had already established that if you get Human Rights, is because you are a Human and not an animal or object.<br /><br />Shame on you America, because in 20 years or more, hopefully less, we are going to notice one more time that we CANNOT discriminate and deny American Citizens basic rights protected under The Constitution, The Declaration of Independence and the profound believe that as Americans we have the right to be individuals and to choose. </span>Begohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05139979231834851980noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3573515170768174870.post-79165830069126625242008-11-02T09:28:00.000-08:002008-11-03T07:16:03.675-08:00Costumes Review<span style="color:#ff6600;"></span><div><div><div><div><span style="color:#ff6600;">So this year there were high expectations because Halloween fell on a Friday. The economy is down and people are more likely to celebrate because they want to forget about their problems and for one night be someone else, I heard on NPR, the average American was going to spend $67 on a costume. That's a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">a lot</span>. </span><br /></div><div><span style="color:#ff6600;">I went, of course, to Lincoln Road, where I wanted to see lavish and expensive drag queens' costumes. The truth is that although the street parade of crazy characters was a lot of fun, this year the drag queens let me down. </span><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdvHFJFbylJOoSSC7vcNkHJ-GAvhZlhyKS_VZqEOu9XOR0AxPn6GPQLd6DJ2Yxv5Pd33Yz24Bvb7_Nz9QHtO35y4z0QJGqbHbaRMRLKVAJLiluRIdaIRABq1ayJncc6vIUm26Ts7WxmGPa/s1600-h/n18712181_35263342_2953.jpg"><span style="color:#ff6600;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264118621381774562" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdvHFJFbylJOoSSC7vcNkHJ-GAvhZlhyKS_VZqEOu9XOR0AxPn6GPQLd6DJ2Yxv5Pd33Yz24Bvb7_Nz9QHtO35y4z0QJGqbHbaRMRLKVAJLiluRIdaIRABq1ayJncc6vIUm26Ts7WxmGPa/s400/n18712181_35263342_2953.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><br /></div><div><span style="color:#ff6600;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Ok</span>, this couple is cool, they are so cool they can wear their fucking silver suit with sun glasses and strike such a great pose all at once.</span><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJU-FeLS1IMI9M541VM_-3382HqpTsLCuRpiVJbKkUnKA2TFRbtPkGowZzGRZ5p8GCKrxwE0C1xMFCOv3jyj1zXxW6c6k1VAfdtaXj8yVvBeT3DpAtuvNosmE_ySF-lZJQ9lNpKvHJlM2L/s1600-h/n18712181_35263326_7723.jpg"><span style="color:#ff6600;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264119055626113186" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJU-FeLS1IMI9M541VM_-3382HqpTsLCuRpiVJbKkUnKA2TFRbtPkGowZzGRZ5p8GCKrxwE0C1xMFCOv3jyj1zXxW6c6k1VAfdtaXj8yVvBeT3DpAtuvNosmE_ySF-lZJQ9lNpKvHJlM2L/s400/n18712181_35263326_7723.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="color:#ff6600;"><br />You guys are sexy, we accept it. You <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">probably</span> had a great night of dancing and bottle service at Mansion.</span><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiy01WlCQ6pcnE-SLCC9tFpnczLgsApjJ_hDdx1qob7dp3vOw8tGop8yzsP8W0R4Chk4W9IkxO1Yb47ZZ2FJlKy2BGztkB6peBePM03SL9S3szkW2zDLkwVzi_oHapla2EWUtI6S_BgPIpB/s1600-h/halloween+045.jpg"><span style="color:#ff6600;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264118834081715154" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiy01WlCQ6pcnE-SLCC9tFpnczLgsApjJ_hDdx1qob7dp3vOw8tGop8yzsP8W0R4Chk4W9IkxO1Yb47ZZ2FJlKy2BGztkB6peBePM03SL9S3szkW2zDLkwVzi_oHapla2EWUtI6S_BgPIpB/s400/halloween+045.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="color:#ff6600;"><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Geeky</span>, cute or gay? I can't make up my mind.<br /></span><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMghC7HC-BBsCOE1_sSwFNHhHGRqT6O0EZdBDNZshDy6YU09afRHYvgPgvoRQWMrhojfhTCNifdC3qxJjWkXKPbQDHnEZ_Uz3Rs8IHEqhauYqfAFY8qpOPjq_kyjOfoC8UaLOtkpfwU_5x/s1600-h/n18712181_35263355_6955.jpg"><span style="color:#ff6600;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264126468939261762" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMghC7HC-BBsCOE1_sSwFNHhHGRqT6O0EZdBDNZshDy6YU09afRHYvgPgvoRQWMrhojfhTCNifdC3qxJjWkXKPbQDHnEZ_Uz3Rs8IHEqhauYqfAFY8qpOPjq_kyjOfoC8UaLOtkpfwU_5x/s400/n18712181_35263355_6955.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="color:#ff6600;"><br /></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9HddIzCQXJfopWF5PH-ml5XzsuAXG-SXEzeR2dPMOc9TIhD45ei15Y_BRSBvyrBszwyyGWZBqzzjJDFdZBs6hc8VQig0-RHsgRj9sbgVcU18riIENg9ZQ3JqdjXegu30foC62ygCkP_V_/s1600-h/n18712181_35263323_6703.jpg"><span style="color:#ff6600;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264126273660858482" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9HddIzCQXJfopWF5PH-ml5XzsuAXG-SXEzeR2dPMOc9TIhD45ei15Y_BRSBvyrBszwyyGWZBqzzjJDFdZBs6hc8VQig0-RHsgRj9sbgVcU18riIENg9ZQ3JqdjXegu30foC62ygCkP_V_/s400/n18712181_35263323_6703.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="color:#ff6600;"><br /></span><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigxrmKyDRKffgMfs2VkYmtACYze6mqvkXVjMzBkFLWT6OpzJRTdCOysDr1kvgPO0CfZ_qBaHkjltI2gLnB3i3iPTV1_cUmGUjQG4r6dWQV5cx4tIFvq6Ah0-S0f46RuaLLM7n1iMwtGNFJ/s1600-h/n18712181_35263370_2243.jpg"><span style="color:#ff6600;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264118396096966018" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigxrmKyDRKffgMfs2VkYmtACYze6mqvkXVjMzBkFLWT6OpzJRTdCOysDr1kvgPO0CfZ_qBaHkjltI2gLnB3i3iPTV1_cUmGUjQG4r6dWQV5cx4tIFvq6Ah0-S0f46RuaLLM7n1iMwtGNFJ/s400/n18712181_35263370_2243.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="color:#ff6600;"><br />At four days before the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">elections</span> we <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">thought</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">that</span> political costumes were going to be overwhelming. Although we did find a few <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">Sarahs</span> and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">Obamas</span>, there were no <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">Mccains</span> or <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">Bidens</span>, they are not such exciting <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">characters</span>. Even Hilary who has been out of the picture for so long was a more popular <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">Halloween</span> costume than the two old guys in the race.<br /></span><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUrkLgRPePAFcrHUGy6AidZgz6mota6D7KUOq5X-nivddXG6nXBtBKPrQyXcNyHCK5u1UjzhWmgN1H29astiSB2m422QmbYICOvE9apMkyQIE1rU-klyh70fxi4DkUcKoj0aZXwSI9mtAA/s1600-h/n18712181_35278723_3538.jpg"><span style="color:#ff6600;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264118160257078274" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUrkLgRPePAFcrHUGy6AidZgz6mota6D7KUOq5X-nivddXG6nXBtBKPrQyXcNyHCK5u1UjzhWmgN1H29astiSB2m422QmbYICOvE9apMkyQIE1rU-klyh70fxi4DkUcKoj0aZXwSI9mtAA/s400/n18712181_35278723_3538.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="color:#ff6600;"><br />If you are this gorgeous it should be a law to dress up as Adam and Eve. Thank you guys.<br /></span><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiH-90wMcdSREU5OtU6RIKWQxfRVmtApnWLQAz3pmXtdjrYo07s8IZn5aAcrXOeLnmxmIPaDFTVgt3dLVWYmf4efLd4WhXFdcyjxY11fEXpHVVxCIie_lxN7PnjrznKHvNDyrOOEBxH52_c/s1600-h/n18712181_35263337_1345.jpg"><span style="color:#ff6600;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264118011497086962" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiH-90wMcdSREU5OtU6RIKWQxfRVmtApnWLQAz3pmXtdjrYo07s8IZn5aAcrXOeLnmxmIPaDFTVgt3dLVWYmf4efLd4WhXFdcyjxY11fEXpHVVxCIie_lxN7PnjrznKHvNDyrOOEBxH52_c/s400/n18712181_35263337_1345.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="color:#ff6600;"><br />The crazy dancing dude from Lincoln Road dressed up as the crazy dancing dude from Lincoln Road.<br /></span><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtieZ0VAwf4KAkh1THdYoXm968H6ha3ZP41IR2sT0mjzDZXKOf7OFRXVCXhRbJy8rSNTcc9iNzlKiH7BsBxrYswiAIJ0vGLGyN9xSDUCfwx2sOtlV1_zvsy5_nxcHCfRJ_X7GP8iidcIz-/s1600-h/halloween+063.jpg"><span style="color:#ff6600;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264117060525845826" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtieZ0VAwf4KAkh1THdYoXm968H6ha3ZP41IR2sT0mjzDZXKOf7OFRXVCXhRbJy8rSNTcc9iNzlKiH7BsBxrYswiAIJ0vGLGyN9xSDUCfwx2sOtlV1_zvsy5_nxcHCfRJ_X7GP8iidcIz-/s400/halloween+063.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="color:#ff6600;"><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">WTV</span>. </span><br /><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPM3_82pLn3fagmdg_QjpPQahh5Jyq2uaHuXdCJnTefu8NK6dORaQeKFDprWtF4apAcONn_xqbIg8XECS8Ys2aX_kS1JNGDbLcJk2xXax0pFOFdMDRqYgNXlY3s9gCKqA97fUvw13ShsIu/s1600-h/n18712181_35263338_1668.jpg"><span style="color:#ff6600;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264115587256666914" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPM3_82pLn3fagmdg_QjpPQahh5Jyq2uaHuXdCJnTefu8NK6dORaQeKFDprWtF4apAcONn_xqbIg8XECS8Ys2aX_kS1JNGDbLcJk2xXax0pFOFdMDRqYgNXlY3s9gCKqA97fUvw13ShsIu/s400/n18712181_35263338_1668.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="color:#ff6600;"><br />I don't think this guy got any girls tonight, but he sure looks funny in that costume. I approve of sacrificing sexy for the good of humor.<br /></span><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8v5lbRLy9LfhTNGCo9-LuV_fzHOLYHN6kKchN4152jZVjPYiZgKMpWFlORKTuuoKq-jtPjyd0j4GjqDkFKI5h3nPc2VHkGTRntNbKcylmiUKpEydmu_gwLROGP_r2IJIRmTKez12FFPZW/s1600-h/n18712181_35263335_647.jpg"><span style="color:#ff6600;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264115432952871378" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8v5lbRLy9LfhTNGCo9-LuV_fzHOLYHN6kKchN4152jZVjPYiZgKMpWFlORKTuuoKq-jtPjyd0j4GjqDkFKI5h3nPc2VHkGTRntNbKcylmiUKpEydmu_gwLROGP_r2IJIRmTKez12FFPZW/s400/n18712181_35263335_647.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="color:#ff6600;"><br />Scream grabbing on to the balls of a giant penis next to Indiana Jones. Their attitude <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">definitely</span> makes them even greater.<br /></span><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6lJPu3aeDlXtfMkXC96m0nbK8mS0rpyXyEtwpxVABNyQLPcvJygnVg-_s6q0JOyGpi3kxURkL5WKzAq_yOrhm1mP90QQmV4M1ODLULQl0jwb2ZponBSpzCn-Qdh1raaMXpzCD_S4_Ms-6/s1600-h/n18712181_35263358_7992.jpg"><span style="color:#ff6600;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264115124021257858" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6lJPu3aeDlXtfMkXC96m0nbK8mS0rpyXyEtwpxVABNyQLPcvJygnVg-_s6q0JOyGpi3kxURkL5WKzAq_yOrhm1mP90QQmV4M1ODLULQl0jwb2ZponBSpzCn-Qdh1raaMXpzCD_S4_Ms-6/s400/n18712181_35263358_7992.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="color:#ff6600;"><br /></span><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-A2jrBQuCPt9-Pgu0a56MPY6__yJaWt9z46qcb__WxbJNiOxIw80KTLALzbxGe0Jq89s-g1HYVCzUfIzE_aWZUr1lADW_cU1li2i6xOo9pLRK5-O_81wpgH5wlwP3WFNAFSMWIp013_tU/s1600-h/n18712181_35263318_5222.jpg"><span style="color:#ff6600;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264114935943502482" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-A2jrBQuCPt9-Pgu0a56MPY6__yJaWt9z46qcb__WxbJNiOxIw80KTLALzbxGe0Jq89s-g1HYVCzUfIzE_aWZUr1lADW_cU1li2i6xOo9pLRK5-O_81wpgH5wlwP3WFNAFSMWIp013_tU/s400/n18712181_35263318_5222.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="color:#ff6600;"><br />I guess I'd have to say I don't approve. <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">Especially</span> of the ass with red lipstick and a piece of paper <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16">stock</span> to it.<br /></span><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5RpLsapgVeIHU7ShU3DqahLr7wggwsCPNtvuWHE63Diyhjio5Ka-aelteirj-DOK9ev6l1XsJ02w3C8hT_NWjdm9VENQs6NwFlaKZmqVRv55L_DhRRXWRdjD_pI53rndFZJI-xWqUGHi-/s1600-h/halloween+047.jpg"><span style="color:#ff6600;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264114623292175970" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5RpLsapgVeIHU7ShU3DqahLr7wggwsCPNtvuWHE63Diyhjio5Ka-aelteirj-DOK9ev6l1XsJ02w3C8hT_NWjdm9VENQs6NwFlaKZmqVRv55L_DhRRXWRdjD_pI53rndFZJI-xWqUGHi-/s400/halloween+047.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="color:#ff6600;"><br />Again sacrificing beauty for the sake of the scary spirit of Halloween is good in my book. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17">Brrrrr</span>, that's one scary bitch.<br /></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUG5SfZuf88gLwpP7gEJMqXnKfyopSVFb-f8hDeFhKCYiLWVOtnmRMYQmKIkQKsL_3Lhf5D7RardxhDE6Kzqo4aRJXbfjmKG3jiNdjeBmlstnPa8JlXFt3A2u1Ry0XKN6ZbV52h0d200a1/s1600-h/n18712181_35263341_2633.jpg"><span style="color:#ff6600;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264127416590796114" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUG5SfZuf88gLwpP7gEJMqXnKfyopSVFb-f8hDeFhKCYiLWVOtnmRMYQmKIkQKsL_3Lhf5D7RardxhDE6Kzqo4aRJXbfjmKG3jiNdjeBmlstnPa8JlXFt3A2u1Ry0XKN6ZbV52h0d200a1/s400/n18712181_35263341_2633.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="color:#ff6600;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="color:#ff6600;">The nerd costume never gets old, neither does the gay seaman. </span></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwV7w6ghy_vafI0HUGwXS_QSX_D-KGuEJ0x9E-uobpyji537HFr3pSOLASf3oxAWHRvBacPF13azNCkFy3nBey04rywEdcuZn8caIcG8bwRHE7Fm2JFiohM7adnPgoE5poNQ155a5cPUZO/s1600-h/n18712181_35263351_5599.jpg"><span style="color:#ff6600;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264128380515484226" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwV7w6ghy_vafI0HUGwXS_QSX_D-KGuEJ0x9E-uobpyji537HFr3pSOLASf3oxAWHRvBacPF13azNCkFy3nBey04rywEdcuZn8caIcG8bwRHE7Fm2JFiohM7adnPgoE5poNQ155a5cPUZO/s400/n18712181_35263351_5599.jpg" border="0" /></span></a></div><div><span style="color:#ff6600;">We had a great time. Bought two flasks of Black Label, and drank on the street without spending much. We went into <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18">Laundry</span> Room and danced and order beers at Polar Bear, the bar next to Finnegan's and sat down to yell at people on costumes and dance. </span></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Begohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05139979231834851980noreply@blogger.com25tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3573515170768174870.post-73401666544066262722008-10-28T12:58:00.000-07:002008-10-28T19:10:08.957-07:00Homestead: Magic, History and Wine.<span style="color:#009900;">Like I said in last Saturday’s entry, why do we live in Miami if not to enjoy the weather? Especially during the fall: when the sun starts hitting from the side and changes the color of everything and the breeze reminds you that there is a life under 80 degrees and that it is also beautiful.<br />I have said before that we Miamians don't like to drive North.<br />Which is why I headed South on Saturday.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWTIV4xSLRnrkbwN6V8gGo1TP6AQ5EZFYE6TBwAdKi0XNHldTsvyMJDiY0OEpO6J7Q7pd8MNvUHoVHs0uID_G9P8EVsaIJt6kQvDjXpgoYnSICUL9yddHflN-bpU9_u4RDZSSgPRDFQe-y/s1600-h/DSCN2499.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262382016342328466" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWTIV4xSLRnrkbwN6V8gGo1TP6AQ5EZFYE6TBwAdKi0XNHldTsvyMJDiY0OEpO6J7Q7pd8MNvUHoVHs0uID_G9P8EVsaIJt6kQvDjXpgoYnSICUL9yddHflN-bpU9_u4RDZSSgPRDFQe-y/s400/DSCN2499.JPG" border="0" /></a></span> <div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><span style="color:#009900;">I went out with family and friends, abuelita and everything included, to Homestead and beyond. We couldn’t do everything there is to do even if w</span><span style="color:#009900;">e wanted to, but we tried hard.</span></div><div><div><span style="color:#009900;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnByP4ADmGybG9gxjtK6VLFkMvyE81Tt7f48-9o8IudIz201XxXiA-XDndIStb18ODyBJ9WFBSDOsZEzzQ5_K00Btwjbs04cBhJsg_DHa9E7Of_5E7BatG1hZhycYjB7Q-5iXXE7V8AtOH/s1600-h/DSCN2505.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262382456413594946" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnByP4ADmGybG9gxjtK6VLFkMvyE81Tt7f48-9o8IudIz201XxXiA-XDndIStb18ODyBJ9WFBSDOsZEzzQ5_K00Btwjbs04cBhJsg_DHa9E7Of_5E7BatG1hZhycYjB7Q-5iXXE7V8AtOH/s400/DSCN2505.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZFXrKdK0Sk9nTf0nZpeS8uXIFe9-3CTp5MlRDGYsbyDgwAmoOqCvVP58Wq-JAMatUX8yUqPlvsYUmePP-VmTWl4rUN6UEHdXDokSR0uQEZ6bFob-FbQuE6VOb_iobKYubhDMsNkiglXeY/s1600-h/DSCN2504.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262382810392162290" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZFXrKdK0Sk9nTf0nZpeS8uXIFe9-3CTp5MlRDGYsbyDgwAmoOqCvVP58Wq-JAMatUX8yUqPlvsYUmePP-VmTWl4rUN6UEHdXDokSR0uQEZ6bFob-FbQuE6VOb_iobKYubhDMsNkiglXeY/s400/DSCN2504.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />To start the trip with a full belly we went to the famous <a href="http://www.miami.com/tea-room-at-cauley-square"><span style="color:#000066;">Tea Room</span></a>. Located inside the beautiful gardens of <a href="http://www.cauleysquare.com/"><span style="color:#000066;">Cauley Square</span>,<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262382951837562610" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDV8JXycvxuR02BrlD7QsSKdQVbNJSGtH6QNppyGYDlMQHK_QmXjdkOuxbF9CGXc6Tz7OnCwcHhZ3M-d9ZBCSO8VkYRepNR_AzuK4gbH6BzCMEirk-F3As5TihlQ72XOZgAN5VZW7LOCWM/s400/DSCN2512.JPG" border="0" /></a> </span><br /></div><div><span style="color:#009900;">a 1902 pioneers village that will take you to the place you dreamed of when you were 6. Little wooden houses, giant sculptures made of grass, blue jays and cardinals make the song of the paths that get you lost in a world of gnomes and fairies.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBRcCqDkv-nhaqd9gHYu52xbNI80uZH23AE12dRsx9coonuP1QxxVWvUhtbk9df8gd8DCM0XOjPlcf1Ob0AzUChUQ5Ak0Y_HvTPDZ-HOtMA3Ey4tgCu-AzTGu7ZVvrl-yVXkVpbBAeYubu/s1600-h/DSCN2507.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262382629402031938" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBRcCqDkv-nhaqd9gHYu52xbNI80uZH23AE12dRsx9coonuP1QxxVWvUhtbk9df8gd8DCM0XOjPlcf1Ob0AzUChUQ5Ak0Y_HvTPDZ-HOtMA3Ey4tgCu-AzTGu7ZVvrl-yVXkVpbBAeYubu/s400/DSCN2507.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />We went into a few of the antique stores before having a delicious lunch in the overly-decorated, also dream-like Tea Room. This Tea Room is the only one left in Florida of what used to be a tradition for the snow bird old ladies or the wives of those who came to work for the railroad. It is still a tradition among old ladies, but it really is a delight to have a cup of spice tea in the butterfly room or the dining room, while eating a quiche or one of its famous cakes and overhearing the conversations of the Miamah ladies with their big sunglasses and funny hats.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhp784IoUNpbkyXl7YE9krRHnl1mSFyjQLV8uGof1lBxRiGN_PGwBjylAyp5lwKM_uDE87PzoeN6LD-AAxgvvWkUNFiCux9aevIedSdQkeEe2Enlk-8ohCJYXOqnmBxx8bn-lePuj0wQlqU/s1600-h/DSCN2501.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262382299722032178" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhp784IoUNpbkyXl7YE9krRHnl1mSFyjQLV8uGof1lBxRiGN_PGwBjylAyp5lwKM_uDE87PzoeN6LD-AAxgvvWkUNFiCux9aevIedSdQkeEe2Enlk-8ohCJYXOqnmBxx8bn-lePuj0wQlqU/s400/DSCN2501.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />We headed roof-down to<a href="http://www.schneblywinery.com/"><span style="color:#000066;"> Schnebly Redland’s Winery.</span></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYvt8SBNTmDPhRil6FD8gqVz6aNz4HnBqXoLKpySVrHQDvkrG7VJevQpBfV-o6swnOXE4wkUHBVCGnqaNXoGgxxzsE-rpv7hKO4A3kDbD_zby8gjQO5TxY8IakFog5zDG-Ol0SEWs5tnje/s1600-h/DSCN2548.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262389486215054178" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYvt8SBNTmDPhRil6FD8gqVz6aNz4HnBqXoLKpySVrHQDvkrG7VJevQpBfV-o6swnOXE4wkUHBVCGnqaNXoGgxxzsE-rpv7hKO4A3kDbD_zby8gjQO5TxY8IakFog5zDG-Ol0SEWs5tnje/s400/DSCN2548.JPG" border="0" /></a></span></div><div><span style="color:#009900;">You can pay for tours of the winery or for tasting. You won’t find wines made out of grapes here but you will find some made out of: avocado, one of the top choices, passion fruit, guava, mango and more. Sparkling wines and everything. After we did the tasting and bought a bottle of the winner avocado wine, we sat outside in the pleasant gardens, by the waterfalls and shared the wine in the glasses, which you get for free after the tasting.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIj4a3ZJNp5iZZfaqiQHRHJj2tPIuQhAmBQg7r-WC_LM41h59gHfXcow0Ir7pRrykHYF9lHF5Ev-pR0UY_wEld2I4Zi0p19thQrXpfg6poL6xJAQ379_ntLdi9d7YSowimNODbmiGQeVjQ/s1600-h/DSCN2530.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262383150403447890" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIj4a3ZJNp5iZZfaqiQHRHJj2tPIuQhAmBQg7r-WC_LM41h59gHfXcow0Ir7pRrykHYF9lHF5Ev-pR0UY_wEld2I4Zi0p19thQrXpfg6poL6xJAQ379_ntLdi9d7YSowimNODbmiGQeVjQ/s400/DSCN2530.JPG" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhv5oFxhmAs_dh1CXHgyaXF-27SsRycK1BP2V0u_nj-bNlPn-XKnyk5-8uUs-pjps1EoYRHOM0vP3LtAUYasr3Igwy26HBJ_clmyFvuXurfOVy9ggVi0g97yQ-VkH96nuUJKkpvHHYdtpo4/s1600-h/DSCN2541.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262384081814777858" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhv5oFxhmAs_dh1CXHgyaXF-27SsRycK1BP2V0u_nj-bNlPn-XKnyk5-8uUs-pjps1EoYRHOM0vP3LtAUYasr3Igwy26HBJ_clmyFvuXurfOVy9ggVi0g97yQ-VkH96nuUJKkpvHHYdtpo4/s400/DSCN2541.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />It was time to go to the real Homestead. Always taking the back streets, never the highway or US 1, to appreciate the nurseries, the farms, the horses and the No Hay Trabajo signs, we drove South in hopes of finding <a href="http://www.robertishere.com/"><span style="color:#000066;">Robert is Here</span></a> open, but it was closed. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDBn20jKI9tAIZ56J71oiBwBh3Acno7vXNevP75uEOOxXwAt1qhHjMZbospWXPEFgCjpwSQkzzuEp6txs7F5XVashP6SPJn_zypxyR2Md1MW8LLt0GAfJANNKEbhGg20-SYP5yVHDS_MP7/s1600-h/DSCN2527.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262389314187568626" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDBn20jKI9tAIZ56J71oiBwBh3Acno7vXNevP75uEOOxXwAt1qhHjMZbospWXPEFgCjpwSQkzzuEp6txs7F5XVashP6SPJn_zypxyR2Md1MW8LLt0GAfJANNKEbhGg20-SYP5yVHDS_MP7/s400/DSCN2527.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkY8-JruHzM8NVbxUoj5k8Hn4wamY8TS-QIPXFzNRfOyFpekXV1m36bWjO8M0g78PCOjbSc6aVa3xk4djcZfAkVqQ4V-v2wuhkahbmYSDkfMrvUfID03C-6TaeFVQhMkdHmjt_Dp2_a25r/s1600-h/DSCN2550.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262383365306289938" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkY8-JruHzM8NVbxUoj5k8Hn4wamY8TS-QIPXFzNRfOyFpekXV1m36bWjO8M0g78PCOjbSc6aVa3xk4djcZfAkVqQ4V-v2wuhkahbmYSDkfMrvUfID03C-6TaeFVQhMkdHmjt_Dp2_a25r/s400/DSCN2550.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /></span><span style="color:#009900;">We got to the Historic District of Downtown Homestead and found a Music in the Park event. As we walked down the old streets that take you back to a time of simpler things, of Saturday night movies, strolling up and down the street with a milk shake we noticed we were hungry. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioYAhjrLE70zZSgVj-4E3TP8Brm1npUFCFuMePoZKGiPY0TIXkjRVn2AzuWyYTebaXpS6vFe48YFP3fYLm60hyphenhyphenDci-mInlhbeY-CtrqGsGdjWCTmOQXQ0hd8PisCWR-IGgJUSPSGpKA8Sy/s1600-h/DSCN2557.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262383872387891314" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioYAhjrLE70zZSgVj-4E3TP8Brm1npUFCFuMePoZKGiPY0TIXkjRVn2AzuWyYTebaXpS6vFe48YFP3fYLm60hyphenhyphenDci-mInlhbeY-CtrqGsGdjWCTmOQXQ0hd8PisCWR-IGgJUSPSGpKA8Sy/s400/DSCN2557.JPG" border="0" /></a></span></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFWvGA2fIrwNAuXJPcoy0NuMraHOPboybIi8BT2FNQJpWThPKoAsZJP2-kosJsfoB0jmJWBxXXcTktyOJmQcZQM96VIHcHakJMzXdxCZrfxiSdVqo3TiiaeFXqyHVejWPDoDPFdK39Ef-Q/s1600-h/DSCN2533.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262383682131975874" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFWvGA2fIrwNAuXJPcoy0NuMraHOPboybIi8BT2FNQJpWThPKoAsZJP2-kosJsfoB0jmJWBxXXcTktyOJmQcZQM96VIHcHakJMzXdxCZrfxiSdVqo3TiiaeFXqyHVejWPDoDPFdK39Ef-Q/s400/DSCN2533.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="color:#009900;">And, although Mexican restaurants did not exist in Homestead in those times, they do now and they are a Must.<br />Where else would we go but to El Toro Taco?<br />If you have never been to the Mexican restaurants in Downtown Homestead then you probably don’t know that you have to bring your own alcohol, yes you have to.<br />That’s the tradition, since they are too cheap to pay for an alcohol license, customers take coolers filled with beers and wines and even a bottle of tequila to settle the food. And, that is what makes the trip fun as well as cheap The food is great even though the owner is a jerk and if you are lucky a group of lady mariachis will go in and play for tips. </span></div><div><span style="color:#009900;"><br />If we would’ve had more time, and la abuelita weren’t so tired, we could’ve gone to the go-carts, also on Krome Ave., which I have done before and although I was the last one in the race it was fun; horseback riding, is also great, it is just hard to find the right place, the <a href="http://www.coralcastle.com/"><span style="color:#000066;">Coral Castle</span></a> or a redneck bar.</div></span></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Begohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05139979231834851980noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3573515170768174870.post-44139540731215939162008-10-28T07:07:00.000-07:002008-10-28T19:34:04.433-07:00Glamorous Songs<span style="color:#000000;">Why is it than whenever a night starts very glamorously it ends up in the other extreme of the spectrum?</span><br /><span style="color:#000000;">There I was, bored at home, playing tetris when I heard about this party at the offices of</span><a href="http://www.redcar.com/"><span style="color:#000000;"> </span><span style="color:#cc0000;">Red Car </span></a><span style="color:#000000;">post-production and media company on Biscayne and 47th St. </span><br /><span style="color:#000000;"><a href="http://www.modernagemiami.blogspot.com/"><span style="color:#cc0000;">Modernage</span></a> singer Mario Giancarlos, who by the way just got out a new awesome cd, with their same sound we all love and cannot get out of our heads and some pretty good fresh songs, he picked me up at around 7:30 p.m. good timing for a Thurs nite and we headed to the party without knowing what to expect.</span><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCA9vx3azkUqsiSXKK82LPGBHT0gvO1AsaRbrVbpotG3BE9y-ZznKREqewNQ3II8Q_348jqXo4bWaIC-dHXme_kvRY6HYg-HdEoiv4ULgoxPm9vyQ64gMBVnahoHxrRNy7rRdwpWlO6_sE/s1600-h/mario.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262232112735390146" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 384px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCA9vx3azkUqsiSXKK82LPGBHT0gvO1AsaRbrVbpotG3BE9y-ZznKREqewNQ3II8Q_348jqXo4bWaIC-dHXme_kvRY6HYg-HdEoiv4ULgoxPm9vyQ64gMBVnahoHxrRNy7rRdwpWlO6_sE/s400/mario.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="color:#000099;">Modernage<br /></span><span style="color:#000000;">In the elevator we wondered if we were under dressed on our skinny jeans, although you can barely go wrong with those, but a guy also going to the party on a cowboy hat and shorts, who talked a lot, made us feel much better about our attire.</span><br /><span style="color:#000000;">If there is people on shorts, anything goes. In the end this is Miami, and this is a party of media savvies, production-geeks, which are usually pretty casual and tend to try to be comfortable.</span><br /><span style="color:#000000;">Wow! Free food, free whisky, there were other drinks, but when there is free Black Label, why would you order anything else. </span><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5g4Eo4orFf1XYAYGbhR3-q1rsMCuPuuB2nTOx-itBr3SyYd-th8-rtZ2ySBAJY6LJIiNHi1WloClTa8Hw0BH6BA_2AKroniaB3-V4aKbSyA2PaorEkmcZ2Hv0xqfRp-j4a8Hu8k8vRC4-/s1600-h/redcar+party.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262232385078420418" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 319px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5g4Eo4orFf1XYAYGbhR3-q1rsMCuPuuB2nTOx-itBr3SyYd-th8-rtZ2ySBAJY6LJIiNHi1WloClTa8Hw0BH6BA_2AKroniaB3-V4aKbSyA2PaorEkmcZ2Hv0xqfRp-j4a8Hu8k8vRC4-/s400/redcar+party.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="color:#000099;">The Outside of The Red Car Party<br /></span><span style="color:#000000;">The office itself was also quite breathtaking, which is probably the word they want their clients to use when they visit. Flat screens everywhere, a small recording studio for over voices and music, nice floors, nice furniture and 360° view of Miami's lights.</span><br /><span style="color:#000000;">Lots of freelancers, copywriters, musicians and former <a href="http://tv.telemundo.yahoo.com/"><span style="color:#cc0000;">Telemundo </span></a>employees, lots of those since the channel just swept heads following the steps of just about any other media company in Miami. But, the conversations were not about the future of the media and where are we all going to go?</span><br /><span style="color:#000000;">The cowboy-hat boy who Mario baptized Owen Wilson because of their similar looks, kept on repeating that it was not allowed to talk about work. But, when I met an Argentinean Porn Director, we had to put that rule aside. </span><br /><span style="color:#000000;">It was all very good, cute girls, good food, good drinks, good party. </span><br /><br /><span style="color:#000000;">But, it was time to go. </span><br /><span style="color:#000000;">Got a text message from beautiful Dara about a Karaoke at <a href="http://www.outofthebluecafe.net/"><span style="color:#cc0000;">Out of The Blue</span></a>, around 24th and second. </span><br /><span style="color:#000000;">After my last whisky for which I had to convince the good-looking bartender that I wasn't driving, we transported ourselves to what was about to become one of the funnest things a Thursday night could offer. </span><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiX99wC83rgRGWVRSdy_3j_3t6QFTGi0YEm8d-yGbVsNaJXx7QslA5YO6u3nQPag4AuQmBZHt38XwriRdK3GcZvz_scKRJzhAONUOjfx2p2eIGBZrpwaQpSRrjPbCjffjn0gir4VZza0LLv/s1600-h/karaokeeduardoortiz.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262233711424965970" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiX99wC83rgRGWVRSdy_3j_3t6QFTGi0YEm8d-yGbVsNaJXx7QslA5YO6u3nQPag4AuQmBZHt38XwriRdK3GcZvz_scKRJzhAONUOjfx2p2eIGBZrpwaQpSRrjPbCjffjn0gir4VZza0LLv/s400/karaokeeduardoortiz.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="color:#000099;">Eduardo Ortiz</span>, the fat-gay Venezuelan host, sang Alejandra Guzman and made us all even more enthusiastic than what we already were. </span><br /><span style="color:#000000;">I went up to sing El Cantante, and Mario faithful to his rock roots gave a great performance of The Smiths' Bigmouth, which we all sang along.</span><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeXkpyGEzgnBMau6eFLQI2JVS-nkD7QVPkHV0u5xCcXFP2F4HHvmagpMoQIjncOYgHw90AGHsvisC14_M1fJTMGzXXLJRNNpctSf5vQHwO-ykm31lxalsjra9ljv7Gdg3qBm1oKm3Awb5k/s1600-h/karaalexrudo.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262233315133927986" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 359px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeXkpyGEzgnBMau6eFLQI2JVS-nkD7QVPkHV0u5xCcXFP2F4HHvmagpMoQIjncOYgHw90AGHsvisC14_M1fJTMGzXXLJRNNpctSf5vQHwO-ykm31lxalsjra9ljv7Gdg3qBm1oKm3Awb5k/s400/karaalexrudo.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Alex and Rudo made a strong Duo. </span><br /><span style="color:#000000;"><a href="http://iknowmiami.blogspot.com/2008/09/wednesdays-are-new-fridays.html"><span style="color:#cc0000;">Pat Walsh</span> </a>sang Billy Idol's Rebel Yell and we all cried more, more, more. Eduardo Ortiz gave Pat the second place of the night for his performance with air guitar and jumps, we were all very proud of him. </span><br /><span style="color:#000000;">After going from Paquita la Del Barrio to Mecano and Mana, these are the kind of things you regret about alcohol, the night was over for some of us.</span><br /><span style="color:#000000;">Pat, who had danced salsa, ballenato and merengue and had performed so graciuosly hadn't had enough and was heading to <a href="http://www.ps14.com/"><span style="color:#cc0000;">ps 14</span></a>; the bastard didn't have to wake up early. </span><br /><span style="color:#000000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#000000;">Damn you work from keeping the young night from continuing and killing our spirits. We will get back at you someday! </span>Begohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05139979231834851980noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3573515170768174870.post-46311556694289769972008-10-20T13:22:00.000-07:002008-10-22T08:37:19.408-07:00Natural Paradise and City Paradise<span style="color:#3366ff;">If there is a reason to live in Miami is because one day of fall you can tan at paradisiac beaches and observe wild life and the next day you go see a wonderful ballet performance and have a fun dinner at a delicious restaurant. </span><div><br /><div><span style="color:#3366ff;">Which is exactly what my Saturday and Sunday consisted of. </span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#3366ff;">Mon beaux et moi woke up early with the sun and started driving south with the roof down. </span></div><div><span style="color:#3366ff;">For the way we drank what the Spaniards call "Calimocho" red wine and coke to get in the mood for our fun trip. </span><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKo7Eebn9YnI-ftYt-uUu7w9ErPaVaQb87ybIKERytCbTQoLrgr9hh1tyzbAL3j0pL3ZAVQZADl0I_S7xKl4SeOuMiBzjBd5HVDIXOX3mi1mOGMDcbQCCdvpRWLgO-v6v_zLuR3hSq9kb6/s1600-h/key.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259626191948176130" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKo7Eebn9YnI-ftYt-uUu7w9ErPaVaQb87ybIKERytCbTQoLrgr9hh1tyzbAL3j0pL3ZAVQZADl0I_S7xKl4SeOuMiBzjBd5HVDIXOX3mi1mOGMDcbQCCdvpRWLgO-v6v_zLuR3hSq9kb6/s400/key.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div><div><span style="color:#3366ff;">We first stopped at <a href="http://www.floridastateparks.org/curryhammock/default.cfm"><span style="color:#ff0000;">Curry Hammock</span> </a>State Park. "The Real Florida," which is how the <a href="http://www.floridastateparks.org/"><span style="color:#ff0000;">Florida State Parks</span></a> called themselves not only is the real Florida, it is also Heaven. </span></div><div><span style="color:#3366ff;">A small beach few people and many birds as quiet as a cemetery and as peaceful as only the sound of the sea can be.</span></div><div><span style="color:#3366ff;">There was the Raptors Count going on. Volunteers, passionate birdwatchers, birders and naturalists unite in various parts of Florida every year to count the fliers that pass over us, sometimes only for a day, in their way to other destinies.</span></div><div><span style="color:#3366ff;">A record of 638 Peregrine Falcons was counted the other day, one of the counters commented. </span><br /></div><div><span style="color:#3366ff;">They really were all over the place the raptors and the Ospreys flying miles and miles with their fish held tightly in their feet. </span><br /></div><div><span style="color:#3366ff;">Next was <a href="http://www.floridastateparks.org/bahiahonda/default.cfm"><span style="color:#ff0000;">Bahia Honda.</span></a> </span></div><div><span style="color:#3366ff;">Although it had way to many Eastern European tourists, who spoke a weird language and we couldn't figure out where they came from, we found a space only ours in the white sand and swam in the turquoise waters.</span></div><div><span style="color:#3366ff;">The $3 per person to get into each of the parks are definetely worth it to avoid drunk SoBe dirty tourist with loud music.</span></div><div><span style="color:#3366ff;">On the way back we stopped to eat at The Wreck a bit before Key Largo and had Mahi Mahi, steamed clams and fried calamari with Coronas. </span><br /></div><div><span style="color:#3366ff;">You don't have to drive the four hours to Key West to get to paradise, "The Real Florida" awaits you.</span><br /><br /></div><div><span style="color:#ff0000;">By Sunday it was time to go back to the jungle of cement, the desert of the surreal.<br /><br /></span></div><div><span style="color:#3366ff;">My friend <a href="http://iknowmiami.blogspot.com/2008/09/couple-of-weeks-back-i-went-thursday.html"><span style="color:#ff0000;">Brooke Whitley</span></a>, friends with every actor, symphony player and stage manager of this town, manged to get us free tickets for the <a href="http://www.miamicityballet.org/"><span style="color:#ff0000;">Miami City Ballet</span> </a>performance, which was at the <a href="http://www.arshtcenter.org/index.aspx"><span style="color:#ff0000;">Arsht Center</span> </a>only for the weekend. Next weekend they will be at Ft. Lauderdale and after that at L.A.</span></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjhurI6UZ7Loe_9s8Zyr6J1Op1nJr93B9DuxtZfBXSjCgqSlRe8TvmFKjtcjmVk5VQjEzRDUkRB2QAwyJc1T4SXDL-s-2VLy88H4xeopGGcgRFrxLy9nZMWiETORO0pPXxFsAWg83ClKtE/s1600-h/arsht+center.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259626329795702466" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjhurI6UZ7Loe_9s8Zyr6J1Op1nJr93B9DuxtZfBXSjCgqSlRe8TvmFKjtcjmVk5VQjEzRDUkRB2QAwyJc1T4SXDL-s-2VLy88H4xeopGGcgRFrxLy9nZMWiETORO0pPXxFsAWg83ClKtE/s400/arsht+center.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="color:#3366ff;">It started with the second part of The Swan's Lake, then came The Four Temperaments and the Grand Finale was one called In The Upper Room, with music by God-Sent and my favorite composer <a href="http://www.philipglass.com/"><span style="color:#ff0000;">Philip Glass</span></a>. It was too much, a very exciting performance that almost gets you off your seat. Although not everyone can take 3 hours of ballet, we could and it was amazing! Thanks Nicole Mitchell, stage Manager and the voice that asks you to turn off your cellphone at the beginning of the show, for allowing us this experience that I otherwise I could have never afforded. </span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#3366ff;">I needed to finish this spectacular weekend with a special touch. </span></div><div><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#3366ff;">Texted my new awesome neighbor <a href="http://iknowmiami.blogspot.com/2008/10/jam-at-mam-ii.html"><span style="color:#ff0000;">Jeremy Mason</span> </a>to see what he was up to. He was reading Capote and we should grab a bite and a drink, he texted back.</span></div><div><span style="color:#3366ff;">I went to visit Jeremy's and <a href="http://iknowmiami.blogspot.com/2008/10/jam-at-mam-ii.html"><span style="color:#ff0000;">Christ Funk's</span> </a>new cool apt. on Biscayne and 63rd. Already decorated and with a delightful balcony in which you can hear the blue jays sing on top of those tall old trees. </span></div><div><span style="color:#3366ff;">We went to dine at Andiamo's and passed by Publix on the way back to the apt to get some mixers. </span></div><div><span style="color:#3366ff;">At the register, ready to pay for the cranberry juice, tonic water and limes one of those very few GORGEOUS man says: "So, you are having a party and you didn't invite me."</span></div><div><span style="color:#3366ff;">I turn around and say you can come if you want. </span></div><div><span style="color:#3366ff;">He looks annoyed and keeps on talking to Jeremy. Obviously the GORGEOUS man wasn't interested in partying with me. </span></div><div><span style="color:#3366ff;">Outside bringing the things to the car, he stopped again and talks a bit more to Jeremy.</span></div><div><span style="color:#3366ff;">GORGEOUS. </span></div><div><span style="color:#3366ff;">"What is supposed to be etiquette in the grocery store?" Jeremy asked. "He was so gorgeous he caught me off guard."</span></div></div>Begohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05139979231834851980noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3573515170768174870.post-1912862715516717592008-10-20T09:47:00.000-07:002008-10-21T07:40:21.739-07:00Pink Party Kills Great Expectations<span style="color:#cc33cc;">Whoever said that just because you are doing a networking/cause/fundraising event it needs to be a boring party?</span><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;">I actually had high expectations for this event: "Free food and Drinks," said the invitation that <a href="http://www.miami.com/"><span style="color:#000000;">Miami.com</span> </a>sent me on Facebook. Yeah, if you call three guava pastelitos and a huge line for three drops of wine free. </span><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPfcPYAqU3dyd0NtdiNlaAdRWJi6nOIbRpDbhAn_IL_fjOfKOab-9fI-z59_5mA97IM8B3C7N0pqsn1u9mKKdSwsYc_M0E3eL9Yh7yJvaPP5DnyBFVLWFNgooK0zTOFgOo60tw8RZ4lgl_/s1600-h/pink+party1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259614909488170434" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPfcPYAqU3dyd0NtdiNlaAdRWJi6nOIbRpDbhAn_IL_fjOfKOab-9fI-z59_5mA97IM8B3C7N0pqsn1u9mKKdSwsYc_M0E3eL9Yh7yJvaPP5DnyBFVLWFNgooK0zTOFgOo60tw8RZ4lgl_/s400/pink+party1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;">I convinced my reporter friend <a href="http://www.miami.com/fun-in-the-gutter-soflas-bowling-alleys-article"><span style="color:#000000;">Maria Chercoles</span></a>, who after graduating with me from the School of Journalism at FIU has interned in every paper from Ft. Lauderdale to California, and now spends most of her time freelancing. </span><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;">We were there at 6 p.m. expecting cool people, reporters, hors d'oeuvres and drinks. We found way too many old ladies, little girls--the only ones actually dancing-- and a tent selling wigs for dogs...I cannot even express what I feel for the wigs for dogs idea. The poor well-behaved animals, had the grace of not understanding how ridiculous they looked on their pink wigs. There was even a rasta wig for those unfortunate mammals. I guess that is what I call a once in a lifetime idea who changes the world. </span><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihk6o1vIIxAcFwpeXNtDjJ4s4OKo3J6YbKK3HQi72BX97Mm8PZEBy7eBVpjWeLXCipNO3lZy5uv_6M4X1NR_JF3XmApyEj6u3OqHP-gn-zg1_a1eyJ1WoUICsc87nk4JcZMDWe_o6bfCiI/s1600-h/dog+with+wig.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259615395560108434" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihk6o1vIIxAcFwpeXNtDjJ4s4OKo3J6YbKK3HQi72BX97Mm8PZEBy7eBVpjWeLXCipNO3lZy5uv_6M4X1NR_JF3XmApyEj6u3OqHP-gn-zg1_a1eyJ1WoUICsc87nk4JcZMDWe_o6bfCiI/s400/dog+with+wig.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="color:#cc33cc;"></span><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;">After stealing a few pastelitos and wines, spinning the wheel of Pollo Tropical to win coupons for a family meal, which was about the best part of the party and talking to Herald-crime-reporter- good-looking <a href="http://www.miaminewtimes.com/bestof/2007/award/best-herald-writer-483430"><span style="color:#000000;">David Ovalle</span></a>, we decided it was time for newer and better things. </span><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;">I watched <a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0047528/"><span style="color:#000000;">La Strada</span> </a>that night and loved it and went to sleep early because there was still so much to do for this young weekend. </span>Begohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05139979231834851980noreply@blogger.com1