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Growing Old Gracefully?
As a younger woman, this makes me fear aging. Does time on this earth not erase the pressure of vanity we experience first at 13? Do years not add wisdom to the fight we wage with insecurity. My brain begs me to remember all the wonderful things about aging. And I remember, and then I once again lull myself into enjoying my 20's. Breaking my own back to look good naked, spending over a hundred dollars on my hair, endlessly searching for clothes that flatter me perfectly and keep up with the times. But in my short twenty two years, its not my casing that makes me wonderful. Its my casing that gives me the opportunity to speak to people. To engage in wonderful social banter, and exchange. Once I spread my lips to playful exchange words people stop looking at my case. They're fascinated to see whats inside, behind my eyes. If theyre stuck on my long legs, my blue eyes, my perfect died and fixed hair, I know it. They have nothing to say, they have nothing to give. They than become worthless, idiots lost to the wave of culture. and I pity them. I am more then my shell, and I wish that you too can see that you are beautiful on the outside because you have something to give on the inside. Beauty is not symmetry, beauty is not beholden to stereotypes, it is a radiance that beams when you are happy, when you are confident, and when you are secure. Just be you, remember who you are, and share it. Don't fear acceptance, use it. My two cents.... lo siento— May 18, 2009 8:40 a.m.
Become OBecian… and failing at it.
wait so Im confused... are you moving away. How come? Where are you off to? Why are you breaking up with OB? I think she still wants to hook up sometimes..... is that ok? I fell in love with this town too, it makes me happy even when Im stepping over the homeless sleeping in front of my restaurant, I couldnt leave now if I ever wanted to be happy, Maybe I just need to get you your own puppy, or guitar, or geez.... why so blue mr magoo— May 8, 2009 9:29 a.m.
Black Cat Afternoon
seriously youve got the most random videos..... artsy.....— April 9, 2009 9:39 a.m.
Life in Tijuana under drug cartel violence
Im shocked and appalled. Did these events the story reported on happen. They are very trackable stories, shootings in walmart parking lots, escorting children in and out of school. People fearing the night time. I MEAN COME ON! I dont know if this is all true. Im a new resident. But I work in a Mexican Restaurant and they travel through TJ into places like Ensenada and farther quite often, if not every week. They're more cautious if anything. Thats my two cents about what I PERSONALLY know In terms of this story. Is there absurd violence? Is their senseless slaughtering rather than calculated war? Has the Red Cross truly declared it a war zone? Lets talk facts her children, before we go calling one another names. We are obviously the few people who care about truth and legitimacy. Lets go find the answers not call others out for not providing them. The truth lies in that the drug wars are getting more out of hand. Its obviously a sign of the global recession. People are becoming more desperate. Mexico is in a terribly scary place because their history of Patronismo is changing. Their story is changing as a nation. It may return to the previous president's methods. It may change forever. We now as Americans, as bordertown residents, we need to be informed and sensible. Violence is violence is violence. We must keep it out of our neighborhoods and then controlled and then snuffed out. Its a complicated problem having blame on our shoulders and theirs. But we must recognize the reality. Not defend deny or lie. Lets find the truth and work towards the correct solution.... not verbally bashing one another... God, Im not even in my thirties and I sound older than the lot of you.— April 3, 2009 10:49 a.m.
None
Turns out, Its black Mountain, Penascedos area, in fact next door to the reserve...... And as far as hostels go, well, its like two blocks from the ocean, they could be hosteling in a frigid barren snow town in the Swiss Mountains Im sure. Its all preference I suppose— April 1, 2009 11:59 a.m.
The Biddy
Im glad they promoted you, from one bored child to another. It was amazing to grow up with the exact same situation in the early 90's. We werent beaten when we were disruptive we were given drugs. My mother had the forsight to give me more work rather than drug me out of my energy. My boyfriend from Peru, was diagnosed with ADD then transfered to a school for problem children. After the transfer he recieved even less attention and was again diagnosed with ADD and transfered to an even worse school. Here he recieved no attention, was taught how to act really tough, and then quit, so nearly at the end of his education, all because he learned how to be an isolant punk... he refused to take algebra, thats it, lovely misdiagnosees are the cause of two things, I have a degree I earned at an early age from a california state university and he has no degree whatsoever, in this day and age, its unimaginable— February 28, 2009 1:32 p.m.
Streets and Alleys
I love all the shots of the movement. It really is a cross crossing of the neighborhood, and that movement is just what I love about OB. Its the idea that you can ride your skate down any hill and right straight into the water. Its as if each road is a long water slide shoot to the beach. sweet.— February 25, 2009 9:42 a.m.
Skateboard Cruise
thank you for reminding me I have yet to take my skate from car... its a sin....— February 19, 2009 9:49 a.m.
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Im working on drawing myself a little map as we speak... Just the area with all the little sections. Im considering coloring each section different colors, any suggestions for OBs color, Im gunna go with gray, with undertones of canary yellow— January 17, 2009 12:15 p.m.
Love in the War Zone
Mr Four Corners transplanting from Santa Cruz to Ocean Beach sounds easy when you describe the area.... Thanks for the reassurance that Im moving to a community and not a town.... rock on G— December 8, 2008 noon