Hoy: el veintesiete de julio. Conducí por 7 horas anoche sin parar. Obviamente, pasé tiempo con mi novia. Diciendole adios nunca será fácil jamas. Nuesto futuro es brilliante. Estamos de acuerdo con las metas que ya habiamos hablado sobre para mejorar y preservar lo que ya tenemos entre nostros mismos. Acabo de llegar a una reunión que crearon mis jefes hoy. Todavia estoy cansado desde anoche. Me siento como si fuera que no exista. He comido bastante pizza para almuerzo en las ultimas semanas, y tengo 12 huevos a casa que no he tocado tampoco. Es imperativa que cocina más, el gasto de dinero me asusta.
Hoy: el veinteocho de julio. Leí un articulo desde el NYT que describió lo que está pasando en América Latina, y los metodos que personas han sido afectadas por el coronavirus están usando. Hay una química que fue usada muchisimia (trataría escribirla, pero no sé como deletrearla), e otros tratamientos que han llegado a la región. Me duele pensar sobre otra gente en otros partes del mundo que tiene que sufrir en esta pandemica. Hay comunidades que recientemente crecieron rapidamente que fallecieron más rapidos que se mejoraron en no más que 5 meses. Tambien, leí otro articulo de el NYT que explicó una situación de una mujer colómbiana que fue afectada por el coronavirus. Ella acabó hacer una vida comoda pa´ si misma y sus hijas por trabajando largo, duro días por la que pareciera como siempre, y el virus robó toda desde ella y su familia. Cada día, trataré de ser más gracioso, amable. Porque la vida no es prometida jamás. Solo estoy alegre estar vivo, y tener la capacidad de tener una casa para regresar despues de un día de trabajando.
Hoy: el veintenueve de julio. Todavia estoy entrenando, haciendo lo que yo hice hace una semana. Por la primera vez en hace un tiempo largo, he cocinado diariamente pa´ mis desayunos y almuerzos. Definativamente hice un punto de llevar mi almuerzo conmigo a mi trabajo. Tambien, encontré que prefiero escribir escritos cortitos como esto. Corto y dulce.
Wednesday, July 29, 2020
Sunday, July 19, 2020
saturdays are for the.....chores?
Believe it or not, this was the first time in 2 weeks that I was at my apartment for the entire weekend. It fell in between a weird slew of events where 4th of July was one weekend and then the weekend after that I went home to visit.
Usually I like to think of Saturdays of the day where you go out with your friends and essentially throw all caution to the wind. This Saturday was different. Although I did get to hang with one of Midlo´s finest (ain´t it something that there is a handful of Midlothianites up here?), I got some other errands done that I usually don´t do until last minute due to precarious time management during the week.
First thing was getting up mad early to bike to Lower Manhattan. I helped a lady and her kid the other day there fix the bearing on the kid´s penny board, and decided to skate around a little after that. At first, I realized that I was right next to the NYSE. I had just bought a share of some stupid company on Robinhood the day before, so that was funny (more or less). The view from the pier was nice, and I told myself that I needed to go back this weekend while the temp was not deathly hot like it has been today already. The J train was under maintenance the whole week, and it would have required me to take a bus (which I still have to figure out). The GPS said it would take the same amount of time to get there by bike, so I hit the audible play call button and went along with it. Getting there I crossed the Manhattan Bridge, went through Chinatown, and Downtown Brooklyn all for the first time. Solid move on my end.
I even did my laundry. This doesn´t seem like a big deal, but I never do my laundry on the weekends, specifically on a Saturday. Then I went to the grocery store. Then I went to get an oil change. Then I went to the skatepark. Then I linked up with some usual suspects. All on Saturday. I, I am unstoppable.
Today calls for a tire rotation and cleaning my bathroom. Domesticated? Maybe.
Usually I like to think of Saturdays of the day where you go out with your friends and essentially throw all caution to the wind. This Saturday was different. Although I did get to hang with one of Midlo´s finest (ain´t it something that there is a handful of Midlothianites up here?), I got some other errands done that I usually don´t do until last minute due to precarious time management during the week.
First thing was getting up mad early to bike to Lower Manhattan. I helped a lady and her kid the other day there fix the bearing on the kid´s penny board, and decided to skate around a little after that. At first, I realized that I was right next to the NYSE. I had just bought a share of some stupid company on Robinhood the day before, so that was funny (more or less). The view from the pier was nice, and I told myself that I needed to go back this weekend while the temp was not deathly hot like it has been today already. The J train was under maintenance the whole week, and it would have required me to take a bus (which I still have to figure out). The GPS said it would take the same amount of time to get there by bike, so I hit the audible play call button and went along with it. Getting there I crossed the Manhattan Bridge, went through Chinatown, and Downtown Brooklyn all for the first time. Solid move on my end.
I even did my laundry. This doesn´t seem like a big deal, but I never do my laundry on the weekends, specifically on a Saturday. Then I went to the grocery store. Then I went to get an oil change. Then I went to the skatepark. Then I linked up with some usual suspects. All on Saturday. I, I am unstoppable.
Today calls for a tire rotation and cleaning my bathroom. Domesticated? Maybe.
Tuesday, July 14, 2020
I still got it / todavia lo tengo
I bought a new board today. And some new wheels. I was riding fresh coming down DeKalb towards the avenue.
New trucks and bearings were waiting at my apartment, and it was only right that I set up my board as soon as I stepped through my bedroom door. I thought to myself whether I wanted to hit Maria Hernandez, or go to TF West (TF West, right?). The latter enticed me more and I boarded the J with 10 seconds to spare before it took off from the platform.
I had a feeling that I had not tightened the bolts to my trucks enough, but still went on my little escapade. La Abiceleste on my back, and a old pair of Nikes that I bought from Marshalls last November. I go for a back tail on the baby box, and BOOM. My wheel pops off, which means the bolt is also off. The next 30 minutes are spent walking around, trying to figure out where such a small yet important piece to my board went. Nearly giving up, I find it behind a bench and continue my session.
Two dudes sat next to me as I took a break from skating once I had found my bolt. They were speaking Spanish and I instantly picked up on it. As they left, I left them with a ¨Que se vayan bien¨, and we instantly had a 3 minute convo about how Messi may never win a World Cup because of how shit his team is. That was one of the first times I was able to use my Spanish out of the context of ordering food over the counter, or speaking to my stepmother. I was confident, in that I usually do not decide to do such a thing.
In short, I still got it.
New trucks and bearings were waiting at my apartment, and it was only right that I set up my board as soon as I stepped through my bedroom door. I thought to myself whether I wanted to hit Maria Hernandez, or go to TF West (TF West, right?). The latter enticed me more and I boarded the J with 10 seconds to spare before it took off from the platform.
I had a feeling that I had not tightened the bolts to my trucks enough, but still went on my little escapade. La Abiceleste on my back, and a old pair of Nikes that I bought from Marshalls last November. I go for a back tail on the baby box, and BOOM. My wheel pops off, which means the bolt is also off. The next 30 minutes are spent walking around, trying to figure out where such a small yet important piece to my board went. Nearly giving up, I find it behind a bench and continue my session.
Two dudes sat next to me as I took a break from skating once I had found my bolt. They were speaking Spanish and I instantly picked up on it. As they left, I left them with a ¨Que se vayan bien¨, and we instantly had a 3 minute convo about how Messi may never win a World Cup because of how shit his team is. That was one of the first times I was able to use my Spanish out of the context of ordering food over the counter, or speaking to my stepmother. I was confident, in that I usually do not decide to do such a thing.
In short, I still got it.
Sunday, July 12, 2020
driving down the jersey tnpk
The Jersey Turnpike is, for a lack of better words, everything that you expect it to be and not to be, all at the same time.
I have had the pleasure (ergo, sarcasm) of taking this route to drive down south and back for the last few months on numerous occasions. The smell is constant, the speeding drivers never seem to slow down, and me driving in the slow lane at exactly 65 MPH is less than a threat to society.
Driving to DC and back on a regular weekend takes about 8-10 hours round trip. I always feel like the way back up is easier than the way down. I keep my car parked in Hempstead so that I will not have to deal with the daily parking craziness that exists all over the city. Close enough to where I have easy access to it. Me and BL decided last minute to meet half way in Cap City at, like, 7PM Friday and ended up linking around 3 in the morning and not getting to bed until 6 the next morning. The bags in my eyes from 2016 are slowly but surely making a comeback.
BL and Larry´s weekend getaway, if you will. A trip to the river and biking/blading through the city was nice, topping it off with our fancy wine ($8 bottle of Vinho Verde) to end the night. Waking up next to her never gets old, and saying goodbye typically never gets easier.
Well, what´s new? My job is a job. No complaints, or anything overly exciting to share. Being one of the youngest people at the workplace is definitely different. The typical office jargon revolves around topics that I have no interest in, and I am perfectly fine with that. Even better, I am essentially invisible at work at the moment. We´re so swamped with backlogged work that me and the other like 4 people who have started at the same time as me are just sitting in the training room, simply existing. Ain´t no complaints (shoutout Metro Boomin).
I´ve been in the city for almost a month now and I am starting to get the swings, and by that I mean I am finally starting to walk a little bit faster than usual. I can get on the train to work without using my phone for directions, found the local park, and got a bike to cruise around when I have not-shit else to do.
I´m going alright, very alright.
I have had the pleasure (ergo, sarcasm) of taking this route to drive down south and back for the last few months on numerous occasions. The smell is constant, the speeding drivers never seem to slow down, and me driving in the slow lane at exactly 65 MPH is less than a threat to society.
Driving to DC and back on a regular weekend takes about 8-10 hours round trip. I always feel like the way back up is easier than the way down. I keep my car parked in Hempstead so that I will not have to deal with the daily parking craziness that exists all over the city. Close enough to where I have easy access to it. Me and BL decided last minute to meet half way in Cap City at, like, 7PM Friday and ended up linking around 3 in the morning and not getting to bed until 6 the next morning. The bags in my eyes from 2016 are slowly but surely making a comeback.
BL and Larry´s weekend getaway, if you will. A trip to the river and biking/blading through the city was nice, topping it off with our fancy wine ($8 bottle of Vinho Verde) to end the night. Waking up next to her never gets old, and saying goodbye typically never gets easier.
Well, what´s new? My job is a job. No complaints, or anything overly exciting to share. Being one of the youngest people at the workplace is definitely different. The typical office jargon revolves around topics that I have no interest in, and I am perfectly fine with that. Even better, I am essentially invisible at work at the moment. We´re so swamped with backlogged work that me and the other like 4 people who have started at the same time as me are just sitting in the training room, simply existing. Ain´t no complaints (shoutout Metro Boomin).
I´ve been in the city for almost a month now and I am starting to get the swings, and by that I mean I am finally starting to walk a little bit faster than usual. I can get on the train to work without using my phone for directions, found the local park, and got a bike to cruise around when I have not-shit else to do.
I´m going alright, very alright.
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