Alice In Chains

I love this band!! It’s my second favorite after Nirvana from the early 90’s. There is One song that really got to me and it’s because of its lyrics and how much many of us can relate to it in moments of darkness.  Like Kurt, Layne  was gone too soon, exactly 8 years after Kurt Cobain’s death. 😦

We chase misprinted lies
We face the path of time
And yet I fight
And yet I fight
This battle all alone
No one to cry to
No place to call home


My gift of self is raped
My privacy is raked
And yet I find
And yet I find
Repeating in my head
If I can’t be my own
I’d feel better dead


The X Files

Mulder & Scully the best fictional couple IMO in TV history. So much was said without uttering a word, they spoke with their eyes, a slight touch of the hand was electrifying enough for us fans to go crazy and ship them and ship them we did. In fact, this is the TV couple that invented the word ship. Sculder is what I call them. I still love this show and I’m so glad Amazon Prime and Hulu are for now airing all seasons. One of my favorite episodes ever is Paper Hearts from Season 4. The BEST seasons are the ones shot in Vancouver, after they move to LA the show lost most of its darkness and what made it magical and special to watch (at least for me), nonetheless, the undeniable chemistry and love between these two beloved characters has stand the test of time. 💖💖💖 


When I was a kid and a teen the thought of kids made me well roll my eyes, not anymore. Now that I’m mentally and emotionally ready I feel like its eluding me. 😐 I want to be a mother, even  when I reach my 40’s I still want to experience motherhood not simply because it’s my biological right as a female but because I don’t want to miss out on this life changing event . I know I can conceive, I’ve had a battery  of  tests done and I know I can conceive. All doctors I consulted agreed that my biological age is much younger than my chronological age. I just have the unfortunate luck of meeting the wrong men and because of this I am seriously considering Artificial Insemination.   👶👶👶


The House of the Spirits (Movie)

I love this film  version of the book, directed by Billy August. Yes it is very different in the sense that key characters like La Nana, The twins, Adult Alba and Miguel are missing, but the essence of the book remains true. What happens to Alba in the book happens to Blanca in the movie. Despite its setbacks the movie IMO is well acted and the soundtrack by Hans Zimmer is beautiful. I read summer of last year that Hulu was in the works to do a miniseries about the book with Isabel Allende on board as producer, but thus far I haven’t heard anything else. No word on production or if they will actually make it. I hope they do and in Spanish this time.

Women in Today’s Society

This great and insightful article is in Spanish but it can be translated. It is disheartening  how even in the 21st century, women especially independent women, are looked down upon if they aren’t the “quiet” and “submissive” type. I work in the scientific field and I have seen first hand how females, especially those who are attracted are treated as if they aren’t smart enough because of how they look. Not to toot my own horn, but I’m fairly attracted and have had this unfortunate experience first hand. Once in an Organic Chemistry class the professor “jokingly” (as the asshole put it) said; “what did a pretty girl  like you have to do to get a 98 in the midterm”. I Studied!!! that’s what I did. I immediately  reported him but the University didn’t do anything and for Organic Chem II I took the class at night to avoid him.  This is still happening and sadly as long as we live in a world where women are still looked down upon and judge solely by their looks, it will continue to happen. 😑




I haven’t read books in Spanish in a while. I can’t wait to reread Don Quixote after more than 20 years and Eduardo Galeano’s masterpiece “Las Venas Abiertas de América Latina” and reread  again The House of the Spirits.


Women’s Rights

This has NOTHING  to do with  the Me too movement or Times Up, it has to do with the Sad and unfortunate fact that even in the 21st century women who have been raped victims or of sexual assault are still being vilified and men who have been victims are laughed upon. BOTH genders should be taken seriously when they claim to have been victimized in such a horrible way. Is this ever going to end???!!! 

Watching Law & Order SVU reminded me of how little respect WE Women have in  this world.

Let It Enfold You – by Charles Bukowski

Beautiful poem I found thanks to the wonderful and heartbreaking movie, Beautiful Boy.


Either peace or happiness, 
let it enfold you 
when I was a young man 
I felt these things were 
dumb, unsophisticated. 
I had bad blood, a twisted 
mind, a precarious 

I was hard as granite, I 
leered at the 

I trusted no man and 
especially no 

I was living a hell in 
small rooms, I broke 
things, smashed things, 
walked through glass, 
I challenged everything, 
was continually being 
evicted, jailed, in and 
out of fights, in and out 
of my mind. 
women were something 
to screw and rail 
at, I had no male 

I changed jobs and 
cities, I hated holidays, 
babies, history, 
newspapers, museums, 
marriage, movies, 
spiders, garbagemen, 
english accents,spain, 
france,italy,walnuts and 
the color 
algebra angered me, 
opera sickened me, 
charlie chaplin was a 
and flowers were for 

peace and happiness to me 
were signs of 
tenants of the weak 

but as I went on with 
my alley fights, 
my suicidal years, 
my passage through 
any number of 
women-it gradually 
began to occur to 
that I wasn’t different 

from the 
others, I was the same, 

they were all fulsome 
with hatred, 
glossed over with petty 
the men I fought in 
alleys had hearts of stone. 
everybody was nudging, 
inching, cheating for 
some insignificant 
the lie was the 
weapon and the 
plot was 
darkness was the 

cautiously, I allowed 
myself to feel good 
at times. 
I found moments of 
peace in cheap 
just staring at the 
knobs of some 
or listening to the 
rain in the 
the less I needed 
the better I 

maybe the other life had worn me 
I no longer found 
in topping somebody 
in conversation. 
or in mounting the 
body of some poor 
drunken female 
whose life had 
slipped away into 

I could never accept 
life as it was, 
i could never gobble 
down all its 
but there were parts, 
tenuous magic parts 
open for the 

I re formulated 
I don’t know when, 
date, time, all 
but the change 
something in me 
relaxed, smoothed 
i no longer had to 
prove that I was a 

I didn’t have to prove 

I began to see things: 
coffee cups lined up 
behind a counter in a 
or a dog walking along 
a sidewalk. 
or the way the mouse 
on my dresser top 
stopped there 
with its body, 
its ears, 
its nose, 
it was fixed, 
a bit of life 
caught within itself 
and its eyes looked 
at me 
and they were 
then- it was 

I began to feel good, 
I began to feel good 
in the worst situations 
and there were plenty 
of those. 
like say, the boss 
behind his desk, 
he is going to have 
to fire me. 

I’ve missed too many 
he is dressed in a 
suit, necktie, glasses, 
he says, ‘I am going 
to have to let you go’ 

‘it’s all right’ I tell 

He must do what he 
must do, he has a 
wife, a house, children, 
expenses, most probably 
a girlfriend. 

I am sorry for him 
he is caught. 

I walk onto the blazing 
the whole day is 

(the whole world is at the 
throat of the world, 
everybody feels angry, 
short-changed, cheated, 
everybody is despondent, 

I welcomed shots of 
peace, tattered shards of 

I embraced that stuff 
like the hottest number, 
like high heels, breasts, 

(don’t get me wrong, 
there is such a thing as cockeyed optimism 
that overlooks all 
basic problems just for 
the sake of 
this is a shield and a 

The knife got near my 
throat again, 
I almost turned on the 
but when the good 
moments arrived 
I didn’t fight them off 
like an alley 
I let them take me, 
I luxuriated in them, 
I made them welcome 
I even looked into 
the mirror 
once having thought 
myself to be 
I now liked what 
I saw, almost 
handsome, yes, 
a bit ripped and 
scares, lumps, 
odd turns, 
but all in all, 
not too bad, 
almost handsome, 
better at least than 
some of those movie 
star faces 
like the cheeks of 
a baby’s 

and finally I discovered 
real feelings of 
like lately, 
like this morning, 
as I was leaving, 
for the track, 
i saw my wife in bed, 
just the 
shape of 
her head there 
(not forgetting 
centuries of the living 
and the dead and 
the dying, 
the pyramids, 
Mozart dead 
but his music still 
there in the 
room, weeds growing, 
the earth turning, 
the tote board waiting for 
I saw the shape of my 
wife’s head, 
she so still, 
I ached for her life, 
just being there 
under the 

I kissed her in the 
got down the stairway, 
got outside, 
got into my marvelous 
fixed the seatbelt, 
backed out the 
feeling warm to 
the fingertips, 
down to my 
foot on the gas 
I entered the world 
drove down the 
past the houses 
full and empty 
I saw the mailman, 
he waved 
at me. 



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