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La Vida de Caridad: The New York City Vortex

Guggenheim Dome

None of these stories relate to the Guggenheim, but the spiral dome looks like a vortex!

According to 2010 United States Census, New York City is the most populous city in the country with over eight million people.  Furthermore, according to NYC’s official guide, over 40 million people visit this city annually.  You might begin reading this thinking “It’s a small world” but by the end, I wonder if you would think that is the most appropriate phrase.  I am by no means a math major, but I feel like my most recent trip to NYC over President’s Day weekend has to be a statistical anomaly.  In fact, I think I may have flown in and out of a vortex.

Why 13 is My Favorite Number

My Shoe Calendar on Friday the 13th

My Shoe Calendar on Friday the 13th

I figured I’d squeeze in this post before the end of the first Friday the 13th of 2012 (the first of three such days this year separated by 13 weeks). Perhaps it’s my empathetic spirit, but 13 is actually my favorite number. It is partly because it has such a bad rep that I thought to make it a favorite number a long time ago. But while this is how it started, adopting 13 as a favorite number has grown to shade my perspective beyond this numeric empathy.

A Moment for my Diamond Earrings

My earringsToday I felt like wearing my diamond earrings.  If you look at the instagram photo to the right, by diamond earrings, I mean well not really much of diamonds.  But that doesn’t matter.

I bought these earrings myself.  $25.  Church silent auction.  They’re butterflies – something anyone who keeps up-to-date with on this blog realizes is a favorite symbol of mine.

But despite the lack of cost (and let’s face it, almost lack of diamond), there’s something about being able to tell myself that I bought my first diamond earrings all by myself.  There’s something in that message that I’ve always found empowering.

La Vida de Caridad: The Girl with the Red Katana

sword

The other night I stayed up watching documentaries on Netflix and working.  When I’m up late I know better than to watch paranormal anything (though I make an exception for anything with cryptozoology because I don’t think Big Foot exists in urban Los Angeles and Nessie is obviously not going to attack me).  Not that my documentary choices weren’t a little spooky – The Miracle at Fatima and one about English castles (did you know there’s something called Wood Henge and that castles used to be made wood?).  But they weren’t anything to make my hair stand up on end.

Like Cups of Coffee: The Art of Rejection

Rejecting w/ Style (or Something)

Rejecting w/ Style (or Something)

If you followed my twitter the other day, you would know that I had back-to-back (practically!) rejection letters from two publications (technically it was three rejections – two poems, 1 prose piece).  For the most part, they were good rejection letters (yes, there is such a thing as a good rejection).  But having received a double dose of it today in the great game of “getting published”, I thought I’d take a moment to talk about the art of rejection.

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