Day at a time, I suppose

Can we all just take a second and remember how fucking amazing Omar from The Wire is? He is the sickest at laying the smack down. Also, his tie looks hella dope.

I die a little

It's August already, and I am back in Kansas City. I do not like it one bit.

Entonces quiero que me llames enamorado

Entonces quiero que me llames enamorado 

Tierno, suave, también puedes decirme cariño, ángel 

Mejor llamáme deseo, papito, chongo, caballo, hipogrifo y delirante 

Llamáme loco, fresco, tímido, discreto, atento y caballero 

Llamáme primero 

Porque no probás con anunciarte 

Llamáme a gritos con calentura 

Diciéndome sexy en egipcio 

Llamáme amigo, común, elegido, regalo 

Llamáme para inventar caprichos 

Llamáme con nombres falsos

Do I wanna know?

I've dreamt about you nearly every night this week
How many secrets can you keep?
'Cause there's this song I've found that makes me think of you somehow
And I play it on repeat til I fall asleep

I am very upset right now

I had two black students this year named Trayvon (albeit with different spellings). Will they end up like Martin? Will someone see them in a hoodie and assume they are up to no good? Will a lawyer be able to convince a jury that they deserved to die and therefore their murderer gets to walk free in "self-defense"? Or will a lifetime of discrimination and oppression play out in less violent but no less devastating ways?

Sleepless in Oakland

It's only 11 pm and I wanted to go to bed an hour ago, but my body just wouldn't let me. That's what I get for staying up late and drinking too much last night. I think I always say this, but long island iced tea: NEVER AGAIN.

Parallel universe

My favorite thing about New York was when two subway trains would run parallel underground and you could see into the other train. The speed gives the metal between the windows the fell of an old-time film, where the slides aren't fast enough and your brain can process the skips. It's like looking into another world: another car full of people, some reading, some talking, some with headphones, all going to the same place as you but on a track in another universe. Like a film projected on the tunnel walls to fill the tedious gaps in between stops. Lives running parallel to ours but never touching. I could see people talking, gesticulating wildly and could practical hear them. I wonder if anyone in the parallel universe looked over at me and thought the same thing.