November 25, 2004

  • A day to look back…

    Well, the holidays have come pounding in again. Like an 800 pound turkey that can sit anywhere it wants. Family family everywhere.

    Look, this guy shot me out of his vas deference.

    He also shot out these blokes (not my sister’s husband, I hope).

    Not all of us cooked in the same oven, though, the younger set popped out of her.

    Unpictured are my elder sibling Luis Jose ( I will get a picture tonight, worry not), and my mother, which is an entire other story.

    Today we will eat a big fat bird together, and rejoice that we can share all these bountiful things.

    My first instinct is to breakdown the holiday as the white man’s way of using natives to survive only to then steal their land and kill 90 percent of them in a blanket genocide.

    But, like most holidays, you can also try to see the bright side. This is a time to gather with people you love and realize some things. That for whatever reason, you are alive, and that that (passed its existential dilemmas of unanswered whys?) is a special unique opportunity. A time to look back and not dwell on all the horrid things from your past, but to focus on the events that make you a lucky son or daughter of a bitch.

    You are alive. Shit is happening all around you. The interweb! Cellphones! Margaritas! They did not have crap like this years ago. Give thanks.

    I am thankful for…

    Sweedish fish.
    Anyone I have ever kissed.
    My brain.
    My ability to orgasm.
    Skin.
    Rice and chicken.
    This crazy job I fell into.
    My family, even though they are totally insane.
    Everyone I have ever met, but especially those few kind people I call my friends.
    My grandfather. For working his ass off to give me this life of privelage I live.
    My father, for continuing that legacy.
    The game of chess, for framing my neurons in a way that made me the problemsolving machine I am today.
    My ipod.
    Good movies. When they are good, there’s nothing like it.
    My spycam.
    Every good book I have read.
    Music.
    Fuck it, all the arts.
    Every good conversation I have ever had.

    Im out of time.

    Happy thanksgiving, everyone.