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  1. British Isles produces my two newest BFFs

    April 4, 2012 by elenamary

    I’ve loved the internet, ever since the days of dial up when I would hear all those beeps and tones as the modem connected to what would now be an absurdly slow speed.  Back then you really did feel like you could reach the end of the internet.  Now the internet seems filled with never ending absurdities.  One thing that has remained the same is the ability to peak into peoples lives whom you could never have known without the internet.  I’ve recently come across two such people, both of the British Isles, Clisare and Keni Styles.

    Let me start with Clisare, whom I came across via my Irish friend Aisling who posted a great video by Clisare titled “Shite Irish Girls Say“, while I did find it really really funny, I still find “Shite Irish Lads Say” even funnier.

     

    Clisare is an artistic charismatic woman whom makes me feel invited to come and hang out with her and her friends.  The conversations may not be high brow  but they don’t need to be, rather they offer me a perspective to hanging out in Ireland, that without the internet I couldn’t get here in Ohio.  Her informal conversations aren’t  that of a vapid person, she is an LGBT activist and ally, she is aware of issues effecting her community but she is able to share them in a low-key manner so that we can pass our medicine with a big dollop of sugar.  Clisare gives me a unique perspective into the lives of some young people in Ireland not only do I enjoy it her posts, I look forward to them.

    The other British Isle export to my laptop is the wonderful Keni Styles.  I came across Keni Styles via one of my favorite blogs, Racialicious, where they had named him their crush of the week.  Keni Styles is an intelligent, politically aware, porn star.  The writer at Racialicious loved him for his porn, but for me while the eye candy is enjoyable, I don’t find myself really interested in his porn rather in his political perspective.  From ageism and misogyny in the workplace, to the riots in England and institutionalized racism (that’s right— it’s when he says “institutionalized racism” that get’s me all excited), his views on the food we consume and the idea of how processed food effects our health, and his tips on gardening in urban spaces.

     

    It is all of these things that make him a delight to follow on the internet whether it be his tumblr, his video blogs or his tweets.  In fact I wish he’d do a little less of the flirty tweeting and more ideological tweets…that’s the stuff I love to read.  The only thing that really makes me sad about Keni is that he vloged about running a 5k in 21 minutes, and the competitive part of me thought, “damn I’d lose in that 5k”  so on the off chance Keni reads this, if we do a 5K jog  together, can we keep it to 9 minute mile pace?

    My two new internet BFFs are people who are fully enjoying life while stilling being aware of their surroundings; they come from a different background than this small town girl from Ohio, and to boot they are also people whom without the internet I would have never found.  Go check ‘em out.


  2. Poor decisions, great friends

    February 20, 2012 by elenamary

    This all started a few weeks ago.  My good friend Alex told me he was thinking of fasting for 40 days.  It seemed like a good number of days he said.  I, being the competitive person I am, felt that if he was going to do it, I should too.  It was all downhill from there.  First we figured we would do an all liquid diet and I began finding recipes mostly geared for people with their jaws wired shut.  I found an awesome chocolate bourbon pudding recipe but Alex felt that was cheating.  We also began to fear 40 days.  That’s a long time.  So we have both committed to two weeks of fasting with the exception of protein shakes, fish oil, fiber (like metamucil) and water.  If we can go two weeks without any medical emergencies, we will push on for a total of forty days.

    Elenamary and Alex

    We’ve decided to do this in conjunction with lent.   This has inspired me to want to go to church. For our big kick off on Wednesday I will be going to Ash Wednesday Catholic mass.  I mean, really is there any place better to kick off poor decision making than in  a church? We don’t believe in such fairy tales, and yet it seems like an appropriate time to do it.  So why not?

    We are also going to continue our gym habit.  Alex and I work out together a few times a week, and on our own a few times.  Part of our agreement is to not decrease our exercise at all.  To maintain as normal as a life as we can.   In preperation for this poor decision, I made another poor decision to balance it out.  Today I baked some of my favorite and highest caloric foods.  I made a dense quiche, chocolate cupcakes with a cheesecake filling, and carrot cake muffins with a cheesecake filling.  I figured that before fasting I should enjoy some gluttony while I can.
    Poor decisions


  3. math boys

    February 19, 2012 by elenamary

    You know those friends you don’t get to hang out with enough, and every time you do, you wonder why you let so much time go by?  That is how I feel about what I like to call my “math boys”.  I met the math boys back when they were starting graduate school, now they are the math professors.  How did my friends become the teachers? When did this happen?

    A few nights ago, I went over to hang out with them.  My plan was to party with them but not drink as I had work in the morning.  I didn’t drink but man I can’t stay up until 4am anymore without it messing up the whole next day–I’m still recovering.    We played a couple nerd games including Liar’s Dice.   It was hilarious to me that we played this, as I’d only seen the game in bars in China, I never thought it was played here.

    Group work: How many mathematicians does it take?

    Do you know what happens when you play a game of probability with a bunch of math professors?  The game stops, and the group spends an hour trying to find an algorithm for the “perfect game” such as one were you would always win.  After an hour of trying to find all the possible moves the boys began to realize game theory comes into play and that this was not something we were going to be able to solve in one night.   This is to say I had an awesome time talking game theory and probability.   And to boot I won one of my dice back by correctly figuring that McPocho had lined up his dice using the Fibonacci sequence.  I miss nerding out like this.  Why don’t I hang out with them more often?

    You've got to work the math out.


  4. and so it happend

    January 23, 2012 by elenamary

    Blogtitlan, finally, after much planning (I posted about it here), united in real life, or at least as Cindylu has called it (and I’ve stolen) had a Blogotitlán mini reunion. We were missing keyplayers like El Pocho Abogado, Xolo, El Más Chingon and of course the other blogueros.

    We were to meet in San Diego. My dude Juan and I left a snow storm in Columbus just in time before they started canceling flights and off we went to Phoenix (only to later learn Poor Little Tumbleweed had been redirected to Phoenix as well). Arriving in San Diego, we meet up with Poor Little Tumbleweed and rented a cute little mustang convertible. I know it is touristy but it was that or the Crown Vic and that was an oh hells no option. We headed over to our blogtitlan rental house.

    I of course rang the neighbor’s doorbell first but once we found the right house we found, El Oso Pecoso, Cindylu, her fiance Sean and her sister Lori. Later that night HP would arrive with HP junior. Next night more would swing by or stay at the house including GRD, Nathan Gibbs, and Chris.

    On Sunday some of us (Mario, Oso, Cindylu, PoorLittleTumbleweed, Cindylu, Sean, Lori, Nathan AKA Juan, and I) ran the Carlsbad 1/2 or full marathon. GRD came out with banners to cheer us on and never found us. I’ve never had anyone make signs for me for a race. It was sweet. I felt so much unity as I ran along the pacific coast watching the surfers enjoy the waves.

    After the race

    Post Carlsbad Race (missing Poor Little Tumbleweed who ran the full), picture from Cindylu.

    The reunion was a nice. It felt however, as if we were more grown-up then we had been when we had been writing. It hit home hard that I am not as young as I used to be. I can’t explain that feeling but it was always present. That isn’t to say I didn’t enjoy myself. I had fun with crazy little tumbleweeds antics. Or feeling the support of Nathan Gibbs as we ran those first 10 miles of the race together. It was nice to meet the blogueros partners although I wish I could’ve asked them what did they think of their spouse blogging and being part of blogtitlan. The time felt too rushed and as if we couldn’t party too much since we did have the big race coming up. I hope for the next reunion that I can stay an extra day or two after the race, hanging out with blogtitlan. I hope Gus and HP will race too and kick some butt. I hope I go back thinner and more fit (with lots of inspiration from Cindylu). I hope the next reunion is bigger and that I can spend more time hugging my fellow blogueros. To the ones I did get to spend the weekend with, thank you for being my blogtitlan familia.

    My pictures from Blogotitlán mini reunion.
    Cindylu’s pictures from the Blogotitlán mini reunion and Cindylu’s blog post about the reunion and post about the race.
    GRD’s pictures from Blogotitlán mini reunion.
    Oso’s blog post and his pictures.
    Sean’s pictures from Blogotitlán mini reunion and his blog post.

     

    (we are talking of another reunion in Chicago in October for the Chicago Marathon, who is in?)


  5. Humor

    December 11, 2011 by elenamary

    I try to tell people interested in interpreting, that knowing a language isn’t achieved by knowing a vocabulary.  Knowing a language is cultural, it is becoming the language, being part of the ethos, it  is a change in personality and perspective.
    Humor is a great identifier of ones culture.  I always realize how I am not so american when I watch American comedies and how I am even less Mexican than I like to think I am when I watch Mexican comedies.

    I suck at pop culture. Both Mexican and American. I’ve never seen Star Wars, Pulp Fiction, American Idol and rarely get the references made in American comedies like The Simpsons.  When I watch or listen to Mexican comedies it is even worse.  El Chavo del Ocho doesn’t make me laugh.  I can’t stand La Familia Peluche and have never once laughed during it.  At least with American comedies I sometimes laugh.  However, in both situations I feel a disconnect especially with people around me who look like the are about to lose bladder control from the laughter.  I’ve been watching a lot of Mexican stand-up comedy and joke telling as of late. I feel overwhelmed by a sense of disconnect and sadness.  I am not really Mexican. I don’t laugh at all and it makes me feel like a failure as a Mexican.  I understand what is supposed to be funny but I don’t find it funny.  I attempt to analyze what it is I am missing.

    On the rare occasions I do find a Mexican comedy funny, moments after my laughing as ceased, I realize that my laughter happened naturally and I feel a sense of belonging.   Below is a clip from a vulgar, Mexican comedy show.  I laughed and enjoyed it and was pleased with my enjoyment.  Additionally, here is a link to a blog post by a British friend of mine.  She writes about Americans (and my) inability to comprehend dry wit or sarcasm…although I like to think I prefer dry humor to slapstick.

    A funny political aside: my mother who has lived in the the United State for 30+ years now, was flipping through the channels and stopped at a speech being given by Rick Perry.  She listened attentively and then looked at me for a cue and asked “Is he real? Or is this The SNL?”   She wasn’t sure if she was supposed to be laughing.


  6. Thanks sporty friends

    November 20, 2011 by elenamary

    Elenamary Bike Race
    My dear friend Norm, and I am paraphrasing here, said  something like “As long as you have either music or sports you will always have friends”.  I think he is right.  I am jealous I don’t have music or as KyJah once told me I have “anti-rhythm”.   I do however have athletics. The more I participate in sports, the more I wonder what people do together if they don’t get together to play sports? As I am training for the 1/2 marathon with blogtitlan and for the upcoming triathlon season, I frequently find myself thinking of all the friends that helped me along the way.

     

    Sarah Elena Beach Costa Rica

    Elenamary and Sarah, Costa Rica

    It started with Sarah.  I was the heaviest I’d  ever been, and I didn’t know where to begin.  Sarah liked running and going to the gym and doing all those things I hated and feared, but I asked her for help and she responded in her normal sugary over-excited way “of course!”   At first I was too embarrassed to even get on the scale.  I didn’t want to know how bad it was.  I got on the scale backwards and asked Sarah to look, and to not tell me but to keep track of my weight weekly.  I only asked that she let me know if the number was going down.  We worked on cardio and weight training.  Sarah set me up with a plan for arms, core, and legs (that I follow to this day). I’d felt uncomfortable in the gym, awkward, I couldn’t think of a situation more malapropos for my existence.  Yet, with Sarah I never felt criticized (despite the fact that I’d long before sworn to never trust a woman whose thighs didn’t touch).  I was surprised how at ease Sarah could put me.  This bouncy blond gyminist  med student whose thighs don’t touch, who can do pull-ups with one arm, who proportionate to body size has boobs way bigger than mine, was so genuinely encouraging that I was going to have to admit she was pretty awesome.  She’d email me how proud of me she was, offer me motivation to go on days when I felt like giving up, work out next to me and correct my positioning while never doing it anyway that felt belittling or insulting.

    Sarah gave me the courage to get more involved in athletics and in it turn,  I have been on sports teams galore as an adult and I am loving it.
    football group shot game 02
    Swim Team shot 2
    Triathlon team

    As I continue to train and still work on improving my body.  I’ve made great friends who have encouraged me and inspired me.  There is Yony who ran my first half-marathon next to me.  It took me almost 3 hours to finish it the first time.  He was so bored with my pace that he tried to make the run an obstacle course by running backwards, jumping up and off of curbs, by zigging and zagging out of obstacles he created. He did stay with me for those long 3 hours and encouraged me to keep going even when it started to rain and we passed my house around the 7th mile marker. Patrick got me to compete in my first triathlon.  Norm got me to compete in my first mountain bike race.  Rocky went with me to a sprint triathlon at the University of Akron and did the run twice so that he could run along side me as I finished.  Solomon coached me in swimming in the dawn hours of the day.   Laura A. got me on a schedule for timed 5k race.  Kae who gave me one-on-one yoga classes.

    Vu who competes with me at the gym in who can get sweatier (he always wins).   Amy who ran with me at Beekman park and would inspire me with her ultra-marathon stories and goals.   Cindylu who writes about her own struggles in weight loss and running that inspires me to not give up.  Jason B. who rode his bike behind me while  I ran and encouraged me to keep my pace up.  Jess and Steph who have done multiple triathlons with me and encouraged me the whole way.  José who become my personal 1/2 ironman trainer and would push me on long bike rides to go even farther.  Laura R. who would play football with me against the men, when no other women would.  Simon who became my gym buddy and helped me find an awesome gym in Haikou which almost gave me enough reason to stay there and keep training.

     

    Laura and ElenamaryThere are a lot of people who’ve helped me become more athletic the last couple years. Not necessairly people who did the sports with me but there are those who gave me advice when I over-trained or  made me playlists or sometimes even made the music I work out to.  Sports have helped me build a great community of friends and I am thankful for it.