Saturday, March 8, 2008

Linkin Park done took Himbo to church today

My brain is drowning in a sea of endorphins; I've sank to a deep euphoric state. Having said that, the following may not make very much sense: I’m not speaking in efforts to recover my voice by tomorrow, for work, yet all I want to do is regurgitate what I just experienced: a delicious symphony consisting of thousands of devout disciples, screaming along with one terrifically-thunderous leader, Chester Bennington, backed by his councilmen, Mike Shinoda, Mr. Hahn, Mark Bourdon, Brad Delson and Phoenix, collectively known to the masses as Linkin Park.

Today's service was held at a cathedral called The Staples Center, fittingly, in none other than The City of Angels. In support of Linkin Park's newest album, Minutes to Midnight, “Padre Bennington” exquisitely bellowed the good word; the entire congregation mirrored each and every lyric, to each and every song, as loud as humanly possible from beginning to end, demanding and victoriously resulting in a double encore. I'm grateful for the 2 hour holiday, which is likely to carry through tomorrow afternoon, easing my mind of the situation life plopped in front of me recently.

...Now, I'm off to watch American Idol!

Tuesday, March 4, 2008

Abuelita's Silent House

I visited my grandmother yesterday because her health is deteriorating and isn't expected to live out the end of the month. I'm not used to seeing her in that state, she has always been incredibly independent – though now she's in hospice and we can barely make out her speech. I guess I've been dreading this day, but kept putting-off thinking about it for all the obvious reasons, and telling myself that it's because she didn't show warning until now. I guess it sort of makes me feel a little better; pretending that I didn't know the time crept up. But more so, I am comforted by knowing that I spent a lot of quality time with her a couple of years ago, while I lived a year with her when I first left Hemet to work in Anaheim. I will always remember the stories she *repeatedly* recited of my many shenanigans, and those of my family – now realizing why she retold them so often. One of her favorites was when she, my mom, and my especially-conservative aunt were bathing me (at age 2 or 3) and left me in the bath to play while they chatted in the nearby kitchen. After a couple of minutes they were interrupted by a toddler-sized roar followed by a plethora of Spanish curses directed at them. After running to the bathroom, they found me furiously trying to wipe a few suds of shampoo out of my face – she laughs herself to tears every time she retells this story.

Although the light that is her life is dimming, she valiantly accepts visitors, faintly laughing while she attempts to speak, as if to show that she has accepted her inevitable fait. When someone fares her goodbye, she raises her hands and wavers a catholic blessing in a very maternal manner.

I've learned to disconnect myself from my emotions and reality, especially during these times, so it hasn't quite set in – feeling sort of numb to everything, even the taste of food doesn't have the same appeal. The only thing I've found to extract me from this protected state is music. I caught myself watching concerts on t.v. or music related programs, three radios in my home are on, there isn't a room that doesn't have music playing. I was watching a Dixie Chicks concert on DVD earlier and the perfect song came on, called Silent House. This part was especially fitting, "Everyday that will pass you by, every name that you won't recall, everything that you made by hand, everything that you know by heart -- and I will try to connect, all the pieces you left, I will carry it on, and let you forget, and I'll remember the years,when your mind was clear, how the laughter and life, filled up this silent house".

Writing this blog certainly helped me gather my thoughts – baby steps, guys.

Click play below to listen to the studio version.

Silent House - Dixie Chicks

Monday, March 3, 2008

Le Début

Bonjour, reader. Let me start with informing you, I am not french. Mexican[-American] in fact. I just like to use random french words for no reason. I know, weird.

Well, anyway... I never made that critical first post in which I explain the purpose and direction [or misdirection, in my case] of my blow-g {southern for blog]. Partly because there is no direction or purpose, kinda like my life [not really], but mostly because I began this blog on myspace and later migrated here. My BFF and colleague, Bon Don wanted to read my blog but she couldn't do it at work because our lovely employer, which we will refer to as The Hotel, blocks myspace, so she suggested I go public by moving it to blogger. And by suggested I mean, she held me in a chokehold and kicked my stomach until I did it. I know... I love her too.

I owe Bon Don so much, she not only introduced me to the blogosphere, but she also gave me my name, Himbo, which means Male Bimbo. I'm not really sure why she calls me that but it stuck and it's a lot easier to pronounce than my "good name".

She was integral in naming me blow-g My Hair is Luxurious! I now what you're thinking: Duh! but aside from the fact that my hair is obviously luxurious, she introduced me to Katt Williams, which uses that very phrase as one of his signature taglines/punchlines.

I blog about things I find luxurious, and things which are not luxurious. I blog about my life in general. Here are some things you might see me blog about:
  • The OC because I live here.
  • Hollywood and Industry related stuff (i.e. movies, tv shows, celebs) because it's so close to where I live, it's part of our culture.
  • Music because it's my life. I heart music. Can't live without it.
  • Hotels because I work in one.
  • Himbolicious Quotes which are quotes I really like, whether they are compelling or just funny.
  • Family because I have a crazy one. Seriously. Insane. No joke.
  • Traveling because I love to do it. I used to travel a lot more but now I have financial responsiblities so I don't so it as much.
  • Random stuff I find on the interwebs.
  • Friends because I have the most amazing ones.
I hope you enjoy me blow-g. Please comment. I'd love to hear from you.

**Oh, btw, I backdated this post in order to become the very first one in the archives. MHiL! was really born in July of 2008 and I posted this on 12-27-08.**