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January 14, 2005
My Journey for a Sub
So to begin with, I thought about the move which has now been over 7 months. Its become home and although theres several people I miss in Rochester, I feel like CA is home.
I remember when I was little, I always thought about how much I would love to live in CA. It was mostly based on my wanting to become an actor and the glamour of Hollywood. Either way, I always dreamed about it and now it really is like a dream come true.
Its almost like a destiny. Life that is. Not just mine but I suppose for many. What is destiny? I believe (and its only my opinion) that its where life will take us and where we will end up. Anyway, its kind of a spiritual feeling that I wish I could explain more in detail. If anyone else can do it justice, please feel free.
With that, living in CA isnt all its cracked up to be. Today, for lunch, I had a craving for a sub. Guess what? There really isnt any place to get a sub like the ones I was craving. The ones I used to get on the east coast. Every indication of a sub out here is a gormet sandwhich on special rolls or breads. Dont get me wrong, they are fantastic but today I wished there was someplace here where the sub was drenched in oil and mayo to the point where the paper its wrapped in is wet from the oil seeping through. But no, all we get is what looks good and is healthy. blah....
Well one good thing is that its only a craving for a day. There are so many great places to eat from Thai, Chinese, Sushi, Indian, Mexican, as well as many other cultures. It really is a great variety. It just happens today I wanted something I can only get on the east coast. On the same note though, every place out here serves sandwhiches on sour dough bread which I love and never really see on the east coast. I guess its all about balance.
So I will try and keep this part brief as not to offend anyone but I did learn today about the creation of the mexican heritage. I never knew how mexico or the nationality came to be. I was discussing with my friend Kathy at work (who happens to be Philipino) and she was explaining who and what area constitutes Pacific Islander. Since this is a term you dont hear on the east coast, I was curious. The pacific islander culture is big here on the west coast and once I understood the territories, we got on the discussion of the Mexican and Spanish culture.
She explained to me something that was disturbing, both because of the context itself as well as the fact its not in any history books. Apparently the spanish invaded america and proceded to rape the indian women who eventually gave birth to mixed children. Because they were mixed, they were not accepted by either community and driven to the southern regions. These mixed race of people became mexicans. I have to say, it just sounds too horrible to believe it actually happened like that but I guess I dont have any information that says different.
The last piece of info was emailing back and forth with my friends at Blue Cross. It was nice to hear from them and the one email that made my day was from Dorie. Now Dorie and I have this history involving my stuffed eeyore that I used to keep on my desk. This here after shall be referred to as "my ass" as in "Im playing with Des's ass" or "Ive got Des's ass and its all mine". When I left, I left my ass with Dorie.
Today in the email, she mentioned my eeyore. I explained I have a mug on my desk with Eeyore on it that I look at every day. The reply I received was exactly this. "I wish your mug was on my Eeyore". I dont need to explain the context of that joke I hope.
So Josh is here. He went to the aobta convention today and will be attending several sessions this weekend. We are relaxing at home and perhaps see what happens later. We will most likely go out for dinner which I really am looking forward to. I would like to go somewhere and sit down and eat. Perhaps dinner at Fuzios for pasta.
Posted by Des at January 14, 2005 05:53 PM
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