December 26, 2007

"Rumors of my death have been greatly exaggerated."

I didn’t realize it’s been this long since I’ve updated. Time has certainly flew these past few weeks. Anyway, I found something you might enjoy–my obituary. Obviously not my real obituary, but a 100 percent factious one. It was a written assignment given to me during my very first journalism class. And, apparently, I did a good job describing my life and death. I must be a good story teller. I got a A. Enjoy!
The following story is
fictional and does not depict
any actual person or event.
--Law and Order


Hero F-16 fight pilot G.A. Mendoza, 35, died Wednesday from injuries suffered in an auto accident near his Hawaii beach home.

The California native was killed on impact as another vehicle crossed into his path, Police Commander Sergio Diaz said. "It seems he was speeding. He was just going to fast. He had no time to react."

The d
river of the other vehicle also suffered injuries, but is expected to survive, Diaz added.

Lured buy the Navy's speedy F-16, Mendoza enlisted in the Navy at 18. "The one thin
g about him," father Daniel Mendoza said, "he loved speed. He said the Navy was the only place he could fly something fast enough for him."

Within two years, he as acknowledge as a talented pilot. While stationed in Iraq, Mendoza received fame for intercepting an incoming raid by Iran during a routing practice mission. Outnumbered and faced with superior firepower, he proceeded to shoot down 24 enemy planes before returning back to base unharmed.


"He never understood what the big deal was," Longtime friend Jeremiah Lechon said. "He always just thought he was doing his job."


Mendoza was born March 3, 1984 in Los Angeles, Calif., the son of Daniel and Lupe Mendoz
a. he grew up in Bellflower, Calif.

By the age of 7 he began taking automotive magazine to school and reading them during class time. Childhood friend Joe Herrera recalls Mendoza being named "Mr. Crankshaft."


"He loved cars." Daniel Mendoza said. "If they were
low, loud, or especially fast he loved it."

As a teenager he attended Bellflower High School were he played baseball and football. It was here that teachers saw potential in him.
"His writing and reading skills were excellent," his high school teacher Karen Johnston said. "I remember asking him if his parents were teachers because I was so impressed.

Mendoza graduated from Bellflower High School in 2002. On month later he joined the Navy. After being honorably discharged from the Navy in 2011, Mendoza attended Cal State Long Beach, where he met his future wife.


Upon graduation in 2016, he went to work as a staff editor for Hot Rod Magazine. It was his dream
job, Lechon said.

Daniel Mendoza recalled Mendoza saying, "Were else can I hangout with industry legends, drive prototype cars and get paid for it?" Around the office Mendoza was always polite and respectful, and willing got help others, Lechon said. "Helping people not only makes the one being helped feel good, but it also makes me feel good, " Lechon recalled Mendoza saying.

He eventually worked his way to editor-in-chief of Hot Rod Magazine. A this position he was able to influence trends and introduce alternative forms of power, colleague Sam Lawson said.


"He always saw gasoline price and availability as a limiting factor for the growth of the industry." Lawson said. "He thought the use of other fuels such as bio-diesel, propane, and hydrogen was the only way to keep the industry growing."


In addition to his parents, his wife, daughter, son, and two brothers survive G.A. Mendoza.
The funeral will be at noon at St. Anthony's Catholic church in Falls Church, Virginia. The burial will be in Longden Cemetery, Virginia.

November 5, 2007

Dogs 1, Cats 0


I've never trusted cats. Too independent and lackadaisical they are. They walk around, look at you, and say to themselves, "Ha, you know I can take you out when every I want to—I know were you sleep."
Recently, one of those sneaky son-of-a-guns was caught red handed. A pesky feline know as "Princess" attempted to kill her family in their Greenville, Maine home.
Fortunately the family was saved by their dog Thumper.
Attempting to burn his family in their home, "Princess" knocked over a kerosene lamp. But Thumper quickly jumped to action.
Thumper dragged his owner out of bed just in time for his family to safely escape. "Princess" refused to comment. In fact, she picked up her tale, and walked away.

Don't believe me?

Read about it here: Dog saves family from blaze started by cat

http://www.worth1000.com/cache/contest/contestcache.asp?contest_id=16091

October 17, 2007

Slang: I am falling behind

I must be getting old. All these new words kids are using nowadays, and I have no clue when they mean. I still use slang words. I use "down" when I ask someone if they agree with me. “Don't trip" is used to tell someone not to get upset. “Late" and "peace" means goodbye. Of course I use the common ones such as "cool" and "bad."
The Boston Globe did a story on the current nature of slang. With it came a list of some current slang, most of which I’ve never heard of. I'll admit, some of them are quite funny, and even I am thinking about using them in daily conversations.

What they're talking about

A sampler of modern slang

The bunk (disgust): busted, ama weak, bogus, dirt, janky, vile, grody, rank, vomit.

The gnar (amazement): sick, ill, tight, nasty, beastly, dank, buttah, pimp, fierce, fresh, all gravity, gravy, all raw, sizzlin', crackin', off the heezy, out the frame, savage.

Money: cabbage, chalupas, cheddar, Gouda, paper, Kraft singles (for dollar bills).

100m hottie: Someone who looks good from afar, but fuzzy up close.

Agnorant: Someone both arrogant and ignorant.

Anchor: To wait.

Bluetool: Someone always wearing a Bluetooth, even when they're not on the phone.

Break your crayons: To upset someone.

Buster: A fake or phony person.

Check your vitals: To do a sweep of e-mail and other essential websites.

Butterfaith: A girl who is attractive by all accounts, except for her devout religiousness.

Dandruff: One who makes plans but often ditches them.

Earjacking: Eavesdropping.

Errorist: Someone who always makes mistakes.

Flossin': Showing off.

Going federal: Making it, usually in reference to rap stardom.

Marinating: Hanging out.

Multislacking: Slacking at a series of things all at once.

Nonpology: An insincere apology.

Noob: An unintelligent person.

Pay out: To dis someone.

Presidential tint: Cars with exceedingly tinted windows.

Remail: Following up on e-mails that have gone unanswered.

Subwoofing: Sitting in your car and blasting your stereo system to show off.

Swiffin: Making up stories.

Work hot: A person who may or may not be attractive, but is the best-looking person at your workplace.

http://www.boston.com/news/local/articles/2007/10/04/talk_amongst_yourselves/?p1=email_to_a_friend

http://www.boston.com/news/local/articles/2007/10/04/what_theyre_talking_about/

http://xkcd.com/166/

October 9, 2007

The future of televison


This should be the future of television. The New York Times put together a project that is phenomenal. They transcribed the Sept. 26 democratic debate. Not only it is transcribed, but the words are in sync with video....wait, let me just make a list.
  • click on topics such as gay rights and illegal immigration and you are automatically forwarded to those topics of discussion.
  • Word counts - see which democratic candidate said the most words
  • Speaking time - see which candidate took up the most time speaking
  • Word or phrase search - enter a word or phrase and see which candidate said the word, how many times they used it, and how they used it.
Now, they need to figure out a way for TiVo to do this.

UPDATE: The republican debate has been added. Same idea, different people.


http://www.nytimes.com/interactive/2007/09/27/us/politics/20070927_DEBATE_GRAPHIC.html#video
http://www.nytimes.com/
http://www.tivo.com/
http://www.nytimes.com/interactive/2007/10/08/us/politics/20071008_DEBATE_GRAPHIC.html#video

October 1, 2007

Now taking applications!


When I was a kid, I wanted to be a police officer, a veterinarian, a marine biologist, then a millionaire (I eventually found out that you can't take classes for that). Recently, a new position has opened that made me think twice about my current career choice. I guess with all the bad press NASA has gotten recently, they decided to have some sort of astronaut tryout.

NASA ASTRONAUT APPLICATION

It can't be that bad. Sitting on a giant bomb, being able to pee in space, and eating foods out of tubes is a once in lifetime opportunity. I'm sure the benefits are good too.

USA Jobs

http://www.astro.uva.nl/exhibition/pictures/mooie_gifjes/mooie.map

September 25, 2007

"It's a shame what they did to those people who lived there."

If I haven't said it already, but I am a Dodger fan. Yet, sometimes I have to wonder about what was once underneath Dodger Stadium. Chavez Ravine was at one point a poor, mostly Latino neighborhood. Both my parents were raised in the area just downhill from the stadium in an area that, to this day, I have difficult time describing to someone. It’s nestled between Elysian Valley and Echo Park, but I always remember it being called its barrio name--"Frogtown." Some people get, some just get more confused.

Raising my father is this neighborhood, my grandmother remembers Chavez Ravine quite well. I always remember she would say, "It's a shame what they did to those people who lived there."

Some have forgotten what the city destroyed to build Dodger Stadium. However, some are making sure it’s never forgotten. In an article in the L.A. Times, Vincent Valdez documented the event in his artwork, but not on canvas. Try a '53 Chevy lowrider ice-cream truck.


September 7, 2007

A goldmine of humor


Ah, the internet. What wonderful things we find. It can shock us, make us cry, sadden us and, most important, make us laugh. I have stumbled onto a goldmine of humor - enter Wikiality. This spoof of Wikipedia was born from Comedy Central's Colbert Report. What a wonderful site it is.
Just to get the ball rolling, check out these links: Conservatives, Liberals, American, George W. Bush.
Warning: These are not for those easily offended.

August 30, 2007

He has a wide stance

They have just released the tapes of Sen. Larry Craig’s interrogation after his arrest for soliciting sex. And I’m sure the words of the interrogating police officer express the feelings of some around the nation.

OFFICER: I just, I just. I guess, I guess I'm gonna say I'm just disappointed in you sir. I'm just really am. I expect this from the guy that we get out of the hood. I mean people vote for you.
CRAIG: Yes, they do.
OFFICER: Unbelievable, unbelievable.
CRAIG: I'm a respectable person and I don't do these kinds of...
OFFICER: and (INAUDIBLE) respect right now though.
CRAIG: But I didn't use my left hand.
OFFICER: I thought that you...
CRAIG: I reached down with my right hand like this to pick up a piece of paper.
OFFICER: Was your gold ring on your right hand at anytime today?
CRAIG: Of course not, try to get it off, look at it.
OFFICER: Okay. Then it was your left hand. I saw it with my own eyes.
CRAIG: All right, you saw something that didn't happen.
OFFICER: Embarrassing, embarrassing. No wonder why we're going down the tubes. Anything to add?
DETECTIVE: Uh, no.
OFFICER: Embarrassing. Date is 6/11/07 at 1236 interview is done.
CRAIG: Okay.

August 16, 2007

I'm back!


I have missed this. My only unrestricted writing outlet. While I have been writing very much lately, it seems all of it has been correspondence. I have plenty of things to blog about because I have been keeping a mental notebook of ideas. This blog will probably change. My Emo moments will probably fewer. Also, I have a new idea for a totally unrelated blog that I have been collecting material for all summer. I'll make it public when I feel it's ready.

July 19, 2007

No smoking!

I can't help but laugh every time I walk pass this sign.But I can't study quantum mechanics unless I'm smoking a stogie. You can't do anything fun no more.

July 12, 2007

Please standby


To the few people who do read this blog, consider this blog on standby. Sorry people.

In order to simply my life for the next few weeks, I will be severely limiting my computer use. This does not mean I will not update. But, most likely, new posts will be short and infrequent.

July 8, 2007

This too shall pass

The smell of salty air, sand between my toes, and the of sound crashing waves put me in such a calm state. I could not live without the comfort of knowing that the beach is close by. It is an escape for me.


There are too many good memories, many childhood memories. My mother use to take my family to the beach all the time. I will never forget building sand castles, body boarding, digging for crabs, eating egg sandwiches, and eating Jack-in-the-Box curly fries before we left for home. Curly fries were a delicacy to us.

(Sorry, I did not take this photo. I'm not that good. But it is nice though.)

Within the past few years, I found a small, rather secluded beach I love. When I say small I mean it, about 500ft. When the tide is low the beach has some beautiful tide pools you can see.


One of my best friends, Carmen, went with me. We both took photos. She is a much better photographer than me and I still have to see her photos. These photos here are the pick of the litter in my opinion.


Here's another photo I wanted to throw in.

June 28, 2007

Pee on Bees!

My college recently installed new waterless toilets. You don't have to flush them. Just do your draining and walk away.

I will say, they are beautiful pieces of porcelain. Gone are the sharp curves and creases normally associated with urinals. These urinals are so inviting, you almost want to sit on them. Most intriguing, however, is the imprint of a small, cute, cartoon honey bee imprinted on the inside. The bee looks so odd, so out of place. I was even tempted to brush it off. Why is this bathroom fixture used in the removal of filth imprinted with a honey bee? I think I may have the answer.


It takes the urinating experience to a whole new level. I found myself seeing just how long I can pee on the bee, even tracing its outline.


Still, I can't help but wonder, why a honey bee? How about something more cute
and less threatening than bees. Maybe some would rather pee on puppies or kittens.

But why stop at bees, puppies and kittens? The could expand to other species such as armadillos, sloths, and anteaters. This could be the next collectible craze. Remember beanie babies? Yes, some collect stamps or Pez dispensers, but I could collect urinals.

June 25, 2007

3rd Symphony

I have a bad habit of writing on random pieces of paper whenever I have the impulse. At the same time, its kind of exciting when I find something I don't remember writing. I cleaned up my place this weekend (Now it looks like I'm moving out). More importantly, I found a few things hidden in some old school notebooks. They were interesting, to me anyway.

Laying in bed, he savors the euphoria of the alcohol. The sound of music emerges from his phone, Brahms' 3rd Symphony.



He reads the message

"Glad ur home safe talk 2 u 2moro goodnight muah!"

He is overcome with the sensations of warmth and love, and that night will forever be ingrained into his memory.


For now Brahms' 3rd Symphony is not only a piece he appreciates, but also a reminder of when he was at ease and the world was his.

June 24, 2007

Dust myself off

I must admit that these past two weeks have been tough for me. Things do not always go as planned. And, sometimes, things go exactly as planned and you still hate it. It's been tough.

A couple of years ago I picked up a book about the faith of great men. It was not exactly what I was expecting, but I thumbed through the book anyway. However, there is one line I will never forget. It was a prayer said by a man whose name I forget. I do not remember the prayer verbatim but I do remember the last of it.

"...help for I am overwhelmed by discouragement, despair, and fear of the future."

This is exactly how I felt.

I guess that's the way life is. You have your lows and your highs. Sometimes you feel so low that you think you'll never be able to get out. But you do.

These are the times I stop and take a look around me. I look at what have and appreciate what I got. I look at where I am and where I want to be.

Then I pick myself up, dust myself off, and keep on going.

June 19, 2007

Toby on the Colbert Report!




Toby on the Colbert Report, who would have thought that would happen?

Yes I listen to country music.

I think country is simple, enjoyable music. It can make you laugh. It can make you cry. It can make you want to party. I know a lot of people can't stand it. Thats OK. They don't have to like. They're just missing out ;)

June 17, 2007

They're at it again boys and girls

Watch these guys dance.
Poor, poor cubbies. They're such a mess.

June 8, 2007

Aw Gabe, don't listen to this old fudy dudy

I love my grandfather and absolutely look up to him. He has so many stories to tell about life that I never get tired of listening to him. He lives in New Mexico and when I'm over there, I just try to soak up as much wisdom from his as possible.

I look at him and I tell myself that I want to just like him in my old age. He is in his 80s but is still robust for his age. He can still get up and mow that lawn and do some light duty yard work. But that is not what I find most fascinating about him.


After his daily early morning chores, he sits on the porch and looks into distance. There is a beautiful mountain range in front of his home so I assume that is what he is looking at. Yet, he does not just sit and stare at mountains. He sits and reflects.


He looks back at his life and, for him, it all makes sense now. He sits and looks back at his past and understands why events in his past occurred and understands them now.


His mistakes he laughs at. His tragedies he accepts. The happiest moments in his life, he values even more. But, more importantly, he looks back at his life and is happy about it. When he talks his voice is filled with a sincerity and contentedness that it puts you at ease. I just sit, listen, and appreciate. Yet he is humble too.


"Aw Gabe, don't listen to this old fudy dudy," he says.


I want to be just like him in my old age. I want to be able took look a back at my life and say, "You know what? I sure have had a great life."


For my grandfather, I suppose he believes that everything does happen for a reason, it just takes time to realize it. There is a quote that alway reminds me of this. I got it out of John Steinbeck's "
East of Eden," probably my favorite book from my one of my favorite authors.

"One day we'll sit and you'll lay it out on the table, neat like a solitaire deck, but now - why, you can't find all the cards."


I guess that's why we don't understand why things happen to us.


We don't have all the cards.

June 3, 2007

I love baseball

This is just part of the game.

I miss playing baseball. I miss the competition. I miss the smell of freshly dewed grass. I miss tossing the ball around on a crisp morning. I miss playing in the summer at dusk. I miss the excitement from the ping of the bat. I miss the satisfaction from a beautifully handled ball.
What do I miss the most?
The camaraderie.

May 21, 2007

The approaching curve

There's a curve up ahead
And I'm going too fast
No looking back now
I'm going too fast
Can't slow down
I'm going too fast
Got to make this turn
I'm going too fast
Going to hold on tighter
I'm going too fast
Close my eyes
I'm going too fast

May 20, 2007

The lost works

I found this recently in my room. I wrote it a while back. I wouldn't call it a poem. Just an analyzation.

Relieve the pain.
Stop the bleeding.
Heal the scars.
Hide the fears.
Erase the memories.
And you will find.
The underlying goodness
In all human beings.

Speaking of my room, I love this song.

May 13, 2007

Let me pay my dues

No, it couldn't be, but it was. Those facial features, those eyes, too distinctive. My conversation sputtered.
My heart raced.

She saw me.

"I'll have to approach he
r now," I thought
She turned and smiled. "Hey whats up?" she said.

I replied the same.

To the person accompanying me I said, "Excuse me, let me pay my dues."

I walked over.

"Whats up? Long time no see," I greeting her.

She got up.

She was thicker, breasts slightly larger, hips wider. But those eyes were still the same. cleopatraesque in shape, deep dark, and full of want. Unmakeuped, her natural beauty radiated, just the way I remember. We hugged.

"So how's everything?" I asked.

She told me she was accepted into a nearby college and that she still needs to take a few math classes. Then she explained how she continues work at a local retail store and had recently acquired a new dog.

I explained my situation: graduation, math classes, Cal State Fullerton, one class in the fall.

As we talked we looked into each others eyes, trying to catch of glimpse of each others feelings, thoughts, and emotions. But our eyes were so filled with inquiry that our true feelings were shut off.

The conversation fell silent.

"Well, take care. Good seeing you," I said.

We hugged and said goodbye.

My heart raced.

May 4, 2007

Chopped sectioned bored and stroked defined

It has come to my attention that some have no idea what the title of my blog means. That's OK. I knew most wouldn't have a clue. But, I just can't leave you in the dark. So, here you go:

Chopped
In reference to lowering the top or roof by cutting and removing material from the window posts and rewelding, giving lower height and sleeker appearance to the car.

Sectioned
The removal of a horizontal strip from the central point of an automobile body with the goal of reducing the overall height of the vehicle.

Bored and stroked
Engine cylinders that have been enlarged and crankshaft has been modified to increase engine displacement.

Thank "The Rodding Roundtable" and the "Custom Clinic" for their definitions.

May 3, 2007

The deuce

chickety china of the chinese chicken. you have a drumstick and your brain starts clicken...

May 1, 2007

Now, turn around and pull your underpants down


I just had a visit to the doctor's office recently. It was the typical touch your toes and breathe deep visit. But I was most relieved when the doctor didn't perform the dreaded grabbed your nuts and cough test.
"Cool, he is not going to do it," I thought to myself.
Unfortunately, he had other ideas.

"Now, turn around and pull your underpants down," the doctor said.
"Damn it, I thought I was going to get away with," I said to myself.
Yet, what I find most confusing is how do to bid farewell a doctor after such a fondling.
Do I say, "Thank You?" Thank you for what? For grabbing my nuts? No, that wouldn't sound right.
How about, "Have a good one?" No, I'm sure after this his day could only get better. Maybe, "See you later?" Well, I don't want him to think I'm looking forward toward our next visit.
So what is a person to do?

"Good luck on your test," the doctor said (he was refering to the accompanying drug test).
To which I replied "yeathgoommmmmmm."
And, then I walked out, feeling throughly violated, with my spirits and my head down.