My boss came to my office before I got to work on Thursday...
"He was dressed fancy in a suit and was looking for you…"
Cue Panic. Go to check, he has already left the office. Fuck. What did he want. Mad at self for not taking an earlier bus to work. Is he mad at me? Did I miss a meeting? Did my comments on the EU proposal piss him off? Too critical????
Meet him 4 hours later….
"Did you need something? I heard you were looking for me but couldn’t find you".
"Oh I wanted to borrow your glasses" (read in weird german accent)
"I was having my picture taken and the the photographer complained that all three pairs of mine made me look too old and tired"
"I took the lenses out of my oldest pair. I looked retro."
I only just found out because I got logged out of tumblr and had to figure out my yahoo email address/password to reset my password. Because I have no idea when the last time I even logged out from Tumblr (on any device) would have been…
Walking home. Listening to fang island. Thinking about horses and how awesome they are. Because I smelled horse shit in the middle of intestine city, no shit, and it reminded me of home. In a good way. (!?).
So I haven’t written anything about what’s going on in Venezuela, largely because in my day-to-day life it is easy to ignore what’s going on. Those of you who have followed me for a long time know that I am half-Venezuelan, and that I lived there for eight years as a kid. I’m not sure that I’ve really earned the right to an opinion, but I’ve decided to voice it nonetheless.
It’s been very bizarre to see the footage of the protests. The pictures are like out of a scene from “Les Misérables.” When I lived there, Venezuela was a dangerous country. But I had the privilege of growing up in the bubble of wealth that largely shielded me from the realities of the country’s problems.
My heart breaks for the students whose lives have been irrevocably changed by these protests. There have been deaths, and insane injuries, and it saddens me to see my father’s country fall into civil war again.
My father comes from a colonial-era Venezuelan family who lived in Venezuela for centuries. We moved here in ‘98, and I can’t help but think about the fact that I was blessed to escape the madness before it got as dangerous as it did. I am so happy I was born in the States, and I love that my life is here, but I still feel like half of my ancestry has been ripped from me.
As it stands, I will probably never be able to return to Venezuela. At least not until theoretical democracy arrives. It’s too dangerous for my family to go back, largely because of the family I come from. Both of my grandfathers died and I wasn’t able to attend their funerals out of fear of being kidnapped.
Venezuelans have a joke that God has a sick sense of humor in that he gave us the greatest country on Earth (we have every ecosystem and oil…) and he punished us by making us Venezuelans.
It’s not in my nature to protest, and it’s certainly not in my nature to play the Hispanic card, but I ask you guys right now to educate yourselves on what’s happening in Venezuela.
I don’t understand why the American media is not covering it. Yes, Kiev is burning, and that’s horrible. But several thousand miles south of Miami, an entire country is being ripped apart at the seams. Venezuela has always been a mess, but things have gotten truly out of control.
Do what you can. Inform others of what’s going on. Venezuela is a wonderful country full of wonderful people. Those of us who love here did not choose this life. I’m grateful that I live here, but I’m saddened that those who were not as lucky are suffering right now. If you believe in a higher power, pray for us, reblog for us, whatever. Just help us in surviving this crisis.
I work with the sweetest girl from Venezuela and we talked a little about this on Friday. I am absolutely shocked that no one will talk about it. The general media black out and also the blocking of pictures and videos that were being uploaded to twitter. There was barely anything for coverage even here in Germany.
Opens Excel. Makes spreadsheet of super heroes in avengers alliance that I want (need for reasons) and how much they all cost and what the fuck “class” of hero they are for whatever reason that don’t quite make sense to me. Just because. Also… some of these heroes are terrible but should be really cool and that is just such a bummer.
last year i was eating in a fancy, large restaurant when i began to hear a rumble and the distant sound of people chanting ‘potassium, potassium’ and suddenly hundreds of people dressed as bananas flood this restaurant chanting potassium over and over and we were trapped there for a very long time because the bananas would not leave and they were everywhere