Trance
Hey there. I just read your latest post and I was surprised that you have been to Istanbul, which is one of my home cities. A Dominican in Istanbul sounds definitely more eccentric than that Kanye song, you know what haha. How did you like it there?

What can I say, I’m an eccentric kind of man.

I loved it there. It definitely forms a part of my identity now. People always ask me: of all places, why did you go to Turkey? I don’t know if there was any one answer. The place just called to me for multiple reasons.  I went by myself back in late December 2010 and stayed over 3 weeks past the new year. I needed that at the time. None of my friends at the time wanted to do anything that crazy, but I didn’t let that stop me from going.

I took a journal with me and I wrote everything I could about my experiences, easily filling it up. It’s a very valuable item of mine that sort of captures who I was 4 years ago. When I started this blog, I digitized my adventures there. If you look back or search my blog for the #Turkey tag, you will see them. Be warned though, they are very verbose, and I rant a lot. I stopped about half-way through the journal though. I should continue sometime…

I didn’t do much exploring of the eastern Asian-half of the city. I fell for too many of the tourist traps. I was a broke college student back then, and I loved eating street food. 

I was tagged by nickiefairview :

Five random things about yourself and then pass it along to ten of your favorite followers.

1. Growing up as an overweight kid in an image-conscious school system was no easy feat. One day I told myself I had enough; I was going to do whatever it took to get myself in shape, and be sexy like the friends around me. My best friend, Joel, was my role model. I remember 15 year old me doing situps in my room with his shirtless picture (It was on Sconex if you remember what that is), telling myself, “I want to have abs just like him”. Of course at the time I didn’t know that exercise was only roughly 35% of the equation. After I figured that out, I was at 5% body fat in college. Now it is my friend who wants to look like me. I hope he doesn’t read this.

2. I love studying and learning languages. Right now I’m working on Italian and I love it. It comes so naturally to me as a native spanish speaker. I also know a little bit of Turkish from my time in Istanbul. I have it written down on my goal sheet that I want to know 7 languages before I die.

3. I’ve been working on app for the past 3 months. I started the company with 2 friends back in March, and I’ve been developing the app and infrastructure ever since. We’re going beta in a about a week. I’ll let you know when we’re on the Play Store. In the meantime, check out some stuff here:

website, and some videos: 1 2 3 4

4. I took hip hop dance classes for a while, and it was really fun. I gave up in favor of Salsa and Bachata class. I struggle learning physical things in a class though. I haven’t “graduated” past the basic/intermediate classes. I just go every other month to the same classes. I contemplate giving up entirely sometimes and resign myself to things that I’m actually naturally good at, like piano and music.

5. I took a motorcycle riding course this year with the hopes of getting my motorcycle’s license. I failed the class. It was a big slap in the face and I have since given up on it. I suck at learning things mechanical activities in a class (like dance). It’s a wonder I did so well in school. I was depressed for a little bit because of it. Maybe someday I’ll go back. Oh well, you can’t be good at everything right? Well, Theodore Roosevelt was.

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sirwellingtonz:

Ok I’ve just about had it with this guy at work. I don’t need to be micro-managed; I’m an engineer, and a damn good one; I know what the fuck I’m doing.

I’m going up the chain about this. I really don’t need every single line of code that I write reviewed, or second-guessed on every piece of technology I choose.

Damn now I feel kinda bad, lol. I think I hurt the guys feelings. Sometimes I let the Type A in me take over.

I spoke to my manager and communicated my concerns. Now the guy is super apologetic and takes me out to coffee. Spent over an hour frantically appeasing me.

That’s what you get for stepping on the Scorpio’s tail one too many times. Now you know where the boundaries are. Poor guy.

A man can dream

I think I’m addicted to my comforts. I spent so many years living in poverty growing up in the Bronx that I cling to this new-found wealth so tightly. Ever since I graduated college and started my career, I’ve not been short of any monetary wants. So comfortable that at times I feel out of touch.

I don’t wanna work forever. I just wanna play piano, learn Italian, read books, practice my dancing, and travel the world. I wanna live in Italy for a while. 

I wanna save money so I could live for a year without needing to work. I picture myself being humbled letting go of all the comforts I currently have. I think that’s healthy. 

You love em so much. The kind of love that’s irrevocably intoxicating when returned, yet disastrously poignant when it’s not.
Sir Wellington

"I wanna spread you out like cheese baby"

I don’t really use pick-up lines, but what do you think of that one? Funny? Corny? Eye-roll worthy? 

Ok I’ve just about had it with this guy at work. I don’t need to be micro-managed; I’m an engineer, and a damn good one; I know what the fuck I’m doing.

I’m going up the chain about this. I really don’t need every single line of code that I write reviewed, or second-guessed on every piece of technology I choose.

Halfway through my drive to work I realized I left my trunk open. LIKE A BOSS. Totally got outta bed without my marbles today. Oh what will the day bring?

What if you were all alone on this planet. What would you do?

I don't know from which account I followed you, this one of "sparklegatsby" (I use both) but your account is wonderful. You have such detailed thoughts & it's interesting

I don’t seek attention, but I can’t lie; it is very nice to have your work appreciated. Thank you so much =D

Ya Tu Sabe ;-)

-Sir Wellington

"The final dying sounds of their dress rehearsal left the Laurel Players with nothing to do but stand there, silent and helpless, blinking out over the footlights of am empty auditorium. They hardly dared to breathe as the short, solemn figure of their director emerged from the naked seats to join them on stage, as he pulled a stepladder raspingly from the wings and climbed halfway up its rungs to turn and tell them, with several clearings of his throat, that they were a damned talented group of people and a wonderful group of people to work with."

What a great intro to a book. Just the right level of detail combined with a hastened pace to keep things sharp but relevant. The environment here is described in motion, not as a static scenery in monotonous detail. Charles Dickens take notes (To be fair he got payed by the word, encouraging him to ramble).

#RevolutionaryRoad #RichardYates #Novel #Literature #Literacy  (at Starbucks)

"The final dying sounds of their dress rehearsal left the Laurel Players with nothing to do but stand there, silent and helpless, blinking out over the footlights of am empty auditorium. They hardly dared to breathe as the short, solemn figure of their director emerged from the naked seats to join them on stage, as he pulled a stepladder raspingly from the wings and climbed halfway up its rungs to turn and tell them, with several clearings of his throat, that they were a damned talented group of people and a wonderful group of people to work with."

What a great intro to a book. Just the right level of detail combined with a hastened pace to keep things sharp but relevant. The environment here is described in motion, not as a static scenery in monotonous detail. Charles Dickens take notes (To be fair he got payed by the word, encouraging him to ramble).

#RevolutionaryRoad #RichardYates #Novel #Literature #Literacy (at Starbucks)

Now did you know that what you see in the mirror is not actually you. It’s a 180° horizontally inverted version of you. We identify more with this projected self image than our real one. We tend to think of this flipped version as more attractive because of that. In fact if you ran into the “real” you in the street, you probably wouldn’t even recognize yourself.

Now did you know that what you see in the mirror is not actually you. It’s a 180° horizontally inverted version of you. We identify more with this projected self image than our real one. We tend to think of this flipped version as more attractive because of that. In fact if you ran into the “real” you in the street, you probably wouldn’t even recognize yourself.

La vida es muy tramposa.
That’s my little cousin, Yarisa. The last time I was in the Dominican Republic she was but an adorable trouble-making rugrat in her pampers. I used to hold and play with her when I was 13. Now she is 13, and I haven’t seen her since.
I just gave her 100$. I feel 1000$ richer. It’s not much, but it’s a lot in her world. That’s like 43,000 pesos.
You can see her shirt bursting at the seams, buttons barely holding from the tightness. It’s likely a remnant of her 7 year old prepubescent  body.
She’s going to buy new clothes now. As shitty a month as I’ve had, I feel great about doing this small act.

That’s my little cousin, Yarisa. The last time I was in the Dominican Republic she was but an adorable trouble-making rugrat in her pampers. I used to hold and play with her when I was 13. Now she is 13, and I haven’t seen her since.

I just gave her 100$. I feel 1000$ richer. It’s not much, but it’s a lot in her world. That’s like 43,000 pesos.

You can see her shirt bursting at the seams, buttons barely holding from the tightness. It’s likely a remnant of her 7 year old prepubescent  body.

She’s going to buy new clothes now. As shitty a month as I’ve had, I feel great about doing this small act.

I know why you had to do it.

I understand.

I’m so sorry that it came to this.

This empathy though, it just kills me.

I’d probably do it too

If I were in your shoes

And I had to choose

But I want to be more for you

More than a <substitute synonym for douche>

What hurts more, than having your words and feelings viewed as a deception?

I can’t ask for much though

For you have given much

And I am thankful