THREE HUNDRED SEVENTY-FIVE

SONG OF THE DAY #375
Saturday, May 28, 2011
Anhelo
by Los Adolescentes

Woke up to go to work, where I wasn't on the schedule, and stayed on as a cashier/MP3. Morning cashiers are like zombies... (shudder). Came home, ate a pan con lechón, and watched an episode of The West Wing. Ma and Jessie went to a party, and Pops and I stayed home watching The Life of David Gale. Talked to Victor afterwards about Frankenstein and his monster, the 20 year-old. Swift debate about the ethics of dating after which some wisdom was interchanged and the respective cases rested.

THREE HUNRED SIXTY-EIGHT

SONG OF THE DAY #368
Saturday, May 21, 2011
Y Hubo Alguien
by Marc Anthony

Work until 4, came home to run some errands and watch some television. Today was average! :D

THREE HUNDRED SIXTY-TWO

SONG OF THE DAY #362
Sunday, May 15, 2011
Ana Mile
by Grupo Niche

Went to work at 10, came home at 4. Lectured on having a job, ate the most delicious hamburger I've ever eaten, with fried sourdough bread and some other fixins, and desserted with a very large pumpkin muffin, with a subtle sugar glaze that my mom fixed. You can imagine how delicious the house smelled. Watched a snippet of Saturday Night Live, and went to the funeral. Sleepy on the ride over; used the bed in Itito's van. Stayed for a few hours, expressed no desire to go inside the private room, and stayed in the common area. Remember going outside and sitting on the sidewalk for a few minutes.
Got home, ate another half a hamburger, and went to the Buy for the exclusives-only party. Hung out with my friends, met Chef Pepín, and chowed on some exquisite and subtle desserts. Didn't get to dance with Katherine, so I came home and readied the equipment. Finished watching a basketball game (the Heat vs. the Bulls-- the Bulls won) and Iron Chef America, where I predicted Bobby Flay would win. Battle: Mussels. Really. Preparé a Ana Milé, y eché con la Mami un pasillito antes de acostarme a dormir.

THREE HUNDRED FIFTY-NINE

SONG OF THE DAY #359
Tuesday May 10, 2011
No Te Vayas
by Gilberto Santa Rosa

I just woke up from a dream. I was outside of Victoria's Secret just looking at her talk to her coworkers. That was my entire dream. Me standing outside.

Right, well I straightened myself out, and after being shooed out of bed by a concerned grandfather, paying for my phone and spending the best of a few hours downloading most of Marc Anthony's catalog, I cleaned my room and cut the grass. At some point during my lonely stint in the house this morning I remembered another dream I had-- this one much lovelier, and with Anne Hathaway. Dad got home not too late after; I'd finished watching the Sports Night pilot and had moved on to Cashback, which I finished watching with him and Itito, and turned out to be a magnificent film. Really spectacular. I told myself at one point, if I ever made a film, this is what it would be. I realized, hours later, after having seen Alfie and the opening credits to Michael Caine's Italian Job, that if I do ever make a film, it would be the product of a large collective subconscious. Cashback ended, and as I reeled in marvel I showered and got ready to leave for the eye doctor. A couple came to see the house, and a little after they left, I followed. And after Vision Works I stopped off at the video shop to pick up a few cravings, and moved on to get Jessie at Itito's. Some kind of demon possessed her this afternoon-- God knows why she didn't want to come home with me.

And at night, until about 1:30 in the morning, I got a straight shot of wake-up call, by the only person I completely trust. And Gilberto... Gilberto is starting to fade away.

TWO HUNDRED NINETY

SONG OF THE DAY #290
Friday, March 4th, 2011
Disco Azúcar
by Los Van Van

FESTIVAL DAY ONE

TODAY was the first day at the Royal Palm Hotel. I got up late because of last night, and went to work. 1-5 at the checkin desk, followed by the official opening of the Festival with Chico & Rita at the Gusman. Van ride over to the Freedom Tower for the Opening Night party. Free everything and a live band. Got to know some people a whole lot better. Drunken coworkers are fun as hell. Now it's 1 AM, and I'm hitting the sheets. I have to be back at RPH in 8 hours, which means I have to leave the house in 7, which in turn means that I have to wake up in 5 1/2.

On the way to the Festival, Roberto gave me some "words of wisdom" that sounded more like "words of douchery," followed by a very cynical action. Gives me crap about being late and then gets down to smoke a cigarette in front of the Gusman - the venue I supposedly made him late to. GARGH!

Music-wise it was Iron & Wine en route everywhere until after the party, at which point it was salsímbiri completo.

Spent some time on the bike to and from the RPH and the lot, and dropping off Van Peebles' welcome packet at the W hotel.

TWO HUNDRED SIXTY-FOUR

SONG OF THE DAY #264
Sunday, February 6th, 2011
Que Locura Enamorarme de Tí
by Eddie Santiago

gustavito
grass
idol
itito's for a reunion
home,
watched the rest of about a boy
headed to the fiu
jaife, ripping, physics, and old emabarassing photos
music and worries in the parking lot
home at midnight
bed at 2
class at 9
ayayay

TWO HUNDRED FIFTY-SEVEN

SONG OF THE DAY #257
Saturday, January 29th, 2011
Sigue tu camino
Oscar D'Leon

Dealership
Freakout
Idol 2eps
X-mas tree takedown
Get some air at FIU and some fail at SpecialTEA
Martí
SAG
Sleep

TWO HUNDRED FIFTY-SIX

SONG OF THE DAY #256
Saturday, January 28th, 2011
Dile A Ella
por Victor Manuelle

Went to work after a GREAT! breakfast. Whatuup! Got out at 3, then went home and straight to Ale and Nidita's to meet my cuz Oscar. Cool kid! Chilled until the day ended. It is now midnight.

TWO HUNDRED TWENTY

SONG OF THE DAY #220
Friday, December 24th, 2010
Tu Amor Me Hace Bien
by Marc Anthony

Bought my presents and wrapped them in old magazine ads when I got home from work at around 8:00! Was late to Itita's but still had a ton o' fun with Renee and everyone else. Food was the same as every year, and we came to the realization that we've been doing nothing with our lives for the past year. It has flown by. It's funny, because at work a year seems like an eternity. At home, tough, it passes by quicker than I'd ever imagined. And that sucks.

Also, Rogelito loves Marc Anthony. Why? God knows.

TWO HUNDRED EIGHTEEN

SONG OF THE DAY #218
Wednesday, December 22nd, 2010
Anyone Else But You
by Michael Cera & Ellen Page
and
La Bala de Billy
por Pupy Y Los Que Son Son


This morning was grool, made some killah cookies in mom's class at camp, and finished some cool hand printing in Kira's. Just like yesterday and the day before, I snickered at Elena every time I passed her in a hall. Hehe... This morning morning (last night) I was listening to this song on repeat, and since I don't really have a song for today, and La Bala De Billy only applies to tonight, when I redid the R.C. Interiors letter of protest and then watched some hardcore rooftop salsa on youtube, I figured I needed something that was closer to the tone of the day overall. Camp was like this playing as I saw myself in the kids' eyes, and the song can be applied to today, when I was one of the seven people that were present in the department meeting at work. OMAIGAD I'm excited. We worked on some director bios today, and after getting out and dropping off Roberto on Washington, I came home to even more revisions. I have three jobs right now. And school starts on the third. GARGH I love this. I feel like I need to clean the room, though, so I can have room to think. Think Richard Jenkins in Eat, Pray, Love. Clear out all that space (scary sound)! Peace; be kind to each other..
-Rob

ONE HUNDRED NINETY-ONE

SONG OF THE DAY #191
Thursday, November 25th, 2010
La fiesta de Pilito
by El Gran Combo

Sanguibidi!!! First time in 18 years that we do Thanksgiving at home. Ate great food, enjoyed good company, and didn't break my three-year streak of watching "The One With All the Thanksgivings" and "The One With Ross's Sandwich" late at night when every was gone.

SEVENTY-TWO

SONG OF THE DAY #72
Thursday, July 29th, 2010
Mama Kiyelele
by Ricardo Lemvo & Makina Loca

I wasn't about to pick another Yorn/Johansson track, even though I was close. I've been trying to pick a song for today that represents my dad's personality, the way he makes us feel, and the day we had: baked some peach crack cake and spent the rest of the day together, as a family.
Te Queremos, Pops
¡felicidades!