Complacent P

You would think I'd have something better to do my time. I don't.

Wednesday, April 27, 2005


The Tone and I biked to work today. It feels good. I'm tired though.

Last night I felt a cold coming on. So I downed some pills and ate some fresh garlic as a preventative measure. I wasn't really sure if I was going to make it today. When I woke up, there was definitely something going on with my throat and the soreness it was experiencing. Kinda hurt to swallow really. Anyway...I finally convinced myself to get up get ready and bike on.

My mom just got back from her trip to Portugal, Spain and France. So this morning she was all stories. They were really entertaining too, but it made me a little late. I started on the road a little later than I wanted. So I booked it to Tony's house. It took me about 20 minutes to get there I think. I think it was 4 miles.

From the Tony pick up, it took about 30 minutes. We took a nice bike path the rest of the way to work.

Last 10 minutes of the ride though all I could think about was coffee.

Its going to be a long day.

Sunday, April 17, 2005

I am 8 bit Art Show

100 artists share their classic videogame inspired pieces with the world. Gaming memories pre-1995 will abound. The word on the street is its going to be one hell of a show. Plus...Yours truly has 2 pieces in it as well.

Opening Tuesday - April 19th, 2005!!
7 - 11 pm
7020 Melrose Ave.
Los Angeles Ca 90038

Plus I forgot to tell you that its hosted by Gerardo aka Rico Suave!!! You can't pass up an occasion like that.

Saturday, April 09, 2005

Eulogy for my Lola Pinang

Josefina Cacho Palma

I'm here today to talk about my grandmother and my dearest Lola, Josefina Cacho Palma. I'd like you to know about who she was and what she meant to me.

She was the devoted wife of Agustin, the loving mother of Francisco, Hector, William, Norma, Rosie, Mila, Edward, Henry and Michelle. From these sons and daughters she was blessed with 11 grandchildren and from her grandchildren 3 great-grandchildren.

I cannot remember a time in my life where my lola was not a part of it. I was blessed to have her around and so close for many years of my childhood. As I think of her now many memories come to mind and fill me with happiness and joy.

Lola loved to cook. She made the best meals. I always remember her presence in the kitchen. In pilipino culture, sometimes the provision of food is an expression of love. And boy was I loved. From the homemade tapa, to the pinapaitan to the best diniguan in the world. No other recipes could compare. It was nice to know that I would never go hungry with Lola Pinang nearby.

Lola taught me to play mahjongg. It was Lola Pinang and my other lola teaching me side by side. Mahjongg has always been at many a family party for as long as I can remember. As a kid, it looked fun to play but I wasnt allowed to learn it. Or so my parents told me. I remember exactly when she sat me down to teach me. It was Christmas day at my house. As usual she came to the house early to set up the table. By early afternoon her usual gang of players had not yet arrived. So when she called me over..."May!"(--hand gesture--) I knew immediately what her intention was. I said "lola, I'm going to get in trouble". And her reply was( --hand gesture/nod no --.) So she preceded to show me pongs and kangs and sticks and cars. If Lola gives me the a-okay to learn then who am I to argue, right? Needless to say my parents weren't too happy about it, but through the years its been a way where she & I could spend time together and enjoy each others company. For this I am truly greatful.

But if I had to name one thing about Lola that will forever be engrained in my memory it would have to be her smile. It was such a charming and loving smile that I'm sure you can picture in your minds as I am right now. Her smile became one of the most important things in my life. As she grew older esp these last few years where her health and hearing were not as they used to be, her smile expressed and told me everything she wanted to say when she could not verbally express it. Her smile told me that she was okay, it told me that she was happy to see me, that she's loved me always, and that we would see each other again soon. And whenever I smiled back at her, my smile told her the exact same thing. I was content to just look at lola and take in all the meaning that was in her smile.

My grandmother means the world to me. I miss her now but as she leaves this world and onto the next I take with me her strength and perserverance. Lola told it like it was, she knew what she liked and what she didn't and wasn't afraid to express it. She is an example of the woman I want to become and strive to be.

Lola I know you are in a better and freer place than you were on earth, but I want you to know ...Lola , I miss you. I will always miss you. Right now I wish I could kiss your cheeks many many times over like I always did when I saw you. Like I did when we said goodbye to each other after every visit. I look forward to the time I can kiss you again and I look forward to the time I can see your smile again.

Lola I love you.

Sunday, April 03, 2005


i've had an awefully bad week. My grandmother died a few days ago and its been extremely tough on me and my family. So for days now I've just been helping the family with planning the funeral and making arrangements and preparations.

Weeks ago I got tickets with friends to go see Dave Gorman's stage show at MacGowan Theatre in Westwood. I've been a friend and obsessor of dave since his "Are You Dave Gorman?" days. When my grandma died it made sense that I should bypass the show, but after all the grieving for the past few days I thought it would be nice to get out for at least a couple of hours and think of something other than the sadness and loneliness that consumed my every hour. I just came back from the show. And I'm glad I went. It was a laugh riot and very entertaining. I was able to forget stuff for a little bit.

I suggest that you should check dave out. And see why I love him so.


On a googlewhack adventure.
It started when I received an e-mail from a stranger telling me that I was a googlewhack. I didn't know what a googlewhack was. Now I do.
googlewhack is what happens when two words are entered in to Google and it comes back with one and only one hit. So when the stranger told me that I was a googlewhack, he didn't mean that my name Dave Gorman was one... he meant that my website contained one.