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Saturday, May 4, 2024

Cinco De Mayo Celebration- A Resounding Success



Photo Credit: Karen Kopp,  Ole! Ole!  

Dean Elias with his Sombrero that match his Shirt. I had a red sombrero that matched my red  49er wind-breaker jacket that I wore during the Cocktail Hour. 


The beautiful music of the Monumental Mariachi Band reverberated thru the Liberty Pavilion with the sharp sounds of the two trumpets. It was accompanied by  two guitars and a violin with and vocalist singing Mexican Classic songs. The marching band started and ended the Cocktail Hour with the Classic Cielito Lindo💚-one of my favorite Mexican songs.   Margarita and chips with salsa and avocado dip flowed freely during this happy musical hour on a perfect sunny afternoon here at the THD Liberty Pavilion. Veronica and I danced with the salsa music along with Marsha, Martha, Galen, Karen and Yefem.  

Incidentally, the wall mural had been updated with several animals( ducks) and a small farm house by the river.  Thank You Trenton for the beautiful details added to the wall mural. 

The Cocktail/Happy Hour was followed by an authentic Mexican Dinner.

 Here are some photos I took during dinner with Marsha Kefer, Dean Elias  and Jay Pollack. I had the Chili Relleno.  Martha had the Fish Tacos, and Jay had the Chicken Ensalada. Dean had the Taco Bowl and Chicken Tortilla soup. No one ordered the Beef Fajitas. Here are the photos:




The Chicken Tortilla Soup

My Chili Relleno-Yummylicious!

The Taco Salad Bowl

The Chicken Ensaladas and Fish Tacos

I had the Mexican Flan ( Custard ) to Go that I ate later before I retired for the evening.


Churros with Chocolate Sauce- I had this in my Fridge a couple of days ago.  


A special Paper Placemats for our Special Mexican Dinner, Friday, May 3, 2024


💚💚"Cielito Lindo" is a Mexican folk song or copla popularized in 1882 by Mexican author Quirino Mendoza y Cortés (c. 1862 – 1957).  It is roughly translated as "Lovely Sweet One". Although the word cielo means "sky" or "heaven", it is also a term of endearment comparable to "sweetheart" or "honey". Cielito, the diminutive, can be translated as "sweetie"; lindo means "cute", "lovely" or "pretty". The song is commonly known by words from the refrain, "Canta y no llores", or simply as the "Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay song".

Commonly played by mariachi bands, it has been recorded by many artists in the original Spanish as well as in English and other languages, including by Tito Guizar, Pedro Infante, Vicente Fernandez, Placido Domingo, Luciano Pavarotti, Eartha Kitt, The Wiggles, Menudo and Ana Gabriel. It also featured prominently in the iconic Mexican film Los tres Garcia. 

There is some debate as to whether the song's lyrics refer to the Sierra Morena, a mountain range in southern Spain, or the similarly named Sierra de Morones, in the Mexican state of Zacatecas. However most Mexicans believe that this is a misrepresentation of the lyrics and is intended as "la Sierra, Morena", "Morena" is a common term of endearment, and with the comma, it now means he is directly speaking to the woman in the song instead of a specific place. 

 It has become a famous song of Mexico, especially in Mexican expatriate communities around the world or for Mexicans attending international events such as the Olympic Games or the FIFA World Cup.


Here are some photos taken by Karen: Thanks Karen for the beautiful photos.






Here are Photos taken by Galen
Galen, I love this photo of Me!  







            
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I Learned Something New Today-The Name Dusan

The other day, I introduced myself to a new resident here at THD. His first name is Dusan. I saw him eating alone at Newton's and his face was not familiar at all. After my introduction, I learned he is a local and his name is Dusan and this was his first meal at Newton.
I must admit my ignorance, because this was the first time I heard of the name Dusan. I guessed it was Slavic. My guess is correct. 
I did some search and here's what I learned about the Name Dusan from Wikipedia.   

From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia
Dušan
PronunciationCzech: [ˈduʃan]
Serbo-Croatian: [dǔʃan]
Slovak: [ˈduʂan]
Gendermale
Language(s)Slavic
Origin
Language(s)Slavic
Word/nameduša "soul"
Derivationduš- (root) + an (suffix)
Region of originSlavic
Other names
Pet form(s)Dule (in Serbian)
Related namesDuško (in Serbian)

Dušan (Serbian Cyrillic: Душан) is a Slavic given name primarily used in countries of Yugoslavia; and among Slovaks and Czechs.] The name is derived from the Slavic noun duša "soul".

Occurrence

Emperor of Serbs and Greeks Stefan Dušan
NameCount people (Rank)StateDate
Dušan14,972Czechia2016[3]
Dušan40,191
(57rd; 19th man's)
Slovakia2000-10[4]
Dušan7,660 (33rd)Slovenia2021-01-01[5]
Dušan5,656Croatia2011[6]

In Serbia, it was the 29th most popular name for males, as of 2010.


And Now for my Name David. So far I am the only Resident here at THD named David. There are 20 male residents here at THD. 

David is a common masculine given name. It is of Hebrew origin, and its popularity derives from King David, a figure of central importance in the Hebrew Bible and in the religious traditions of Judaism, Christianity and Islam.

Etymology

David (Hebrew: דָּוִד, Modern: David, Tiberian: Dāwîḏ) means "beloved", derived from the root dôwd (דּוֹד), which originally meant "to boil", but survives in Biblical Hebrew only in the figurative usage "to love"; specifically, it is a term for an uncle or figuratively, a lover/beloved (it is used in this way in the Song of Songs: אני לדודי ודודי לי, "I am for my beloved and my beloved is for me"). In Christian tradition, the name was adopted as Syriac: ܕܘܝܕ Dawid, Greek Δαυίδ, Latin Davidus or David. The Quranic spelling is دَاوُۥد Dāwūd or Dā'ūd.

David was adopted as a Christian name from an early period, e.g. David of Wales (6th century), David Saharuni (7th century), David I of Iberia (9th century). Name days are celebrated on 8 February (for David IV of Georgia), 1 March (for St. David of Wales) and 29 December (for King David), as well as 25 June (St. David of Sweden), 26 June, 9 July (Russia), 26 August, 11 December and 30 December (Hungary, Latvia, Norway, Czech Republic).

Hypocorisms

The oldest, most popular and most commonly used diminutive form in the English speaking countries of David is Dav, which first appeared in written form in the 16th century. The nickname Dav or Dave has been used as a name in its own right in the 19th and 20th centuries, at least in the United States. At the height of its popularity in the 1950s and early 1960s, the name Dave was bestowed upon more than 3,000 infants each year.

Other common English-language hypocorisms of the name David are Dave, Dav, Davey, Davie, Davo, Davs, Davis, Daviey, and Davy. The Welsh Dafydd is also abbreviated Dewi, Dai and Daf.

In Ashkenazi Jewish culture, common hypocorisms of Dovid are Dovi and Dov. Dudi is a common hypocorism in Modern Hebrew.

Davo is also used as a nickname, and is quite common in Australia and Armenia, while the nickname Dato (for Davit) is popular in the country of Georgia.

https://www.ifate.com/name-meanings/meaning-of-the-name-david.html

Once again, may I reiterate that you never stop learning no matter how old you are. One of my goals in my late stages of my life here in Planet Earth is to learn new things every day.  I hope you have the same goals with me.  
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Friday, May 3, 2024

My Review of the TV Series-Fallout


I just finished Episode 1 of this New series from Amazon Prime. I am hooked. I binged-watch the 8 episodes of Season 1. Each Episode is about 30 minutes. Season 2 is planned. There is violence, slight nudity, cannibalism and of course robots and a love story. This is a TV series worth your time and entertainment. However, it is not geared for Seniors but the younger generation of TV viewers.    


 I am one of the 65 million viewers who enjoyed this series and described in the following write up from pushsquare.com. I have never played a video game, but I love the series specially the sound track of 1940-1950's music. The music soundtrack of the Fallout series is composed of both licensed music from the mid-century's Jazz Age to the Space Age, as well as original scores by Mark Morgan, Matt Gruber, Devin Townsend, and Inon Zur. The series also features original songs and covers commissioned for the games as diegetic music heard in the world of Fallout.


Here's a short write up of the second most popular show from Amazon Prime Videos. 


The TV series was based on one of the greatest video games of all time, Fallout is the story of haves and have-nots in a world in which there’s almost nothing left to have. Two Hundred years after the apocalypse, the gentle denizens of luxury fallout shelters are forced to return to the incredibly complex, gleefully weird and highly violent universe waiting for them above.


"The Fallout TV adaptation continues to go from strength to strength as Amazon has revealed the series has received 65 million viewers, making it the second most-watched show in the streaming service's history. It's also the most popular series on the platform since The Lord of the Rings: The Rings of Power debuted in 2022.


Details include the show proving popular amongst the 18-34 age demographic, where it's Amazon Prime's most popular series ever.  Sixty per cent of overall viewership came from outside the USA, with the UK, France, and Brazil all engaging with Fallout more than most. The firm has already confirmed a second season will be shot as Fallout fans return to the games in their droves having finished the TV show. They've proved so popular these past few weeks that Bethesda has recorded five million players in a single day across all its titles.


In our Fallout TV Show review, we concluded: "In accurately capturing the overall direction of the games, it forges a new path the series can take without a controller in your hands, all the while replicating its tone and bringing back those classic tunes you had hidden away on your iPod more than a decade ago. We don't want to set the world on fire, but if Fallout is the aftermath, then maybe the LA wasteland isn't so bad."


Are you one of those 65 million viewers? Let me know in the comments section of my blog. For complete details visit:


https://www.pushsquare.com/news/2024/04/fallout-tv-show-marks-huge-success-with-65-million-viewers

Here one review of the show that I can concur:

The series has the ability to appeal to both gaming enthusiasts & newcomers alike. Even if you've never picked up a controller, the richly developed characters & intricately woven plotlines will draw you in effortlessly. The series doesn't rely solely on its gaming roots to carry it forward; instead, it stands confidently on its own merits, offering a fresh & immersive experience for all viewers.

The casting choices are spot-on, breathing life into characters that fans of the Fallout franchise have come to love & new viewers can instantly connect with. Ella Purnell's portrayal of Lucy MacLean is nothing short of captivating, bringing depth & resilience to the character as she navigates the harsh realities of the wasteland. Aaron Moten as Maximus, a squire of the Brotherhood of Steel, delivers a performance filled with both strength & vulnerability, showcasing the complexities of survival in a world ravaged by nuclear fallout. Walton Goggins as The Ghoul/Cooper Howard, is a scene-stealer, infusing the series with charisma & mystery that would keep viewers on the edge of their seats.

It's a shining example of how a game adaptation can not only do justice to its source material but also transcend it, carving out its own place in the pantheon of great television.

In conclusion, if you're looking for a riveting series that seamlessly blends action, drama, thought-provoking themes, look no further than Amazon Prime's Fallout. And as for the next potential game adaptation, I couldn't agree more a series based on BioShock would be an absolute dream come true. Here's hoping that someone out there is listening & ready to bring Rapture to life on the small screen.
Meanwhile, here's a photo of my purple okra from my Gardens in my previous residence, Fair Oaks, CA and my own recipe for okra sauteed. 

https://myfavoritepinoydishes.blogspot.com/2022/08/eleven-ways-to-cook-okra-my-own-okra.html
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Thursday, May 2, 2024

Cinco de Mayo Celebration Here at THD

Cinco de Mayo has been referenced and featured in entertainment media, and has become an increasingly global celebration of Mexican culture, cuisine, and heritage. It will be celebrated here in THD, Friday, May 3 (tomorrow) during our weekly Cocktail Hour outside at the Liberty Pavilion followed by a Special Authentic Mexican Dinner (Flyer Above).  We will have the Mariachi Band-Monumental. Our Friday Happy Hour is now renamed as Cocktail Hour. 

Here's what Wikipedia says about Cinco de Mayo ( 5th Day of May).  

Cinco de Mayo
Battle of Puebla
Observed byMexicans, Mexican Americans, and people of non-Mexican heritage
TypePolitical
SignificanceCelebration of the Mexican victory over French forces at the Battle of Puebla, on May 5, 1862
CelebrationsParades, food, music, folkloric dancing, battle reenactments
DateMay 5
Next timeMay 5, 2024
Frequencyyearly
Related toEl Día de la Batalla de Puebla

Cinco de Mayo (pronounced [ˈsiŋko ðe ˈmaʝo] in Mexico, Spanish for "Fifth of May") is a yearly celebration held on May 5 to celebrate Mexico's victory over the Second French Empire at the Battle of Puebla in 1862, led by General Ignacio Zaragoza. Zaragoza died months after the battle from an illness, and a larger French force ultimately defeated the Mexican army at the Second Battle of Puebla and occupied Mexico City. However, following the end of the American Civil War in 1865, the United States began lending money and guns to the Mexican Liberals, pushing France and Mexican Conservatives to the edge of defeat. At the opening of the French chambers in January 1866, Napoleon III announced that he would withdraw French troops from Mexico. In reply to a French request for American neutrality, the American secretary of state William H. Seward replied that French withdrawal from Mexico should be unconditional.

More popular in the United States than in Mexico, Cinco de Mayo has become associated with the celebration of Mexican-American culture. Celebrations began in Columbia, California, where they have been observed annually since 1862. The day gained nationwide popularity beyond those of Mexican-American heritage in the 1980s due to advertising campaigns by beer, wine, and tequila companies; today, Cinco de Mayo generates beer sales on par with the Super Bowl. In Mexico, the commemoration of the battle continues to be mostly ceremonial, such as through military parades or battle reenactments. The city of Puebla marks the event with various festivals and reenactments of the battle. 

Cinco de Mayo is sometimes mistaken for Mexico's Independence Day—the most important national holiday in Mexico—which is celebrated on September 16, commemorating the Cry of Dolores in 1810, which initiated the Mexican War of Independence from Spain. Cinco de Mayo has been referenced and featured in entertainment media, and has become an increasingly global celebration of Mexican culture, cuisine, and heritage.


Cinco De Mayo Celebration in New York City


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Wednesday, May 1, 2024

My Two Cats-Batman and Robin

My Two Year Old Cats- Batman and Robin

Cats are among the most intelligent creatures on the planet. Although studies on feline intelligence are ongoing, scientists believe that cats are uniquely smart when compared to dogs and other animals. And of course, if you're a cat owner, you've likely seen evidence of your cat's intelligence firsthand. 
Yes, I have 2 cats and this post will show you how smart Batman & Robin are.
1. They mew when they want to get out to enjoy the patio.
2. At exactly 7AM, they climb in my bed to wake me up and get fed.  
3. They respond to my clapping and voice commands.
4. When they see me holding my back scratcher, it's time for them to get out of my way.
5. They respond with affection, when I pet them looking at me with their doleful eyes.
6. They know when I am tired. They will lie down by my side and stay close. 
7. When I am in the computer room, both of them keep me company even If I ignored them because I am busy writing.      
8. After I returned to the apartment after a long absence, Robin greets me with a big mew. Batman brushes my legs and wants to be petted by lying his back on the floor.

Based on several studies, behaviorists believe an adult cat's intelligence is comparable to that of a 2-year-old human toddler. Studies have shown cats have object permanence recognition, an awareness of objects that aren't directly visible. That is, out of sight doesn't mean vanished forever.
Cats are known for their aloof personalities and mysterious natures, which often gives the impression that they're more intelligent. But both cats and dogs have high levels of intelligence in different ways. For example, cats are often better problem-solvers, while dogs excel at social intelligence.
 Cats can recognize their owners' faces, voices, and scents. Even though cats don't have the same eyesight as humans, but they can still distinguish between familiar and unfamiliar faces. They may also use body language and tone of voice to recognize their owners.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cat_intelligence#:~:text=According%20to%20several%20feline%20behaviorists,actions%20cats%20are%20capable%20of
Batman-look at his Face- It looks like the Mask of Batman-Less Needy than Robin  
Robin, Loving and Needy! Sits on my lap when I watch TV. Massages my legs! 

I adopted B& R when they were 4 and 6 weeks old. They are now 2 years old. Here are two short stories of their adoption.
https://theintellectualmigrants.blogspot.com/2022/06/change-of-names-from-romulus-remus-to.html
https://theintellectualmigrants.blogspot.com/2022/06/how-pets-can-help-fight-loneliness-in.html
Lastly, here are some famous quotes about cats
  • “In ancient times cats were worshipped as gods; they have not forgotten this.” – Terry Pratchett
  • “I had been told that the training procedure with cats was difficult. It’s not. Mine had me trained in two days.” – Bill Dana
  • “Cats are inquisitive, but hate to admit it.” – Mason Cooley
  • “As anyone who has ever been around a cat for any length of time well knows, cats have enormous patience with the limitations of the humankind.” – Cleveland Amory
  • “I have studied many philosophers and many cats. The wisdom of cats is infinitely superior.” – Hippolyte Taine
  • https://www.shutterfly.com/ideas/cat-quotes/

  • Meanwhile, How Many Faces to You See? Do You See- 7, 8, 9,10, 11 or more?   
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David B. Katague is an online memoirist and cultural essayist whose writing has appeared on HubPages and Blogger since 2007. His work reflects a sustained interest in Filipino heritage, family history, senior living, art, community life, and the cultural meaning found in everyday experience. Through memoir, reflection, and essay, he explores the personal and historical dimensions of identity, memory, and belonging. His writing seeks to preserve lived experience while offering thoughtful commentary on the traditions, values, and social realities that shape individual and collective life. As a Filipino-American writer, he brings a distinctive cultural perspective to his work, drawing on personal experience and careful observation to create writing that is both reflective and engaging. His online essays and memoir pieces continue to document a lifelong commitment to storytelling, cultural understanding, and the written record of experience.

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In The Silence, by Susan Creamer Joy.

Today's guest article is from Susan Creamer Joy. Susan is one of my favorite authors in the ViewsHound community. Susan writes, draws, paints and cobbles together art from found objects making a variety of creations from jewelry to religious shrines. She frequently sports burns on her fingers from her soldering iron, paint on her palms and ink under her fingernails, but her hair is usually combed. When she is not losing time in the creative vortex of her studio, she is likely to be putting her knowledge of metaphysics and esoteric principles including Tarot, numerology, astrology and graphology to good use in consultations. Her children are grown, her husband still works and her four dogs believe she needs serious help. The title of her article is "A Matter Of Love And Death". Thank you Susan.

By the time they reached my bedroom door, I was already sitting up – my stomach ratcheted in the tense grip of an unnamed anxiety; my pillow, unburdened of my drowsy head.

To this day I cannot explain how I heard them coming up those stairs in their bare feet or how I knew that my father struggled to hold his composure as my mother unnaturally clutched at the folds of her dressing gown and followed him through the dark just a little too closely.

As the wooden groan of those old stairs tore into my bones that morning like a hacksaw, all I could see between the predawn shadows was the letter I’d written just hours earlier to my boyfriend, Chris, propped against the lamp on my desk across the room awaiting an envelope.

I had not slept well. It was late November and there had been so many changes since the middle of August when he left for the Air Force in Texas to begin basic training and I began my third new school in as many years.

The conspiracy between fate and the last surge of the Vietnam draft had broken apart the every-waking-minutes of our two-year union with unceremonious indifference. All that night my sleep had been infested by difficult dreams and by the illogical fear that truth and reality were merging into a darkness only a martyr could grasp; and at sixteen, martyrdom seemed reasonable only for the nuns among the poor in Bangladesh

I tried to remind myself that he would be home on leave for Thanksgiving in another few days. It was the only tether to calm I could find, but reviewing the facts offered little relief from my baseless fears.

Chris had been girding his pacifist sensibilities preparing to fight in an unpopular war that had not yet slaughtered its last innocent. I was hovering just over the line of inclusion at an exclusive girl’s school – missing him – and finding myself at odds with these young women and their attachment to propriety and with the prep-school veneer that blinded them to the fact that they were no better than anyone else.

Neither one of us was coping well with the worlds into which we were respectively summoned, and although we both knew that the best hope for any future together depended upon our individual successes apart, it was far from comforting most days.

But in spite of our discomfort, we each did our best; and, of course, there were the letters: Thin, plain-paper sheets with row after row after row of inky blue words penned with the intensity and awkward locutions of a love learned too soon. It had come down to just that little, but without them, I would have had nothing.

Chris was learning to fly. I was learning to drive, and both of us were aching to transport our souls to an earlier time through the hallowed intercourse of memories and dreams. Of course, as with all progress, there was the positive element: We were both clean and drug-free for the first time in years.

Now, without pretense, both healthy cognition and sincere motivation surfaced regularly in my psychology and prompted me to care about myself and to arbitrate against all temptation for a better standing in the world, in school and in my own eyes. I even did my homework.

No longer was I escaping today but, instead, living for my day of escape. Lying still in the dark of my room, I listened to the slow, padded footfall of my parents approaching and looked to the floor and to my history book half hidden beneath the nightstand where I’d tossed it the night before. Even in this early morning dark I could make out the swirls and stars in colored marker and the bubble-formed letters that spelled C H R I S in soft, juvenile curves on the torn book cover I’d fashioned out of a brown paper grocery bag.

I vaguely remembered throwing it there somewhat hastily. I had been doing my homework when a sense of urgency struck and I realized I had not written him as I promised I would and glancing at the clock, I noted it was nine-twenty-three. Why that mattered I had no way of knowing in that strange moment, but within hours, it would be one I would never forget; and although I was becoming drowsy and still needed to finish my work, I felt beyond reason that my letter to him could not wait.

So, I wrote. I would always write. I would always be there. He would always be there.“Suzi."It was my name spoken in the smooth and familiar voice of my mother, although weighted and slow, her head bowed to her chest almost as though she were speaking only to herself.

"Suzi.” She said it again, this time with sharp gravity, like a chisel against stone.

As if on cue, I leaned forward, flanked now by my parents who were sitting on either side of my bed.

I had been waiting for them. I don’t know how. I didn’t know why. The lights in my room remained off, but it seemed that the darkness clung more to them than to me, as though they were holding it there – away from me to give me enough light to see through the next moment. They were crying. My father was crying. My father. “Suzi. We have something very, very bad to tell you." Chris has been in a car accident." And he was killed."

If the world moved forward from that moment, I could not know it. f there were air around me worth breathing, I could not take it in. And if there were another sound beyond the leaden bellow of my own raw grief, I could not hear it.

"Who am I going to talk to? Who am I going to love?” I wailed. Who will love me? In that sodden moment violated by the intrusion of a predawn light that had no business rising, everything I ever believed about happiness, hoped for in life, trusted in or held as my own was annihilated.

After that – there was no after that. After that came months of hollow redundancies that would inform my way of being in the world for years to come. A serial commitment to waking up each morning, remembering he was gone and dedicating the remaining hours to forgetting. To that end I would try anything, drink anything, ingest anything, inject anything. It was a slow and arbitrary suicide by indifference.

Many years later, at 25 years-old and in the midst of a pharmaceutical free-fall leaning dangerously close to terminal, I discovered that I was expecting a child, and after a decade of forgetting, I remembered. I named him Griffin after the legendary winged lion, a symbol of the divine because what he inspired and the miracle that he was, were nothing less. I remembered and I loved again, and I went on to marry and to the gift of two beautiful daughters.

Today my son is struggling not to drown in the same well of drug abuse and apathy that almost swallowed me – his great, divine wings clipped by his own hand; and while it is up to him to restore his place in the sky, I will do my best to help provide an open runway.

In the meantime, I will continue soaring for both of us; bequeathed as I have been, with a determination to fly from a boy whose ragged fate precluded that dream.

Death took one young man from me once upon a dark time. If it has any intention of coming for this one, it will have to go through me. And trust me, it will be in for one hell of a fight.

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