Email from President Obama

I know others are skeptical of the Nobel Peace Prize being awarded to our president. It does seem a bit of a ploy, but at the same time, I get it. I get why they would consider granting him this prestigious prize.

Well, he didn’t seem to think he was worthy either, but agreed to accept it.Lopez

I just thought it so nice that he wrote me a personal email…just for me…direct to my email account…and he addressed me by name.  I was a little offended he didn’t think highly enough of me to use a Ms. Lopez. I guess I’ll get over it.

Most English have to wait until they turn 100 to get a letter from the Queen. I only had to wait until I was 27. Yeah, thinking about it, I deserve it, and am “humbled” by it.

I know he’s a busy man, and I am just one of millions of Americans, but obviously he saw the importance of reaching out to a fellow minority member. Thanks, Prezzy, for the email!

Meagan –

This morning, Michelle and I awoke to some surprising and humbling news. At 6 a.m., we received word that I’d been awarded the Nobel Peace Prize for 2009.

To be honest, I do not feel that I deserve to be in the company of so many of the transformative figures who’ve been honored by this prize — men and women who’ve inspired me and inspired the entire world through their courageous pursuit of peace.

But I also know that throughout history the Nobel Peace Prize has not just been used to honor specific achievement; it’s also been used as a means to give momentum to a set of causes.

That is why I’ve said that I will accept this award as a call to action, a call for all nations and all peoples to confront the common challenges of the 21st century. These challenges won’t all be met during my presidency, or even my lifetime. But I know these challenges can be met so long as it’s recognized that they will not be met by one person or one nation alone.

This award — and the call to action that comes with it — does not belong simply to me or my administration; it belongs to all people around the world who have fought for justice and for peace. And most of all, it belongs to you, the men and women of America, who have dared to hope and have worked so hard to make our world a little better.

So today we humbly recommit to the important work that we’ve begun together. I’m grateful that you’ve stood with me thus far, and I’m honored to continue our vital work in the years to come.

Thank you,

President Barack ObamaObama

Prom Date

The day after Alton Towers Theme Park, I had to run 3.5 miles, pack and get on a bus to London. God, what a stressful life I lead! (sarcasm!)

Important re-date with senior year high school prom date.

Mark and I had been friends all throughout high school; as we had a mutual sense of humor, had fathers born in the Caribbean, a genuine love of partying, and both had a fondness for men.

No one wanted to be my date for my junior prom. No, seriously, I had three different guys (as opposed to the same guy three times) give me excuses for reasons why they couldn’t go. I didn’t beg them, oh no. Instead, I had a mother intervene.  Yes, my mother kindly, and perhaps slightly bitterly and a bit anxiously, asked the poor friend of my stepsister’s sitting across from us at the dinner table to PUHLEASE take her daughter off her hands and escort her to the junior prom.

Too embarrassed by the Junior Prom incident, I refrained from going anywhere near straight boys for my Senior Prom. So, Mark thankfully took me off my worried mother’s hands (I’m sure she was convinced I would never find someone decent). Perhaps he didn’t want to be left alone with me either, but he invited his friend Jack to join us.

We made a fierce threesome – Mark and I in color coordinated pink and blue pastel outfits and Jack, well, just dressed normally.

Senior Prom - Baltimore School for the Arts 2000

We hadn’t seen each other in six years, and although I am no longer on facebook, my mother saw a posting Mark had put saying that he was traveling through England, she emailed him, and told him I was here. Yes! Not being on facebook worked again! I conquered!

Great day out. We picked up as if no time had passed, reminiscing about how bad of an influence we were on the other, and bringing up old jokes and laughing just as hard.

Mark and MAL in London

Tour of Parliament Building, Big Ben, Westminster Abbey, Notting Hill and an incredible pastry shop called Ottolenghi.

I had this out of body moment where I saw us much older, with lines in our faces, doing the same thing sixteen years from now.

High school certainly doesn’t feel like ten years ago, and yet here I am. “Where does the time go?” I thought to myself – alarmed that I sounded a bit like I promised myself I would never sound.

Seeing old friends does that to you, I guess. It puts your journey into perspective. I feel more experienced, but the crux of who we are remains the same.

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Ottolenghi Pastries

Theme Parks Near You

British Theme Parks are exactly the same as American Theme Parks – with country appropriate word changes.

My best BRITISH VERSION – Overpriced candy floss, long queues to rides, annoying spotty-faced teenagers snogging in the queue, mums waiting with their prams as ball and chain and kids go down the big dipper, baggy tracksuit bottoms and jumpers concealing flabby bums, seemingly simple-yet-complex games costing four pounds to win huge stuffed glow worm that will never fit in boot of car, and merchants selling snapped pictures of horrified boat-races going down the flying coaster.

AMERICAN VERSION – Overpriced cotton candy, long lines to rides, annoying pimply teenagers making out in the line, moms waiting with their stroller as husband and kids go down the roller coaster, loose sweatpants and sweatshirts concealing flabby fannies, seemingly simple-yet-complex games costing eight dollars to win humongous stuffed lightning bug that will never fit in trunk of car, and vendors selling snapped pictures of horrified faces going down the rollercoaster.

map readingI found myself feeling strangely competitive going around my first English Amusement Park. In a way, I felt like a traitor, waltzing through an obvious American tradition in this foreign land, enjoying myself and spending money on ideals I only ever attributed to American society. “What would Walt Disney say?” is all I kept thinking of as I wrung my hands and stepped through Katanga Kanyon and into Mutiny Bay (two themed areas within the theme park).

Many times I forgot that I shouldn’t be enjoying myself perhaps more than I ever did at Disney World (gasp!), and would realize that I had been laughing for two hours straight, even tossing my hair at times. I snapped back into reality when a tomboy 13 year old girl with the mullet asked me if I knew where the toilets were in a proper English accent. You shouldn’t be speaking like that! I thought to myself. What happened to the missing teeth and West Virginian accent of Six Flags Great Adventures?

The competitiveness waned when I realized I was actually walking through an original manor house dating back to the 1600′s, and an estate that had been around since the 1000′s. Granted, the  horror exhibition within the manor house was pathetic, at best, but there was something about the authenticity that you just can’t get from the US.

Alton Towers is supposed to be the best theme park in England, and I have to say, it lived up to its reputation. I had the time of my life. The day passed in the blink of an eye, and with the 2for1 discounted tickets, lack of summer vacationing children, cool, sunny weather and barely there crowds, it was the perfect time of year to go. My mind did play on me a few times – that strange feeling that I was in two clashing worlds at once – but I have to say it only added to the nostalgic rarity of the day. The rides were amazing, and we couldn’t help but run from one to another as we saw the park was about to close, trying to make the most of the time we had left.

I highly recommend anyone reading this to go to an amusement park near you – it definitely will put a smile to your face (unless you happen to be pregnant, have a heart condition or simply can’t stomach rides – then, yeah, not for you).

Water Rapids Ride

Keep It Simple Stupid

Lately, I’ve had a lot of reminders of my second grade elementary school class (or primary school for the British) where they told me to always remember the KISS rule – “Keep It Simple Stupid.” A life lesson in such a perfect simplistic phrase and at the age of 8.

Somehow, I can relate everything in my life back to that age. Had my mother known the pressure she was under to give me one good year that I based my entire life on, she might have been more worried. As it turned out, those life lessons have stayed with me for the best or the worst of it.

KISS Principle

I have two more weeks until my half marathon, and as I was running the simple seven miles (funny how now it doesn’t seem that far to run when just two months ago I would have guffawed, choked on my own saliva and legs turned to jelly), Jock and I began discussing future goals. I am afraid that after 26 weeks of training, once the half marathon is over, all my strength and new found toned legs will yes, turn back to jelly.

Well, Jock has another rule that he probably learned at a bit older of an age, and is a little more profound perhaps – he calls it, keep it SMART – Specific, Measurable, Attainable, Relevant and Tangible (or Time Based).

For fun, along the run, we applied our rules to everything in our life. And, these rules are so great that you can do just that.

For instance, at first I decided to run another half marathon in March in order to keep my new athleticism. He thought that was too soon for me. What I realized after more discussion that in fact, I really just wanted to reach my goal weight, and keep strong.

You see, I tend to be pretty single minded. So, when my goal to run a half marathon is my focus – that’s all I focus on. And, when we think back, yes, that was ultimately a goal, but all in the grand scheme of things to lose weight and keep in shape. However, in order to have enough energy to run this half marathon, I need to eat a lot of carbs. Carbs is something my body does not process well, but that my hips relish. So, even though I love my strength, I don’t love my hips and butt looking swollen.

After the half marathon, I will continue to have one long run a week, two short runs, but now I will also start including a day of yoga and weight training all with keeping a balanced diet so that by March of 2010, I will reach my goal weight.

At first, I was like, MARCH!! That’s so far away. That’s not keeping it simple stupid – that’s postponing the inevitable! Jock explained that I could probably make it to my goal weight by December, but then there’s Christmas and New Year, yadda yadda. God, sometimes I hate it when he’s right. Attainable and Tangible – yes, yes.

Another thing to apply the rules to – my book.

I have to admit that I put my goal to finish my first draft as the 2nd of October, and it now being the 7th of October…well, that’s past the date, now isn’t it?! And do I feel a little embarrassed by the fact that I didn’t achieve my goal? Yes, a bit.

For my rule, I wasn’t keeping it simple. I have been distracted by researching blog sights, how to get read, how to get published, what agents want in a book. Blah, blah, blah. Basically driving me to want to hit my head on the dining room table over and over, and stab myself in the chest all at the same time. Putting so much pressure on myself to get this book finished and published, that I lost some of the reason why I actually started writing it in the first place. Just to have a book written. So, keep it simple by remembering what I set out to do.

What if I don’t actually care if it gets published?

What if I just want to finish the damn thing and make it the best thing I’ve ever written? What if that is my only goal. Jock and I don’t need the money, I don’t need the recognition. Hell, finishing it would be an achievement in and of itself.

Once I finish it, will I want to get it published? Yes, probably. But, focus first. KISS.

And, SMART. I was being a little over eager about the due date. Am I the only person who knew the due date? Pretty much. That doesn’t help me though.

So, what’s an attainable goal? Christmas. I have 71,000 words and should be able to get the other 20,000 finished within the month, but why give myself that pressure? Christmas is a good present for myself. Specifically, I can break it down into how many pages per week, etc.

But watch out, because around that time I may be asking for a lot of you to read my book and give me the most honest feedback you could give someone.

So, each week, I plan to start the week remembering this mnemonic and acronym (big words!) and writing down my goals.

I love getting back to basics. Ahhh, simplicity. That makes me happy.

Oh, and the run was over before we knew it. Chatted the whole way, and voila! Seven miles done in the blink of a KISS.

Divine Brown and Vampires

Completely forgot about this music video I did back in 2008.

I was doing some research for my book, and came across this old video. Look for the girl with the hat in the green jacket around the 3 minute mark and the 3 minute 15 seconds mark. Yup, that’s me. And the boy is a good friend Nima D.

This is Divine Brown singing Lay it on the Line. I actually really like this song, and am surprised it never made it to the charts.

Which brings me to another music video Jock and I did together in LA. Basically, we were vampire party guests. Perry Farrell’s Satellite Party (the guy from Jane’s Addiction started a new band.), and Jock and I had to make out for an hour. Sounds like fun? Yes, sounds it. Actually, our jaws hurt so bad by the end that we were glad to stop kissing the other. Buzz kill.
If you look really really closely you can see us as blurs behind Perry and his wife Etty…but not really.