A blend of the world

Salas in solace

Disclaimer: I am not a “cat person,” or for that matter a “dog person.” If anything, I would be an “animal person,” but that is neither here nor there. I recently played a card game called Kittens in a Blender. The purpose of the game is to save your own
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You’ve gotta be born with it

CaliforMiacation

I once knew an acting coach who adamantly stated that “you can’t teach someone how to act — either you have it, or you don’t.” Funny thing to say, I have to admit, for someone who made a living teaching people to act. But, as she used to say, if
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A testing cleanse of technology

Michelle's mish-mosh

From all-juice diets to deep-pore facials to wardrobe purges, popular culture has wholeheartedly embraced the phenomenon known as the cleanse. The unofficial ideology of cleanse culture is that forgoing something in this materialistic, over-indulgent society will instantly provide a clear perspective and a fresh platform for bettering oneself. Not wanting
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A medium of avoiding reality

Salas in solace

I have an addictive personality. It’s nothing too serious. Never drugs, not alcohol. It’s mostly media. Or, more accurately, all media. Television, movies, music and my current vice of choice, video games. I’ll admit it, I’ve almost completely engrossed myself in the modern world of gaming. I’ve played everything from
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Escaping from yourself

CaliforMiacation

Lots of people like who they are and are proud of the qualities that make them unique. But what about those of us who were born with some less-than-desirable traits? What about those of us who don’t always like being who we are? There’s a common saying that people never change.
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Surrendering to summer sloth

Michelle's mish-mosh

On my first Monday of summer, I jumped out of bed with a spring in my step, ready to tap into my optimistic “school’s out” mentality and make something of my boundless free time. Summer, that wonderful season where laziness and lethargy are permissible and celebrated. But I was determined
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Master of none

Savage Heart Murmurs

Left to our own devices as soon as we can sit still watching TV, we become jacks of all trades. Dabbling in the ones, twos and threes of “Sesame Street” to ABC after school specials about home improvement, we pay attention to the programs that speak to us, liking what
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The societal blame game

CaliforMiacation

There are bad examples being set for us everywhere. The other day, I kid you not, an 11-year-old boy decided to heil Hitler at myself and my boyfriend; pretend to blow our heads off with a yellow water gun, screaming, “Die!”; and then laugh hysterically and run off, leaving everyone
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Man’s best friend, not mine

Michelle’s mish-mosh

Dogs have long been considered man’s best friend, from Old Dan and Little Ann in “Where the Red Fern Grows” by Wilson Rawls to Marley in “Marley & Me” by John Grogan. Literary canine characters oft represent the power of love, unfailing companionship and blind loyalty. Some cultures worship their
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What’s so ugly?

Savage heart murmurs

Ugliness makes my 5-year-old niece cry. While we were taking pictures on my laptop one day, Photobooth warped our faces into disjointed flesh across the screen. I thought we looked kind of cute, but she slid off my lap crying about how ugly we looked. If beauty lies in the
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