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Donde está la biblioteca

It’s one of the first phrases you learn in high school Spanish: Donde está la biblioteca

And the running joke is that you will never use that phrase in a real conversation.

Deadpool’s translation is way off. “Donde está la biblioteca” = “Where is the library”, not:

On my latest trip to Cabo with my beautiful wife to help plan her upcoming country music charity festival, the phrase “Donde está la biblioteca” was finally put to good use! We had heard so many great things about the art walk over the last year, and this trip we decided to check it out. We had visited downtown San José del Cabo the Sunday before to explore some of the potential locations for holding a large outdoor gathering, so we were able to familiarize ourselves with the area a bit.

The area around Parroquia San José is a lively place! It’s also at the heart of the art walk we knew we were going to see on Thursday. We spent some time in the square, soaking up the atmosphere and energy.

The experience inside the Parish was invigorating! Perhaps it was the cool inside air, or it was an adventure for my soul. Either way, this is a must for anyone visiting Cabo!

The Wednesday before the art walk, my wife and I were spending some time with the great artists at Blanco Creative at the Koral Center El Merkado. We got onto the topic of conversational Spanish vs. academic Spanish (as well as how growing up in Los Angeles, I learned all the bad words before I knew anything else). Naturally, “Donde está la biblioteca” came up. We all had a great laugh saying “Donde está la biblioteca” in a super formal manner.

“Donde está la biblioteca” is definitely a term one will almost certainly never use in everyday conversation, right?

Fast forward to the next evening with my wife and I back in beautiful downtown San José del Cabo. We were working longer than expected that evening and didn’t head over until a bit later than we anticipated. When we got there, parking was hard to come by. Later on, we found out there is great parking for art walk visitors just south of the Parish, but we ended up parking several blocks away from the bustling art district.

It was pretty easy to find our way to the festivities. We grabbed a couple of nitro coffees at The Breakdown and started perusing the art scene! There was so much to see. I’ll have to write-up another blog just to touch on the art we got to see and experience, and we only got to see the tip of the iceberg on this first visit.

There was one small gallery that was calling my name though. While my wife and I were making a B-line for our coffees, I saw the gallery out of the corner of my eye and said, “I really want to go to that one.” After we got our coffees and looked around at some of the art displays in the small square outside The Breakdown, we headed over to the small gallery.

It’s hard to describe the experience when we stepped inside this small gallery. The visuals and audio are easy to explain: beautiful handmade jewelry with unique, colorful stones; colorful paintings; lively music from The Baja Brewing Company just on the other side of the back wall; and happy artists inside. But there was more to it than just what can be explained with simple words. There was magic!

I was really impressed with the silver work by Oscar Vargas. We chatted for a bit with him about his craft. As a horologist, I have a great appreciation for handcrafted jewelry, and Oscar’s love of his work was evident in his art.

After picking up a couple of pieces of beautiful jewelry from Oscar, my wife and I still felt like something was calling us in the gallery. We looked around at the paintings, all of them beautiful work! As we were about to head out and on to the rest of the art walk, there was one painting that really called to us both. Interestingly enough, it wasn’t listed for sale (oh, and we captured it in our photo with Oscar without even realizing it until I started going through the photos to make this blog).

The painting was made by the wife of the owner of the gallery. We asked if she’d consider selling it because we were both just drawn to this painting. So, Mario (another artist in the gallery) called up the owner and inquired. Next thing you know, we’re trying to figure out how we’re going to get it on the plane back to Los Angeles. We made the purchase and made arrangements to come back for the painting after we had walked around the art walk.

We went about the walk, enjoying every minute; making new friends and even bumping into old friends at the Parish. My wife and I had such a wonderful experience at the Parish last time, we decided to go back and check it out. This time there was an evening service taking place. I waited outside with the two coffees while my wife went inside. As the service ended, out came a dear friend, Carmina, who I met for the first time about 10 years ago while running the Steinhausen watch company.

Cabo Parish at night

We walked around a bit, shared some churros, and talked about life while enjoying some more beautiful artwork. As we were walking along the art displays in the square, I heard someone say “Señor. Señor”. I looked over and someone was trying to get my attention. He succeeded! “You just bought a painting from my gallery,” he said.

Francisco the Finger Painter

It took me a few seconds to put it together that he was the owner of the gallery where my wife and I had just purchased his wife’s painting. I stood in amazement at what a wonderful experience the entire night was as I spoke with Francisco about how much his wife’s painting had captured my heart. He told me he was so glad to hear this because his wife wasn’t sure if she ever wanted to sell it. He told her that if she ever did, the right person would come along at the right time. The painting had been through three hurricanes and was nearly 10 years old, and now we were blessed to have this treasured piece of work coming home with us!

Of course, we would have to find our car and get the painting back to Los Angeles. We said goodnight to my friend Carmina and then went back to pickup the painting. Then the adventure began. We had a good idea where we parked, so we started walking (painting in hand) in that direction. A few wrong turns later, and we quickly realized we had no idea where we had parked! I stood at a corner near the Parish and pulled up a photo I had taken of our car when we parked. I pulled up the GPS location and started to chuckle as I walked passed by wife and said: Donde está la biblioteca?

My wife looked at me puzzled.

Donde está la biblioteca?

“What does that even mean?” She asked. She definitely shouldn’t watch the Deadpool video!

We walked block after block holding hands as I kept saying “Donde está la biblioteca”. A few minutes later, we were back at our car, which was parked where? You guessed it! En la biblioteca!

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Google Maps Busts a Cheater

A friend of mine at work was checking out Google Maps the other day. They have a new “Street View” feature that was getting the attention of everyone in the office. Soon, we all wanted to see if our house was on Google maps. This one lady pulled up her house on Google Maps and found something very disturbing: Her husbands car in the driveway with the car of her best friend on the street! What!?! Needless to say, there was a lot of splainin to do. Cool technology does not bode well for cheaters, but it’s really great for everyone else!

Google Maps 1: Cheaters 0!

Education, friends, SPAM

SPAMbox

Today I received another question from a “member” on Fanbox (which I now refer to as SPAMbox). So, I search Google for: fanbox spam. At the time of this writing, I’m #4 on the list, but what cracks me up is the obvious seeding that SPAMbox has done on the web.

For example, take the posting they’ve done on the Office Tweaks blog. There is a comment there by a guy named “TJ Brown” that is an obvious seed for Fanbox.

I love FanBox! They have so many cool applications and features on their desktop! Their social network aspect rivals even MySpace and Facebook! I looked up the old stuff on SMS.ac, and who cares? It wasn’t even a big deal and they have since discontinued offering sms service. So stop crying and give the site a chance.

– TJ

Give me a friggin break! Sounds like he’s trying to sell me a used Pinto. Fanbox is SPAM, plain and simple. No other company out there sends me emails with “questions” from people I don’t know and “questions/invites” from people I do know. Fanbox will phish your password, SPAM your friends, and phish their passwords.

Fanbox is a scam. Every message I receive, I mark it as SPAM and post another blog to help spread the word. Judging by the number of posts I have about Fanbox, you can see that I’ve been SPAMMED a lot lately. Keep the emails coming, I’ll keep posting.

blogging, friends, Funny, SPAM

FanBox Admits to Being a SPAMMER and Phisher

I’m feeling miscievious. After a friend of mine was phished by SMS.ac (now FanBox), I can’t help but spread the word of SPAMMER and Phisher FanBox. Their recent spurt in popularity is alarming. They have a slick interface and are suckering people in by the tens of thousands.

Don’t fall for your friend “Elizabeth” having a question for you. They got phished! Mark anything that comes into your inbox from FanBox as SPAM and report them to phishtank.com

FanBox is SPAM

friends, SPAM

Fanbox is SPAM

Helping spread the word one SPAMMER and Phisher at a time…

I’ve been receiving emails from “people I know” that “have questions”, “want to share a picture”, etc. The links lead to a very elaborate phishing website: fanbox.com. Despite all the really cool web 2.0 features, utilizing AJAX to make things look like a Windows desktop, make no mistake about it, Fanbox is SPAM. They will phish your password and SPAM your friends. There are a few other bloggers out there helping to spread the word. Please do the same.

Spamhuntress

Steve Riley

Spread the word to your friends on Myspace, Facebook, Hi5, where ever you network. Let’s get Fanbox to have to change their name again. They used to be sms.ac, until they got ferreted out. Cheers!

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How to finish a race

It certainly wasn’t my strongest race ever. In fact, the 0.4 mile swim nearly killed me. But the Los Angeles Triathlon was a tremendous accomplishment this weekend. Thanks to Accenture, I’m able to watch a video of my pasty ass cross the finish line. That’s the way to finish the race. Be sure to checkout my lil bro who finishes very strong just 10 seconds after me!

I figured I might as well share some of those special moments from the race…

Applying Bullfrog eXtreme SportCondomheadsApplying the Bullfrog eXtreme Sport (left)

Someone thought it would be a good idea to put us in white caps… At a certain point, we figured out that we’re wearing condoms on our heads (right)

#2403 getting ready for action (left)

#2403 getting ready for action I'm somewhere in there

I’m somewhere in that mess of ocean, beach, and whiteheaded swimmers (right).

The swim was definitely the toughest part of the entire race for me. Even though I have a bad IT band that makes running a painful experience, swimming is my weakest area. It’s kinda like the ol’ shirt says, “I’d be a much better triathlete is swimming was as easy as your girlfriend.” I swear, I almost died out there in the water.

Heading out from the swim to bike transitionHow does this thing work?I couldn’t find my rhythm the whole while I was out there. The few times that I did… I’d end up getting kicked by someone. I really did enjoy the whole thing though!

The bike was my favorite part (left). I love the bike! Of course, I need to figure out how to reduce my transition times. Maybe it was because I was so confused about how to use my bike (right).

My Brother and SvenMy BFF and meIn the end, I got to show off my Sven triathlete suit and my lil brother and I both received finisher medals (left). BTW, the Bullfrog eXtreme Sport that I put on earlier in the day really worked! I’m really as pasty white as it shows in the pictures. I didn’t end up with a sunburn anywhere on me. Not even my nose (which is normally looking rudolph-ish this time of year).

After the long race and time under the sun. I got to kick back with my BFF (right), my brother and his woman. Good times for the people of Los Angeles!!!