This is, of course, Lightnin’ Hopkins. Hurricane season is upon us, and all hurricanes are relevant. I am hiding from them today, however; my precise location is the Centro Cultural Bella Época, which is at the corner of Tamaulipas and Benjamin Hill, México, D.F.
Axé.
coldhearted scientist وداد 
You can’t keep publishing where you are, PZ, if you don’t want the storms to find you! I don’t know that they’re computer literate, but I suspect they catch the information in some free-floating form.
Off-topic, if you haven’t answered the “eight things about me” meme as yet, and I think you have but I can’t locate the post, you have now been tagged. Come to think of it, you could just tell us eight more things about you since you’re busily out of your usual context and probably learning/being reminded of MUCH stuff about yourself…hmmmm?
Yes but maybe someone is reading this blog right in this neighborhood and will come up to introduce themselves!
Yes – I’ve done the 8 things – and cannot find the post either, it is irritating, and I am flattered to be asked again. I’ll find some sort of theme for it and redo when I get a chance – Zuky, it seems, did “Eight things about fasting,” which was a lot more interesting to know about than whether or not he paints his nails.
This is not my favorite “meme,” though – I already reveal a lot about myself on this blog, and I think the [American] mania for revealing random personal facts is cheesy, so I do not want to put that sort of thing. The other thing is that where I am *now* is my usual context, and where I usually blog from is not, so I am less inspired than I might otherwise be to come up with things to say.
The only thing that really occurs to me to say at the moment is that I like really large cities – Mexico, Los Angeles, S. Paulo – and when I am in them the doubts I have elsewhere about my identity, what I like, and so on, drop away – because priority 1 is, I like really large cities, and everything else follows from that.
For a theme, the one that occurs to me now is 8 things I like about Mexico DF but I can really only think of one, which sums up and trumps them all: it is infinite.
AND: another reason I am uncomfortable with this is that Professor Zero is a character and I get the feeling people want to know things about the author, not the character. A theme would be about Professor Zero the character, her true picture, etc., but then people can just look up things about the people from whom PZ and her true picture were drawn: The Casa de la Muerte in Copan, Honduras – the Subcomandante Marcos – the very concept of Comandante Cero (not just the one who is famous in the U.S., E. Pastora), etc.
P.S. Here is the 8 things post – it was 6, which is why I/we could not find it, but I put more:
https://profacero.wordpress.com/2006/12/30/six-peculiar-things/
My additions would be:
1. I love Mexico DF and many other large cities, some of which other people do not like (e.g. Los Angeles, S. Paulo).
2. My list of things I love about Mexico DF would include: a. it is infinite; b. large though it is, people walk slowly; c. the Centro Cultural Bella Epoca; d. the way you can feel it has been a large urban center for a very, very long time; more, which I will only be able to fully articulate in an interesting way once I get to spend more current time here.
3. I am a very private person.
4. One blogger says I sound too calm and objective, and thinks it is because I am a professor. Really it is because I do not want to engage more deeply or personally with him or his commentators – too many of them have too many boundary issues, and I am not at all interested in fooling with that.
Hello, I was in Hurricane Beulah along with my Parents we lived in Raymondville,TX. I was only 8 yrs old, and we lived in the country which belong to Larry Franklin, during the Hurricane my father took us to his Mothers home in Raymondville Tx Josephine Carrington, hm force of weather tore the screen window off and upon looking at my father outside trying to fix the screen back on the window i could see my father holding on and the rest of his body was swaying to the left side with the strong winds trying to take my father with it. as i looked out side past my father i could see the palm trees swaying side by side to touch the ground. that there could tell u how strong the wind was. as we returned back to the ranch my father told us there was nothing left of our home the Hurricane took our Home. we were transported back into town to the High School Auditorium to where the Red Cross was to give aid to the Victums we each recieved Shots in each Shoulder two each. and stamped on our wrist. my brothers and sister we riding in a trailor as my father drove the tractor in to town, i could see possums in the trees and the water was so High to the window sills of the Hotels. the town was so sad. From then on all i rememeber is that we were forced to move to West Texas a town called Lamesa,Texas along with our Grandparents on my mothers side. Juan and Lupe Sauseda. all i can say is i along with my parents and brothers and sister we were victums of Hurricane Beulah.
Thank You.
Norma Cantu, Dillon
E-mail ndillon02@sbcglobal.net
That is an amazing story – and the way you tell it is so evocative – thank you so much for sharing it! Two shots in the shoulder and stamped on the wrist. Hm, an interesting form of aid.
profacero, yeah the red cross had what i recall as to where they loaded the injection in it was silver just like a staple gun and each one of us recieved one each 2 shots at the same time on each arm. and stamped with the red cross on hand ,.just this evening talking to my mother she reminded me that also she had some Rhode Island Red chickens which i too remember and when we returned to our hm the chicken were either gone or stuck frozen to the cultivators which is some of the farm equipment. and snakes all over the place. there sure is alot to tell from what i remember back then, and talking with my mother she reminds me of other happening too. i thank you for your responses. just hearing of Hurricane Dean well it just sunk in today that perhaps i might need to tell my story and what i felt during the Hurricane 1967/ i also remember the water up to the windows of the vehicles.
thank you
norma cantu dillon
This is really interesting. I wonder what was in those shots. Chickens frozen to the cultivators … frozen? (I was a child then too and everything seemed modern but looking back it all seems so old-timey.)