In the first place: nobody can be as Texan as a Mexican can, and that is final.
In the second place: I have never before received a medical excuse from Mexico. This is the new wave, I see: due to our governor’s reforms, I had a student who could be seen by the right kind of specialist sooner in Monterrey than here.
I have the signed and many times stamped letter. That was one week of class missed to get a prescription – but staying home, it would have taken longer.
(His father was a coyote, and this is useful. Dime qué se siente al cruzar en las espinas.)
Axé.
coldhearted scientist وداد 
This is a tough one to follow.
Well, it’s a collage: first a clip of a traffic helicopter, then the traditional corrido de Monterrey, segueing into a much less idealistic rap by Control Machete…
I think the post is tough to follow in terms of events – or perhaps my experiences will become even more surreal.