This post is a pause and reset for Good Friday and the beginning of the new advertising year. Shop with my blog supporters, y’all, and consider becoming one toi-même. The author of this text was Mayan; he is a skull on a stela of Uaxaclajuun Ub’aah K’awiil. I who narrate am only a performer of … More 18 Rabbit
We have been discussing my identity on this blog. Let there be no doubt: I am Mexican. I was invited to be Mexican long ago, and after some deliberation I accepted. Mexican though I may be, Mexican that I am, I cannot go home because I have expenses, which I am negotiating in the oral … More “Debajo de un rebozo, tapar las penas”
Axé.
This is the lively song I choose for one who died today, recorded the year he was born. Axé.
“Mujer andina, te vengo a cantar mis penas y mis dolores,” says the huayno, but for this weekend I wanted to put up Greco-Portuguese and Sephardic music sung by other beautiful women. But video is not embedding for me and anyway I am in Greater Mexico now; in its honor I offer you Mujer ladina, … More Mujer Ladina
The web camera on this computer turned itself on and I did not know it. All of a sudden as I was closing windows, the face of this woman rose up at me. I thought there was now a ghost in the computer, or a dead person behind the glass. A spirit. I realized what … More A Bad Experience
Axé.
Axé.
The Catalan anarchist Salvador Puig Antich was garroted March 2, 1974. We went down from Jutland at Easter, to spend a week in the sun. I signed up to study in Barcelona, and learned many Lluís Llach songs. This is one of the most beautiful. It is about the 1974 rebellion in Portugal, but I … More On dorm la lluna blanca
My first academic job was in an area with which I was somewhat familiar, and where I knew some people. This made moving easy. My second was far away. In both, other new faculty soon began telephoning me to ask how to live there. I had not realized I was especially good at discovering this, … More How To Move, or, I Am Not a Tourist
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