This is why Mexico beat France in their last World Cup game. All the talented French kids (with berets!) are busy dancing tecktonik in their parent’s basements instead of paying attention to football.
Favorite Song of the Day: The Light From a Cake
Camper Van Beethoven – The Light From a Cake
I’m alternating between heavy and light
Between meaning and nonsense
And having a drink
I have counted all the lines on the road
Between here and los angeles
That pass straight below
And I’m dreaming of a light, and it comes from your head
’cause you move just like you’re a train
Not like a car, no, no, it would never be the same
And the light from your eyes is like the light from a cake
I was thinking of a cake
To lift off this burden
To lighten this weight
One sweet little cake
Dervishes run the head of a pin
We are sleeping like angels
And living like devils again
And I am waiting for the heaviness in the air to break
And reveal some small, irrelevant truth
’cause we move like we are suspended in ether
And the light from your eyes spills from the moon
Favorite Things: Amok Bookstore
In my early years, I lived in Echo Park. I went for long walks with Amok Bookstore being my main destination. The folks who worked there never much talked to me or my friends but they didn’t hate us either like other Silver Lake shop proprietors who gave us the “buy something or leave” look.
We appreciated their selection of radical literature, strange music guides and bizarre ephemera. There were no hipsters in the 90s but if there were, they’d probably like Amok.
The original location was right behind where Casbah Cafe is now.
Favorite Song of the Day: Tenderoni
Kele-Tenderoni
I’m not a big fan of Bloc Party but Kele’s solo venture is more along my tastes. Great catchy electronic dance music.
World Cup Fever
Yes, I do “understand the passion!” Very cute introduction to the team I follow: Mexico!
Favorite Video(s) of the Week: The Underground
I’m going down, down, down to the underground…
Mexico City sewer divers
X-Ray Spex-Let’s Submerge
Opening scene of the Emir Kusturica film Underground
Rio Grande
Through the efforts of helpful genealogists and far removed cousins on the Tellez side of my family, I’ve come to discover some of the geographic roots of my family. I’ve known for awhile my family had a long history in the Southwest, mostly in southern New Mexico and Arizona but I didn’t know my family was one of the first to move to the northern territories, then known as New Mexico. There are records that show early relatives living in El Paso del Norte as early as the 1700s. At one time, El Paso was part of New Mexico but eventually was annexed by Texas. I became curious about the history of the area and came across a book called Rio Grande, a very subjective historical look at the regions surrounding the Rio Grande (Rio Bravo). There’s lots of references to “peasants” “savages” and other language that is now unacceptable in the book’s many anecdotal passages. Despite the writer’s old school perspectives, he is quite honest when describing historical vignettes, such as this short excerpt on the story of Socorro, New Mexico.
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After the war with Mexico, Texas claimed the Rio Grande as it’s eastern boundary, Socorro was just over the river, safely on New Mexican soil, but it was a focal point for westward-drifting Texans. These early Texans were hard men, fighting men, and they hated Mexicans. A few brave words about the Alamo and Davy Crockett would work any Texan into a Mexican killing-mood. The Texans came with came armed with “head rights” which were bits of paper issued by the government of Texas to veterans of its wars and other settlers, entitling the holder to any quarter section of Texas land not already occupied. Head rights were brought and sold and were practically currency.
…They [Mexicans] had a certain skill with knives but they were helpless before these men with six shooters on their hips. It was a part of the Texan tradition that all Mexicans were cowards but in fact the westering Texans were an armed invasion of an unarmed community. It was one of those gradual and unrecorded movements that work more change than formal wars and often spill more blood.
The Texans were not empowered to take occupied lands but Mexicans did not count with them as occupants. They took lands that had been supporting families in undisputed possession for a century. Murder and bluff were their methods and the short and deadly six shooter was their only attorney. The Texans were all cattlemen. They came driving their herds of longhorns before them. The Mexicans were shepherds and sheep were driven off the range wherever the cattle went. Whole herds were stampeded over cliffs and killed. Sheep-herders were terrorized or killed. It was a favorite device to surround a sheep camp at night and shoot into its cooking fire as a gentle intimation to move on.
…Many Mexicans gave up their homes and migrated. The town of Dona Ana was spotted with Texas head rights and filled with belligerent Texans. Sixty of the inhabitants packed up their goods and led by Don Rafael Ruelas, their ruling rico, departed to find new homes in Old Mexico.
—excerpt from the book Rio Grande by Harvey Fergusson, William Morrow and Company, New York, 1955.
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The Lame Post
Old lamposts being devoured by nasturtium near Heritage Square, Lincoln Heights.
Lately I’ve been thinking about the relevancy of blogs as they seem to be decreasing in popularity from the blog frenzy of the past few years. The decrease is probably due to the amount of time needed to keep up consistent and quality posts and also due to social networking sites like Facebook. FB has definitely eating up most of my daily internet interactions and I constantly tell myself that my attention should be placed elsewhere but the lure of instant feedback along with the communal aspects of FB is strong.
Lately much of my non-computer related interests have been in the garden and as I’ve moved my computer near my garden window the siren song of the garden flora calls to me. Anyways, this is just a long roundabout musing on why my posts have decreased. It’s quite lame and sad when things get to this point but it’s predictable.
Favorite Song of the Day: You
Gold Panda – You
The journey to his current illuminated standings has been long and intermittently strange. Having spent downtime behind the counters of various establishments of ill repute – finding out that record stores and adult stores are no less seedier than each other. GP consolidated the rest of his hours creating archives of electronic music; each track different from the other, incorporating multitudes of styles and disparate influences and obscure samples and base material.
Eva, Shelly y La Nueva Generación
The inscription on the back of this photo is from “Eva.” Who is Eva? Perhaps one of my uncle’s old flames. The photo was found behind a photo of my father and mother at prom. Groovy Eva, so space age and hip.
Shelly y Nueva Generación – No puedo Olvidarte Chico (1969)
I came across this video in one of frequent my Youtube dérives.
Eva watched Shelly on TV one night and dreamt of being far out and gruvi like her. My imagination confirmed this as true…