Monthly Archive for August, 2005

Blog Day 2005

Blog Day

The idea is that this coming Wednesday, bloggers from around the world will link to and introduce five bloggers from other countries to their regular readers.

After being informed of Blog Day 2005 by Oso I came to the sudden realization that even though I read many many blogs, I tend to mostly read U.S. blogs. Interesting finding I know. Anyhow, I think that Blog Day (a creation of Nir Ofir, an Israeli blogger) is an excellent idea. Even though I struggled I found my 5 blogs to introduce to ya’ll.

El Machete: Davo is a paisano transplanted in Australia. Very interesting and creative fellow. I mean, check out this flyer (that’s right, he made it! kick ass!!)

When I first arrived to Australia I saw two Aussies introduce each other in a very pronounced Aussie accent. After both of them had said g’day one asked the other where he was from. One answered Italy and the other Greece. This made no sense to me. They were both obviously Australian. They were, born and raised (I later asked) in Australia. It took me a while to learn that Melbourne is to Greece what L.A. is to Mexico, that is, a place where there are more Greeks as to that of the second biggest city in Greece. Does the last sentence make sense??? In short, there are people in different places with similar dilemmas.

Gusionart: Gustavo is a a very cool photographer from Spain. Perhaps, a long lost relative since we have the same first and last name. Not sure about the maiden name though.

Por fin logro abandonar la cama y mientras voy caminando sigo recordando la ultima noche. Otra vez la veo mirándome fijamente a los ojos mientras se le esboza una provocadora sonrisa en la cara, me abraza, me besa… Siento el suave aroma de su piel y el sabor de su boca, incluso puedo notar en mis dedos el tacto de su cuerpo. Pero ella no está aquí, tan solo es una ilusión, mis sentidos me engañan, continúan embriagados por sus encantos.

Yonder Lies It: This is the blog of a paisano transplanted in Sweden.

I have a swedish-mexican mojado xicana daughter born in Califas. I myself am a mojado, a xicano wetback. Today the star spangled gave me goosebumps when I heard it sound its majestic noise. Am I entitled to celebrate it? I grill today. In my swedish backyard somewhere in the swedish Highlands of Smaland my daughter wondered what is the 4th of July.

Carpe Diem: Interesting musings of a blogger from Argentina. Who doesn’t want to read discussions about Borges and Neruda among many things?

Ellos tienen que tolerar estas como tantas otras injusticias pero, por qué? Porque aquellos que hemos elegido para defender nuestros derechos y garantías no hacen más que estar sentados en el congreso rascándose la cabeza? O tal vez porque algunos incapaces de comprender a alguien en una situación distinta a la de ellos consideran la homosexualidad “antimoral”, entonces yo me pregunto: la discriminación sí es “moral”?????!!!!!!! Por supuesto que no…

Flor Y Canto: Tin, although technically from the states, is currently live from Chiapas, Mexico.

…a lot of the work that is done here has to be underground. i dont know really how much i should mention. not that is illegal what people do here, but there is a low intensity war going on.

Subbing

For the past couple of weeks I have been substitute teaching at a nearby city. For some reason I like subbing there than in most places. I am not sure what it is. Perhaps it is the minimal probability that these students are the children of people that I went to school with. It’s crazy how some ex-classmates from class of ‘95 already have middle school kids. To think that I don’t even have one child yet (What is it with me that I wouldn’t mind being a dad already).

Late last week I was in fourth grade teaching a class of students that are a part of a dual immersion program. These kids are taught English and Spanish from kindergarten on. It’s so crazy. These students speak both languages perfectly. I was shocked when I figured that one of the only Anglo students would prefer to talk English but instead he told me that at this time they were only allowed to speak Spanish. Wow. I think that dual immersion is such a great idea. No one is forced to take part in it, rather it is an option. Such great preparation! Suffice to say that my time in fourth grade was a pleasure. If only all subbing assignments were like this.

Today I returned to the same school but for sixth grade. I am usually hesitant to sub for middle school students. They have so much energy and they love to talk. Before I even started my day I received a huge pick-me-up when students from fourth grade spotted me on the playground before the morning bell and ran to me giving me hugs. What a cool feeling!! Somehow I made an impression with them. Hearing things like “You’re the best substitute ever!” make you feel kinda warm inside. The group of 6th graders I taught today were well behaved. The only main issue was talking but really though, what are you supposed to do. I can’t put a muzzle on them…or can I? Just Kidding. The only eventful thing was that the principal came in to the class and began to investigate a sixth grader practice of burning one’s skin (and causing open sores) with an eraser for the fun of it. How do these practices last from generation to generation. I remember doing the same thing when I was in sixth grade. What a freak, I know (I wasn’t the only one!).

Tomorrow I am off to another middle school assignment at another town for another district.

The Aftermath

A 2-year-old girl slept in a pool of urine. Crack vials littered the restroom. Blood stains the walls next to vending machines smashed by teenagers.

The Louisiana Superdome, once a mighty testament to architecture and ingenuity, became the biggest storm shelter in New Orleans the day before Katrina’s arrival Monday. About 16,000 people eventually settled in. By Wednesday, it had degenerated into unspeakable horror.

read / The Los Angeles Times

Much Love

I am really glad that I started writing on here. It has allowed me to interact with a lot of very, very interesting, intelligent, awesome people. Although I have not met any of these cool people in person it seems like I have strangely enough. Anyhow these are some of the happenings in Blogotitlán.

EMC
is not only an excellent writer but also an avid runner and although I will never allow myself to run as much as he does, from reading his posts on running it has motivated me to run everyday. I can now run one mile in 10 minutes and 34 seconds (Olympics here I come…NOT). HP has convinced me that not all conservatives are fascists. Oso has cemented my desire to visit Don Fidel sixty miles of the coast of Florida. Cindylu inspires me to want to continue my education. Why can’t I go to UCLA or Berkeley for that matter? I can do it (I think)! Myke has invited us all to Miami! Alex has also invited us all to visit him in Mexico! WhooWhoo!!! Rodolfo has influenced me and now I kind of also root for the A’s. I’ll never sell-out my Tigs but if I were to choose another team it would be the A’s. Speaking of baseball, Elena has invited us to go to a ballgame with her so that we can eat all the hotdogs we want. Oh no, my cholesterol is going to skyrocket! It’s worth it though because when you watch a baseball game it is mandatory that you munch on something. Mariposa Atomica, is a ChiSox lover and well what can I say? The ChiSox are good. If I talk shit about the ChiSox is because I am envious of course. Normies has taught me that there is a reason why guys don’t like to cuddle and it is a damn good one too. Julissa actually knows the neighborhood where I grew up in Detroit. It’s a small world after all. Cracked Chancla has also found maggots in her sopas huevonas. I thought they added flavor. What did you think?

Finally what can I say about the blogging teachers (La Maestra, Johanna, Posthipchick, La Brown Girl & Megan) who I should be paying because I am learning a lot more from them than from being in the classroom. When I win the lottery I will be sure to subsidize you ok.

Que Onda Loco?

I took the chance and it misfired. Me salio el tiro por la culata. I just couldn’t miss out on an opportunity to spend quality time with my family in Mexico back in May. Almost every town in Mexico celebrates 9 days to commemorate a patron saint. It happens that in my parents’ town the celebrations fall in May. I skipped the second half of student-teaching so that I could have some fun in Mexico. I figured that my chances of landing a teaching position were very good and so I took the risk. Well, most schools have started and I have yet to land a position. Ya know I guess that is what I get. Right now I am waiting on a long term subbing gig at a continuation high school. I don’t even know if I am going to get that or whether I even want to go in that direction. My back account tells me that I should take it but I feel that that’s not what I want to do. Just great, I know. I should just start teaching at a prison while I am at it. Somebody please shoot me!

2 out of 3

There is nothing sweeter than the Tigs taking 2 out of 3 from the BoSox. This series should’ve been a sweep for the Tigers but their bullpen blew game 2. On another note, its good to see that the ChiSox are finally choking. Everyone, especially those in Chicago are starting to get that uneasy feeling in their stomachs. Oh well, what can expect from Chicago baseball. The Cubbies and the White Sox haven’t won a world series in almost a century!
I believe in the occasional crackback…take that Chicago bloggers…ya know who you are! :P

El Beisbol

The Tigers have just lost 3 out of 4 to the Toronto Blue Jays. The Blue Jays…the Toronto Blue Jays for crying out loud! The last couple of weeks have been very difficult. What seemed to be a push for the American League wild card has unraveled and now we are 8 games below .500. It’s weird but I think I have the ability to guess when someone is going to get a hit off a Tiger reliever. Yesterday I was watching a 1-1 tie in the 9th inning. The Tigers pitcher was Craig Dingman, yeah not the greatest name for a pitcher to have. Well I saw it in my head, before the first Jays batter came up to bat in the bottom of the 9th…I thought this guy is going to serve up a long ball and yes it happened. He couldn’t have given up a single, a double or even a triple. This reliever had to give up a homerun in the bottom of the 9th. Why? I much rather would have wanted to see the reliever bean the batter with the bases loaded than watch him serve up a gopherball. Thanks Dingman! Things could be worse. We could be playing like the Dodgers.

Who in the hell has let out the xenophobes in the Bigs? A sports radio host in the Bay Area (not worth mentioning his name) has been fired for making a scapegoat of the Giant’s Latino players for the team’s woes this year. Baseball is a team sport. If you are going to throw blame around, blame the team as a whole and don’t just isolate the “…brain dead Caribbean hitters.” Then there is Hall of Famer Bob Feller who on the air (radio) claimed that Latino players don’t understand the rules of baseball and that somehow they are to blame for the deterioration of America’s pastime (ESPN). Can you believe that? Some of the best ball players are Latinos, from Alex Rodriguez, Pedro Martinez, Alberto Pujols to Ivan Rodriguez and Vladimir Guerrero. I can’t wait for the Baseball World Cup. I have a feeling that the Dominican Republic will easily take it all. So much for brain dead Caribbean hitters.
One of the reason I watch sports is to get away from everything. When I watch sports I don’t want to hear politics or hate or anything like that. Sports to me is a distraction from the real world. People that try to create division in sports should be kicked the hell out.

Random thoughts:

1. Dodger Dogs are overrated (the hot links at McAfee Coliseum, home of the A’s are delicious).

2. I think it would be good for sports if the suckiest team would get demoted to the minors and a minor league team promoted to take its place just like in La Liga Mexicana.

3. If you do steroids don’t tell a congressional panel “I have never used steroids. Period!” so that you don’t look like an ass when you eventually get caught.

Random Questions:

1. Finally, why do the A’s wear white cleats?

2. What is a Dodger?

3. Why is there a big league team in Tampa?

4. How in the world do the Cleveland Indians get away with using Chief Wahoo as their mascot?

5. How many more years of losing can I take? The last time I saw the Tigers have a winning season was in 1987. Yep, back in 1987 major networks actually broadcast games. Soon after I wasn’t able to watch the Tigs because I was a poor boy that didn’t have cable. Now, thanks to the little dishy thingy I can watch every single Tigers game (or listen to games on the internet) but I’m not sure if this is such a good thing. Can too much losing be bad for your health?

8:05 a.m.

I am lying in bed half-asleep this morning not wanting to get up because it is too early but I must. I have to get up and attempt to go running. If there is anything that girls don’t like is an overweight guy, even if it’s slightly. Before I finally convince myself to get up my cell rings…

MF: Hello
Voice: Hi can I speak to MF.
MF: Good morning, (clearing my voice) this is MF how can I help you?
Voice: I am calling from Blah School District. We were wondering if you were interested in…
(My heart skips a beat. Can this be it? Can it really be my calling? Is this the moment that I get offered the job that most of the country rejects? Will I finally be a teacher?)
…in a long term substituting position.
(Not what I wanted but could be close to what I need…yes tell me more…this could help me meet what is left of my credential requirements)
MF: What grade level is this position for?
Voice: This would be a long term for high school
(My heart sinks…Damn it!)
MF: Thank you for considering me for the position but I am looking for a position in the elementary grades.

So much for that tease. I was already imagining the happy things I was going to write on this blog. Oh well, next time.
Note: If I wasn’t looking to complete the last leg of my credential I would have really considered the position. In Cali you can meet part of your student-teaching with a long term assignment and since I already have one-half complete and if this would have been for an elementary grade I would have been set.

The Undesirables

A few days ago Elena discussed her dislike of a certain type of Mexican. Initially I was like “what the hell,” (I disagreed with her use of the word Chicano) but after reading her post I understood exactly what she was talking about. Somehow the post and the comments that followed seem to lead to a subject that most of us that are Mexican-American have faced. How do we balance being of Mexican descent while living in the U.S.? Some forget their culture while most celebrate their heritage. In college I went out of my way to take courses in Mexican history, not to mention classes to improve my verbal and written Spanish (castellano). Somehow we are still seen as second class Mexicans in the eyes of some.

My dearest Elena wrote the following:

Second example; every Christmas Chicanos come to Mexico. They’ll spray paint walls in small towns that had never had graffiti…I love graffiti but these guys aren’t artists they are just taggers.

However, it doesn’t matter because the rest of us don’t see them as Mexican. They can take their fancy Nike shoes, and their jerseys and their bad rap and their shaved heads and go back to Chicago.

Graffiti makes no sense whatsoever in Mexico, especially in the ranchitos! Who gives a shit if you claim 14 or Sur or Norte or whatever the hell. I mean come on now. It’s very unfortunate. A trend that has been occurring for several years in our ranch is that gang members will get in trouble in the states and their family ships them to our ranch where they are free to cause more trouble. It’s crazy. Who in their right mind tags the church? The bottom line is that that is not who we are. Not all Mexican-Americans are gang-members or whatever you want to call them and that lifestyle shouldn’t be representative of who we are as a whole.

My favorite PhD candidate, Cindylu stated the following:

My friend studied in DF for 6 months. For her research project, she went to a secundaria in DF and asked students about their perceptions of Chicanas/os or Mexicanas/os living in the US. She thought it was funny yet sad that most of the youth thought of cholos and Selena when they thought of people like her and I.

There are tons of Chicanos who go back to México who do not act like the ones you described in your post. Hopefully, those are a minority. I know if I tried to do anything stupid, I’d get put in my place quickly by my family.

This has me thinking of something else about me feeling uncomfortable calling myself a Mexicana.

The journalist John Ross touches on this subject in some of his books and it is so frustrating. Before Fox starting commending the efforts of Mexicans abroad ($$$), it was the norm for these Mexicans to be labeled sell-outs. I recall Carlos “Chupacabras” Salinas implying that Mexicans abroad were undesirables.

How are we viewed by Mexicans in Mexico? Personally I don’t give a shit what they think of me. They poke fun at us because of how we speak. Somehow we are less Mexican because of that? To be a Mexican in the United States you have to work twice as hard as other people. You have to speak perfect Spanish in order to make the Mexicans in Mexico happy while you have to speak proper English to make the gavachos here happy. It’s ridiculous. I think this is why many times we love to use Spanglish and other inventions. It’s almost like saying you know what this is our own language (like Ebonics). If you understand it good, if not who cares. I am not going to change to make Mexicans in Mexico love me (I know not all feel the same way). To be honest if my parents never moved to the states I would still be working the family land and tending to the cows and goats. Is that what the so called real Mexicans want? It’s similar to what Oso said about world travelers that don’t want other cultures to change. I guess some Mexicans wanted us provincianos to stay poor and live a miserable existence in agriculture where the mal gobierno doesn’t protect nor promote but simply rob.

El gran Oso stated the following:

Interesting. I was gonna write a post once on what some Mexican friends told me about their thoughts on Chicanos, but I didn’t wanna start any trouble. I’m glad you like to start trouble so much.

That comment doesn’t say much, but it seems that Oso has a lot to say on the topic. So I guess this is a “call out” to get him to talk.

The strangest irony is that while many Mexican-Americans celebrate their heritage, Mexicans in Mexico take part in Malinchismo, the admiration of the foreign over the native. That’s why so many Mexicans in the border region who can afford it head north to the U.S. to go shopping. That is why rich Mexicans have the latest foreign fashion (I wonder if that’s why there is many knockoffs in shopping districts. At one point I was able to buy plain leather belts but now it is impossible to find one without a Guess, Armani, or Nike logo engraved on it! Since when has Nike been making belts?). That is why Mexicans love the English language. Everything in English, from consumer products to shows on TV. Yeah that’s really being Mexican.

In the end Mexicans abroad continue to send their hard earned dollars back home and in the process sustaining the Mexican economy but yet we are still slapped in the face.