IMAGINE that it is my job to help choose a name for a baby boy that was due to be born yesterday and may be born today…or tomorrow. Or the next day. Now, dust off that favorite Spanish or Nahuatl name you’ve turned over in your mind and drop it in the suggestion box.
TODAY I FEEL THE NEED for sun, sand, brass, movement and joy. This song brings me back to a few places, one of them being Miami Beach. In the Pacific Northwest skies this morning there is more than enough gray, so we won’t delve into any more discussions on duality and dichotomy. Tu mamí tenía razón! Dance! And then dance some more!
IN ALL WAYS it pays every day to turn our backs on the corrupt, corporate, soulless and mediocre messaging being pushed down our throats and into our ears. Hypnotists and salesmen for the Murkan SleepDream are working fulltime behind the glossy televised scenes, and they can shift from disaster to pablum to syrupycheer quicker than you can move your hands to plug up your ears.
OKAY, at first I was in pain listening to this guy sing. But by the time I got to “perdoname” and his throaty rose number singing, I was cracking up. Here’s a little YouTubeness to take off the heavy edge we often get into round here.
Taking Spanish classes in 2006 wasn’t easy. I had to leave my friend behind. My friend, my magical power, my lifeboat. The English Language. I had to agree, for an hour at a time, to get out and walk. To know nothing. (Or very little.) To be quiet. Or I didn’t have to agree to be quiet. But for once, there was no other choice.
Mi corazón tendría la forma de un zapato if a siren lived in every village. Pero la noche es interminable when it leans on the sick and there are ships that want to be seen para poder hundirse tranquilos.
House of Nezua
the XOLAGRAFIK theater!
