If someone ever asks you to go to la Chingada (i.e. “vete a la chingada”), something that happens to some of us quite often, at least now you know where to go. Informed sources tell me this bodega is somewhere in Alvarado, Veracruz.
Month: May 2008
‘Habemus’ Latin on the Internet
If there is Latin music, Latin films and Latin entertainment, why not Latin Latin?
The Vatican today added a page in Latin on its venerable Web site, where visitors can read original manuscripts and other religious materials written in this lengua muerta.
(I just hope marketers will leave this one alone. You never know with these people rushing to take advantage of all-things Latin!)
CNN Expansión Writes about ‘Dirty Spanish’
As most of you know, my book Dirty Spanish (co-written with Alexis Munier) is finally out! But the real good news is that Time Inc.-owned Expansión magazine has written a little story about it. Ok, Ok, I know this is a real “big onion” (i.e. cebollazo) but you gotta let me have my 5 minutes of glory. he, he
Click on the image -or here– to read the story (in Spanish):
This is NOT Your Regular Salchicha
I bet you didn’t know how to differentiate a regular sausage from one specifically made to prepare a hot dog.
Well, that is why Mexico’s Cremería y Salchichonería Cuadritos has come up with the one and only Salchicha hotdogkera, prepared and packed exclusively for your hot dog-preparation needs.
The hotdogkeras were last spotted in a Mexico City Wal-Mart, but we wonder if they will soon be welcome as members of the exclusive, Washington, DC-based National Hot Dog & Sausage Council of America
Photo: Begoña Lozano
Meet ‘La Prieta Faya’
In a recent interview with People magazine, retroacculturated Latina actress Eva Longoria recalled how, as the darkest of four sisters, she was constantly referred to as “La prieta faya” [sic], which then the magazine translates as “the ugly dark one.”
Either Mrs. Longoria’s family flunked Spanish in junior high (faya is not a real word; I want to believe she meant “fea”) or she actually said “fea” but People’s editors didn’t bother to have sister mag People en Español help with the spell check.
Either way, the whole thing looks very “faya” to me. And don’t get me started on the “dark ugly one” part. I will let that one for you to munch on.
Ay, ay, ay!
Does this Guy Strike you as a Mayor?
Not at all, says Mr. Rush Limbaugh, who upon meeting Antonio Villaraigosa thought he was a “shoeshine guy” or a secret service agent at best.
According to a Portfolio blogger, during an interview this week with -who else?- Fox News, the right-wing radio blabber commentator recounted his first meeting with Los Angeles Mayor Antonio Villaraigosa.
“I shook [Clinton’s] hand, he left, comes back [with] the mayor of Los Angeles,” he told listeners. “I thought it was a Secret Service agent, maybe a shoeshine guy. Turns out he gives me his card, I said, ‘Oh, my gosh, it’s the mayor of Los Angeles.'”
Mr. Villaraigosa is said to be considering a response to Mr. Limbaugh. So, while he makes up his mind, go ahead and help him find a good one:
“The first time I saw Mr. Limbaugh I thought… [Fill in the blank]”
It’s Cinco de Mayo Sneakers!
Move over Cinco de Mayo Barbie. The hottest trend this fake Mexican holiday are Adidas’ Cinco de Mayo sneakers.
Those willing to fork out $100 for a pair of these beauties, will be set to run and jump like only Mexicans can. Just wait for the “¡Ahí viene la migra!” call for action and you’ll be off to some real fun.
What are you waiting for? Get your sneakers, grab a Corona from the nearest bodega, give the help a day off and have a Happy Cinco de Mayo!
Imagine: Gringos Sing Mexico’s National Anthem
If you have never heard of Pangea Day you’re in for a weird real treat: As part of the organization’s“Imagine” anthem series, you can see a bunch of mostly white, well-dressed -and presumably non-Hispanic- Americans singing Mexico’s National Anthem somewhere along the U.S.-Mexican border, while “real” Mexicans pass by them wearing jorongos and looking kind of hopeless, until a fence magically comes down.
Oh, dear! I think I’ll go puke… or at least take a bite of my Margarita-flavored chocolate bar.
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