This blogger will be taking some time off to embark on a food and drink rampage spiritual retreat to plan for the year ahead and thank my paisanos for all the hard work and for enduring stuff like this and this on a daily basis.
As for this blogger, she’s officially kicking off the GUAJOLOTE-REYES marathon, which runs from Nov. 25th and all the güey through January 6, 2015.
NEW YORK — Battling freezing temperatures, paisanos walked the streets of New York City on Nov. 20, 2014 to demand –yet again– answers about the disappearance of 43 students in Iguala, Guerrero on September 26. This time the march kicked off at the Mexican Consulate on 39th street and moved East to the United Nations Headquarters. I was there with them and the vibe was just incredible.
Hispanic moms should worry no more: Jesu Krispis, Tadeos and Guada Loops are here to make sure their little devils will go off to school not only with a full belly, but with energy and a blessed heart — and soul — ready to face anything… anything, even their increasingly likely deportation.
And just when you thought tacos couldn’t be any more violated… Taco Bell says it is already working on its next concoction: The “dipping” taco, which is expected to hit stores just in time for the anniversary of the Mexican Revolution: November 20.
Out of respect for my people (i.e. The Mexicans) –and other taco-lovers out there– I will refrain from describing this thing. Suffice to say: I’ll pass.
From the “Only in Mexico” and “Not The Onion” archives, comes Cambiados al nacer (Switched at Birth,) an initiative launched by a group of citizens in Toluca, Mexico, informing people born between July 23 and 24, 1974 that they might have been given to the wrong set of parents.
So far, the Facebook page of Cambiados al nacer has a mere 418 followers, but heck, they even got a story in a local newspaper, aptly titled: Se equivocó la cigüeña (The Stork Made a Mistake.)
I personally find this very amusing, mostly because I was not born in Toluca in 1974, but if you did, you should be worried. Very. Worried.
The folks over at Cinsa know too well that “Hispanic Food” is a thing on this side of the continent; no matter most of us (the so-called Hispanic people) have absolutely no idea what “Hispanic food” means.
In any case, if you feel the need to be enlightened about what “Hispanic food” means in the U.S., go here, here and –of course– here.
I wish I had something funny to say about what’s happening in Mexico these days. But I can’t. Nobody can. This has got to be the one time in which this blog has had to put on a sad face.
Mexicans today organized a non-violent, beautiful event in New York City that served not only to express rage at Mexico’s failed state, but -more importantly- to remember each and one of the 43 students murdered in Guerrero. Thanks to organizers like Emilio Montez and Lorena Patiño I was given the opportunity to spend some time getting to know Jonás Trujillo Gonzalez (aka Beni), a native of la Costa Grande del Ticuí, and one of Ayotzinapa’s 43 “missing” students.
I have no idea where Beni is right now, but I’m sure he is in a better place than he was on September 26.
Here are some photos I took today in Union Square. Feel free to steal, copy, paste, share, spread, etc.
WARNING: Photography is not really my thing, so please bear with me.
I know squat about architecture, but apparently when it comes to architectural renderings, there is –surprise, surprise!– a serious lack of diversity, with most projects using white folks as renderings to represent people in, say, a Mexican supermarket or a Colombian coffee shop.
With that in mind, a group Latin Americans set out to create Escalalatina, an image bank, which aims to provide a way for Latin American architects to fill their renders with images of “real Latinos,” so that next time you see a model of, say, a shopping mall, instead of seeing a very white person, you could actually insert a masked wrestler, Emiliano Zapata or even Cuauhtémoc Blanco (notwithstanding the whiteness of his name) because you know you always bump into those people in the mall.
Heck, you can even go for this AWESOME ice-cream vendor:
Oh… never mind. I just realized the TACOS in this story were some kind of U.S. Air Guard for New Mexico during World War II and not the delicious ones that consist of yummy stuff wrapped in a tortilla.