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Joe Uva might not be fluent in Spanish (yet) but he certainly has a sense of humor and, unlike his predecessor, seems to enjoy the limelight and being onstage.
Joining the cast of In the Heights, Mr. Uva made his first appearance at the Univision upfront this week sporting a bata de piragüero and pitching -what else?- piragua sabor UVA.
(More upfront coverage to come… still trying to recover from all the partying work)
Judging from Disney’s Beverly Hills Chihuahua official trailer, Aztecs, Mayans and Incas are all the same thing. Besides, it doesn’t really matter who your ancestors were or which pyramid country you are from. If you play a tambor and wear a colorful penacho, you qualify to be the real enchilada.
I wonder if Taco Bell will sign up as sponsor of this rubbish movie.
¡Ay Chihuahua!
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
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!
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!
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.
Attending Hispanic conferences is always a wonderful experience, especially when you end up awash in Latino-themed goodies. Such was the case at this week’s HACR’s annual Symposium in New York City, where attendees were treated with Margarita-flavored milk chocolate bars, among other delicious stuff.
I have not yet had the ‘cojones’ to try the thing. I would need a couple of shots beforehand. Or maybe more.
It is not news that Spanish-language television is plagued with product placement pitches and product endorsements by network talent. But here’s what can go wrong, very wrong, when you do so on live television and your main “pitch man” cannot tell the difference between Hellmann’s and McCormick.
One has to appreciate the efforts by Stand to add exotic spices to its otherwise boring American food. The Manhattan “fancy” burger joint not only offers its own homemade ketchup, but is now entering uncharted territory: the Chipolte.
But just to set the record straight: This delicious Mexican spice (chile) is actually called chilpotle in its native Mexico, which in náhuatl means nothing but “smoked chile.” It’s not chipolte, nor Chipotle (sorry, Mc Donald’s)… and it tastes good!
Wonder what the new generation Latinos are all about? Look no further than the most recent research by Creative Artists Agency (CAA) and The Intelligence Report, which concludes marketers must address these kids’ “bi-dentities” to better market their wares (i.e. fattening sodas, junk food, bad music, etc.)
“It’s a mix-and-match lifestyle… It’s the same as the person who orders a hamburger but with jalapeños,” CAA Christy Haubegger told Brandweek magazine.
Well, I guess as I approach my 40th birthday, I am no longer a member of this so-called new generation. Besides, if I were to express my “bi-dentity,” food-wise, I’d rather go for a crepa de huitlacoche. Jalapeño burgers don’t do the trick.
Ay caramba!
First came Cinco de Mayo Barbie, then the “authentic,” Hispanic-looking [sic] quinceañera and more recently Kmart’s new line of ethnic dolls. So let’s welcome now the Friends Forever Reina Doll, the latest “multicultural” addition to the Dolls Like Me line.
Reina, its creators inform us, not only means Queen in Spanish but, at $89 apiece, comes clad in a red shawl and zippered backpack: a truly Latino-look if you ask me. She is kind of cute, or at least better looking than Ugly Betty.
But wait! Can somebody please explain why Kameko (below) is only $59.95? (I guess this is one of these instances in which size DOES matter!)
I spent a good part of Sunday sipping Reconquista-special Absolut Vodka martinis at Manhattan’s Bar Six, and although I noticed that 99.99% of the kitchen and boss-boy staff was of Mexican origin, I failed to realize that the excess of work has turned these poor souls into mutant, several-handed creatures.
Can somebody please give them a hand? (or maybe not.)
Forget about complex research and marketing formulas. Here’s how a motel in Mexico brilliantly positions itself as the ultimate spot for a “quickie.”
Note to the monolingual crowd: Rapidín is Spanish for quickie.
Photo posted by Facebook user Gustavo Morett.
OK this is it!. Forget about Absolut Aztlán. Now it is Mexicans turn to feel the outrage. Look closely at this “very detailed” map of the world and tell me: Where the hell is the Baja California peninsula? Last time I checked it showed as part of the Mexican territory (even though Americans are always there, hanging out).
The more I think about it, the more I’m convinced the UPS Whiteboard campaign is part America’s plan for world domination. So I suggest we all boycott UPS until a) they learn how to draw a map of Mexico, or b) give us Baja back!
Ha, ha, ha, ha.
(Hat tip to Carlos, a reader, for sending this over)
Wondering what people eat in the Caribbean? Look no further than your local Krispy Kreme outlet. The Winston-Salem, N.C.-based company is introducing two new treats “bursting with island flavor!”
I am so jealous of Cubans right now, as I’m sure they’re happily enjoying this burst of tropical flavor down in that island of theirs…
