Showing posts with label coffee. Show all posts
Showing posts with label coffee. Show all posts

Tuesday, April 19, 2011

Monas in the window

"La Mona coqueta in the window"... Life in Portland, Oregon, April 2011.


Vuelvo... 
Although to be honest I am just going to take this whole coming back thing O N E  D A Y  a t  a  T I M E ,
Poquito a poquito.
Pasito a pasito...
No promises,
No palabras de honor... just yet

Still in a head-spin, mostly a self-inflicted head-spin. Before el choc wore-off, I took off-running like that Chicana Virgen de Guadalupe from Yolanda Lopez's "Portrait of the artist as the Virgin of Guadalupe,"   l  i  k  e   s o m e sort of crazy Chicana version of Run Lola Run (except for the whole boyfriend losing a stash of cash and having the mob after him part). I figured that if we were going to be here por un rato, there was NO time to waste, NO time to spare, too many plans, too much to do, too many bridges to build...

And so, I've been on a mission to find, learn, absorb everything I can while here. Through this journey, it's turned out this whole moving thing, this whole leaving behind a community I have nurtured and tried to build over the span of years was not as tragic as I first imagined... Don't get me wrong  I miss Oaxaca, but I also feel I am at a different place now since my last telenovela drama of a month ago. I've turned the drama into a learning-frenzy that I am determined to keep up until we go down south again. I know deep down inside Oaxaca is not going anywhere and neither is my love and respect for the community I have built there.

I admit that living in the US has always been hard for me. I was born here, but having spent a crucial part of my childhood in Mexico and to be ripped from it just before I hit my teenage years, left a hueco I have always been trying to fill al my life. It left me with a never ending ongoing search to recover a lost childhood. Yet this time around coming back to the US, I am learning to do so on my own terms without being ripped into pieces. Instead I have been making an extra effort to make the experience of being here as fruitful as possible. As a result this has so far changed my experiences for the good so far. No noches de ronda tomando mezcal para olvidar thank you. I am, believe it or not, enjoying este tiempo

How am I doing this you might ask? Well here are a few things I have been doing since I got here to turn things around: 1) I reached out to the local community radio and am now learning how to use their equipment and volunteering with them as a trade off, 2) I have found numerous interesting organizations doing all sorts of work, from urban farming where people trade crops to feminist community spaces, 3) have found a few potential spaces where I might e able to organize a few exhibits with the art work I brought back with me from Oaxaca (part of the bridge building), 4) finished designing a blog for a women artists collective in Oaxaca, 5) have found some of the most amazing coffee ever! (yes I am a coffee snob), I've eaten some amazing pie and strolled through one of the most beautiful farmers markets I have ever seen... which just happens to have an adjunct-rogue mariachi trompetista playing  to his own tune :]   I hope tell you more about him soon. 

There is so much more to tell, so much more to say, pero tengo el cuerpo cansado por ahora. Did I mention I am starting my own vegetable garden? Yeah, was out shoveling yesterday then went on to unwind and cut ivy from berry bushes that are beginning to spring up... I am guessing black berries... but will let you know when they pop out! Oh! and then there's that whole job search thing to top things off...  No time to waste too much to do :]

Sunday, February 28, 2010

Un Fin de Semana

'Cafecito de madrugada,' Cuajimoloyas, Sierra Juárez, Oaxaca, 2010. 'Life in Oaxaca' series.


 
'Sillón Anarquista,' Oaxaca, Oaxaca, 2010. 'Life in Oaxaca' series.


 
'Luna Sobre la Ciudad,' Oaxaca,  Oaxaca, 2010. 'Life in Oaxaca' series.


Monday, May 18, 2009

24 hour coffee shops

All I can say at 1am as I frantically try to get something that makes some sort of sense written about social movement theory, anthropologies of feminisms and place, and the politics of alliance is THANK GOD FOR 24 HOUR Coffee Shops, Pandora, the Ozos, Los Lobos, Bjork, Weezer and Orishas! And of course all of the looney toon people here. I am not alone in this insanity! Someone just ordered a coffee at 1:30am... Now that's my kind off woman ;)

...Update... She got another cup at 2:30am...

...never sleeping deadline soundtrack list...
1. all through the night - Cindy Lauper
2. state of emergency - Bjork
3. out of my head
4. like a prayer - Madonna
5. sweet dreams - Eurythmics
6. insane in the membrane - Cypress Hill
7. basically - Gnarls Barkley
8. in the wee small hours of the morning
9. three o'clock blues - BB King
10. under pressure - David Bowie
11. hard to concentrate - Red Hot Chilli Peppers

...to be continued...

Thursday, May 7, 2009

Se me acabo el café, se me acabo!


Buenas tardes señoritas y señoritos. Me reporto desde TeJano-landia con la noticia de que esta mañana desperté para darme cuenta de que se me acabo el café! Al principio no puse mucha atención. Me propuse caminar por el laberinto de la vida sin cafeína... Trate de hacer como si no importaba mucho el no haberme tomado mi tacita de café como el señor Girafales... NO LO RECOMIENDO!

Como fue transcurriendo el día me empecé a sentir mas y mas como luchadora desinflada! Señoras y Señores, jovenzazas y jovenzazos, niñas y niños… eeeeeeeen estáaaaa esquina la Coronela enmasc... Perdón La Tortilla Dormida! SPLAT!

Pensé que al irme a la biblioteca a estudiar en temperaturas antárticales me mantendría por lo menos con los parparos congelados y pues con los ojos abiertos. Déjenme decirles que esto no ocurrió. Por si en algún momento piensan experimentar, les comparto que parece ser que el frió extremo causa enorme sueño. Para ser sincera me andaba jeteando en la biblioteca... feminisms... femi... nis.. feminis... wom... byns... no...no... no womb... yns... aaaaaah... Yo, que le he dado tantas vueltas a la posibilidad de algún tatuaje, casi consigo uno estilo teclas de computadora en la mera frente.

Cafecito en la mesa, aah! Que alivio... ya sintiéndome menos zonambulesqueada, me lanzo al Rin desde las cuerdas... BOING! Hay les va la jacarandá atómica charrasqueados!