el dia de hoy

soy mejicano, me thinks

soy mejicano muy materialista. se me van, o se fueron, los dias de protesta. ese ni~o idealista que so~aba en algun dia cambiar el mundo. ahora me siento solo. escuchando a manu chao en mtv en espa~ol en mi nuevo television de flat screen con canales hasta la...

y como escoger...

como llenar mi plato...

saber como parar...

y no tener que

siempre ser, el

ultimo en el bar

manu canta de las calles de barcelona. las calles que muy facil pueden ser las calles del parque del periodista en medellin. o la de la plaza de los sapos en puebla. las calles oscuras de coyoacan. donde el deseo del cigaro siempre sale. salen tantos deseos. las calles y deseos donde,don sabina nos cuenta,habita el olvido. y no solo el olvido.

y esos bares y tabernas donde, como iglesias raras, no predican redencion ni salvacion, solo comunion. y eso siempre lo encontraras. como la taberna italiana con paderes amarillas en la avenida sexta de cali. donde el due~o y el dj eran el mismo. un sudafricacano con abuelos holandeses y uno esposa boliviana. era siempre nuestro lugar preferido.

y ahora me cuenta mi amiga que nuestra taberna y el sudafricano ya no siguen alli. ahora el due~o es de cali. y tocan salsa o vallenato. como si no hubiera suficientes lugares con los sonidos de salsa o vallenato en cali. habia veces cuando a alguien le daba las ganas de escuchar a patsy cline o frank sinatra o quizas una cancion clasica de los beatles. y para eso uno tenia que ir a visitar al sudafricano en la taberna italiana en la avenida sexta de cali. donde por supuesto siempre se escuchaba la voz de manu. pero ahora mi amiga, junto con la taberna, dejo a cali y me cuenta que habita en carolina del norte. donde se conformaria en encontrar solo un lugar donde escuchar y bailar salsa.

the turkey lands

the turkey lands.

something didnt sit so well. delores downstairs was drenched. our bathtub apparently leaked.

kierkegaard spoke of a teleological suspension of the ethical. those were the days. now i merely write of ketchup stains and how much mustard costs. yet i pay. i pay for that damn good spicy mustard. the little, round glass can is always so much more expensive than that big, plastic squirt bottle. but thats the one you want. you always want the smaller one. its just so damn good.

so while the thanksgiving theater is going on, europe is busy building a joint defense. to defend against whom may i ask? the US is not pleased. im not sure who the US is exactly because i was never asked. it means cheney chums and blinded bushites.

el dia de gracias

watching a bit of walter on this dia de gracias. me dice a mi, genesis, que siga con mi poder de conviccion y de persuacion...pero como y cuando pueden ser lo mismo?

bueno dice que reciban todos este y todos los dias--paz y mucha paz pero sobre todo, mucho, mucho AMOR...

in other wor(L)ds,

more troops are sent to iraq y esto va pa largo...

bush beats

hmos, ppos and ieds....bush celebrates.

the paras disarm. or something seemingly close. or, perhaps, not even close. 800 out of 20,000 seems bleak for a process seeking to be completed by 2005.

The demobilised fighters will spend the following three weeks in a government camp, receiving counselling and training.

i wonder if farc or eln kids deciding to disarm would also be offered education scholarships, counseling and job training?

garagos gripes against those attacking his man.

glen campbell sings the blues. or at least, a rendition of rhinestone cowboy to a few drunk jailers...

and where is georgia was rhetorical, or something of the sort

for who the fuck cares...or who can say shevardnaze....

certainly not anyone in baghdad or iowa

in other worlds, not too far away,

harpers hodges juxtaposes the week so beautifully so. once again. apart from bush describing guantanamo prisoners as "illegal noncombatants", taking five chefs to england while us forces get there asses kicked by carts pulled by a bunch of donkeys, the best was this,

The Russian Orthodox Church denounced the Mormons for buying the names of dead Russians so they can baptize their dead souls. "Our ceremony is not rebaptism," said a spokesman for the Nizhni Novgorod Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints, "it only gives the soul of the deceased person the freedom of choice to accept our belief or to reject it."

or maybe this,

A German cannibal named Armin Meiwes said he was sorry for killing and eating another man, who supposedly agreed to be eaten and shared a meal of his own penis with his killer. Prosecutors have charged Meiwes with "murder for sexual satisfaction," because cannibalism is not a crime in Germany.

not bad for a day. or a week. or something.

el dia in pictures

the day in pictures. courtesy of the bbc.

star, the turkey is pardoned. bush, however, is not. and should not be. bush spends time pardoning turkeys but cant spend time visiting families of soldiers killed in iraq.

in baghdad, time stands still. or at least pretends.

it's fashion week in china.

where's georgia anyway?

my friend thinks the right is right.

my dog doesnt seem to know how

to sit.

another day gone by.

cuantos dias

contando los dias y

hablando un poco mas

despacio y quizas con

un poco mas de

inteligencia...pero lo

dudo...

she asked me so succintly about the shirt. i've only wore it twice. and still im not so set on never wearing it again. not only not so set. i plan to wear it tomorrow. on the plane. i plan to drink coffee. the diedrichs dark of the day. whatever that may be. con chingos of sugar. i plan to buy the times and look as if i care about baghdad. truth is baghdad's become boring. even bland. perhaps just mundane. i plan to visit the body shop. and buy nothing. just use up all the damn testers and smell like brazilian coconut and bali mangoes with a twist of satsuma spice. taking lessons on tactfulness is not something she's good at. the shirt's going to smell and feel so good...

aparte de dudarle la

verdad

es que de ninguna

manera

lo creo ni lo veo

como algo que

posiblemente pudiera

ser

verdad o realidad

puras pocas pinches

mentiras

and no matter how succintly she attempts to speak. the semi--o casi semi-- colons she employs are no more discreet than the satsuma spice and bali mangoes on my cheap ol self and cheap ol shirt. and the commas she fails to mind seem to give her ways away...

im not so set on not wearing it again. in fact, im wearing it tomorrow to watch cnn at bush airport...read the times and drink the diedrich's dark of the day. whatever that may be...

turkey trembles

rally the masses in turkey. against the evils of terrorism.

a damn good america(n).

first it was willie, and now, along with studs terkel and many others, one more damn good american endorses kucinich. and he does it so beautifully and so good in both english and spanish.

yet im strapped. straitjackets and pinballs. i seemed to not have had trouble voting green the last two presidential elections but now. now, i feel that i should be more practical and vote realistically and strategically. i want to win. i want bush to be beat. badly.

i feel disillusioned. why give my energy to a candidate i know won't win. won't win the primary. much less the presidential election. these factors never phased me just a few years ago.

am i getting older and wiser. or just blander and more boring. sedated and seduced by the lies, comforts and conveniences of a freeamerica.

meanwhile i keep trying to learn to sit. softly and slowly. and its so fucking frustrating. i may be getting older but not less restless.

bombs fall. terrorists terrorize. and communists and drug wars are things of the past. at least for the moment.

i hesitate. to call her and find myself rejected.

i resist. to step forward and say what only moments ago i seemed to understand so

clearly. or at least not vaguely. kucinich won't win. that's clear. but willie isn't bad company and really,

what more is there that's good but company thats not bad. or at least not bland or boring. not sedated or seduced.

if you find some of 'em people. stay close.

educate

the us ranked third from last in educating it's countries poor. the netherlands ranked first. the netherlands, like france, opposed the war in iraq and find themselves at odds with this great nation.

bush visits england. unlike clinton he will not be greeted by handshakes in trafalgar square. i used to have no respect for clinton. until bush. bush makes clinton shine.

today, god smiles. and gays may marry freeLy in boston. although the rest of this free country seems wary...or seemingly so.

on this day

On Nov. 17, 1973, President Nixon told an Associated Press managing editors meeting in Orlando, Fla., that "people have got to know whether or not their president is a crook. Well, I'm not a crook."