from the How-To section on my custom-built Google homepage. jealous, right? spinning pencil? you can also learn how to make chocolate milk?!
i didn't read them, so i don't know if they work - i don't have THAT much time on my hands...!
hey - have a great weekend everybody.
happy BBQ'ing
Friday, May 26, 2006
Saturday, May 20, 2006
so, i’m in love.
his name is Francisco X. Alarcón.
though we shall not likely meet, his poetry is enough.
he wrote this collection called Snake Poems, an Aztec Invocation.
ok, check this out –
in 1629, Hernando Ruiz de Alarcón, a catholic priest from Atenango
(in what’s now the state of Guerrero, Mexico) wrote a manuscript on
Native American beliefs called Tratado de las supersticiones y costumbres
gentílicas que oy viven entre los indios naturales desta Nueva España.
in english that’s Treatise on the superstitions and heathen customs that today live among the Indians Native to this New Spain. not a good guy, this Alarcón.
he wrote to expose the ‘heathen’ practices among the Indians to extend the repressive practices of the Spanish Inquisition . but the interesting thing was that by writing all these spells and curing remedies down he created the only comprehensive compilation in existence. so a few hundred years later, along comes Francisco X of the same last name and he makes poetry out of it while passing along the knowledge. his poetry is spare, but only in actual word count.
the ones that he chooses resonate and seem to echo from the head to the heart
and back again. absolutely spellbinding. here are a few so you can see what i mean.
I’m Not Really Crying
it’s just
the sheer
number
of chopped
onions
in the world
Mestizo
my name
is not
Francisco
there is
an Arab
within me
who prays
three times
each day
behind
my Roman
nose
there is
a Phoenician
smiling
my eyes
still see
Sevilla
but
my mouth
is Olmec
my dark
hands are
Toltec
my cheekbones
fierce
Chichimec
my feet
recognize
no border
no rule
no code
no lord
for this
wanderer’s
heart
Never Alone
always
this caressing
Wind
this Earth
whispering
to our feet
this boundless
desire
of being
grass
tree
corazón
Day and Night
I bleed
in silence
all alone
Martín
Mariana
Domingo
in fields
in streets
in cells
my fists
hit
walls
whips
undress
my ribs
from
my mouth
come out
broken teeth
blood
butterflies
though we shall not likely meet, his poetry is enough.
he wrote this collection called Snake Poems, an Aztec Invocation.
ok, check this out –
in 1629, Hernando Ruiz de Alarcón, a catholic priest from Atenango
(in what’s now the state of Guerrero, Mexico) wrote a manuscript on
Native American beliefs called Tratado de las supersticiones y costumbres
gentílicas que oy viven entre los indios naturales desta Nueva España.
in english that’s Treatise on the superstitions and heathen customs that today live among the Indians Native to this New Spain. not a good guy, this Alarcón.
he wrote to expose the ‘heathen’ practices among the Indians to extend the repressive practices of the Spanish Inquisition . but the interesting thing was that by writing all these spells and curing remedies down he created the only comprehensive compilation in existence. so a few hundred years later, along comes Francisco X of the same last name and he makes poetry out of it while passing along the knowledge. his poetry is spare, but only in actual word count.
the ones that he chooses resonate and seem to echo from the head to the heart
and back again. absolutely spellbinding. here are a few so you can see what i mean.
I’m Not Really Crying
it’s just
the sheer
number
of chopped
onions
in the world
Mestizo
my name
is not
Francisco
there is
an Arab
within me
who prays
three times
each day
behind
my Roman
nose
there is
a Phoenician
smiling
my eyes
still see
Sevilla
but
my mouth
is Olmec
my dark
hands are
Toltec
my cheekbones
fierce
Chichimec
my feet
recognize
no border
no rule
no code
no lord
for this
wanderer’s
heart
Never Alone
always
this caressing
Wind
this Earth
whispering
to our feet
this boundless
desire
of being
grass
tree
corazón
Day and Night
I bleed
in silence
all alone
Martín
Mariana
Domingo
in fields
in streets
in cells
my fists
hit
walls
whips
undress
my ribs
from
my mouth
come out
broken teeth
blood
butterflies
Sunday, May 7, 2006
some news and some books
i may be obssessed about Easter Island but i just really, really want to go.
if you're still in college trying to figure out what to major in and you're kind of - well, really smart, think about psychometrics. it's all about academic test-makers. very interesting stuff.
talk about big brother! watching television isn't obnoxious enough?
seal your secrets... and have them displayed on 44th street?!
1. kim stanley robinson's Forty Signs of Rain
2. lynn foster's A Brief History of Central America
3. jim sagel's El Santo Queso: Cuentos
4. jaime suchlicki's Mexico: From Montezuma to NAFTA, Chiapas, and Beyond
5. celia wakefield's Under the Tabachin Tree: A New Home in Mexico
6. eric burdon's Don't Let Me Be Misunderstood
7. mark kurlansky's Boogaloo on 2nd Avenue
walking the dog has been made much more pleasant in recent days. one being the nice warm weather and the second being the delivery of an ipod that my employer promised me months ago. she got them (3) for free from some fundraising chick she knows. so yay for me! and i went out and spent 30 bucks (why are all ipod accessories 30 bucks, BTW?) on one of those arm band thingies. so now there's a new bounce to my step at 6 freakin 45 AM!!
if you're still in college trying to figure out what to major in and you're kind of - well, really smart, think about psychometrics. it's all about academic test-makers. very interesting stuff.
talk about big brother! watching television isn't obnoxious enough?
seal your secrets... and have them displayed on 44th street?!
1. kim stanley robinson's Forty Signs of Rain
2. lynn foster's A Brief History of Central America
3. jim sagel's El Santo Queso: Cuentos
4. jaime suchlicki's Mexico: From Montezuma to NAFTA, Chiapas, and Beyond
5. celia wakefield's Under the Tabachin Tree: A New Home in Mexico
6. eric burdon's Don't Let Me Be Misunderstood
7. mark kurlansky's Boogaloo on 2nd Avenue
walking the dog has been made much more pleasant in recent days. one being the nice warm weather and the second being the delivery of an ipod that my employer promised me months ago. she got them (3) for free from some fundraising chick she knows. so yay for me! and i went out and spent 30 bucks (why are all ipod accessories 30 bucks, BTW?) on one of those arm band thingies. so now there's a new bounce to my step at 6 freakin 45 AM!!
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