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  1. and so it happend

    January 23, 2012 by elenamary

    Blogtitlan, finally, after much planning (I posted about it here), united in real life, or at least as Cindylu has called it (and I’ve stolen) had a Blogotitlán mini reunion. We were missing keyplayers like El Pocho Abogado, Xolo, El Más Chingon and of course the other blogueros.

    We were to meet in San Diego. My dude Juan and I left a snow storm in Columbus just in time before they started canceling flights and off we went to Phoenix (only to later learn Poor Little Tumbleweed had been redirected to Phoenix as well). Arriving in San Diego, we meet up with Poor Little Tumbleweed and rented a cute little mustang convertible. I know it is touristy but it was that or the Crown Vic and that was an oh hells no option. We headed over to our blogtitlan rental house.

    I of course rang the neighbor’s doorbell first but once we found the right house we found, El Oso Pecoso, Cindylu, her fiance Sean and her sister Lori. Later that night HP would arrive with HP junior. Next night more would swing by or stay at the house including GRD, Nathan Gibbs, and Chris.

    On Sunday some of us (Mario, Oso, Cindylu, PoorLittleTumbleweed, Cindylu, Sean, Lori, Nathan AKA Juan, and I) ran the Carlsbad 1/2 or full marathon. GRD came out with banners to cheer us on and never found us. I’ve never had anyone make signs for me for a race. It was sweet. I felt so much unity as I ran along the pacific coast watching the surfers enjoy the waves.

    After the race

    Post Carlsbad Race (missing Poor Little Tumbleweed who ran the full), picture from Cindylu.

    The reunion was a nice. It felt however, as if we were more grown-up then we had been when we had been writing. It hit home hard that I am not as young as I used to be. I can’t explain that feeling but it was always present. That isn’t to say I didn’t enjoy myself. I had fun with crazy little tumbleweeds antics. Or feeling the support of Nathan Gibbs as we ran those first 10 miles of the race together. It was nice to meet the blogueros partners although I wish I could’ve asked them what did they think of their spouse blogging and being part of blogtitlan. The time felt too rushed and as if we couldn’t party too much since we did have the big race coming up. I hope for the next reunion that I can stay an extra day or two after the race, hanging out with blogtitlan. I hope Gus and HP will race too and kick some butt. I hope I go back thinner and more fit (with lots of inspiration from Cindylu). I hope the next reunion is bigger and that I can spend more time hugging my fellow blogueros. To the ones I did get to spend the weekend with, thank you for being my blogtitlan familia.

    My pictures from Blogotitlán mini reunion.
    Cindylu’s pictures from the Blogotitlán mini reunion and Cindylu’s blog post about the reunion and post about the race.
    GRD’s pictures from Blogotitlán mini reunion.
    Oso’s blog post and his pictures.
    Sean’s pictures from Blogotitlán mini reunion and his blog post.

     

    (we are talking of another reunion in Chicago in October for the Chicago Marathon, who is in?)


  2. Humor

    December 11, 2011 by elenamary

    I try to tell people interested in interpreting, that knowing a language isn’t achieved by knowing a vocabulary.  Knowing a language is cultural, it is becoming the language, being part of the ethos, it  is a change in personality and perspective.
    Humor is a great identifier of ones culture.  I always realize how I am not so american when I watch American comedies and how I am even less Mexican than I like to think I am when I watch Mexican comedies.

    I suck at pop culture. Both Mexican and American. I’ve never seen Star Wars, Pulp Fiction, American Idol and rarely get the references made in American comedies like The Simpsons.  When I watch or listen to Mexican comedies it is even worse.  El Chavo del Ocho doesn’t make me laugh.  I can’t stand La Familia Peluche and have never once laughed during it.  At least with American comedies I sometimes laugh.  However, in both situations I feel a disconnect especially with people around me who look like the are about to lose bladder control from the laughter.  I’ve been watching a lot of Mexican stand-up comedy and joke telling as of late. I feel overwhelmed by a sense of disconnect and sadness.  I am not really Mexican. I don’t laugh at all and it makes me feel like a failure as a Mexican.  I understand what is supposed to be funny but I don’t find it funny.  I attempt to analyze what it is I am missing.

    On the rare occasions I do find a Mexican comedy funny, moments after my laughing as ceased, I realize that my laughter happened naturally and I feel a sense of belonging.   Below is a clip from a vulgar, Mexican comedy show.  I laughed and enjoyed it and was pleased with my enjoyment.  Additionally, here is a link to a blog post by a British friend of mine.  She writes about Americans (and my) inability to comprehend dry wit or sarcasm…although I like to think I prefer dry humor to slapstick.

    A funny political aside: my mother who has lived in the the United State for 30+ years now, was flipping through the channels and stopped at a speech being given by Rick Perry.  She listened attentively and then looked at me for a cue and asked “Is he real? Or is this The SNL?”   She wasn’t sure if she was supposed to be laughing.


  3. Thanks sporty friends

    November 20, 2011 by elenamary

    Elenamary Bike Race
    My dear friend Norm, and I am paraphrasing here, said  something like “As long as you have either music or sports you will always have friends”.  I think he is right.  I am jealous I don’t have music or as KyJah once told me I have “anti-rhythm”.   I do however have athletics. The more I participate in sports, the more I wonder what people do together if they don’t get together to play sports? As I am training for the 1/2 marathon with blogtitlan and for the upcoming triathlon season, I frequently find myself thinking of all the friends that helped me along the way.

     

    Sarah Elena Beach Costa Rica

    Elenamary and Sarah, Costa Rica

    It started with Sarah.  I was the heaviest I’d  ever been, and I didn’t know where to begin.  Sarah liked running and going to the gym and doing all those things I hated and feared, but I asked her for help and she responded in her normal sugary over-excited way “of course!”   At first I was too embarrassed to even get on the scale.  I didn’t want to know how bad it was.  I got on the scale backwards and asked Sarah to look, and to not tell me but to keep track of my weight weekly.  I only asked that she let me know if the number was going down.  We worked on cardio and weight training.  Sarah set me up with a plan for arms, core, and legs (that I follow to this day). I’d felt uncomfortable in the gym, awkward, I couldn’t think of a situation more malapropos for my existence.  Yet, with Sarah I never felt criticized (despite the fact that I’d long before sworn to never trust a woman who’s thighs didn’t touch).  I was surprised how at ease Sarah could put me.  This bouncy blond gyminist  med student whose thighs don’t touch, who can do pull-ups with one arm, who proportionate to body size has boobs way bigger than mine, was so genuinely encouraging that I was going to have to admit she was pretty awesome.  She’d email me how proud of me she was, offer me motivation to go on days when I felt like giving up, work out next to me and correct my positioning while never doing it anyway that felt belittling or insulting.

    Sarah gave me the courage to get more involved in athletics and in it turn,  I have been on sports teams galore as an adult and I am loving it.
    football group shot game 02
    Swim Team shot 2
    Triathlon team

    As I continue to train and still work on improving my body.  I’ve made great friends who have encouraged me and inspired me.  There is Yony who ran my first half-marathon next to me.  It took me almost 3 hours to finish it the first time.  He was so bored with my pace that he tried to make the run an obstacle course by running backwards, jumping up and off of curbs, by zigging and zagging out of obstacles he created. He did stay with me for those long 3 hours and encouraged me to keep going even when it started to rain and we passed my house around the 7th mile marker. Patrick got me to compete in my first triathlon.  Norm got me to compete in my first mountain bike race.  Rocky went with me to a sprint triathlon at the University of Akron and did the run twice so that he could run along side me as I finished.  Solomon coached me in swimming in the dawn hours of the day.   Laura A. got me on a schedule for timed 5k race.  Kae who gave me one-on-one yoga classes.

    Vu who competes with me at the gym in who can get sweatier (he always wins).   Amy who ran with me at Beekman park and would inspire me with her ultra-marathon stories and goals.   Cindylu who writes about her own struggles in weight loss and running that inspires me to not give up.  Jason B. who rode his bike behind me while  I ran and encouraged me to keep my pace up.  Jess and Steph who have done multiple triathlons with me and encouraged me the whole way.  José who become my personal 1/2 ironman trainer and would push me on long bike rides to go even farther.  Laura R. who would play football with me against the men, when no other women would.  Simon who became my gym buddy and helped me find an awesome gym in Haikou which almost gave me enough reason to stay there and keep training.

     

    Laura and ElenamaryThere are a lot of people who’ve helped me become more athletic the last couple years. Not necessairly people who did the sports with me but there are those who gave me advice when I over-trained or  made me playlists or sometimes even made the music I work out to.  Sports have helped me build a great community of friends and I am thankful for it.


  4. Our Bodies, Ourselves

    October 27, 2011 by elenamary

    My father gave me a copy of Our Bodies, Ourselves and a copy of the Hite Report on Female Sexuality, at some point in my adolescence.  He wasn’t good at talking he just left them for me on my bed to read…in the same manner as he did the noble prize authors’ book I, Rigoberta Menchu.  We never discussed it.  I read the book and am thankful for them.  Our Bodies, Ourselves was probably one of my first feminist readings and most assuredly one of my first medical readings.  It “normalized” things for me that had they not been normalized would probably have left me with only conservative Mexican catholic patriarchal tools for analysis.

    I wonder what 14 year-old-me would think about me as an adult having worked in sexual health clinics, or me helping other women understand that their own sexuality is okay.  I wonder what younger me would think of the fact that I have a friend who contributed to the latest edition of Our Bodies, Ourselves and was on national nightly news, discussing the book.  I know the current me is thrilled for Veronica Arreola of Viva La Feminista who is interviewed in this clip at approximately 2:34 minutes into it, the whole thing only lasts 3:12.

     

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  5. Blogtitlan Reunion

    October 25, 2011 by elenamary

    I was given the domain elenamary.com as a gift, I think in the fall of 1999.   We really didn’t have the word blog then, and I didn’t think of the internet as a place to journal.  The only people I knew who had personal webpages had them on things like Angelfire (oh lord) and posted pictures of comics.  I remember first building Elenamary with FrontPage, then moving on to Typepad, and then to WordPress.  It was at some point between Typepad and wordpress that I discovered I had readers I didn’t personally know.  I had written a post about Xicana identity and a man I had never met commented on my post.  Holy shit!  Things on the internet are public?!!  A few years later I would look back at that moment and admit I was awe struck;

    I was first brought to blogtitlan by el Padrino de blogtitlan, Julio Sueco of Yonder Lies It. He left a comment on my blog and it startled the shit out of me. It was back when I blogged for shits and giggles, never thinking people would question me, or get me to think about what I was saying. I’ve come to expect and look forward to people having a real discussion with me and causing me to stop and think. I was also shocked that Julio added me to his blog roll and commented about me right next to Ana Castillo. Damn! I was shocked. An academic Xicano reading my blog?! An academic Xicano who would put my blog right next to Ana Castillo’s blog?! She was someone I read about in class. She was someone who had authority to speak about being Latino, about Xicanoism, about Latino Studies. Why link to me?  - Elenamary June 18, 2007.

    Padrino Julio El Sueco lead me to other bloggers like CindyLu of Loteria Chicana fame, and David El Oso Pecoso and Seyd el Ethnoqueer.  We became a close knit family.  We confided in each other.  It wasn’t like facebook or myspace or friendster.  We shared intimacies online, we bared our souls (in ways I wouldn’t now).   We actively read, not as you might now passively read 140 characters, we commented, sometimes thoughtful comments, sometimes short acknowledgments of presence.  Our family grew.

    We went from a few people, in touch all the time to an uncontrollably large group.  Long after we had become to big to be an intimate family, I heard NPR describing a “blog” to its radio listeners but for us it had come to an end.

    El Oso first noted they dying of our community in 2006 and asked:

    Why, after such an intense outpouring of conversation, storytelling, and debating is there now so much silence? MariCésarAlmaWooj,BeckieJulissa, and Seyd have stopped blogging altogether.  DerekGustavoTravisRevazChrisDaily TexicanPrentiss, and Elena now write at intervals only consistent in their inconsistency. And even old powerhouses like CindyluKaren, and HP (not that HP ever wrote anything himself anyway) have slowed down considerably.

    But something has been changing more recently.  We miss each other (we always did really) and facebook doesn’t cut it.  Or as EMC said to me via email  ”Not to knock it or anything, because I wouldn’t have discovered so much about myself and met so many fantastic people if it wasn’t for blogging, but in the case of the Facebook, I feel I’m being dictated on how to interact with people–that too me feels fake.

    Facebook does feel fake.  In fact so do blogs.   We were honest then, we were a smaller group then, maybe we were more naive.  I also, find myself, censoring myself in a way I never thought I would.  At dinner with El Oso in Mexico City (who I’d meet in person for the first time that week) I told him about some things I was afriad to blog about, things  I couldn’t share anymore.  He didn’t seem to understand why I couldn’t post it and maybe that’s why he has never stopped blogging.  Although I will say even his posts are less personal now.  After our first meeting, about a year ago, El Oso posted a blog titled More Open, Less Hypocritical that moved me:

    Over the past couple months I have met two people for the first time that – in some ways – might know me better than some of my closest friends and family. Adriana and Elena Mary. I can’t tell you much of what they’ve been up to over the past couple years, but back in 2004 I could have given you a weekly summary of their lives. Back then Adriana was “Poor Little Tumbleweed” and Elena Mary was … well, pretty often upset about something or other. We were all part of a group of about 10 – 15 people who blogged at least weekly, always left comments on one another’s posts, and generally created an important sense of community out of nowhere. Relationships formed, relationships ended. Visits were made all the way across country. People who at first couldn’t stand one another came to develop a delicate respect for each other, which then turned into real, meaningful friendships. As we began to express and shape our identities online we were forced to reflect about our place in the world and how the way we were raised influenced the person we had become. This wasn’t always an easy process – as identity politics never are – but most importantly, we supported one another much more than we criticized each other.

    And then it all came to an end.

     

    It made me laugh and almost cry.  Oso knows my personality pretty well and he was right, we did develop a respect for each other.  HP and I have had an online battle for years.  I just found this comment I’d left HP while arguing about gay marriage  ”Sexual orientation is not dependant on action. If I fucked you HP, it wouldn’t make me straight (nor would it make me queer—only nauseous). My action of fucking you might be a heterosexual action but it does not make make me heterosexual, nor does it make me HPsexual.”

    However, a few years later I would find myself broke, with a dead cell phone and stranded in Chicago.   I got in touch with CindyLu who sent out word to blogtitlan that I was in need of a place to crash the night.  By that evening I had been in touch with Liza of Culture Kitchen, HP, and Irasali.  HP called some relatives who offered to let me crash at there place, Liza offered her hotel room floor (she was at the dialykos convention) and Irasali too offered up any help she could give.  It was 2007, a couple years after our community had drifted apart but we were still there for each other–even HP for me.  I miss a lot of blogtitlan and many that aren’t mentioned here.  I want to meet all of you.  I may get to meet many of you soon.

    I’ll write a post later about what blogtitlan means to me.  How I got into blogging,  and with much more depth as to how I’ve changed since I started, and how our relationships have changed.   However, the most important update for now is that after planning for 5+ years, we are finally getting together in San Diego.  We are reconstructing a support system, our modern internet tribe.  Not only are we going to hang out we are going to be long distance running!

    After a suggestion from El Oso to do the Carlsbad Marathon, it looks like our well deserved (IMHO) reunion will revolve around the race.  I’ve signed up for the 1/2 marathon, others for the full marathon, and others like HP and Gustavo have signed up to be hecha poras.  I want more people to come, I want all of blogtitlan to come.  I think so far confirmed for the Jauary 22 2012 blogtitlan reunion are as follows:  Nathan Gibbs, El Mas Chingon, El Oso PecosoLa Cindylu, XicanoPwr, La Poor Little Tumbleweed, GDR and  The Hispanic Pundit.  What about the rest of you blogueros whom I’ve loved for so long from such a distance?!  Can you come to San Diego?  Can you start blogging again?  I know I feel a new animo to blog again, I can’t go back to what we used to have but I can start something anew.    Let’s train together, let’s become physically fit, let’s encourage our writing, and self-exploration, let’s rebuild blogtitlan.  And maybe let’s drop this facebook thing?

     


  6. How Chinese-y

    October 3, 2011 by elenamary

    When a cutlural difference comes up here in China, my friends and I will describe the Chinese way as being “Chinese-y” or we might say “How Chinese-y”  I am growing used to some of it and want to document it before I forget.

    Not long after I had first arrived here I went to dinner with my friend Adlet of Kazakhstan.  We went to my favorite place, (a place I’d later find out he really hates) the food stalls at the Southern entrance of our school. The food stalls set up nightly and there is a wide array of food to select from.  Rats running around looking for scraps are also bountiful.

    Eating at South Gate With Friends

    Dinner at South Gate with Friends; Picture by Will Giles
    One of the stalls will bbq your choice of food and I had a hankering for bbq-ed eggplant. Adlet (his Chinese is awesome, has been living and studying here for 5 years now) inquired  if they had eggplant.  The woman said that indeed they did have eggplant. We ordered two and then the woman responded “okay, come back tomorrow”.  Adlet explained to me that the Chinese hate to tell you they don’t have something.  I didn’t quite understand it then, and I also hadn’t realized until yesterday, how much my attitude has changed to this cultural difference.

    Yesterday, I went to get coffee in one of the back alleys. It is really good deal; a whole pot of coffee for 4rmb with a bit of sweetened condensed milk at the bottom. I like it.  My plan was to finish reading my book, drink some coffee, and have some eggs.  I ordered the coffee and then had the following conversation with my server:

    Me: “Have you any eggs?”
    Server: “We have eggs.”
    Me:  ”I’d like eggs–Can I have eggs?”
    Server:  ”Yes, you can. Do you want eggs with rice?”
    Me:  ”No rice. I just want eggs.”
    Server:  ”Do you want eggs with noodles?”
    Me:  ”No I just want eggs.”
    Server: “We have eggs with noodles.”
    Me:  ”Okay, I’ll have eggs with noodles.”
    Server:  ”We don’t have anymore eggs with noodles. Do you want eggs?”
    Me:  ”Yes, I want Eggs.”
    The women points at the restaurant across the street says “eggs” and walks away.
    Below is a picture of my friend Rachel (a native of Hainan).  On a different morning at a different place, I also wanted coffee and eggs.  Rachel ordered our coffee and our food.  The server returned with our coffee and told us “We have food, but don’t want to make it right now.  You can go across the street to the other restaurant get your food and bring it back here.”  We did just that.  As you can see Rachel is eating her food out of a styrofoam container also visible is our pot of coffee.