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June, 2005

  1. Festival Latino

    June 16, 2005 by elenamary

    I know a lot of you Xicano readers half-heartedly believe me when I tell you that there are Mexicans in Columbus. (I’ve written about the historical groups of Latinos in Ohio.) The story I often recall was as a child driving with my mamí. She would see someone brown and pull over and excitedly asking them if they were a paisano. If she were to do this today in Columbus, Ohio she would be pulling over at every intersection. I wonder how difficult it was for my mother then. You see my mom isn’t a Chicana she is Mexicana. Didn’t come to the United States until she was in her twenties and married to my father. He told her they were just going to visit. And up until two years ago if you had asked my mother if she lived in the US she would reply “No, I am just visiting” after 20 some years of visiting my mother now says she lives her. I can’t imagine what it would’ve been like for her to move from her family and friends to the suburbs of Ohio where many people had only seen Mexicans when vacationing on their cruises.

    This weekend Columbus, Ohio has its big Latino Festival, Friday and Saturday from noon- to midnight. There are multiple booths, four stages, a soccer tournament all kinds of fun stuff. Sadly though and I am always embarrassed to admit this I don’t know any of the groups performing. This year is slightly different. I know the group Sones de México. I got to see them perform at NACCS in Chicago, 2002. They are awesome. And get this, because they are from the Irish-Mexican neighborhood of Chicago they play some hybrid Mexican-Irish songs. You can only imagine how much this Irish-Xicana loves it.


  2. cure-all

    June 15, 2005 by elenamary

    I am sick. I have to finally admit it. I used to think that allergies were for whiney-ass bitches. What’s wrong with you? You allergic to the air? Crybaby.
    Beneath my scratchy watery eyes and my painful sinuses, I was in shock as the doctor told me I had allergies. No, not me! I am Mexican. Only white people get allergies because they don’t know what real pain is, come on now. What do you mean I am allergic? I guess that would make sense I have allergies to Ohio. That’s right to the whole damn state of Ohio.

    Here I am, having been suffering with my allergies for over a week now and in denial. It got so bad tonight that I started to cough-up blood. A small amount mind you of fresh bright red blood from having been coughing so much. I went to take my medicine and realized that I hadn’t refilled the prescription since last year. Fuck. So I took something else…not telling you what but it is good for the allergies. On top of that I am drinking my Mother’s cure-all. Just as Chicanos have the stereotypical “7-Up” cure all my mother has her’s. I had to search through the fridge before I found a small invidual size bottle of orange juice. Then I found my cayenne pepper heaped in a couple tablespoons, thats right TABLESPOONS not teaspoons and heated it all up in the microwave. If you are going to make this for children add honey.

    Tomorrow:
    1. Buy more OJ
    2. Buy more cayenne pepper
    3. Get drugs


  3. in translation

    June 14, 2005 by elenamary

    Depending on my mood I might tell you that Upton Sinclair, or John Steinbeck or Herman Hesse is my favorite author.

    The thing is though I’ve told myself I am not allowed to read anymore Herman Hesse.

    My father gave me my politics and fostered my love of reading. Before taking my sister (age 11) and I (age 13) to Thailand he gave us a reading list. On mine was Siddhartha, I loved it and subsequently devoured all my father’s old yellowed Hesse books. It was while in Mexico (when I had run away from everything) that I read Strange News from Another Star and Other Tales. It was the most beautiful thing I have ever read. If it was this beautiful in translation, what was it like in the original? All the nuances, all the ethos, the flow of the words in the original language, all of it lost in translation and yet this was still the most beautiful thing I had ever read. It was then I decided I would never read another Hesse book in translation. I would wait until I could read it in German. Which of course has never happened.

    El Pocho Abogado asked:

    Today when I caved I went and got the Neruda poems. I figured I can check the other books out from the library but I’ll need time to digest the Neruda. Any of you smarty pants latino lit people know who does the best translations with the translation on the facing page of the original?

    I gave him both helpful and humble advice… “We smarty pants people don’t read him in translation”.

    I am thinking of starting two new blogs one in German and one in Portuguese, in order to improve my language skills. If I do they will be at either my livejournal, xanga, friendster, blogspot or myspace blog.


  4. Goddess By Alfred J. Quiroz

    June 13, 2005 by elenamary




    Goddess By Alfred J. Quiroz

    Originally uploaded by elenamary.

    I’ve been wanting to get a tattoo for awhile now. I’ve had the piece picked out for over a year now. A little over a month ago I decided where to put the piece. This week I meet the artist I’ve decided to let tattoo me. Finding the artist has been for the most part what has kept me from getting the tattoo. I wanted a Mexican or Xicano to do it. I know that sounds racist…I guess because it is a Mexican/Xicano art piece. If I wanted a Celtic symbol I would seek out a Celt clansman.

    I am getting Alfred Quiroz’s piece “Goddess”. I am splitting the images in half. I am getting the pink Virgen de Guadalupe in between my breasts but low enough so that I can wear low cut tank tops and it wont be visible. I am putting the colorful Virgen (on the right side of Quiroz’s piece) on my back. If you were to shot a dart through me and through the Virgen in between my breasts the dart would shoot out in the back to the other Virgen De Guadalupe, the colorful one. I am getting the piece done while in Mexico by the artist Luis El Pelón.


  5. Music chain

    June 13, 2005 by elenamary

    I hate these things but I love Colorado Luis.

    The last CD I bought was: I got a gift certificate to Used Kids and bought Afro Brasil. The last CD I bought using my own money was over a year ago and that was an Immortal Technique album that I never got to see again, because that night Miles borrowed it and hasn’t returned it.

    Song playing right now: None, I am listening to BBC Brasil Mundo Hoje.

    Five songs I listen to a lot, or that mean a lot to me: I actually try to avoid listening to the songs that mean a lot to me because they make me cry.

    ManáRayando El Sol. Alexi would sing this to me in the mornings or when driving around together.

    A Manteiga Derramou — is a traditional capoeira song that I love to sing and hear people sing.

    Los Tigres del NorteGolpes en el Corazon. I think of driving around town with my friends singing at the top our lungs.

    MolotovFrijolero. An awesome catchy song, with awesome lyrics and the best music video ever. It doesn’t get better than this…I translated the lyrics here.

    White, Orange and Green — Is an old Irish folk song, so of course it has been done by everyone and their mother. I really like the song about a 16 year old girl who refuses to let an English solider tell her what to do. She calls her self a rebel and claims that she will fight him until death before laying down her flag.


  6. Sonetos de Sor Juana Inés de La Cruz

    June 12, 2005 by elenamary

    Mís dos sonetos favorirtos de sor Juana.

    Al que ingrato me deja, buscao amante;
    al que amante me sigue, dejo ingrata;
    constante adoro a quien mi amor maltrata,
    maltrato a quien mi amor busca constante.

    Al que trato de amor hallo diamante
    y soy diamante al que de amor me trata;
    triunfante quiero ver al que me mata
    y mato al que me quiere ver triunfante.

    Si a éste pago, padece mi deseo;
    si ruego a aquél, mi pundonor enojo,
    de entrambos modos infeliz me veo.

    Pero yo por mejor partido escojo
    de quien no quiero, ser violento empleo,
    que de quien no me quiere, vil despojo.

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