error and can not, I like
Case 1: a row is nothing I long to enter a concert by local groups. Behind me, a couple. Take on a girl, and in front of her entry. In it a woman tells the couple to pass because it will give a special wristbands. They make me aside to stand in front of me. Advance one place only: my place. Make me wait. I say nothing.
Case 2: After making a not-so-long line in the tortillas, just as he was about 1 kilo ask the tortilla, which is inserted in front of me as a little boy of 11 years. Nobody was behind me and no one in front, only wanting to brew it. The tortilla is attentive and served me first, I ask my kilo of tortillas dodging the Langarita that, he slips on the instructions of his mother, who looks away.
Case 3: I am in the Carl's Jr. waiting to be served behind a woman and pipirisnáis guerita. Nobody is lining up behind me. Nobody. I'm going to order some fries to go. While ordering the lady, another lady just comes and pipirisnáis guerita to greet her. After your order the first lady, the other (saluted) begins ordering. That is, no one is behind me Why the hell could I overlook? I say, "I continued." She is a giantess and looks down telling me is that I greeted my friend and I made it easy. " Without you finish speaking, I get in front of the cashier and ask him "to carry a large fries, please." She waits and I do not care if you are only going to ask when the cashier.
In Case 1 I thought "ok, go, I have no hurry, just this once." In Case 2 there did say "what mothers are not watching me or what the hell? ". And in Case 3 because it spoke flatly What The Fuck?! And I asked myself together I'll be trampled? Will they Langaro? What happens in the world?. Concluded that the world is the one of a bitch. Not per se world, society, much of it.
I've always result in bad taste (coarse, vulgar, ugly) Televisa campaigns where frasesilla away with that of "you have the value or worth?" Wishing (so it seems) to generate a sense of civility . I basically hit these campaigns because they make soap for 30 seconds and all that melodrama aversive me. But I'm starting to understand what causes these measures media (coarse, vulgar, shoddy, so they were not removed). Many people make the abuse, conchudez the Langarica, rudeness, the outrage, the viboreo, cap their way of life. Many people also raise their children to see the world as well, so that future many adults as children are unable to recognize the silent rules of social coexistence. is well and now. It's just like that . Rude, then, is that. And then we have millions of people exploited, abusive, with an air of arrogance (but unable) to walk through life as if they owned the world push you, garbage in where they swell, they cut the line because they do spawn!, finally, lots of examples. Ultimately it is easier to be delinquent or being a violent person, because it allows the scheme to impose your own law.
something happens in Tijuana paid extra to hostility: migration, hundreds of thousands of new settlers arriving from their farms (literally, not encouragement I say derogatory). I explained to an anthropologist who studies the phenomenon: those who come, mostly, have little education. It is understood, ie, lack of opportunities (work, academic, housing, health) in their places of origin makes it migrate to the borders, some with intent crossing but many just to stay because all in all the North is less bloody (economically, on security issues and know that nothing compares ... but for the same ball, bare).
Televisa These campaigns do not think the Net work. It is true that Mexican TV is the only source of education "to life" that assume many families, but I do not really bring about a change of anything to begin with because it is a total hypocrisy: transmit "values" during commercials while other programming (including news) is a strong, steady dose of anti-values, lies, corrupt trampling, cheats, manipulates, deshumanízate, bellowing, lies, corrupt, trampling, cheats, manipulates, deshumanízate, bellowing.
recognize now when columnists or bloggers write speeches and the roll of "the change begins within oneself" (although I do not think like a big deal). Before bothered me because he argued "I am good what? the world is fucked. " I recognize the microesfuerzo (because it is micro, admittedly) and without relying on serve, he adopted today to tell the slots: grab the fart, you bastards.
Thursday, April 28, 2011
Friday, April 22, 2011
How To Know If Your Stomach Is Bleeding
a beach day in Tijuana
Friday. Woke up with a plan to go to the beach. We actually slept with plan when we wake up go to the beach, the only beach in Tijuana, which serves only to stay on the shore (because the water is cold, because there are many streams, it is open sea, it soon becomes deep, because has had high levels of pollution and because, in one of those "you can get a shark). And we were. With beach chair, beach towel, sunscreen, portable music player, camera, and a couple of cocktails pulp-corn-clam. And as we were hundreds, thousands of people. And there are not many options for walks with the family, is what we have and it's where we (the nacos, the poor, the valemadre ... any reading is good), we there who do not leave the city for lack of resources or overwork. But something is something and for many is enough. Happy children played ball, scampered to his cousins, fortresses built of sand. Devoted mother prepared sandwiches, split the watermelon chunks, smeared sunscreens, towels embraced their children (some under the sun because it costs to rent a beach umbrella, folding stand others relaxed in chairs, some alone, others in parity). Parent volunteers walked the dog, threw chamaconas eye on, consented to the youngest kids with candy. Advanced grandmothers calm, assisted (the son of an arm, the other a cane), to settle with their families, very close to the stairs. Temporarily tattooed teenagers, shared kisses, bought snow, flew kites. Young loaded coolers, drank beer, hired the trio, sang, shouted, tried to keep the style. Alerted rescuers get to the sea, distressed, were imposed, had a break and threw a taco. Vendors roamed the beach countless times, and sold their products and were rejected. Many of them (children, mothers, fathers, grandmothers, teenagers, young people) made the onboard entertainment, he joined the Mexican side of the border patrol while threatening to chastise those who are crossing. And there were some brave men who entered their territory several meters just to challenge them. We took off our sneakers and surrender to contemplation. Everything happened so close, all was well. I did the soundtrack for a day at the beach in Tijuana.
Friday. Woke up with a plan to go to the beach. We actually slept with plan when we wake up go to the beach, the only beach in Tijuana, which serves only to stay on the shore (because the water is cold, because there are many streams, it is open sea, it soon becomes deep, because has had high levels of pollution and because, in one of those "you can get a shark). And we were. With beach chair, beach towel, sunscreen, portable music player, camera, and a couple of cocktails pulp-corn-clam. And as we were hundreds, thousands of people. And there are not many options for walks with the family, is what we have and it's where we (the nacos, the poor, the valemadre ... any reading is good), we there who do not leave the city for lack of resources or overwork. But something is something and for many is enough. Happy children played ball, scampered to his cousins, fortresses built of sand. Devoted mother prepared sandwiches, split the watermelon chunks, smeared sunscreens, towels embraced their children (some under the sun because it costs to rent a beach umbrella, folding stand others relaxed in chairs, some alone, others in parity). Parent volunteers walked the dog, threw chamaconas eye on, consented to the youngest kids with candy. Advanced grandmothers calm, assisted (the son of an arm, the other a cane), to settle with their families, very close to the stairs. Temporarily tattooed teenagers, shared kisses, bought snow, flew kites. Young loaded coolers, drank beer, hired the trio, sang, shouted, tried to keep the style. Alerted rescuers get to the sea, distressed, were imposed, had a break and threw a taco. Vendors roamed the beach countless times, and sold their products and were rejected. Many of them (children, mothers, fathers, grandmothers, teenagers, young people) made the onboard entertainment, he joined the Mexican side of the border patrol while threatening to chastise those who are crossing. And there were some brave men who entered their territory several meters just to challenge them. We took off our sneakers and surrender to contemplation. Everything happened so close, all was well. I did the soundtrack for a day at the beach in Tijuana.
Wednesday, April 20, 2011
What Does –
the past is present
I contacted an old childhood friend. I sent an email where I reported the whereabouts of some other friends of the time and told me roughly their present life as an adult. He is an accountant, works in an office, living alone and I said, "but I still hear music and dance. " I stopped contact with my friends from high school when I graduated, so although we do not live far I have zero idea of \u200b\u200bwhat each one, and I must add: I have zero interest. There is appreciation, of course, but no plot. My friend does not question me, I just expressed his pleasure to contact me. And the truth I too am happy to know it. I always sit well, he and I had some cultural empathy with others had no compass, music and literature, basically. Of the 16 to 18 we were all friends it was easy to match in the chaos but not deep issues (what could be so deep harass our brains for that age?).
And there's another reason why I liked him and I still fell very well, I never pulled the wave. It's strange to admit it, but it is: I prefer friendships where there is no such history. And is not I a despiertapasiones it for anything, rather the guys have been a mixed race. Must be the hormones, I guess. Like in college: I'm still writing with a friend while walking from flower to flower never included me in its cluster, which is appreciated. It seems not much (many live life to the Beverly Hills 90210 ), but is critical for the future, at least for me: it really does not interest me to meet with ex-boyfriends or ex-lovers even with ex boyfriends. Why? If we were it and it already was.
I tell my old friend from high school that since I left high school and moved to Tijuana and did not return to port, I liked the chaos, I adjusted to the rhythm of the city that I love the contrasts that I like the non-passivity of the border. He knows I'm a reporter and explain that I take it as activism. And he explains as he also points out, "but I'm in the psychedelic and rock" and give a picture of it which included saying "I hate suits and high heels." Finally his father asked him with all delicacy, as the years have passed and no one knows the destination of the elderly. He answered: "here is, paths with faith" (river, what a good description) and I added a request: "say hello to your mother, tell her I'm listening to Serrat and Silvio."
My friend and I also forward a project: they wanted to walk together (ie: living together with his girlfriend). I congratulate him on his adult life, I say that while locked in an office (as he complains) is not ideal, at least it gives to do what he likes. He also complimented me on my adult life, which I share with personal praise and chiaroscuro professionals: "oh if I told you what I earn, the walk a dog the reported, but the net I like a load research, write, narrate. " We have nothing but good vibes with each other.
Somehow, a decade later (or more), one endorses his decisions, as the decision to be (or be) friends with some and not others, as the decision to respond to a familiar and ignore other .
I contacted an old childhood friend. I sent an email where I reported the whereabouts of some other friends of the time and told me roughly their present life as an adult. He is an accountant, works in an office, living alone and I said, "but I still hear music and dance. " I stopped contact with my friends from high school when I graduated, so although we do not live far I have zero idea of \u200b\u200bwhat each one, and I must add: I have zero interest. There is appreciation, of course, but no plot. My friend does not question me, I just expressed his pleasure to contact me. And the truth I too am happy to know it. I always sit well, he and I had some cultural empathy with others had no compass, music and literature, basically. Of the 16 to 18 we were all friends it was easy to match in the chaos but not deep issues (what could be so deep harass our brains for that age?).
And there's another reason why I liked him and I still fell very well, I never pulled the wave. It's strange to admit it, but it is: I prefer friendships where there is no such history. And is not I a despiertapasiones it for anything, rather the guys have been a mixed race. Must be the hormones, I guess. Like in college: I'm still writing with a friend while walking from flower to flower never included me in its cluster, which is appreciated. It seems not much (many live life to the Beverly Hills 90210 ), but is critical for the future, at least for me: it really does not interest me to meet with ex-boyfriends or ex-lovers even with ex boyfriends. Why? If we were it and it already was.
I tell my old friend from high school that since I left high school and moved to Tijuana and did not return to port, I liked the chaos, I adjusted to the rhythm of the city that I love the contrasts that I like the non-passivity of the border. He knows I'm a reporter and explain that I take it as activism. And he explains as he also points out, "but I'm in the psychedelic and rock" and give a picture of it which included saying "I hate suits and high heels." Finally his father asked him with all delicacy, as the years have passed and no one knows the destination of the elderly. He answered: "here is, paths with faith" (river, what a good description) and I added a request: "say hello to your mother, tell her I'm listening to Serrat and Silvio."
My friend and I also forward a project: they wanted to walk together (ie: living together with his girlfriend). I congratulate him on his adult life, I say that while locked in an office (as he complains) is not ideal, at least it gives to do what he likes. He also complimented me on my adult life, which I share with personal praise and chiaroscuro professionals: "oh if I told you what I earn, the walk a dog the reported, but the net I like a load research, write, narrate. " We have nothing but good vibes with each other.
Somehow, a decade later (or more), one endorses his decisions, as the decision to be (or be) friends with some and not others, as the decision to respond to a familiar and ignore other .
Help Poptropica Museum Training
resurrects dead files
With that in these days that the resurrections are given, here are some visuals. It turns out that sniffing in my photo archives I came across a series of images captured a year ago, maybe a little more or maybe a little less. And here I share: [1] a faint marking, [2] the roof of a building cutting-edge smart , [3] a car just hit, [4] a driver on his cellphone that he passed the car just hit (and not so lesson, I like), [5] a house collapsed, [6] a subdued Wall [7] a rapid, [8] that when a reader had to be a listener, [9] a traveler and fearless dog [10] a sign of tapas-tapas-tapotas, [11] the tree-lined River Zone, [12] an unidentified flying object, [13] Oh, no: it is an airship gringo haunts us from the other side. Enjoy!
With that in these days that the resurrections are given, here are some visuals. It turns out that sniffing in my photo archives I came across a series of images captured a year ago, maybe a little more or maybe a little less. And here I share: [1] a faint marking, [2] the roof of a building cutting-edge smart , [3] a car just hit, [4] a driver on his cellphone that he passed the car just hit (and not so lesson, I like), [5] a house collapsed, [6] a subdued Wall [7] a rapid, [8] that when a reader had to be a listener, [9] a traveler and fearless dog [10] a sign of tapas-tapas-tapotas, [11] the tree-lined River Zone, [12] an unidentified flying object, [13] Oh, no: it is an airship gringo haunts us from the other side. Enjoy!
Monday, April 18, 2011
Baseball Wedding Invitation Wording
In a world without sexism
Without the machismo, sexism, objectification of women, misogyny would be free to read / listen baths idiotic comments they consider virtuous women by linking them to domestic activities.
Without the machismo, sexism, objectification of women, misogyny have no religious sermons at weddings where the man told him "you have to be the provider" or the woman "you keep your house clean." If
Without the machismo, sexism, objectification of women, misogyny commercial detergents also exist with messages of 'Housewives' to facilitate slave life.
Without the machismo, sexism, objectification of women, misogyny, no one would say 'housewife'.
Without the machismo, sexism, objectification of women, misogyny were so many women journalists as female students in the schools of communication (where do they go?).
Without the machismo, sexism, objectification of women, misogyny would be many more professional women in all areas without mean a recognition of gender equality, it would simply be.
Without the machismo, sexism, objectification of women, misogyny, women would not come as ornaments in all kinds of television programs or sporting events, with the boobs and butt out.
Without the machismo, sexism, objectification of women, misogyny may have conductive brains television, including sports themes.
Without the machismo, sexism, objectification of women, misogyny not harass me on the street (years YEARS! Supporting idiots who whisper 'mija' when I walk beside him on the bench, supporting them to tell me Sh sh walking next to any lazy, supporting a great impotence groping fondling or attempted street ... And to me, clear-million women every minute of every day).
Without the machismo, sexism, objectification of women, misogyny, pornography would be less violent (and show the same, nor is it to be polled).
Without the machismo, sexism, objectification of women-lesbian misogyny would not be seen as a fetish.
Without the machismo, sexism, objectification of women, misogyny chingarse insults will not include the mother, or sister fuck, or call Nenita brutes who considered weak.
Without the machismo, sexism, objectification of women, misogyny would be removed from the Mexican soap operas and possibly Televisa and TV Azteca.
Without the machismo, sexism, objectification of women, misogyny, certainly in the churches speak of brotherhood and love for others regardless of sex, it would indeed spiritual messages.
Without the machismo, sexism, objectification of women, misogyny would be extinct white weddings.
Without the machismo, sexism, objectification of women, misogyny should not be feminist or activist in defense of equality, or femicide occur unpunished or trafficking for sexual exploitation.
Without the machismo, sexism, objectification of women, misogyny held when there is no intention to legislate on labor rights of women, or to decriminalize abortion.
Without the machismo, sexism, objectification of women, misogyny never be justification for a sexual assault that "she" was asking to go sexy.
Without the machismo, sexism, objectification of women, misogyny, no one would believe that the 'social breakdown is due to dysfunctional families where the single mother had to leave to work and thus failed to educate their children at home and give them values. "
Without the machismo, sexism, objectification of women, misogyny, the marriage would not become the property of their partners to add their name De Fulatino .
Without the machismo, sexism, objectification of women, misogyny, there would be a shitload of assholes baths with an air of superiority over women around him.
Without the machismo, sexism, objectification of women, misogyny submissive women would not support those assholes baths.
Without the machismo, sexism, objectification of women, misogyny would be free to read / listen baths idiotic comments they consider virtuous women by linking them to domestic activities.
Without the machismo, sexism, objectification of women, misogyny have no religious sermons at weddings where the man told him "you have to be the provider" or the woman "you keep your house clean." If
Without the machismo, sexism, objectification of women, misogyny commercial detergents also exist with messages of 'Housewives' to facilitate slave life.
Without the machismo, sexism, objectification of women, misogyny, no one would say 'housewife'.
Without the machismo, sexism, objectification of women, misogyny were so many women journalists as female students in the schools of communication (where do they go?).
Without the machismo, sexism, objectification of women, misogyny would be many more professional women in all areas without mean a recognition of gender equality, it would simply be.
Without the machismo, sexism, objectification of women, misogyny, women would not come as ornaments in all kinds of television programs or sporting events, with the boobs and butt out.
Without the machismo, sexism, objectification of women, misogyny may have conductive brains television, including sports themes.
Without the machismo, sexism, objectification of women, misogyny not harass me on the street (years YEARS! Supporting idiots who whisper 'mija' when I walk beside him on the bench, supporting them to tell me Sh sh walking next to any lazy, supporting a great impotence groping fondling or attempted street ... And to me, clear-million women every minute of every day).
Without the machismo, sexism, objectification of women, misogyny, pornography would be less violent (and show the same, nor is it to be polled).
Without the machismo, sexism, objectification of women-lesbian misogyny would not be seen as a fetish.
Without the machismo, sexism, objectification of women, misogyny chingarse insults will not include the mother, or sister fuck, or call Nenita brutes who considered weak.
Without the machismo, sexism, objectification of women, misogyny would be removed from the Mexican soap operas and possibly Televisa and TV Azteca.
Without the machismo, sexism, objectification of women, misogyny, certainly in the churches speak of brotherhood and love for others regardless of sex, it would indeed spiritual messages.
Without the machismo, sexism, objectification of women, misogyny would be extinct white weddings.
Without the machismo, sexism, objectification of women, misogyny should not be feminist or activist in defense of equality, or femicide occur unpunished or trafficking for sexual exploitation.
Without the machismo, sexism, objectification of women, misogyny held when there is no intention to legislate on labor rights of women, or to decriminalize abortion.
Without the machismo, sexism, objectification of women, misogyny never be justification for a sexual assault that "she" was asking to go sexy.
Without the machismo, sexism, objectification of women, misogyny, no one would believe that the 'social breakdown is due to dysfunctional families where the single mother had to leave to work and thus failed to educate their children at home and give them values. "
Without the machismo, sexism, objectification of women, misogyny, the marriage would not become the property of their partners to add their name De Fulatino .
Without the machismo, sexism, objectification of women, misogyny, there would be a shitload of assholes baths with an air of superiority over women around him.
Without the machismo, sexism, objectification of women, misogyny submissive women would not support those assholes baths.
Friday, April 15, 2011
Spotting Short Heavy Period
do not want to freak
Before Cerati's room I stopped to look at the beach. I spent a couple of minutes standing in front of this gray landscape, without distinguishing the line between sky and sea. I watched the full outside the hotel, which under the cloudy white flashing brighter. The festival passed. Cerati was later added to the lineup, it would be surprising (as when Manu Chao unexpectedly invited to sing with him). Come in. Looked anxious. Starved and makeup. Questioned about his participation in a young woman, with long hair and tan rowdy. The atmosphere was strange. She never saw his face. Nobody gave him answers and like a true rockstar-made gestures in the air. He demanded an explanation. why I have announced? asked repeatedly. I saw a soup Maruchan and I understood everything. I spoke: I know why you have not been announced, but do not want to say because you're going to freak . Asked the woman to go by the producer. Advanced distressed. Left alone. Sat. I spoke again: what happens is you're still ... hesitated. I took courage and reframed: what happens is not yet awake . I looked. He changed his clothes for a suit. And I woke up.
Wednesday, April 13, 2011
Sales Thank You Email -job Interview
Hello,
not mean to offend, I call that bitch a babe in total control of herself. If it sounds student is because I learned this frasesilla sangrona in adolescence and still amazed (many did not know, I've noticed). Like greeting without distinction to men than women. Let's All Be bitches. Nothing, I entered into the world of ideas, read interesting texts, cultivate and worship my sacred temple, my body. Just decided to go into a process of d-tox when I Cheve rained everywhere. There are dozens of beers in my fridge, TENS, covering almost every corner, prompting the service (which I have given so deliciously for years). But Cheves remain closed because I have something many other vicious no: will. So from here freed the Tijuana bars My presence indefinitely (I did my own intervention to get me the devil and leave the light brew, exorcism). This d-tox includes human relations which also want to break free, which occurs almost in addition, because many toxic and poisoned race sought only in the clubs. And as a matter of the light that let you in, interesting proposals have come (alone or do it myself?). I will expand my voice. I went to a conference simile a student of communication where the audience talked about the deficit in writing that loads Mexico, which seemed entirely appropriate. Many promote (something commendable) reading, good reading (a pulled away the success of such personal or business), but few promote writing, good writing (yes millet that where you analyze, propose, argue ... because the bowels post any). So when I talk about my voice is actually expanding my writing, my voice made letters. On second thought also expand my voice singing. And not only that: I play the keyboard (two rolitos but it's something). Really kick the habit that has made me bring out other favors. I decided that my time (my me and nobody else, will not entertain anyone on holiday) so encausaré to creativity just because I can, in addition to my journalistic intentions, clear, which also involve imagination. And my contract with me has many provisions that I will not discuss here because already I'm exposed enough. Each one right? I've always said that every who his tail. Mine walk in the opposite direction to many, but it's not for now, this has always happened (which is natural, I suppose and I guess we all are just as special, but each plane is deceiving, the net) . My friend asked me out and replied "I do not want to leave because now I can not stand the stupid, it pisses me off." I can not be indifferent (my illness) but I go not angry, so you better build in another direction. Y I will be waiting for my Cheves (after Guadalupe is not a demand nor a double-A program), that no one believes that services are available to others.
Wednesday, April 6, 2011
Caning Slipper At Schools
bitches Peace March in Tijuana
I saw the list of cities that would join the march for peace increased with places inside and outside the country, without being listed Tijuana. Vi-one days before the date agreed upon from the center of Mexico-Baja California was the only municipality targeted Ensenada. And I thought it would be outside Tijuana, as often happens. Then I thought who can organize? Who will disperse them that pull? I imagined that the Defense of Central Park, or the Casa de Cultura Obrera, or even the Revolutionary People's Front. But I was wrong. The day of national progress (driven by the poet Javier Sicilia after the kidnapping, torture and murder of his son, and friends thereof) followed by the minute reports that citizens were aware of the development of different gears and find pleasure in my mail the hopes: peace march would also in Tijuana, we turn, we support, he claims. Many race demerits
marches (including me, but only when the petty summoned to walk praying and carrying candles) because they say they are useless. I say that least serves to sit criticizing those who speak, and also say the gears actually work: they are symbols, it is true, nothing concrete will come out of them, but leave a precedent, announce (a few are marching because we obviously means silence) that we are not at all indifferent, we are also supportive, also demand peace / justice / truth, we urge that changes, that we are to stem and we will not expect others to reclaim what we claim for ourselves. They serve to tell the apathetic awake! and we met used to create community, social cohesion, organization and possibly a transformation. They serve to embarrass and to talk about them, good or bad. They are the romantic marches, to the kitschy, but it does serve. As for myself
tune with the march drew several motion logos + No Blood, red and black markers in letter size paper. Did for me, my dude and those who wanted. I took apart sheets of paper and markers in the bag if touched. We left. Upon arrival at the venue finally found out who had thrown the pull of inviting: a poet and the Association of Citizens Against Impunity, which consists of parents whose sons and daughters have disappeared (people who carry a lot of pain and even and hope, even years, decades which have been looking for their missing).
At first there were many reporters and photographers / cameramen who went only to gossip because not to march or to publish the note, just to see if it was worth. Jerks (except for those who insult tomorrow publish something, we'll see). I pulled out my sheet, handed out a college teacher who now is a documentary in Los Angeles and Tijuana, friends, and a pair of ladies. One dude even told me "is that if we march with nothing one feels half loser."
As the call was made later the same day as the workers were few, perhaps 60 people. But we were. Left. In the dark. Long blocks. And I booted whose socks would be the eating. Upon arrival at the monument to Lazaro Cardenas we stopped to document the event with cameras dealers. That took the opportunity to jump into the grass, get me a boot, recover my stocking (which was already cast ball in the big toe), rearranged and keep going, now back.
not yell slogans (although I had a very good case is encouraged). We do not alter the order. Nor cease. The poet (rebellious) told us two protesters as infiltrators, spies, sent to Interior. I do not know, but the posters were the only ones who broke a little tranquility of the march, said: Out Calderón Murderer! and the Drug Legalization Now! . Strange. At 9 pm we conclude. We greeted each other, exchange data, is to be in contact to support the next call.
None of the people to whom you forwarded the invitation came, neither artists nor activists, nor poets, nor journalists, nor argüenderos. We do. Also 60 others. Maybe 70. Men, women and children. Children who carried the canvas with the faces of their brothers, their uncles, their parents missing. Children who have explained their families "when you grow up you will be smarter because they'll know what are injustices, and you know what to do. " Although a woman, mother of missing child, told a reporter "not know whether what we do is right, we do not know if we will give results, but we tried." And there is no choice, I say there is no choice. Try.
I saw the list of cities that would join the march for peace increased with places inside and outside the country, without being listed Tijuana. Vi-one days before the date agreed upon from the center of Mexico-Baja California was the only municipality targeted Ensenada. And I thought it would be outside Tijuana, as often happens. Then I thought who can organize? Who will disperse them that pull? I imagined that the Defense of Central Park, or the Casa de Cultura Obrera, or even the Revolutionary People's Front. But I was wrong. The day of national progress (driven by the poet Javier Sicilia after the kidnapping, torture and murder of his son, and friends thereof) followed by the minute reports that citizens were aware of the development of different gears and find pleasure in my mail the hopes: peace march would also in Tijuana, we turn, we support, he claims. Many race demerits marches (including me, but only when the petty summoned to walk praying and carrying candles) because they say they are useless. I say that least serves to sit criticizing those who speak, and also say the gears actually work: they are symbols, it is true, nothing concrete will come out of them, but leave a precedent, announce (a few are marching because we obviously means silence) that we are not at all indifferent, we are also supportive, also demand peace / justice / truth, we urge that changes, that we are to stem and we will not expect others to reclaim what we claim for ourselves. They serve to tell the apathetic awake! and we met used to create community, social cohesion, organization and possibly a transformation. They serve to embarrass and to talk about them, good or bad. They are the romantic marches, to the kitschy, but it does serve. As for myself
tune with the march drew several motion logos + No Blood, red and black markers in letter size paper. Did for me, my dude and those who wanted. I took apart sheets of paper and markers in the bag if touched. We left. Upon arrival at the venue finally found out who had thrown the pull of inviting: a poet and the Association of Citizens Against Impunity, which consists of parents whose sons and daughters have disappeared (people who carry a lot of pain and even and hope, even years, decades which have been looking for their missing).
At first there were many reporters and photographers / cameramen who went only to gossip because not to march or to publish the note, just to see if it was worth. Jerks (except for those who insult tomorrow publish something, we'll see). I pulled out my sheet, handed out a college teacher who now is a documentary in Los Angeles and Tijuana, friends, and a pair of ladies. One dude even told me "is that if we march with nothing one feels half loser."
As the call was made later the same day as the workers were few, perhaps 60 people. But we were. Left. In the dark. Long blocks. And I booted whose socks would be the eating. Upon arrival at the monument to Lazaro Cardenas we stopped to document the event with cameras dealers. That took the opportunity to jump into the grass, get me a boot, recover my stocking (which was already cast ball in the big toe), rearranged and keep going, now back.
not yell slogans (although I had a very good case is encouraged). We do not alter the order. Nor cease. The poet (rebellious) told us two protesters as infiltrators, spies, sent to Interior. I do not know, but the posters were the only ones who broke a little tranquility of the march, said: Out Calderón Murderer! and the Drug Legalization Now! . Strange. At 9 pm we conclude. We greeted each other, exchange data, is to be in contact to support the next call.
None of the people to whom you forwarded the invitation came, neither artists nor activists, nor poets, nor journalists, nor argüenderos. We do. Also 60 others. Maybe 70. Men, women and children. Children who carried the canvas with the faces of their brothers, their uncles, their parents missing. Children who have explained their families "when you grow up you will be smarter because they'll know what are injustices, and you know what to do. " Although a woman, mother of missing child, told a reporter "not know whether what we do is right, we do not know if we will give results, but we tried." And there is no choice, I say there is no choice. Try.
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Today I left. Flourished. After days of confinement, left. And I went with my camera. Anthropologist visited a human rights defender and he lauded. I said "what did you do? You look well, your skin looks better, your hair ... "comments one hand made me feel beautiful and other concerned, as bad as I did before or what? No, I have not done anything ... on the outside, inside the metamorphosis has begun. That must be it. And walked. And took pictures. Arriving home I found out that there is always another peace march in Tijuana, so I resolved to forward the invitation to join this need for peace, justice and truth. I do not know how protesters are those who go, but just do not know what happened here I cry some tips:
The quiet village will also be shot!
Side by Sicilian side we all!
We do not want military hospitals want! Lady
Hinojosa: why bore that thing!
Side by Sicilian side we all!
We do not want military hospitals want! Lady
Hinojosa: why bore that thing!
(whichever country holds the presidency of Calderón's last name, if they did not know)
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