Time + Distance = obnoxious math word problems and no mucho mas. Leaving, moving, mas o menos, on Aprtil foo’s day yo habloed hasta yo y tu comiendo tambien. La familia loaded up the covered wagon (Honda Pilot) and began our great march South to the casa Nuevo en Florida. The psychological underpinnings of this […]Read More Adios Chicago y IFLAG y Mi Sendero del Triste Corazons
At the current rate of Final Cut Pro post-production, by Christmas 2020, the globe shall be subjected to more Steve Jobs cinematic biopics than those of Jesus Christ, The Beatles and Luke Skywalker en todo. This epidemic outbreak of epic celluloid certainly gives this one pause to ponder some deeply mundane ponderables: Is the […]Read More Bigger than Jesus the Beatles, and yoga pants: Esteban Trabajars
So these three youthful Midwesterners are at NYC’s La Guardia airport baggage claim abuzz with anticipatory crackish then/Red Bullish ahora pre-embarking adrenaline rush exclusive to both visitors and residents of Gotham and maximum security prisons. What today would have been a text and/or tweet shared among friends we the public actually participated – okay eavesdropped […]Read More The Verdad La Mexicana Comida Esta Out There….
Chef Dinty Moore Chef Boy-ar-dee Chef Franco American Chef Campbells If this roll call of classic American seventies canned cooking kings jars loose more than one memory of the dozens wherein mom and dad, mom and mom, dad and dad, mom, dad, mom and the milkman, or dad and the piano teacher closed down the […]Read More La Babysitter Chow: New Flavor!
Dear Internet, You’re probably too young to remember life during cold war time. The grade school “fire” drills, the monthly air-raid siren testing, Spies Like Us. Y so you’ll probably never have to fear total destruction courtesy of the USSR and/or John Lydon and Afrika Bambaata. Mira or escuche or whatever, all that red threatening military might, muscle, […]Read More I Hope The Russians Love Their Tamales Too
Taylor Swift, for a moment there, seemed headed toward replacing carbon on the table of elements; as universal and seemingly necessary as air twas she. Had I held my breath another five or ten seconds for this media tsunami to pass. Had I not come up for air, me, Spotified, I might have stopped myself […]Read More Of Mash-ups, Morita peppers y making out with El Marlboro Madonna Man.
Lovely, iddint it…and yet here we estamos otra tiempo on the Internet making crap up the Internet that will turn miraculously turn into the indisputable truth upon the clicking of ‘post’. As we know, computers don’t lie. Don’t believe me? Google it. Google computers lie too. Computers lie. Mira what I’m getting at. aqui. Powerful […]Read More Get Rico Quick Con El As Nasty As It Wants To Be Salsa Picante (Hunter var.) recipe
What makes Mexican food Mexican? Mexicans? Kojak? Where that that it estar, cuz Mexican food is all we eat when we eat out. From Mickey D’s on up the foodie chain. As much as The Food Networks try and present otherwise (oh do I so pray for the premiere of Meso-America’s top chef: ‘Tonight’s ingredient: […]Read More Not Totally Orignial* El Sangre de Vida Picante Sauce (Kojack var.**)
Only caught a sense a local radio programme planned to run a piece about some gringo in NM who sent a batch of green chile seeds through the way back machine. His promise: a pre-genetically engineered chile verde = pure, unadulterated, virginal. By some reports our contemporary chile verde esta veritable genetic Frankenstein. Y what’s […]Read More Leftover T-Bird Green Chilenstein Enchiladasserole
Outsourcing outcries were once all the rage. Then insourcing (aka immigration) became the new black. In both instances, seems to me Los Indios were again and again and again to take it on the chin, blamed and lambasted for the colonization, enslavement and/or hiring practices of most likely my proud peeps, The Anglo Saxons. Where do […]Read More Outsourcing, Insourcing & Immigration’s Last Hurrah(che)