Instructor, Writer and Media Artist
The past month has been incredibly busy for me. Changing some of my focus to other things. Mainly researching and reading several essays on race, whiteness and media. Hopefully I can mold the three into a solid essay on Caprica and Battlestar Galactica. I am hoping to tie it in with Latino images, so see how it goes.
Be back later.
Paz.
The most hated figure that epitomized the hatred for the Gringos on the pitch is now peddling for the haters themselves. ¡¡En la Madre!!
Landon Donovan’s image is now with a bigote, sarape y sombrero sneaking through the border and educating a– whoah!!– A sleeping Mexican guard. How interesting? Even though Donovan is an overrated player and there is rumors of him playing in Mexico with Club América, we see him here within the image of the Bandido. It appears in action: incognito and a trickster at heart, but this time it’s a Gabacho who is underneath the mustache. So everything is fine and dandy.
Let’s not forget that Landon took a tinkle in the heart of Chivas land in Guadalajara. But not in the locker room like any other player would but on the pitch itself. But all is forgiven and now he’s informing us of Gana Gol.
Here is the same image we see within media: the smarter white image, sneaking in because he knows he can exploit the other side, he encounters a brown image, who is lazy and also a goof that is employed by a third-world government. He knows he can educate the Mexican and leave unharmed, and could tell him he’s a culero at the end. They edit the ‘Cu‘ out so it could be a little more acceptable. The border location is broken and immediately one figures out (consciously or unconsciously) if its easy to go there, then its easy for them to come here.
Give your thanks to Televisa.
2009 was all right. The new year looks good… I hope. Cheers.
It’s been a little more than a few months since I was with a couple of old fraternity brothers; we gathered together after years of not seeing or contacting each other for breakfast. Through the popular networking website of Facebook, one brother all got in touch with all of us and invited everyone to meet at the Omelet House over on Rancho and Charleston, here in Las Vegas. While we were ordering, one brother pointed out to me, an item on the menu. It was an item that was called “The Rio Grande Surfer”. It’s number 21 down in the menu, check it out.
The Rio Grande Surfer has a big chorizo in between its huevos. The term ‘Chorizo’ explained to the Spanish impaired as a spicy Mexican sausage. Though you are relieved to find out the fine Latino employees at the Omelet House will be happy to scramble your huevos in a mainstream fashion: “the whole McGillicuddy”.
Being the image conscious guy I am I suddenly pictured a portly Mexican male in a sarape surfing the timid waters of the Rio Grande, since we all know the Rio Grande has some killer waves. The whole menu is filled with colorful names for the omelets: The Toadstool, The Guac, The Pollack and to add more color, “The Farmer Juan”. I didn’t think much about it then, I rolled my eyes and thought it was just another interpretation of the Latino image from a Caucasian perspective. Or I might be wrong; it might just be a thoroughly assimilated tenth-generation Mexican who has the skin color of Cameron Diaz that actually came up with these tacky-humorless titles.
For the past week and a half, I have been actively working on this promotional video for the kids. Fine tuning it and fixing it so I can put it away and move to the next item. It’s not finished yet; have a few tweaks, color correct it and let the kids and boss take a gander at it before I can say “finished”. But it’s almost there.
Not much.
Busy trying to make a buck.
Learning the CS4 programs. It’s a lot of fun plus the discovery of After Effects– awesome.
Planning to buy a camera and lenses.
Diving into web design. That’s also starting to be a lot of fun especially with the discovery of everything. I mean, how everything works.
Working on a longer blog entry.
The company is starting to gain ground. Need to work on it during the holidays.
Doing research on my essay today and later in the week.
And working with the kids yesterday and later in the week.
Pretty much it. Para hoy.
Here’s one from Jaguares.
Best quote I’ve come across in a while:
“Chicano communities are connected to the national histories of the United States, Mexico, and Spain, to indigenous nations and tribal groups, to cultures that include diverse languages, religions and social practices.” George Lipsitz, The Possessive investment in Whiteness
A couple of pics from Thanksgiving over at my sister’s pad yesterday. Nice gathering, great grub, vino and familia.
My Old Man and I
Sisters Raquel and Rebecca
Mama y Rebecca
And of course my sister’s dogs starting with Rocko, Sammy and Coco Puff at the end.
Woke up today, feeling a little cold. Got some coffee and sat down, flipped a few channels trying to wake up; usually I land on ESPN Deportes or ESPN. This time I pressed a wrong button and up on the screen was Jon and Kate with what I at that moment I just discovered had eight kids. I laughed at the notion of having eight kids.
I watched a little, sipped my coffee. The people on the show were doing some type of activity, but with the natural chaos of having eight kids, you know there has to be some type of conflict.
I shook my head, laughed and changed the channel. I remembered all the news the show generated and was sad I knew a little of what happened to that show post-wise. But I am glad I don’t watch that shit.
I know there are people who follow it passion and a fervor… and that’s the scary part.