Someone asked me if I joined in the Hispanic-American Immigration walk-outs/marches of the past few weeks, being that I'm Mexican and darkly so. Did I feel any obligation to attend? Nope, not at all, I'm no copper ingot. I was there at the very first rally downtown, not totally, I was merely there. I woke up that morning in a mood to go swimming, ( Read more... )

I can hardly keep still. I don't really sit down. I have this inconsiderate habit -- when signing on to AOL -- of immediately leaving the computer to go perform some other activity, like making a sandwhich, watering the lawn, ironing an outfit -- the one I'm going to wear -- or taking a particularly lengthy shit, so I can return at my leisure ( Read more... )

I've been writing like crazy lately. No useful surface is spared when I get that itch to write in spasms. I've been writing so much with pens and pencils & crayons & eyeliners & anything handy that, when I get on the keyboard, I notice that I've regressed into committing whole new patterns of typos. It used to be about errors of brevity, my battles ( Read more... )