Ramblings, signifying...nothing.
So yesterday for JP's birthday we traveled up to Texas State University in San Marcos, like the good little geeks that we are. He wanted to peruse the King of the Hill collection in the Archives and I was along for the ride because, let's face it, what's better than spending the day at the library? For reals.
The author of The Flowers, Dagoberto Gilb, was there, reading some of his stuff and entertaining questions while us moochers helped ourselves to the Mexican pastries that had been thoughtfully provided by the college. ¡Muy delicioso!
Anyhoo, his writing isn't really my style, but I loved that he was a former construction worker and self-described "pocho" (Americanized Chicano) who has finally found some success as an author. And I loved hearing him talk about the patronizing world of publishing, how the editors didn't know his voice and they thought he just had a weak grasp of English until he explained that, no, his characters were supposed to speak like that.
Just interesting and a little sad, but what he said resonated in a lot of ways. Of course, I can't give him too much credit as he is hardly breaking down new barriers; but he is definitely widening the road, so to speak. And the pan de huevo (egg bread, topped with SUGAR) and marranitos (gingerbread cookies shaped like piggies) were fantastic!
After that, JP and I went to eat at Salt Grass, which is right on the river and just beautiful. ^___________^
In other news, Gamestop gets all my love and a fig newton for having a "Buy 2, Get 4 Free" special on their DVDs. For $40, I picked up 3 Voltron boxsets, 2 seasons of South Park, and the first season of ER. wOOt!
The Voltron extras are pleasing me muchly. And that first season of ER will forever remind me of that Biochemistry lab I took on Thursday afternoons because it ALWAYS ran late into the night (FOR ONE MEASLY CREDIT) and we would all sit around moaning that we were missing Friends and ER. Stoopid Biochemistry.
The author of The Flowers, Dagoberto Gilb, was there, reading some of his stuff and entertaining questions while us moochers helped ourselves to the Mexican pastries that had been thoughtfully provided by the college. ¡Muy delicioso!
Anyhoo, his writing isn't really my style, but I loved that he was a former construction worker and self-described "pocho" (Americanized Chicano) who has finally found some success as an author. And I loved hearing him talk about the patronizing world of publishing, how the editors didn't know his voice and they thought he just had a weak grasp of English until he explained that, no, his characters were supposed to speak like that.
Just interesting and a little sad, but what he said resonated in a lot of ways. Of course, I can't give him too much credit as he is hardly breaking down new barriers; but he is definitely widening the road, so to speak. And the pan de huevo (egg bread, topped with SUGAR) and marranitos (gingerbread cookies shaped like piggies) were fantastic!
After that, JP and I went to eat at Salt Grass, which is right on the river and just beautiful. ^___________^
In other news, Gamestop gets all my love and a fig newton for having a "Buy 2, Get 4 Free" special on their DVDs. For $40, I picked up 3 Voltron boxsets, 2 seasons of South Park, and the first season of ER. wOOt!
The Voltron extras are pleasing me muchly. And that first season of ER will forever remind me of that Biochemistry lab I took on Thursday afternoons because it ALWAYS ran late into the night (FOR ONE MEASLY CREDIT) and we would all sit around moaning that we were missing Friends and ER. Stoopid Biochemistry.