Showing posts with label Mexico. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Mexico. Show all posts

Monday, January 11, 2010

My Grandpa


My Grandpa is 92 and still writes a daily trivia and advice column for the biggest Newspaper in Mexico.

He does this every day by hand and gives it to my grandma, who then types it up and E-mails it. Then, Grandpa gets fussy about e-mail until we receive the confirmation, at which time Grandpa starts research for the next day's column.

Wednesday, September 16, 2009

Feliz Dia De la Independencia!


On this day in 1808, sick of the opression of white Europeans, white Mexican-born Spaniards threw off the yoke of Imperialism and placed it promptly on the indigenous peoples of Mexico. A practice that continues to this very day, and is celebrated with "El Grito!" or "the squeal!", where the President of the republic dons his sash and rings a bell in honor of his American and Narco Overlords.



And an old timey movie that explains the Mexican national anthem and pokes fun at Napoleon III.

MEXICANOS AL GRITO DE GUERRA

Wednesday, March 12, 2008

A Menudo

I consider myself a bit of a culinary dandy. An epicurean fop if you will, but certainly not a food snob. I was brought up in a house with too many Brussels Sprouts and Cauliflower, and simply no Velveeta. My youth was spent in a losing battle against liver and beets, and with the fascist motto "Fragen Sie, was es ist, nachdem Sie es essen" which loosely translates to "You may ask what it is, only after you ingest it." With this motto, my parents forged the complex palate that i possess today. Able to consume Oaxacan crickets, Stinky Cheeses, and Super Sized meals and enjoy them deeply. It was during a session of similar foodie bragging that I found myself confronted with the question "What don't you eat?". I thought at length. My immediate reaction is to proclaim my hatred for black licorice. Anis, Anisette, whatever the hell you want to call it, I hate it. I'll drink it, or ingest it, but with hate in my heart for the flavor starved medieval bumpkins who decided to gag down this garbage in the first place. A shame really, that Absinthe insists on using said flavor. But surely that is not it. I'm sure there's something else i can't stomach. Truth be told, I take great pride in forcing myself to enjoy certain foods i have previously found distasteful. I see a dislike of a food as a shortcoming of my own and not a fault of the comestible in question. I have as of recent conquered my former nemesis Cole Slaw, and Root Beer also fell to the more forgiving palate of my third decade. Yes, I am a man content to shove any old thing down his gullet.

I do however, have a gripe- with tripe. tuwalya

Its not that the flavor offends. Its not even the appalling honeycomb texture and the bristles. God knows if texture and appearance were the defining vote of consumption, then oysters and hot dogs would be exempt my gorging, and they most certainly are not. So if not the flavor or the appearance and texture, then what is it? Why Alf? Why won't you eat tripe? The world wants to know!!

Well, I don't like fighting with my food. Chewing through tripe is one the most awful, time-consuming acts of flavorless banality you could sit down and inflict on yourself.

Take Menudo:

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The famed Mexican dish was made popular as a hangover cure in rural Mexico. My guess is that the undigestible bits of rubbery gut served as some sort of sponge for much of the leftover pulque from the previous night's fiesta. Regardless, I am convinced that the ingestion of this strange dish was more out of necessity than an actual taste for chunks of tripe. I feel perfectly comfortable in lumping all tripe dishes, worldwide into the category of inedible nonsense. I do offer one caveat. Andouille, Andouillette and Butifarra are sausages that contain tripe, and as we all know as long as its in an edible animal casing ALL food is game.

There are a few other foods I consider fighters that I am sometimes wary of eating. Razzberries, Blackberries, and certain nuts are such a hassle to eat because of their seeds or casing, that i sometimes think twice beofre noshing on them. Tripe however, I downright avoid. The day tripe is tasty, I'll chew it down like a meaty gummy worm, but no amount of lime juice and cilantro will ever be enough for me to sit at a bowl of Menudo for hours trying to hock back that rubbery mess.

Thursday, February 21, 2008

Teodoro Kennedy: Mistico Cantante del Norte

Know the songs, know the people.

I recall a few years back when my friend Jimu and I were at Oktoberfest. We had a hell of a time, and with my sparse German I was able to pick up on a few of the songs. Knowing full well that "Rosamunde" is also "Roll out the Barrell" and drinking a hell of a lot of beer, I was asked several times if I was German. To look at me, is to know damn well that the answer is "Not even remotely", though my Grandmother claims certain Austro Hungarian ancestry which has not been verified.

No, I am as Mexican as "Cielito Lindo". Nonetheless the elderly Germans around me decided that i MUST be German, how else would I know the songs?

Well, I make a point of learning THE song of THE country I'll be visiting. "Tulips in Amsterdam" , "Granada", "Kalinka", " La Vie en Rose", "Jambo Bwana", "Tie me Kangaroo Down Sport", "Oh Canada!", "God Save Ireland", and dozens more that I have stashed away in the recesses of my noodle, and most if not all I can sing in their native tongue.

I've found that nothing forms a more solid bond across nations than being able to join in a rowdy drunken song. It immediately changes you from "Foreigner" to "Friend", and the proof is in the pudding. As soon as I sent this to my parents they were not only hilariously thrilled, but they forwarded it to their spanish-speaking friends. Ted Kennedy knows the importance of a good rowdy song when you are trying to be inclusive and in his own silly way, ted Kennedy was as Mexican as "Jalisco no te Rajes".



If you want to try and decipher Senator Kennedy's Spanish you can find the Lyrics to "Jalisco No te Rajes" HERE

Friday, December 28, 2007

Blogging in Mexico Day 7

We left for the Zocalo on a beautiful day
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On our way to the Zocalo we stopped at the oldest department store in Mexico, where we caught this cop goofing off
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The restaurant inside was Pancho Villa's favorite
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The nuns on the street were a good indication that we were going the right way
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Though Shrek and Fiona were a bit disconcerting
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Finally, we arrived
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The cathedral of Mexico City served a dual purpose. Not only as a place of worship, but as a model to the native peoples of the glory that is Christianity, and the Spanish did not disappoint.

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And like all good creepy vestiges of medieval Catholicism, they even had relics. Hands, skin and bones of various saints.
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As always, a reminder of the dual nature of Mexico's culture is never too far off. These indigenous dancers were outside of the cathedral.
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We then hoofed it back to the palace of fine arts (Bellas Artes), where we saw a few paintings by Diego Rivera
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However, too much culture can be rough on people from L.A, so we ended our day with Anti-Culture
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That's it for Mexico! Tomorrow I'll be back in LA, readying for the primaries, bitching about the strike, finding bizarre stuff on the web, and being my annoying old self... Thank god.

Blogging in Mexico Day 5 & 6

So day 5 was a horrible oopsie. I forgot my camera/phone. So all the pictures from the incredible and beautiful museum of Anthropology will have to wait. However, day 6 provided a ton of fun pictures from Chapultepec castle. The seat of government for Colonial viceroys from Spain, Mexican emperors, A military academy, Dictators, and now, a museum to be defiled by yours truly, and his three favorite cousins/rugrats.

Mario, Fernando, and Paula (My Cousins) climbing over the symbol of the grasshopper on a mountian, or in the Aztec language "Chapultepec"

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Chapultepec Castle

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A beautiful ceiling mural of a "Kid Hero" from the military academy who according to tradition, wrapped himself in the flag, and threw himself off the ramparts to avoid the flag's capture by encroaching American forces during the war with the U.S. (Note the American flag on the bottom right hand)

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An incredible Mural Depicting the Spanish conquest where an eagle warrior is pierced by a spanish blade as he plunges his spear into the spaniards throat. In other words, the vile merciless Aztecs were conquered by the Vile merciless Spanish.

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Some of the spanish Viceroys that ruled over "Nueva Espana" . Yeah, the first guys is an inbred cross-eyed goon.
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Santa Ana's (Of Alamo Fame) Wooden Leg

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After the castle , we went to a Oaxan Restaurant where my mom fed us all sweetbreads.
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Then it was off once more to the plaza of the three cultures where you can see a colonial church that overlooks aztec ruins. under the shadow of Apartment buildings.

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It was here that Fernando made a gruesome discovery
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By this time, the kids (and I) were getting slap happy, so we headed home as the sun set behind the Angel of Independence.
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Tuesday, December 25, 2007

Blogging Xmas in Mexico Day 4 (Christmas Day)

25 Relatives
12 Hours
18 lbs of Turkey
10 lbs of stuffing

Oh, Holy Smokes!

Grandma is rather pleased with the spread
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Cousin Enrique Noshing on a Turkey Leg
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Cousin Peter Rockin' his new sweatbands
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My Loot From left to right:
BARACK OBAMA'S BOOK, PJs, Wireless mouse, Pjs, Bartending Guide, PC bag, Cologne, Hippie Candles, Tweed Jacket (With Patches)
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Merry Christmas to all!
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Blogging Xmas in Mexico Day 3 (Christmas Eve)

Some midday fish Snacks (Charales)
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A brief stop at the Camino Real
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Loaded with presents and goodies
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Relatives gone mad with glee
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Grandma: "We are not amused"
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Do we eat dessert, Or does dessert eat us?
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Monday, December 24, 2007

Health care for all ... (Mexicans)

So I got a spider bite (Yes, again)

As some of you may or may not know, I'm allergic to spider bites, so my tuesday bump had turned into a nasty ampoule with liquid and stuff.

So, we casually ambled over to the Hospital to get treatment.

The room where the doctor saw me was full of interesting and colorful vials
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The nurse gave me two shots in the butt, and then escorted me to the operating room which was full of draconian looking equipment.
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The Doctor drained the nastiness, cleaned me up, and bandaged the wound. Then he prescribed some anti-inflammatory, antibiotic and fun painkillers.
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Afterward, my Grandpa took me to get some Ice cream so i would feel better.

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Total waiting time to see the doctor - 10 minutes
Total time spent in hospital - 45 minutes
Total cost of procedure and perscriptions - $58 (Including ice cream)

Don't let them tell you socialized medicine doesn't work!

Sunday, December 23, 2007

Blogging Xmas in Mexico Day 2

Teotihuacan

Pyramid of the Sun as seen from the parking lot
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Pyramid of the Sun as seen from the Avenue of the Dead
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Ornamental Jaguar head by the Pyramid of the Moon
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Eagle Hieroglyph By the Pyramid of the Moon
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Bizarre Family By The Pyramid of the Moon
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