Too much work…

I have tons more pictures of mexico. But, instead of coming back to an easy time at work before new years, im fucking slammed.

Anyway, just to keep you looking, my sister and I ddid a bunch of directed photos. Stuff like, happy, sad, angry. Then we got crazy, the girl your chatting up is now leaving with some other shmuck, you fart, but aren’t sure if you might have sneared a bit, stoned, shitting, some girl shows you her boobs…

I will catalog all of them correctly, but for now, can you guess which one is which, or invent some good ones?

I dont know which is better, small but good resolution, or big and pixelated, so here they both are.

From the “oh my god files”…

Dude, i just found this guy webfragment randomly. It’s a blog about this guy who is cheating on his wife. How do people do this shit. Sure, go ahead, fuck around on the mother of your children, but do you really have to blog about it? I guess so.

Oh, interweb, you made reality tv shows of all us.

You americanos…

How well do you know Mexican cuisine? Can you name this?

It’s a concha. Sweet bread, dessert material. You see, Mexico was once under the thumb of dear old Napoleon and the Frogs, and they left a culinary legacy of good tasty bread. Try it.

But that’s an after eating delicacy. This

Is a bolillo. You make tortas with it, basically just sandwiches. But with a really good bolillo, it’s a heavenly dish. Yes, I know, you might call it portugese bread, but fuck that. To me, it’s Mexican all the way.

You see, you all might think you know a bit about Mexican food. Tacos, burritos, fajitas. These are now American classics. But they were modified from their original roots to suit the northern taste, because all cultures appropriate culinary dishes in their own image. What about molletes, or tostadas, or chilaquiles, chiles toreados, flautas? Or even real tacos, burritos, fajitas? Do you know that shit? No. you only know the tex-mex whorified versions.

But back to this idea of epicurean reappropriation. American’s with their thick saucy pizza, the now American-as-apple-pie hamburger, the aforementioned Mexican dishes, and the californa roll, to name a few, have made some milestones. But, I do believe that the fatty reinvention in American hands doesn’t have the creativity that, say, the Mexican culture has.

Example: Mexican sushi. No, its not pure Japanese. It has been remade with Mexican style, but far from being cheap and mongrelized replicas, I belive it has elevated the dishes to a new (or maybe just different) plateau. Look

This is a Sur Itto. Avocado on the outside. Cool right. Sweet sweet eel inside, with a bit of cream cheese. Delicious. What about the Pinta Empanizada.

Breaded and fried ouside, with a dollop of Tampico sauce (mayonnaise with a bit of chilli spice for a kick). You don’t see that shit in America. You might see

The Philadelphia roll. But not

Maki Especial. Salmon wrapped, with scallops and chillis on top. Even the regular old

California Roll just looks more elgant and tastes better down here.

So there. I believe that Mexican cuisine morphs foods from other cultures in a better way. I’m just saying.

Pet me…

I love critters. I do. I won’t deny it. I love them animals. Unfortunately, my urban existence keeps me from having the correct nest for pet keeping. But down in Mexico, with yards and yards of yard, we keep everything.

Here’s our first dog, Ebie (Ebony and Ivory).

She’s one fucking cutie, but rather old. This might be one of the last times I see her. Sad. But she has lived a full and love filled life, so I feel… okay.

Now here’s her daughter, Sugar.

Beautiful as well. Nothing but love in her heart.

So we move on to the cats. I love cats, always did. Then one day, poof, I’m suddenly allergic. But I still respect them. Look, its Hippie.

And Puma.

He’s the wild one. Hard to catch.

And then there’s my favorite, our rabbit, Velvetina.

She used to be in a large cage, then escaped, and now she’s free range. You might be thinking, that’s not really his rabbit, he just got those off the internet. Well…

She loves getting some lovin’.

There. My loving pets.

The house that Parra built…

I have been living a long way from home for about ten years. In that time, only three of my friends have seen my house. One TJ Fudge, my high school frosh roommate, Daniel Baum, my accomplice through prep and college, and Kerry, the dear ex girlfriend of college and post.

So I decided to let all you on the little secret. So come in come in. The patio is a bit drab, but good for games.

But can’t you feel the warmth as soon as you step in? The dinning room and TV room combo look inviting.

And that mural in the back, do you like it? My bohemian grandmother, artist till the end, painted that, it’s called “Dream of the young man to become a Bullfighter.” But don’t stop there, keep going, the ‘good’ living room feels like a cozy museum.

That’s my Grandpappy in the blue painting by Diego Rivera.

Cool, right? But that’s not the best part. Step out into the garden, peeps, go on.

Yes. Many an epic soccer game has gone down here. Many a piñata broken, many a tree climbed (or maybe just the fig). Truly, an idyllic locale.

And I didn’t want to go here, because we barely use it, but we also have a pool.

So, you’re now just missing the rooms and the kitchen, and you would have seen it all. Come back soon, y’hear.

Games and Trees…

First day was Chinese checkers time.

Have YOU ever played with all six triangles filled.

Didn’t think so. And I still won.

Now, its time to decorate. Don’t rush, kids, every one gets a turn. Dad.

Karen

Caitlin

Thomas

An Angry Luis Jose

Me

Happy holidays, and Yaweh bless us, everyone.

The trip down…

Hellish trip, really. My coxis has been rather sore, lately. My poor little tail bone gets sat on all day at work, and then I get home and sit on it some more, so the 8 hour sit for the trip did me no good.

Started in the morning, getting a shitty in-front-of-the-wall-with-less-leg-space seat

Then sat it at the Orlando international, which has a cool lobby in the delta terminal

Then cruised into mexico city. If you have never flown into La Capital then you don’t know about the sea of lights, going off infinitely towards the horizon, and how beautiful it can be. These picts can’t match it, but I tried.

Boy, was I glad the fucking trip was over.

Mexico lindo I querido, si muero lejos de ti…

life south of the border…

my dog is dying. i am good at chinese checkers. don’t see dangerous life of altar boys.

never mess with superman’s cape, texas, or another man’s automobile.

The motherland…

So i have arrived in mexico. it looks much as i left it. there might be a new freeway here and there, but home is home.

i can already feel the familial tension rising. hopefully i will have some good juicy drama to report soon.

vacation. all i ever wanted. vacation. have to get away.

saturday night live has really gone down the drain. but rachel dratch is a genius.

can i even post pictures from this old computer?

hopefully. we will find out tomorrow.

much too much…

there’s too much shit going on. gotta tie up all the loose ends at work before vacation, have to chill with different peeps. have to pack. have to go buy presents. jesus! i need a fucking vacation.

so you’ll just have to wait for a better posting once i am in mexico and bored.

if you can’t handle the truth. get out of the kitchen.