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Cibo Matto @ El Rey Theater in LA TOMORROW NIGHT

I have a lot of work to do and won’t have time to go see Cibo Matto tomorrow. Anybody want to buy my ticket? I got it for $34. I can send it tomorrow morning. 

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Tina Belcher & Jimmy Jr. Magic Trick 8 Inch Hoop Art by bertaMOMO on Etsy
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Tina Belcher & Jimmy Jr. Magic Trick 8 Inch Hoop Art by bertaMOMO on Etsy

Sadly, this has already sold.

Figs and lumpy space lemons making a comeback!

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Cibo Matto | 10th Floor Ghost Girl

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The term Hispanic, coined by technomarketing experts and by the designers of political campaigns, homogenizes our cultural diversity (Chicanos, Cubans, and Puerto Ricans become indistinguishable), avoids our indigenous cultural heritage, and links us directly with Spain. Worse yet, it possesses connotations of upward mobility and political obedience.

—Guillermo Gómez-Peña (via aypaulito)

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No Data Issue #2?

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So a while back (some of you probably remember) I started a Radiohead zine, the first issue of which was released back in the fall of 2012. I started work on a second issue but as I got busy with school and some time passed, I guess I assumed people had probably lost interest so I stopped working on it. I just got a message inquiring about issue #2 though so I thought I’d make a post and see how much interest there would be in the release of a second issue ?

If you are interested, please spread the word! Likes, reblogs, etc are all appreciated!

P.S. I’ve still got some copies of the first issue for sale… message me if you might want one!

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[…] Early in my freshman year, my dad asked me if there were lots of Latinos at school. I wanted to say, “Pa, I’m one of the only Latinos in most of my classes. The other brown faces I see mostly are the landscapers’. I think of you when I see them sweating in the morning sun. I remember you were a landscaper when you first came to Illinois in the 1950s. And look, Pa! Now I’m in college!”

But I didn’t.

I just said, “No, Pa. There’s a few Latinos, mostly Puerto Rican, few Mexicans. But all the landscapers are Mexican.”

My dad responded, “¡Salúdelos, m’ijo!”

So when I walked by the Mexican men landscaping each morning, I said, “Buenos días.”

Recently, I realized what my dad really meant. I remembered learning the Mexican, or Latin American, tradition of greeting people when one enters a room. In my Mexican family, my parents taught me to be “bien educado” by greeting people who were in a room already when I entered. The tradition puts the responsibility of the person who arrives to greet those already there. If I didn’t follow the rule as a kid, my parents admonished me with a back handed slap on my back and the not-so-subtle hint: “¡Saluda!”

I caught myself tapping my 8-year-old son’s back the other day when he didn’t greet one of our friends: “Adrian! ¡Saluda!”

However, many of my white colleagues over the years followed a different tradition of ignorance. “Maleducados,” ol’ school Mexican grandmothers would call them.

But this Mexican tradition is not about the greeting—it’s about the acknowledgment. Greeting people when you enter a room is about acknowledging other people’s presence and showing them that you don’t consider yourself superior to them.

When I thought back to the conversation between my dad and me in 1990, I realized that my dad was not ordering me to greet the Mexican landscapers with a “Good morning.”

Instead, my father wanted me to acknowledge them, to always acknowledge people who work with their hands like he had done as a farm worker, a landscaper, a mechanic. My father with a 3rd grade education wanted me to work with my mind but never wanted me to think myself superior because I earned a college degree and others didn’t.

Ray Salazar, Mexican etiquette some white people need to learn on dad’s 77th birthday.

Saluden Muchachxs, saluden.

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