i got this image in an email. i thought it was really funny. one thing on jack-o-lanters: i think is really sad how millions of pumpkins are wasted every year just so that people can decorate their houses. I was walking home and every so often, i would find smashed pumpkins on the ground. i suggest buying a glass/plastic one that you can re-use year after year.
desmayo
11.06.02
i use this image to talk about something truly scary that happened this morning. alejandra fainted this morning around 4:30 am. it was ale's turn to feed the baby. i was about to fall back to sleep when i hear this big noise/bump. alejandra collapsed on the kitchen floor and quetzalli felled on the carpet side. the baby started crying right away. i got up and ran to the kitchen to see what had happened. i thought that ale had dropped the baby or something. i found ale still unconscious and quetzalli crying loud. i picked my daughter up right away. now that i think about it, maybe it wasn't such a good idea to pick her up, but i didn't think about it. i was scared.
i was trying to figure out what had happened. "maybe ale is just frustrated with stuff and is just laying down. the noise i heard happened in my dream." but as soon as i touched ale's leg, she "woke up," and said:hay, me desmayé/(i fainted). she got really scared and nervous. she went to the restroom right away cuz she was feeling like throwing up. i gave quetzalli her bottle, it seemed that ale had just prepared it.
at first, quetzalli didn't want to take her bottle, she just looked at me with "angry" eyes. like if she was mad we had dropped her. she didn't want to take her bottle, but then she did. she drank slowly. she finished most of it, but did not felled back to sleep. i was hesitant about letting her fall asleep. what if she had a concussion? what if she's seriously hurt? i felt her whole body, looking for signs of pain/discomfort. nothing. she kept looking at me with those squinting angry eyes. i tried to make her smile. she gave me a little smile, then went back to her reproaching look.
ale, unlike the pumpkin, did not throw up. maybe, i should have given her some chelas (beers). no. just a little white humor (white, i'm redefining white to mean odd).
i try to make ale feel better. i didn't know how.
the good thing, is that quetzalli started making noises, saying pa.pa.pa, you know, her dada language (i'll talk later about dadaismo, not now). we called an advise nurse who suggested to call 911. but we didn't. i feel paramedics siempre la hacen de pedo. so we went to the e.r. instead. quetzalli felled asleep before we left, and we let her.
to our suprise, they took ale and quetzalli right away. the doctor and the nurses were nice and friendly. we went to altabates. quetzalli was find, the docs liked her a lot. she was even smiling at one of the nurses.
the docs didn't tell us what exactly was up with ale, they said that it was probably a virus, and that her pressure just dropped really fast causing her to pass out. hmmmm. this doesn't mean much to me. but ale said she was feeling better. my stomach was hurting and i also had a headache, but didn't want to say anything (come on! we were in a hospital, it's best not to say anything to the matazanos. i prefer to endure pain then having people poke me around. anyway, de algo me tengo que morir. life is not forever.)
we went home. ale was feeling kind of bad because today is my birthday and we had to spend the morning all worry and at a hospital. i don't really care much. is just like any other day. todos los dias son para vivirlos y celebrar la vida. celebrate life, all life, everyday.
ale and quetzalli gave me a coat and a sweater. they are nice! (okay ale. nice.) i don't care much about clothes, but i do like to get it as a present. i hardly ever buy any clothes (por cierto, i need some chones, hint hint, buy me some boxer briefs. anyone? anyone?!) i'm glad my beba and my baby are both okay. i have to take good care of them.
on saturday i'm having a "big" party. my friend rudy is playing with his band. (they don't have an official name yet, but maybe, los macehuales: working class people in nahuatl.) two of my good friends won't be able to make it. por la pinche de shakira. vendida. chincha. well, i used to love her music, specially her lyrics. until she did the pinche "crossover" to english y se fue todo su estilo a la ch... but, it's not a big lost. pepsi can have her. los estefan can have her. su argentinian-president's son-boyfriend can have her. she can have herself.
some cool artist to check out are lila downs and ozomatli. beautiful oppositional cultural specific empowering lyrics. i'll talk about why i like them later. i want to start a music section in my site, pero haber cuando. so many ideas, so little time-o. by the way, you all should watch eminem's new music video for "white america" or something like that. tight. i really don't like that fool, but this song is powerful stuff. let's hope that he keeps it real from now on. maybe. sometimes it happens that artists become politicized during their career and focus their energy in exposing the faults of the capitalist system. maybe. let's see.
894 words so far 898 now 899 900 (i have spilled my seeds today! haven't i?) ya tenía ganas de escribir. Alfred Arteaga talked about the importance of keeping a diary. he never kept one, but he says that it sound like a good idea. bueno. why are you all intruding on my life. get out. get out! na. i want to share/connect/open up. as an artist/poeta (yes, xingón) i should not be afraid to speak about the personal, to create theory on the flesh as my prof. Xerí Moraga taught me, as well as my teacher June Jordan. make it real, go there, di la neta aunque nos duela! bueno, i leave you know.
los tres cochinitos ya están en la cama. muchos besitos les dio su mamá. uno soñaba que era rey, y de repente quizo un pastel. su gran ministro hizo traer, quinientos pasteles nomas para él. el otro soñaba que iba a la mar.....tara tara tara...el más pequeño de los tres, un cochinito lindo y cortes (no no el pinche invasor español) soñaba en poder trabajar para poder ayudar a su pobre mamá....tan tan!!!
peace. make love not war (literally. love. sexo. lots of sexo.)