Oso, the Flickrogate Uncle

Oso, the Flickrogate Uncle

In my three and a half years on Flickr I’ve had the opportunity to watch three different kids grow up. It’s crazy, looking back over the photographs their parents have put up over the past few years, I feel like I’ve been an actual part of their...
Decidedly American Humor

Decidedly American Humor

Today, sitting on a park bench, digging into my first bite of chicken gyro, half a tomato still hanging from my mouth, I began to grin. And then laugh, first on the inside, and then noticeably so. Very noticeable. The laugh turned into a guffaw, turned into hooting,...

[Work] An Update

More than a few of my friends have told me that they have no idea what I do for work anymore. “Wait, so you don’t translate things from Spanish to English anymore?” is how most of them put it. So, I think I need to be more clear and more repetitive....
Cheer Down

Cheer Down

Before meeting Mari – whose sister is a cheerleader for the Dallas Mavericks – I had never really considered cheerleading as a profession or industry. Truth be told, I never really thought about cheerleading at all. Today – after three internetless...
Even way down inside my toilet bowl They got away

Even way down inside my toilet bowl They got away

Thank you Eddie, EMC, Patti, Julissa, and Mariposatomica for commenting on yesterday’s post. If anyone else has anything else to say, I’d love to hear it. Today is my little sister’s sweet 16th birthday. I won’t bore you with wordy, exaggerated...
Contextually Searching the Global Blogosphere

Contextually Searching the Global Blogosphere

Honestly, I usually try to stay away from these things. Nothing seems more redundant to me than blogging about blogging – especially since 50% of the blogosphere has that covered anyway – but these are some thoughts that have been mulling around in my head...

If The Photo is Good

The following morning: “Man, you look skinny” “Well shit, I probably lost four pounds riding up here.” “Dude, you probably lost four pounds on the side of Cindylu‘s car.” (Laughter from the peanut gallery) Lesson learned: no...

Dear World,

… please stop asking me so many questions. Please stop asking me if I want the meal deal. Or a large drink to go along with that. Or a car wash with my gas fill up. Please stop asking me if I would like another transaction or my card back. Or a pastry to go...
C.R.E.A.M.

C.R.E.A.M.

I’ve been a bad blogger and badder blogger picker upper, but most my online time lately has been wrapped up in becoming the ultimate, baddest-assest, Latin American media eating machine. And my friends, I be gettin phat. My good man Hipocratico asked me last...