Mi Mes de las Mariposas
Years ago, three of them, I was in a small Mexican village by a lake and a dam where mustachioed fathers in sombreros park their trucks at the gate and silently follow their exhilarated children down the grassy path to the fishing hole. I was there for a month and a...Sparsh's Friday 10: There Is No Mission
Once we get our act together, this will hopefully be ready for download every Friday night. We’ll post the track list on Sunday night. For anyone who would like to comment on the fact that Sparsh and I giggle like 7-year-old school girls, please save your breath...I'm not in love with the modern world
funny how theres been a lot more talk about music on this blog lately and i have been suspiciously absent. I was also planning on meeting up with oso and abogado in dc, but again i was nowhere to be seen. why oso puts up with me, i’ll never guess…such...I heard it from a friend. The Revolution never happened. Sigh.
Who killed the Injuns?! We killed the Injuns!!! Maybe next war they’ll find a non-cheerleader to M.C. I’ve noticed a strange pattern emerging: when I talk to white people I’ve begun calling them “boo,” saying things like “word...
Try to Scream But it Only Comes Out as a Yawn
I guess I should explain why I came to D.C. in the first place. Rebecca gave me the heads-up about a couple available fellowships for bloggers to attend a seminar on Computer Assisted Reporting and Researching hosted by the Heritage Foundation. Yes, that Heritage Foundation.
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