Jason, Cusco and The Time In Between
Tuesday, December 6, 2011
Sunday, November 6, 2011
Otra Poema Sobre La Lluvia
Sunday, September 25, 2011
Why Write?!
Why do you make me want to write my feelings? You bastardo! Random factoid: I love Spanish! La Cultura Cura |
Sunday, September 4, 2011
Me Quemo Por Dentro
I am loving the use of modern musical techonolgies while harping in our cultural traditions, such as electronica meeting salsa or cumba, or even tango like with the band Otros Aires. Much like Bomba Estereo, Systema Solar is a colombian band bringing a modern dance feel to older more traditional dance beats and rhtyms, through the gengre jumping and history within modern songs I am able to discover a vast time span of latino music with just a few albums.
Other bands on my radar are: Miguel Campello, a voice so haunting it'll put hair on your chest and ten make you cry so your tears fall on your now hairy chest (which can be wierd for our lady readers), Rita Indiana y Los Misterios, who fall into dancey rythms like Bomba's, Natalia y Maka, who are like the Meg and Dia of latin america...among others...I also really like what I've heard from DJ Gekko Jones.
Random Factoid: I hate Lane Kiffin, USC looked so one dimensional yesterday, I'm suprised they actually managed to win.
La Cultura Cura
Sunday, August 28, 2011
You! Me! Dancing!
Before one can dance, one must find the rhythm...
I've been in Salinas for 10 days now. And. I'm. Loving. It!
I made the trip with my father and we arrived at my apartment, which is much bigger I expected. As we are located on the 2nd floor, I've got super high ceilings. My room is great, rommate is cool, and I'm loving working in the after school program...finally, finalizing my sub stuff.
I am already part of the Salinas family, without even trying, I've done more social gatherings, in more places, than I did all year in Claremont. All of my friends are mexican, and they have deemed my Spanish strong enough to use Spanish to their hearts content around me....that being said, I'm getting plenty of great practice with the official language here, Spanglish. Film festivals, amazing mexican dance clubs...I love it. I feel at home, out of my comfert bubble.
I had my CalStateTEACH orientation yesterday and I start doing work for it tomorrow. Unlike my USC program, there are not live classroom discussions online, but just a very well organized website that organizes a decent work load. I do have to say that I prefer the CST website to the USC website....I'll have more to say once I really find my routine.
Random factoid: Currently loving Damages on Netflix!!!!!
La cultura cura
Saturday, August 13, 2011
Stranger On A Foriegn Shore
“And you can’t even begin to believe
There’s so many bridges engulfed in flames behind me” –Ben Gibbard
Once again, the train of thoughts in circling the lining of my skull must make a pit stop and drop another entry of the random babblings that is my blog. The splatter of word vomit on the page, distributing matches the pattern of word vomit issuing from my mouth these days.
Confucius say!: Why use the end to start? (All quotes resembling persons live or dead are unintended and incidental)
Ode To The Futbol Jersey
Ode to that guy in the soccer jersey
Brightly colored
Escudo, living a distant land…not his land
Jersey not just worn, protected.
The jersey acts as a second skin,
The jersey lives on an island, feed by fish
The skyscrapers in the distance do not represent dreams
They represent distance, not progress, distance.
Distance from all that is
Humanity derived from a stubborn land
A lifestyle fading away into existence
All’s fare in jersey
The dirt accumulates as the day’s chores pass
Not a look, nor any appearance of glamour.
Days upon days, continue,
As the jersey remains bonded to its master.
If cloth hits dirt,
Foreign fingers find, fishing fresh
Clothes, to protect against the world, their chores
Water brings life, to the man…and his jersey.
Random factoid: Bach's cello suite #1 touches me on a deep level.
La Cultura Cura
Saturday, July 30, 2011
Hasta Suena La Campana
To The Beat of the Creole (Al Compas Del Criollismo p. 13)
Conserve the tradition
Always the same suffering
Is the life in the gutter
And to die of starvation
To the beat of the Creole
Old, enclosed, neighborhoods,
Barrios Altos, Chirimoyo;
Limas most Creole,
The most select in Peru.
From your solemn past
And with clear inspiration
You impose a mission
That you give, no longer sell
And can only pretend to
Conserve the tradition.
In the sixteenth century
You drained your purse
Commending the Spanish,
Slave to every viceroy.
Passed the time, it was the law
Forged in your heroism:
Century and a half of civic-mindedness
Your children sing and write,
And fix, how they live,
Always the same suffering.
Poor neighborhoods, always lacking,
Neighborhoods crying out for justice
For the paradox they call
Barrios Altos…barrios “Altos”…
Rise up, get to work,
Look what happens in Ancon
And you will see your inspration
Stained of “whiskey and soda”
While all of your life
Is the life of the gutter.
They are the court of a king
Worse than Philip II,
The world is just a dollar
And exploitation is law.
Enslaving the flock
Hiding in your song.
More if you sing of rebellion
Well, you can –so close-
Becomea Felipe Pinglo Alva
To die of starvation.
Barrios Altos of misery
With a tradition of creating orphans,
Salt of your begging
And show your serious face.
Who gives you the Iberian “gentlemanhood?”
Who gives you imperialism?
Come with me, right now,
And Our Revolution
Builds a new nation
To the beat of the Creole?...
In honor of Peru's fiestas patrias, I have poorly translated another poem de Nicomedes Santa Cruz. A poem of strength in the face of poverty and racism.
This poem puts many ideas into words, thoughts I have thought and embodies many of the reasons why I am so attracted to Salinas and Peru. Both areas are poor and struggle finding a stronghold of mondern ideas of success without losing their tradition. Both provide a community, a flare for life, and a type of person I have not found anywhere else. Hence, my desire to live in both places.
I just returned from a information gathering trip to Salinas...what I learned is that I will be living with a fellow teacher in a 2 bed room apt, and thankfully, he is doing the looking since I still have to coach at the gym for two more weeks, I have an appointment to finalize everything for setting me up to work at Alisal on the 18th of august, and hopefully when I drive up for that appointment, I will also be moving. As for work, my former vice principal, from my first year in AmeriCorps, has been appointed principal at another school in the district has offered me a job in the after school program, and I will be using my connections at FP to get days subbing as well....siento correcto, todos los pedasos de la rompecabaeza estan cayando en su propia lugar.
Random factoid: I ate the 3 best meals of my life while in Salinas, technically I ate them in Chular.
La Cultura Cura