Things I am focusing on this week to avoid thinking about other things

  • Code of Ethics for literary anything: Transparency is a beautiful thing
  • Swamp wedding!
  • Designing the pigeon coop my future husband agreed to tolerate when we retire in forty years
  • Learning not to share
  • Forcing myself out the habit of listing things in odd numbers
  • Becoming transparent

badassmexicans:

Let us pray 🙏.

badassmexicans:

Let us pray 🙏.


マリッツァさん


4.15 Blood Moon

That Monday lunar eclipse was the first time I looked at the moon through binoculars. I could clearly make out the rabbit’s ears and the tilt of its body embedded in the craters. Once, at the Griffith Observatory, I wore sunglasses to see the moon through the telescope because the reflection of the Sun was bright enough to scorch your eye. I couldn’t see the rabbit or Coalxauhqui, it was just pure light.

 



I used the binoculars at the moment the eclipse begun. The penumbra, the shadow on the edge of her skirt, another hour or two before the blood would seep through. I went to bed, didn’t set an alarm to wake me for the event because there is a new schedule in this household, one that calls for uninterrupted sleep. 

 



I wear an emerald engagement ring. It enhances the impact of my zodiac. On early Tuesday morning, it led me out of our bed to watch the white crescent grow over an otherwise sepia moon. Through the green leaves of the garden and in the company of tireless song birds, I understood the lesson: not all moments are meant to be shared. 


(via rxeyes)


I take a lot of solace and inspiration from people who belong to one cultural formation and who have the courage to turn a very critical eye on that formation.
Darby English, MoMA Consulting Curator via NYT

He was overcome by awe, sadness and the birds’ physical beauty: their bright auburn breasts, slate-gray backs and the dusting of iridescence around their napes that, depending on the light and angle, appeared purple, fuchsia or green.
Scientists in the NY Times talking about  de-extinction and the beauty of pigeons. 


hipsandships:

CIBO MATTO - “MFN”


Canto de Iemanja?
Smokey & Miho
The Two EPs


yimmyayo:

Cher

yimmyayo:

Cher


My primo made this awesome video about gourmet food in Mexicali. 

Read his article here: Mexicali gourmet: a revolution in taste


All I’m saying is, there’s no substitute for being sculpted by life. You need to feel the pain, or the absence, or the presence of something evil or whatever it is, and then you need to articulate that through film or novels or painting or whatever craft is available to you.

When I was growing up, we had this print in my family living room. I got used to seeing it on the daily and after a while, it became a part of the wall. When I was a teenager, Diego and Frida paintings were like, yeah whatever. I wanna see something with demon horns or alchemy and impossible birds. But when I scrolled past it in my feed just now, this piñata made me feel wonderful things. It is perfect and right. I am the kid in the blue crying in the corner and my sister is the smiling one with the white moño on her head. And all around us, that is our home.
thinkmexican:
“La Piñata”
Diego Rivera, 1953Children’s Hospital of Mexico

When I was growing up, we had this print in my family living room. I got used to seeing it on the daily and after a while, it became a part of the wall. When I was a teenager, Diego and Frida paintings were like, yeah whatever. I wanna see something with demon horns or alchemy and impossible birds. But when I scrolled past it in my feed just now, this piñata made me feel wonderful things. It is perfect and right. I am the kid in the blue crying in the corner and my sister is the smiling one with the white moño on her head. And all around us, that is our home.

thinkmexican:

“La Piñata”

Diego Rivera, 1953
Children’s Hospital of Mexico