January 2011
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el empiezo de los fines
Today was my last jewelry class. Yesterday I learned this technique called cuttlefish casting, which involves carving a design into the soft inside of a cuttlefish bone and then pouring melted silver into it. Finally I made a lizard! un lagartito de plata! And I used my silver scraps to make a silly little pendant which Billy referred to as “hippy dippy yo yo bullshit” (a common term,...
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el polvo y lo demás
San Miguel is cobblestones and narrow sidewalks and dust. The dust gathers in the streets and I breathe it in as I walk; it dries my nose and throat and coats my shoes in gray. Billy says that right outside town there is a line known as the Toilet Line, which means there are no toilets after the line, just desert and dust and so “people shit in the bushes and it turns into dust and blows...
more quehaceres
-take photos
-write more
-go shopping for gifts, buy milagros (ja!)
-remember important things
-figure out what I want
-climb something big
-zumba
-make potato pancakes
-wake up earlier
-make a cuttlefish casting
-eat more tacos
-drink more margaritas
-spend more time outside
etc.
mi engaño
Recently I’ve been very scornful of my behavior last year in Mexico, especially at Jasmine’s party (my last night in Mexico), when I was crying drunkenly about the absurdity and unfairness of leaving. I think coming here is sort of cheating - it’s experiencing a short snippet of a life that’s not mine, and that can’t be mine. At least not for a couple more years. But...
in English now!
Okay, I translated it (finalmente, sabado post) for you bitches. Keep in mind… this was a while ago! A whole week! The opinions stated here may no longer apply! But more on that later.
And the first week has ended! I can sleep in, walk around the city with my camera, buy pretty things and silly things, and write more. Today I went to the mall outside of town with Carrie to get a gift. We ate ice...
It’s so cool that our brains have the capacity to remember where the silverware is in so many kitchens in the world!
las noticias de la joyería
Hello! Here are some new things:
-I have promise in jewelry making, according to the master of the fucking jewelry universe, Billy.
-Mom, I am going to melt one of your belt buckles down because it’s got a lot of silver and silver is expensive. Tell me before 1pm tomorrow if you object. It’s from a brown leather waist belt that says it was made in Paris. Here’s a photo. I swear...
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Driven home from the Taboada hot springs by a ten...
Oh Mexico!
Yeah, I’ll translate that last post in a bit. Been so busy with my stuff…. Billy’s giving me jewelry homework now, so I’m taking shit home and sawing it and doing a bunch of different cool techniques. I’ll post photos soon! I’m thinking of doing more classes because I’ll almost be done by this week if not… and I really love it and want to...
finalmente, sabado
Y la primera semana ha terminada! Puedo dormir más tarde en las mañanas, andar por la ciudad con mi cámara, comprar cosas bonitas y tontas, y escribir más aquí. Hoy fui al centro comercial con Carrie para comprar un regalo. Comimos helado y deambulamos y vimos La Red Social al cine. Fue interesante y agradable (se puede usar para describir una película?), pero me quejó que exagera tanto la...
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"The universe is NOT HERE to be amused by you."
This post is going to be A FUCKING MESS because I’m in a great mood and I ain’t gonna let nothing like organiZATION bring me down motherfuckers. TODAY, on this very fine and beautiful Mexican day, I had my first Spanish and jewelry classes. I was really irritated at the Spanish school at first, because they tried to place me way below my level, going over pronouns and ridiculous things that it...
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ayyy cabeza
Today I wrote in my diary about what it means to grow up and simultaneously freaked out about my goals for this trip. Oh boy. Here we go again. My brain is only going to get more obnoxious in the coming days. I kind of wish I could slap it! But at the same time, I get that this “thinking” is valuable stuff. I will continue, unfortunately. My diary and blog don’t fill themselves!
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things i forgot and then remembered
-Mexican men. oy vey. Before you determine that i am a racist jackass, ask any Mexican girl. Mexican men, at least the ones walking on the street, driving cars, or hanging out conveniently where I am in their line of vision, are creepy. Today I was warned by Ana María not to take my sweater off in the metro. The more skin, the more stares. These dudes stare with no abandon. Their heads turn a...
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here I am!
in Mexico City! I started day 1 at 5am in my bed with my cat (who smelled a little of poop) and ended it on Calle Ixpantenco, Coyoacán, DF. You know, the really cool colonial bohemian part of Mexico City with awesome museums and old churches and Hernán Cortés’s house (so what if that all came from wikipedia!).
Did I mention… this is my body:
Well, except for the man part. But...
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