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I keep thinking I should write more about Revolution Avenue, la avenida Revolución.  We already got a sort of whacked out page in our usual meandering style.  Mikey and I seem to fancy this oh but I digress style of scribbling and typing.

Speak for yourself, Dano...

Oh but we are, we are....

ten block-long
mix of shops and bars with restaurants
ancient Mexican monument copies on the sidewalk

those pulling boisterous doormen

come on in, take a look

parking                      transportation

character of the place
Horn HONKING holiday VictorY MADNESS

new sidewalks

from the expensive to the cheap
looks like a poem but is only a list

Well anyway that's the farthest we got shaking the "let's do something new" idea back and forth.  Otherwise the page still stands but....

Wait and see what happens

Otay

Out there, beyond the valley floor, an enormous expanse of land rises up on hills from the Tijuana River, gets bitten by canyons, and then stretches wide and flat seven miles more into the east, until it slams against the bottom feet of the jagged mountains of San Ysidro aka Otay Mountain.  I am speaking of the locally famous Otay Mesa (la Mesa de Otay), formerly a huge mass of nothing, but now (since 1950) filling, filling, filling up with warehouses and factories and shops and offices and houses and apartments.

Plunked down at its heart, the screaming airport hurls its planes at the sky, lifting off thunder from the flat flat flat runway strip cement, two miles, three, tempting Gringo airport planners to tickle a new international airport treaty into existence. On another side, the autonomous state university UABC "where eagles scarce dare to land" clusters its lecture halls, gallery, theater. On yet another, the vast Otay traffic glorieta, key to the mountain superhighway to Tecate, whirls and swirls the cars and busses and trucks of progress around and around and around.

And on the north side, just across the big highway from the airport entrance, the border slashes across the flat mesa, reaching toward the ragged mountain east.  On the other side (el otro lado), more factories and offices of U.S. etcet companies import export and ubiquitous McCoñolds yes they're everywhere.  Over there, in the fringes of San Diego, there is another, smaller, half-forgotten airport where skydivers zoom and jump.  Off in one corner, slightly north and east, the state Donovan prison at Rock Mountain, and next door, a county jail (or is it the city?).

From my window far away in downtown I can see the hills facing this way, they look like just ordinary old hills, half covered with houses (south of the border), half barren and empty above San Ysidro (north of the border).  But I know they are more than mere hills.  They are the outward gazing face of greater Otay.

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Teguas

On the makebelieve new world maps of the 16th and 17th centuries there were several mythical kingdoms scattered between Mexico and Alaska.

Cibola, with its seven cities of gold, was the most famous, still is the most famous. It could be argued that it corresponds with the "Pueblo" peoples around ancient New Mexico.

Quivira was in the far north and west, on the redwood coasts and salmon rivers of Oregon et al.

California was the most impossible of them all, written in a book before the conquest, described as an island of amazons ruled by Queen Calafia.  This is the one that ended up sticking to the map forever as a "real" name.

Then there was Teguas.  This was a kingdom centered around the Colorado River, but sometimes, respelled and relocated in paper migration, it reaches the west coast right around where Tijuana would be built.  An extremely odd coincidence of mapmaking art.

The location of Teguas -- or as it is spelled respelled, "Tiguex" -- as a Pacific Coast port, rather than along the Colorado River, is best seen on the Americas map ("Novis Orbis (new world)") in the collection Theatrum Orbis Terrarum of Abraham Ortelius on the Library of Congress website for historical maps.  When their server isn't suffering cyberterror attacks!

Tijuana (i.e. Teguas alias Tiguex) heh heh... um, it pretty much disappeared off the mythical radarscreens after that, I mean from the maps, or at least it did until my great uncle D.B. wrecked his car coming across the border in 1929 with a bunch of bootleg booze.  He was trying to read the headlines from Wall Street while driving and... but that's another story, and yes, yes, Mikey, yes, I made it up, allright?  Jeezzuz Chingaman can't a guy exploit the internet at all any more?

No. We want the truth. Or well, most of it anyway (wink) (cut wind wink) (wink wink) nudge nudge eh?

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