16 Spring
16 Moon
48th year of the Space Age
4 . 4 . 4
if you are a maniac
who loves to multi-task
then go into the food business
(heard on the Food Network 7:45 pm 04.04.04 on an advertisement during the show IRON CHEF)
Michael writes on in the presence of invisible ink or not
PACKOutdoor staircase to my apartment climbs through a Mexican California climate past the landlord's potted plants watered by his deported servant . On our terrace two dogs wait smiling behind the locked gate and then dancing me toward my door . They'll never ask for rent only smell cheese and meat and love .
Yeah that's all very nice except I've been trying not to eat meat since Ash Wednesday except on Sundays which are always feast days
and I have had and shall have therefore very rarely any from the store to give them until after Easter
and meanwhile I have discovered that meat is a delightful luxury now that I am only eating it one day a week
and the dogs somehow have learned to tell me that last night was Saturday and today be Sunday so where is it now?
or am I imagining things again on the border beyond "there's the signpost up ahead you've crossed over into the tail-light zone"
aya objects in mirror ARE closer than they appear they are all saying it now
I am permitted myself to me be incestuous with my own brain left and right hands of darkness and light dexter and sinister knowledge of good and evil be as wise as serpents and innocent as doves and so invent ay gringo andas inventando no, no, es cierto Debra Castillo me dijo I read her words on paper EVEN the POSSIBILITY of crossing the border whether carried to completion OR NOT licenses dreams and permits incestuous cohabitation of different orders of reality I could not say it any better thank you Doctora escritora
it is just that the dogs dance when they see me and I am glad we all run in the same pack yes I am glad I live here I am even glad that damn Ramón is my landlord where else would I ever find anyone like him IN SPITE OF HIS anger management issues yes there he goes, see him run, see Ramón run out into "his" parking lot to scream abuse at the middle-aged chicana women he says are "still dripping beans from their USA mouths and carrying nopales glued on their forehead" yet daring to park in his parking lot and coming to TJ saying they do NOT speak Spanish oh shut up Danial you racist white boy pig who you think you be anyhow some criollo brat strawberry anyhow no you nobody nothing no-one no-how fracaso bankrupt poet loooooone sans claire mais oui no
why not Mexicans and Chicanos are half-lost brother sister siblings dancing in their simmering rivalry both wrenched and rankled through the econometric wage-slave wringer by U.S. anglo explosion exploitations oh my little brown ones President Bush number one and number two says join the military go fight AND who do YOU you think you YOU are anyway, criollo Danial denial damnificado means nothing here on any page yes no blaaaaaaaa bla black sheep have you any droollllllllllll, fool?
FYI:
you can highlight to read invisible or semi invisible by blocking it with your mouse hold down and sweep across i.e. "selecting" and remember I may bitch and moan about my country's racist history and reality but I still say God bless her she is my home I see that now more than ever living in another country next door struggling to achieve her own liberty and I say yes always being able to look them in the eye and say flash bam stars and streamers my country Right or Wrong yes
the price of liberty is TOLERANCE tolerance in spite of intolerance amenSo I've been telling you for almost two years - no, three - that Ramón Huerta runs a restaurant downstairs from where I live. That he rents us - my left hand and my right - a little apartment upstairs in the building he owns. That is only half true. Well, three-quarters true. Or ninety-nine percent true. The final piece of truth is he is more than a restaurant cook. He is a gourmet chef. Graduate of the culinary institute of San Francisco. AND a
No. No more....
You understand. There are some things I must keep private. Like [INTERRRRRRRUPT]
But when he abuses us, even one of us, personally, then.... [DISCONNECT]
because he gives Tijuana a bad name and makes people think everyone here is LIKE him
no, most people are calmer, mas tranquilo, heh especially when he threatens to have us thrown out of the country for daring to contradict him in anything
oh well, you know the golden rule. He does it because he wants people to sh!t back on his face just like he does to everyone, even his friends. Do unto others, Mr. Huerta, just like you want them to do unto you, yes. No, we just made that up. We promised him we would never tell you why he does it or why he.... And we won't. Why? Because we gave our word that some things will be off the record.
And we would give anyone of you (whether human, animal, extraterrestrial or robot) the same, if you demanded it, in order to learn what you might teach us in our short life of left brain and right brain, left hand and right hand. But when you, or he, abuse us, then all bets are off and your artistic license has been cancelled. But not what you told us in the past before we notified you of the cancellation, no, that will remain secret up and until a court of law orders us to testify, and even then we will make motions of client confidentiality. But in the future, once your license has been cancelled, all bets are off. The past we promised to keep secret. The future is you and your own risk, Ramón... if you push us just a little bit further... the balance of power and our love will Freudian slip insulting inslutting transform and we shall leave you behind to drown in your own cups of sorrow without Richard Nixon (?!) to kick around any more heh heh hee CLICK.
But not yet, Mr. C. You will know when. We will tell you. Except of course your name-calling and insluting insulting and verbal and physical abuse. That we will tell. You ever wonder why we never got around to asking your help with the presentation at CECUT... because the one time we even started to work with you you threw a book at us and we had the GOOD sense not to duck, to let it hit us. (JEEZ is this an abusive relationship on BOTH sides or WHAT?)
But NOW we have already said too much. And YOU should remember that he maltreats everyone like that. Equal opportunity abuse. So perhaps we should be flattered. Or relieved that you are the only one reading this, not him. Heh. Not too long ago he said to one of his dearest friends OH YOU STUPID BITCH SHUT UP YOUR FAT MOUTH AND LISTEN TO ME oh yes he is a prima dona. Primo Don. But the man cooks like a God so maybe he really is a prima donna, yes. Mmmmmm you should live long enough to eat some of his....
oh by the way did I mention he's an AMerican citizen as in U.S. oh yes in God we trust but may He have mercy on this Mexican who is also an US'n....
like many princes of Tijuana ever since the war of invasion 1846
"curiouser and curioser..." (Alice)
but I have to tell you the real reason he hurts me us so
is because he is an alcoholic and so reminds us
of my uncle Bill, Danial's father, who died
twenty-seven years ago when cousin D
was twenty-seven so you see it is
not easy for either of us to see
no no no not easy at all to see
or stomach his drunken abuse
go frack yourself go stick your finger up you a$$ go shut up and frack your girlfriend
that's the kind of stuff he says almost every day
not to mention the really hurtful things like
no I won't say it
like I said there is more abuse
even self than meets the eyeno that is not at all what I
meant T.S.Elliot meant
at all not at all
n o
okei bai OKAY bye
