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an enormous march in Mexico and we are going to the Del Mar fair

ya basta ya basta de violencia they are marching today domingo el 27 de junio de MMII en la ciudad de México they are marching today against violence and impunity and crime they are marching in Mexico city. The newspapers have been mentioning the march and the route from the angel of independence to the plaza of the constitution aka Zocalo this would turn out to be one of the biggest demonstrations ever and tomorrow night the Mexican news programs will be overrun with commentary and analysis they will say that the vast national plaza was filled three times over with the tens upon tens upon tens of thousands who turned out to march for domestic peace and an end to violence and delinquency and crime and that many many people carried signs demanding the death penalty for kidnapping etc... but that is tomorrow's news my friends...

And today meanwhile Tere and I are going to cross over the line to go to the San Diego County Fair or the Del Mar Fair or whatever the thing is called....

"The Fair" we always called it when I was a kid growing up in a sandy egg oh on the border. The fair. Another splendor of San Diego. Lots of rides and animals and other things to look at and buy and eat and food and food and food.

I... oh. It is time to go. I pretend that it is time to go I write that it is time to go I pretend that I write that it is time to go I write... I hope that... we have a good time.

The truth? Well in the morning two days later I am going to copy the notes I wrote in my pocket diary at the fair "today" but I bought the notebook in the past and I shall copy it in the future and what it I bought it oh maybe two years ago at the all for one price store when the price was only ten pesos now it has gone up to eleven which, checkitout, is still only one dollar huh. In the morning two days later I will copy the notes I wrote in my pocket notebook and of course struggle to read what I scribbled of course I will struggle to read what I scribbled while David was back home with his family writing I was off at the fair writing and my beloved was in heaven looking and looking and looking ah yes this is the day el tijuanagringo at the fair

el tijuanagringo at the fair. what shall we call it: Del Mar Fair? San Diego County Fair? How about 22nd Agricultural District Exposition heh heh heh heh heh carcajadas maniacal laughter I remember writing letters for Jon Dunchack to the agricultural board begging them to remember that their entire complex was in the flood plain of the San Dieguito River (park) and one day the wrath of God should fall upon us all with a 500 year flood and goodbye pride and joy of Bing Crosby he who according to popular myth (some myths are true FYI) commanded the creation of Del Mar race track yes he did he did he did and all the stars of Hollywood came and saw and spent their silver gold copper....

I edit here in the "Plaza de Mexico" listening to latin salsa rock - one of the good things about "the" fair is all the free live entertainment everywhere especially almost always music you can sit down and just listen and catch the groove agarrar la onda grab the wave eh so

rocking hot music rolls across this little plaza outside the racetrack grandstand no, it's not the paddock no it's the "plaza de Mexico" how appropriate on this day when hundreds of thousands are marching in Mexico city and the gringo from Tijuana is scribbling in his little notebook that he may edit and revise later and the little plaza is full of people on a Sunday at the fair it's the plaza de Mexico it's called how strangely familiar and touristic this moment from his past and present and future he has always been here is here forever shall be at the fair the fair the fair how strangely touristic and familiar this pretense of a mexican plaza and

No. No pretense at all. It pretends only to be what it is: a plaza outside the racetrack, full of people at the county fair. Nothing more, nothing less. A county fair music place with food (and beer, here, this is an alcohol tolerant zone, yes) and is that pretencious? Be there pretense here? Are we having pretend fun yet? No. We are having real fun scribbling while Tere is in the hall of wood and the hall of semi-precious stones, looking at carpentry and lapidary and marveling at the wonders of NorthAmerican civilization, the splendors of the people of these United States, here, on the frontier, in the farthest provinces, in the ultimate corner of empire where money screams and the navy dreams that one day

every admiral may have his retirement home in Coronado yes. And run for vice president on splinter party tickets with some snaggly voiced billionaire whose ears are bigger than his common sense you people eh that's what he said "you people" heh heh we better watch out for our mouths, too oh de3ar oh deadadfadi deadly fad the big tongue tangles and blab blab blab scribble scribble scribble heh. Please engage editorial function N O W. My mother once danced with admiral Bull Halsey. Yes. They adopted my friend Deborah who served canapes and snacks behind the scenes to the city council from 1982 to 1994. She said future congressman whatisnameFillerup was the biggest muncher and rudest member. Chowed down on free snacks like Al Gore used to inhale entire cakes Peter whatzisface said once. I saw him (Fillerup) running away from the "woman in red" in 1996 when I hosted the protest zone at the Republican convention. Yes. But I need to shut up with the gossip already. Write about the fair, Danni

Little lights are flashing around the word "REFRESHMENTS" on the stand next door to TEXAS worlds biggest and best DONUTS missing its apostrophe on "world's" it only says worlds no apostrophe re member no apo strophe no cata strophe. Tere is in the building next door looking at woodwork and semi-precious stones, those exhibits have always been there, it seems, gemology and carpentry yes. I am outdoors I said that before I am outdoors I say it again I am outdoors in the open air listening to latin jazz and drinking a big beer mmmm mmm mm ahhh and scribbling and resting my aching ankle. How is your ankle, she will ask over and ever and again well it hurts darnit too bad old man better lose some more weight eh... already you I have dropped below 250 but our goal is to eventually get down below 200 again it's been twenty years now since I cracked that ugly barrier going up and I didn't stop until last summer when I reached 280 and almost 290 and I said to myself no way No Way NO WAY am I EVER Going to Let My Self break 300 no. So in nine months I have come down into the upper 40s, except in December I went back up to the sixties yes, but....

Now this is temptation beer and food and good music and just sit down and wait for Tere to come out and find me in all this crowd I said I would be right here and I shall just wait yes. The live music is making me feel better. The vibrating foot massage chair made me feel better. Put your quarter in BBBBBZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZzzzzzz oh yeah....

The band is making me feel good. They got one hot-dogging blonde guitarist who is a devil of a show-off but a damnably good axeman yes once he gets going with the others and stops showing off hmmmm. Rhythm kings they are called los Reyes de Ritmo. They are playing back to back latin jazz salsa rock yes. I look for them in the official fair program and Family Fun Guide but they aren't listed under today's schedule but here it is anyway online (PHIL: please insert code)[okay Dannial but it too seems like the paper in your hand i n c o m p l e t e oh well tough nuts luck nope

LATER>>>>>>>>>>>>
The vision down the midway has captured me. This is the main core, the pedestrian avenue from the main gate all the way past the racetrack grandstand toward the wild ride and game zone. I stand here and stare straight ahead into the "FUN ZONE", mesmerized by this vision of spinning wheels and giant jerking levers unfolding and whirling human victims around in momentary agonies of delight and thrill and terror. I must go there. Tere and I will walk down the main avenue into this zone of torture machines and petty gambling "games of skill" and stare up at the gigantic insane monster devices that lift and gyre and gimble while their victims (riders) scream and yell and laugh and shout out loud for more as the sun falls into coastal clouds over the sea and darkness envelopes the west, and the FUN ZONE lights up the night with millions of colored lights all flashing and spinning and projecting ten thousand patterns of spectacle and awe into our eager brains. Oh yes I love the fair but I don't come here every year and this year....

Ah yes, this year yes.

I remember a piece I wrote 33 years ago when I was still barely out of my teens and scribbling an occasional piece of prose for the local underground newspaper called the door (small letters please they said I think they said....).......

We have been planning for several weeks to come to the fair. Tere was happy when I proposed it earlier this month. But only this morning I asked her if she had ever been before.

No. This will be my first time.

Ah, my love, you are a virgin?

Yes... je je soy virgin de la feria...

And I shall have the honor of showing you the way....

If you turn in your tickets at the clock tower at the center of the fair you can get free tickets to come back another day and spend more money. We are thinking about coming back on Sunday July 4th to see the fireworks and stay until midnight because I don't have to work the next day, no.

no apo strophe re member

okei bai okay bye

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an enormous march in Mexico and we are going to the Del Mar fair ya basta ya basta de violencia they are marching today domingo el 27 de junio de MMII en la ciudad de México they are marching today against violence and impunity and crime they are marching in Mexico city. The newspapers have been mentioning the march and the route from the angel of independence to the plaza of the constitution aka Zocalo this would turn out to be one of the biggest demonstrations ever and tomorrow night the Mexican news programs will be overrun with commentary and analysis they will say that the vast national plaza was filled three times over with the tens upon tens upon tens of thousands who turned out to march for domestic peace and an end to violence and delinquency and crime and that many many people carried signs demanding the death penalty for kidnapping etc... but that is tomorrow's news my friends... And today meanwhile Tere and I are going to cross over the line to go to the San Diego County Fair or the Del Mar Fair or whatever the thing is called.... "The Fair" we always called it when I was a kid growing up in a sandy egg oh on the border. The fair. Another splendor of San Diego. Lots of rides and animals and other things to look at and buy and eat and food and food and food. I... oh. It is time to go. I pretend that it is time to go I write that it is time to go I pretend that I write that it is time to go I write... I hope that... we have a good time. The truth? Well in the morning two days later I am going to copy the notes I wrote in my pocket diary at the fair "today" but I bought the notebook in the past and I shall copy it in the future and what it I bought it oh maybe two years ago at the all for one price store when the price was only ten pesos now it has gone up to eleven which, checkitout, is still only one dollar huh. In the morning two days later I will copy the notes I wrote in my pocket notebook and of course struggle to read what I scribbled of course I will struggle to read what I scribbled while David was back home with his family writing I was off at the fair writing and my beloved was in heaven looking and looking and looking ah yes this is the day el tijuanagringo at the fair el tijuanagringo at the fair. what shall we call it: Del Mar Fair? San Diego County Fair? How about 22nd Agricultural District Exposition heh heh heh heh heh carcajadas maniacal laughter I remember writing letters for Jon Dunchack to the agricultural board begging them to remember that their entire complex was in the flood plain of the San Dieguito River (park) and one day the wrath of God should fall upon us all with a 500 year flood and goodbye pride and joy of Bing Crosby he who according to popular myth (some myths are true FYI) commanded the creation of Del Mar race track yes he did he did he did and all the stars of Hollywood came and saw and spent their silver gold copper.... I edit here in the "Plaza de Mexico" listening to latin salsa rock - one of the good things about "the" fair is all the free live entertainment everywhere especially almost always music you can sit down and just listen and catch the groove agarrar la onda grab the wave eh so rocking hot music rolls across this little plaza outside the racetrack grandstand no, it's not the paddock no it's the "plaza de Mexico" how appropriate on this day when hundreds of thousands are marching in Mexico city and the gringo from Tijuana is scribbling in his little notebook that he may edit and revise later and the little plaza is full of people on a Sunday at the fair it's the plaza de Mexico it's called how strangely familiar and touristic this moment from his past and present and future he has always been here is here forever shall be at the fair the fair the fair how strangely touristic and familiar this pretense of a mexican plaza and No. No pretense at all. It pretends only to be what it is: a plaza outside the racetrack, full of people at the county fair. Nothing more, nothing less. A county fair music place with food (and beer, here, this is an alcohol tolerant zone, yes) and is that pretencious? Be there pretense here? Are we having pretend fun yet? No. We are having real fun scribbling while Tere is in the hall of wood and the hall of semi-precious stones, looking at carpentry and lapidary and marveling at the wonders of NorthAmerican civilization, the splendors of the people of these United States, here, on the frontier, in the farthest provinces, in the ultimate corner of empire where money screams and the navy dreams that one day every admiral may have his retirement home in Coronado yes. And run for vice president on splinter party tickets with some snaggly voiced billionaire whose ears are bigger than his common sense you people eh that's what he said "you people" heh heh we better watch out for our mouths, too oh de3ar oh deadadfadi deadly fad the big tongue tangles and blab blab blab scribble scribble scribble heh. Please engage editorial function N O W. My mother once danced with admiral Bull Halsey. Yes. They adopted my friend Deborah who served canapes and snacks behind the scenes to the city council from 1982 to 1994. She said future congressman whatisnameFillerup was the biggest muncher and rudest member. Chowed down on free snacks like Al Gore used to inhale entire cakes Peter whatzisface said once. I saw him (Fillerup) running away from the "woman in red" in 1996 when I hosted the protest zone at the Republican convention. Yes. But I need to shut up with the gossip already. Write about the fair, Danni Little lights are flashing around the word "REFRESHMENTS" on the stand next door to TEXAS worlds biggest and best DONUTS missing its apostrophe on "world's" it only says worlds no apostrophe re member no apo strophe no cata strophe. Tere is in the building next door looking at woodwork and semi-precious stones, those exhibits have always been there, it seems, gemology and carpentry yes. I am outdoors I said that before I am outdoors I say it again I am outdoors in the open air listening to latin jazz and drinking a big beer mmmm mmm mm ahhh and scribbling and resting my aching ankle. How is your ankle, she will ask over and ever and again well it hurts darnit too bad old man better lose some more weight eh... already you I have dropped below 250 but our goal is to eventually get down below 200 again it's been twenty years now since I cracked that ugly barrier going up and I didn't stop until last summer when I reached 280 and almost 290 and I said to myself no way No Way NO WAY am I EVER Going to Let My Self break 300 no. So in nine months I have come down into the upper 40s, except in December I went back up to the sixties yes, but.... Now this is temptation beer and food and good music and just sit down and wait for Tere to come out and find me in all this crowd I said I would be right here and I shall just wait yes. The live music is making me feel better. The vibrating foot massage chair made me feel better. Put your quarter in BBBBBZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZzzzzzz oh yeah.... The band is making me feel good. They got one hot-dogging blonde guitarist who is a devil of a show-off but a damnably good axeman yes once he gets going with the others and stops showing off hmmmm. Rhythm kings they are called los Reyes de Ritmo. They are playing back to back latin jazz salsa rock yes. I look for them in the official fair program and Family Fun Guide but they aren't listed under today's schedule but here it is anyway online (PHIL: please insert code)[okay Dannial but it too seems like the paper in your hand i n c o m p l e t e oh well tough nuts luck nope LATER>>>>>>>>>>>> The vision down the midway has captured me. This is the main core, the pedestrian avenue from the main gate all the way past the racetrack grandstand toward the wild ride and game zone. I stand here and stare straight ahead into the "FUN ZONE", mesmerized by this vision of spinning wheels and giant jerking levers unfolding and whirling human victims around in momentary agonies of delight and thrill and terror. I must go there. Tere and I will walk down the main avenue into this zone of torture machines and petty gambling "games of skill" and stare up at the gigantic insane monster devices that lift and gyre and gimble while their victims (riders) scream and yell and laugh and shout out loud for more as the sun falls into coastal clouds over the sea and darkness envelopes the west, and the FUN ZONE lights up the night with millions of colored lights all flashing and spinning and projecting ten thousand patterns of spectacle and awe into our eager brains. Oh yes I love the fair but I don't come here every year and this year.... Ah yes, this year yes. I remember a piece I wrote 33 years ago when I was still barely out of my teens and scribbling an occasional piece of prose for the local underground newspaper called the door (small letters please they said I think they said....)....... We have been planning for several weeks to come to the fair. Tere was happy when I proposed it earlier this month. But only this morning I asked her if she had ever been before. No. This will be my first time. Ah, my love, you are a virgin? Yes... je je soy virgin de la feria... And I shall have the honor of showing you the way.... If you turn in your tickets at the clock tower at the center of the fair you can get free tickets to come back another day and spend more money. We are thinking about coming back on Sunday July 4th to see the fireworks and stay until midnight because I don't have to work the next day, no. no apo strophe re member okei bai okay bye gringo previous diary next diary calendar tijuana poemix escritores tijuanenses TJ.maptext Tur.Info copyright 2004 daniel charles thomas