sabado  verse and prose  saturndaeg

we drove arguing through the Saturday streets
to the blood test

the lab was in the veryyyyy pleasant
districts back of the race track

behind the hipodromo
the Hippodrome

y e s

the nurse plunged a needle into each of our left arms
and drew a vial of blood

wham wham 670 pesos for
prostate, standard, hiv, and something else
and something else

I feel like we're getting married
living in sin with blood tests

ah yes then we
would have gone to eat breakfast

and she got interupted by radio calls
and we could not meet until later

the soap opera of her office is continuing
Nardo imported a lot of cars without reporting them
to the owner Señor Castillo
and also charged high fees to the clients

and he has been dismissed but claims that he
and Mister Castillo are all buddy buddy again
heh heh if you believe that then I will sell you
my sister's real estate ON THE MOOOOOOOnnnn




but then we finally did meet in the river zone

and ate late breakfast
I had huevos she had huevos


then she went to a birthday party
for the two year old son of a
friend of a job four years ago
when I first met her

a n d           I went to internet

downtown
and out into the great

wide      w e b     world

before heading over to opera festival in the street
in front of the old Libertad moviehouse
an amphitheater of chairs around
the stage under the theater marquis

and a whole street full of booths and tents
I saw Leo and Carmela and Nina and Ricardo and
many others

then wandered up into the pizza and beer tents
where I was a very bad person

and cut in to a line without realizing it I
thought it was two lines but

the people complained and

that
was proof I was
bad

I
felt      g u i l t y

and all the people crowded together in the street
knew my sin

oh shoot bang bang bang I ended up dead
and left under a cloud of shame

but saw Olimpia on the way in as I was going out
which was nice because she did not know my shame

then I came home and wrote more
about the maptext madness

which must be organized a little

digress ion

I ALSO BOUGHT two books today, (1) Tijuana: El principio, su nombre y semblanzas monográfica en 1930 y gráfica de 1887-1945, by Arturo Tello Villalobos, a curious little essay full of historical facts and references which the author gathered through his lifetime of study, and accompanied by over 50 pages of black&white reproductions of old postcards (book published 1999), and (2) Documentos para la historia de Tijuana, a collection of deeds and petitions and other early documents attesting to events such as land grants, lot sales, etc., and including the agreements of July, 1889 regarding the division of the ranchland for purposes of building a city, - although people were already living there in their old west town #2 (the first had been destroyed by the river) - but which agreement is why Tijuana officially celebrates its birthday every July 11, and why, on that date in 1989, the old families (fundadores) had an enormous centennial celebration in the park across the street from where I used to live, and just down the way from where Michael still lives up on 6th street.

Almost a year ago Charlotte and David got into a huge argument about where the old race track was, and whether or not Seabiscuit or some other damn old nag had run there even before he was born heh heh, a difference of opinion - to put it nicely - which ended up with Charlotte swearing all up and down because D.D. had some cockamamie notion he'd misread from some book which he then refused to produce knowing full well he was wrong and preferring to just turn his back on it and when we called his bluff rather overdonely he only said oh I hope no one lost any sleep over it heh heh heh what a smart little man he is leaving the sleeping dogs to go back to sleep eh? You should hear what he says about the search for other planets and whether or not Nixon was a crook heh only the one who got caught, let's just forget that he was the only president in HISTORY EVERR to be forced to fucking RESIGN the most powerful position on the face of this planet, a truly fitting fate for a man who was corrupt from his first days running for congress (when he said oh, gentlemen, I cannot live on a simple congressman's salary, no, you will have to give me more, much more) but none of that (deliberate double negative to confuse the issue thank you Charlene [her name has been changed recently]) none of those FACTS don't mean shit when you already KNOW way better and go kiss Ayn Rand's butt if you don't like it guacala. Jezuz but I love to argue with that man yes.

Ahem when we get down off of that high horse we must say that there is a similar argument about the founding date of Tijuana, since there already was a village over by the border gate once the Mexican government opened its first customs building there, but that little town got utterly washed away by the floods of_____ and ______ and they rebuilt it across the river on the big flat space where downtown is today, and that same year and the next year everyone got together and worked out the agreements which were signed and dated in 1889 and officially registered July 11, or maybe we stilllllll don't understand it, but there you are....

And let us not forget the enormous argument about where the name "Tijuana" came from, David himself being one of those who rejects the aunt Jane "tia Juana" myth which everyyyyyyone has heard about, but then he puts forward another TOOOOO Convenient explanation "Ti-Kuan" which is also much debated and argued, and well, you should know that we at this web site MUCH prefer the entirely MYTHOLOgical foundation of an ancient American Indian kingdom called TEGUAX which existed only on the early European maps, somewhere between the Seven Cities of Cibola (New Mexico) and the wonderful Salmon-Redwood rich world of Quivira. Ahemmmmmmmm.

Heh heh heh heh heh haaaaaaaa haaa haa they're coming to take me away ha ha they're coming to take me away hoo ho to the funny farm where life is beautiful and we all make baskets and aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

Remember when James warned me not to write poetry. We laughed, then, too.