¡Happy Birthday César! Today, the world will gain a second. As in one of the day’s 1440 minutes will have 61 seconds in it. Maybe this doesn’t mean much to you … but then you are obviously not light. If you were, one second is two-thirds the way to the moon. Here’s how AP journalist [...]

I am sick. Sick as a dog. A dead one. Which is why I keep fucking up. I can’t do anything right anymore. Last night I slept. I slept from 9 p.m. to 9:15 a.m. That’s a lot of slept. And then you know what I did from noon until 2:30? I slept. During all [...]

Ten days ago marked the second birthday of this blog. Two years, 621 posts, 360,687 words, and as that pink box was proudly announcing, 4004 comments. But much, much more important and meaningful are all the friends that this space has introduced me to. With them I have grown, changed, matured, and chuckled at my [...]

This post is the follow up to this one. If I had more time I would start a new blog. It would be called Osso. Why osso? Because that’s how you used to spell and say bear in spanish. There was a marked difference in the pronunciation between “osso” (bear) and “oso” (I dare). But [...]

I want my chica de Catalunya. I want her to live in a cramped, cluttered cuarto above a Barcelona bar. An Iberian Amelie, we will make love the first night of my unannounced arrival atop her scattered laundry and unmade bed. Slender and full hips in synchronized motion. She will tickle me, pinch me, giggle [...]

If you’re a blog skimmer rather than reader, please comment on this one question, would you be willing to occasionally volunteer some time to translate important blog posts from Spanish (or any other language) into English for Global Voices? And if so, how frequently and what types of blog posts? As I’ve written before and [...]

Nick Moraitis works for Amnesty International, is a concentrate bomb of do-gooding energy, and has lived in all of the West’s great multicultural, metropolitan bubbles of tolerance and metrosexuality. He could easily fit in as the keyboardist of any Brooklyn indie rock band when not busy saving the world from 9-5. Kevin Anderson is a [...]

Thursday, San Diego It’s 2:05 p.m. and we’re still on the tarmac. At least that’s the word everyone keeps calling it when they whisper into their cellphones; not pavement or concrete, not even runway, but tarmac. I wonder if tarmac1 is one of those corporations which found its way into our run of the mill [...]

Whoever can name the source of that lyrical pun wins my eternal praise. While I taunt Abo with my daily dose of warm daylight and ultra-violet vitamin A, I must admit that mornings and nights have been torturously cold here in Sunny Diego. I don’t get it. As I type this it’s gotta be at [...]

I am an evangelist of two things. The first should be no surprise, it’s blogging. I am obviously alone in this, but I think that everyone should have a blog. They ask me why, I ask why the hell not. Leave something for their grandkids. I wish I could get my grandma to blog. She’s [...]