Itzpapalotl on Dia de los Muertos in San Francisco’s dirty-hipster neighborhood, the Mission. (The translation and re-conjugation of verbs is my own doing.)
The Day of the Dead, in my neighborhood, is practically the only day in which being Mexican is cool; just as cool as having a fixed-gear bike or having seen the Infidels before [...]

It is a wonderful thing to have a friend as a boss and a boss as a friend. I use the term “boss” loosely, but “friend” is meant with appreciative precision. Checking up on my unread RSS items this morning, the first and second items I read were improbably related. Both by co-managing editors of [...]

September 23, 2003
Cienfuegos, Cuba

This morning, after breakfast as I was on my way out, the husband of the Casa called me over to introduce me to some friends, a couple, the husband of whom is a philosophy professor. We promised to talk later tonight and so on the way over here I began to think [...]