"The Fields of Trenzalore" by Time Doyle.
"The Fields of Trenzalore" by Time Doyle.
"Olompali", the new 12" EP from Anywhere. You can purchase it here.
Ruben Salazar, a native of Ciudad Juárez, was a Los Angeles Times Journalist who was killed during the National Chicano Moratorium March against the Vietnam War on August 29, 1970.
Read Hunter S. Thompson’s article on the reaction of the Chicano community, on “the…murder…and resurrection of Ruben Salazar…”
Days leading up to and the day of a Mexican national soccer match, you’ll hear the emphatic expression “pónte la verde” - a pithy mantra calling for fans to wear the country’s jersey in support of the team.
Today, me pusé la verde.
And throughout Austin, a city where Mexicans make up roughly 29 percent of the total population, I was singled out by my countrymen for the jersey I wore. The Mexican coat of arms on my shirt – a dauntless Eagle perched on a prickly pear cactus with a snake in its talons’ grasp – was the closest sign of home for them for some 230 miles.
“¿Eres Mexicano?” a quiet voice asked me inside the newly built Belo Center for New Media at UT Austin.
Yes, I told her. And as we continued to talk in Spanish, she seemed to become more comfortable, at ease.
Her name is Paula. She has lived in Austin for more than a decade and is currently a custodian at UT. She tells me that on a given workday you’ll find her, shuffling back and forth between the communication buildings at the school and all along Dean Keeton, the main street between the two buildings.
Throughout the United States, Mexicans like Paula and the other workers I talked to earlier that day (from Del Valle, Texas and Morelos in south-central Mexico) work in menial labor. According to a 2006 survey by the Migration Policy Institute, an independent, nonpartisan think tank, more than 50 percent of foreign-born Mexicans make up construction and service occupations.
For Paula, the way out of this industry is simple: She must learn English. That’s why each day during her hour-long break she sits eating, but mainly watching English videos on YouTube. She hopes that one day she’ll be fluent enough to find a better job. But while only 29 percent of foreign-born Mexicans like Paula speak English proficiently (compared to 89 percent US-born Mexicans) she says she’s determined to find a better opportunity.
And like the dedicated fans of the Mexican national team who have maintained faith even through the dreaded repechaje (playoff), Paula and many emigrants in the U.S. keep moving forward because for them there’s no other option.
Just discovered Lucrecia Dalt and can’t stop listening to her albums. They’re a beautiful mix of layered, lush sounds glittered with surrealist lyricism.
The legendary Mat Hoffman at Fun Fun Fun Fest in Austin, Texas.
*Note: He is riding with a giant leg brace
FRIED FOOD AT THE TEXAS STATE FAIR -DALLAS TEXAS
In 1886 the State Fair of Texas was organized, and 100 acres of land purchased in 1887. Since then it has developed rapidly into one of the State’s major enterprises… In a setting of trees, shrubs, lawns, and lagoons, the buildings of cream limestone, relieved by murals and trimmings of rose-colored Texas granite, reflect the ancient Aztec style of architecture in straight formal lines, combined with modern treatment with a leaning toward sharp angles and large unbroken planes.
—Texas: A Guide to the Lone Star State (WPA, 1940)
Every autumn, the Texas State Fair takes over Dallas’s Fair Park. In addition to the midway games, rides, music, and livestock, there’s a near-overwhelming variety of fried foodstuffs: ranging from simple (fried butter) to traditional (corn(y) dogs) and beyond (deep fried frozen margarita). While naming conventions tend to be purely descriptive, there are a few more fancifully named items, leading to remarks like: “Mom, those aren’t really pig toes, are they?”
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Brenna Brock is a State Guide to Texas who grew up in the western part of the state, but soon left for Austin in search of trees, hills, and occasional precipitation. When she’s not shooing varmints out of the garden, trying to cook native plants, or indulging her cats’ every whim, she’s probably chasing after something with a camera. She posts a photo nearly every day on Tumblr at Mr. Cake’s Photo Adventures.
I’ve lived in Texas my entire life, but I just went to the State Fair this year - I have to say, it’s quintessentially Texan. Bring on the pig toes!
"Museums are for old people, rock’n’roll is for young people" - Spencer Moody
Just got my tickets to see the Murder City Devils for the fifth time in Austin. Time to get my dancin’ shoes on.
The Texas State Fair