Notes · · Tucson

Si las buenas familias

Si las Buenas Familias se retratan para consagrar su manejo de las formas y las apariencias, los pobres lo hacen para certificar ante sí mismos la existencia de su principal patrimonio: la familia. — Carlos MonsiváisMaravillas que son, sombras que fueron: La fotografía en México

Photos · · Hermosillo

Elote Truck

Open door of a truck filled with corn on the cob
Sunlight on a truckload of corn on the cob

Elotes (corn on the cob) are sold off of a truck along Boulevard San Juan Bautista de Escalante.

Photos · · Hermosillo

Annual Christmas Eve Haircut

Haircut at Eben Ezer

Annual Christmas Eve Haircut in the Hermosillo Beauty District. Fun fact: In Spain this tradition is known as The Running of The Chins and people throw tomatoes.

Notes · · Tucson

The Sound of Music

  • There are few songs that could not be improved if only Klaus Nomi were still around to perform them. I think this every time I hear that annoying Sugar Pie Honey Bunch song played at a grocery store or the dentist.
  • Every day it's a new Christmas carol stuck in my head. Today, it's The Beach Boys' Little Saint Nick.
  • I'm sorry, now you hear it too.
  • And just what does the "ave" in Ave Maria mean?

Notes · · Tucson

Greasy Spoon Mind Trick

Every time it rains, the yard grows a fuzzy green, like a chia pet. It's all weeds but it's kind of pretty until the weeds get taller and start looking like themselves and then out come the gloves, the rake, and the podcasts.

Lately, I've gotten in the habit of tidying up the yard on Saturday mornings. I get up early and listen to podcasts while I'm doing it. Often, the yard doesn't actually need work, but I want to listen to my programs so there I am with my earphones in, raking, pruning, potting. It's one of those things where you combine something you don't like doing with something you enjoy to trick your brain into thinking you're having fun. Like when we had to go the laundromat on Saturday mornings, we'd stop at Frank's Diner for breakfast on the way, so our brains didn't think we were doing laundry. Our brains thought we were eating pancakes. At least at first. By Friday, we'd even stop saying "You know what we have to do this weekend? The L word." The L word being what we called the unmentionable thing we didn't like doing at the laundromat on Saturday mornings. But by Friday night we'd have stopped saying that and we'd be talking about tomorrow's breakfast at Frank's. 

Breakfast at Frank's Diner

Morning light at Frank's