Monthly Archives: August 2013

Coney Island, End of Season

I I went to Coney Island last night and families, children, couples, friends were celebrating the closing of a summer season. Fireworks started at 9:30pm and exploded in the sky for thirty minutes, everyone was enthralled at the lights, the … Continue reading

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On Miley Cyrus again, choosing anger over indifference.

On Miley Cyrus again, choosing anger over indifference. We all know what happened at the VMA’s already, it’s been days. Accessorizing at the expense of marginalized groups, objectifying the bodies of women of color (such an essential component of the … Continue reading

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Dance New Amsterdam Is Closing, A Dancer’s View

Tonight after taking dance class with Jennifer Archibald I was grabbing my bag ready to leave, in a hurry to shower. Before I could thank her for the class and say good bye, she stopped the music and announced to … Continue reading

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Race and Gender, When True Premises Render False Conclusions

I had this conversation at a bar setting one night, and a similar one at some party. So I wanted to share it because it highlights the common denominator view on race and gender that is so problematic nowadays. Friday … Continue reading

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Making Sense of Things

I want to call this account “Slapstick” in commemoration of Kurt Vonnegut’s only attempt to write an autobiography, which, according to him “was a complete failure.” My fictional account will also be a complete failure, because it will be about … Continue reading

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Puentes

(Mural de Gabino Castelan, Galeria Resobox) Ya sé, es tan difícil encontrarse acá, en esta ciudad donde la noche es larga traes tu civilización despierta entre los umbrales del puente y los dioses mientras cuentas los segundos hasta el próximo … Continue reading

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On chance. On bargaining in good faith with destiny.

Here is another attempt to discuss life without mentioning love. I am not sure I will succeed at it, but I might just fool you into thinking that love is not important to me, that love can be poisonous, and … Continue reading

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