Kid of El Calendario

jugglers... and a half million other things, pretending to be pirates. benign pirates. really.

2007-03-21T16:00:00.000-06:00

Around now twenty four hours ago I was at the cultural center waiting for a show by some jugglers to start. It was pretty good, singing-dancing-acrobats... really makes one feel kind of talentless but that wasn't what they were trying to say so I won't let myself think that. Really.
They're going to do another show in La Paz, I'm not sure when, just thought you ought to know, in case you're in town.

stoplight... what's that?

2007-03-10T14:23:00.000-07:00

We now have a working stoplight.
It must be a miracle!
It came back on yesterday afternoon. So apparently magic is not characterized by lack of stoplights and car crashes (not lack thereof).

last night

2007-02-11T16:27:00.000-07:00

Last night was the last night of the Todos Santos Art Festival Number Ten but I didn't go.

Also The Bulldozer has been painted, pale pale blue with a scene of waving desert grass on the blade and pale purple mountains on the sides. It was painted by Michelle, creatoress of the cows in party hats.

all or nothing

2007-02-08T17:11:00.001-07:00

Tre Galline's pizza place is open.

Estrella

2007-02-08T15:49:00.000-07:00

On the night of the 3rd, of the first day of the Todos Santos Art Festival (number 10! Can you believe it? It's been around almost as long as I have!) a lady who calls herself Estrella sang. She - well, if you're used to live people and kids trying desperately to shove their cell phones close enough to get a piece, a tiny piece, of this wonderful young lady with the nice voice to keep for ever and ever on their memory card, then to you she'd be nothing special, but. Wow.
When someone asked someone else who she was, the other person replied that "she's, oh, popular, but not very popular, not too popular in the Capital and the Mainland, they can't get anyone really big to come out here, you know." Well, their loss.
This continues the tradition of bringing down a singer for the festival. I wonder who it will be next year?...

today is the day of the day of the day of the first day of the art festival

2007-02-03T12:43:00.000-07:00

Swarms and flocks and gaggles of tourists are, well, swarming and flocking and gaggling to ts and taking all the parking spaces (will it ever end!) to see the art festival, which is very nice, yes, 3rd-10th, but might not be quite what they expected. How we love to startle tourists... The town is a very nice town, don't get me wrong, but some (no naming names. No blaming blames. The world isn't a perfect place though.) come here, sometimes from the Cabos, and they're like, "what!" because it's not every now and then a mexican, you see it's every now and then a us person and not just mexicans in white coats serving them, real mexicans, real people, and then you realize it's not a game and it wasn't built up just for you and swept clean just for you and if you try to make a difference we'll laugh behind our hands at the silly, silly doogooder gringo and life will just continue on the way it always was, there will just be one more thing for all the people with cell phones to gossip about, because they were here before you heard of them, of us, and we're staying, but you probably aren't, you aren't Todos Santos material.

But we are, or we were stuck here because we were brought down as minors, or we're in the school system and gossiping behind our wide-eyed stares at the newest gringo trying to explain to the teachers that in the US... In the US! How we've grown accustomed to hating those words, we "ex-pats" and the children that tagged along with them and were grudgingly accepted - it means that not in a million years will you be Todos Santos material, because you won't let go. You have to abandon your news or you're stuck crying like a fallen baby bird, "home, home!" only you're saying "in the US, in the US...". And none of us are listening.

I'm off to the art festival now.

Well.

2007-02-02T16:11:00.000-07:00

Do I have a lot to tell you? I suppose I must, mustn't I? For some reason I can't remember any of it.

Sure, El C is out online and in paper. We got the shipment at 5:30 am today. But I know that there must be something else important or at least interesting, but I can't think of what. Oh well.

I'm at Galeria On-ce, in dad's office, as I am quite a lot. The sky is clear, though it was raining raining raining for, approximately, most of the time my grandmother was here.

And then it stopped.

Because this blog is supposed to be news I don't feel like I can post what I please, but, oh well, I suppose I am, anyway, right now.

So. How was that?

Well. This is awkward.

So I'm just going to post this already.

Rain. Dany's cooking class. More rain. Buena Vida, is the name. Mud. Clear skies. Bad roads. Iguanas. What next?

2007-01-20T14:32:00.000-07:00

SO!

It's been cloudy and hazy and everything for the last two weeks, but today, you can see the sky and a lot of it! I'm getting ahead of meself though...

Last two weeks: Cloudy, hazy, drizzly.
Thursday: The head chef of the Hotel California, Dany Lamote's cooking class debuts with delicious results. Some of the leftovers were in Dad and I's breakfast frittata, in fact.
Friday: Most sane people don't go to school due to rain - who's going to walk through soup? Rain continues nostop through day. I have to put my backpack in a plastic bag to put it in the back of Dad's pickup.
Dad and I get a pizza to go at Buena Vida, which is what the name of Jessie's place turned out to be. The atmosphere was wonderful and many people were sheltering from the cold water sprinkling, bucketing or dripping down, and the sticky mud rising up. Even the Copes were there, because Michael* would get rained on while he cooked at La Copa - wait, I didn't tell you about that either? Gods above and below! Well, he's cooking at the La Copa wine bar Wednesday Thursday and Friday.
Saturday - in other words, today -: Clear skies! Dios mio, really? I thought it would never happen!
The problem is, the water wore holes in
-Paved roads
-Dirt roads
so there's potholes, potholes EVERYWHERE. I am NOT KIDDING.
Also at La Iguana there's reggae(-ton? I'm not sure) music on Friday and Norte~no (there's supposed to be an ~ n there but I'm to lazy to open up Word and type one and paste it in and deal with the attached annoying tags) (northern) music on Saturday. I have yet to go :(.

*Does the name sound farmiliar? He's the author of Howard and Michael and a great cook and painter. (He may sound farmiliar for other reasons if you are Pat or Lane Cope or Eric Ochoa, etc. I'm just listing a couple reasons!

14 days

2007-01-13T14:41:00.000-07:00

...to yet more pizza. From the creators of Le Tre Galline, comes ANOTHER PIZZA PLACE!!

Sorry, I don't know the name.

Sorry! Sorry! Sorry!

2007-01-06T11:10:00.000-07:00

I really am sorry I haven't posted in so long! Well, so this is the up-to-dateness:

Christmas, as seen from Boxing Day.

Bye-bye, 2007.

So. Well. News.

Pizza pizza pizza is the news! We went from none to a ton... wait did I cover that already? Anyway here are the people with zee pizza:

Il Giaridini: An Italian restauraunt with not just pizza, but really good pasta, and salads, and...
Jessie's Place: Face it, I'm not sure if that's the real name. But hey, Dad says they're good (I haven't been there :( ) and that the pizzas are the perfect size for one person. More on them once I go there.
The Sandbar: has all-you-can-eat pizza on Wednesdays - not that convinient if you're a light eater, but if you are the whole H familly (five people, three of whom are boys in between the ages of eleven and eighteen) and me after a day at the beach (they're in Pescadero, so they're good if you're coming back from a nice long day at Cerritos) (i. e., five or six pieces each ;) ). Also the ambiance is nice.

In conclusion, this is pretty darn cool that we have all this pizza - and as long as we're talking about food, Suki's is OPEN! Yay! Korean food! Yay!

'Tis the season to be stressed out, can't find a parking spot, tra-la-la-la

2006-12-24T15:57:00.002-07:00

Well. Plenty 'o people are in town for Christmas but for some reason I'd expected more! because it is the holidays! Local businesses were clogged up if they offered apparel around the time of the school parties because of the social pressure to model a brand-new, never-before-seen outfit, down to the socks, at every party. Yours truly was busy; the curse of being a ruthless procrastinator. And several houses will be clogged up with useless knickernacks which they thanked the givers for insincerely, plotting the donation of the poor porcelain things to the tianguis next year, to be passed around to clutter more closets.

That is Christmas.

I am being a willing participant.

But why does everyone have to park right in front of my dad's photo gallery, Galeria On-ce?

I am not dead, either.

2006-12-24T15:57:00.001-07:00

But I think you noticed.

Stupid New Money

2006-12-24T15:54:00.000-07:00

They've come out with a plastic fifty... all well and hard to forge but they rip easily, so then if you have a ripped fifty/twenty no one will take it and it's like one of those games where you're passing something around and at the end the person who ends up with it looses, it's like that only this isn't a game its real life and money.

Dad is not dead.

2006-12-01T16:40:00.000-07:00

Dad just told me today that he thinks the people who read his blog probably think he's dead or something. Well he's not. And he's too young to die so don't go getting any ideas. Just thought I'd let whoever reads this know.

The Gallery Week

2006-11-28T17:00:00.000-07:00

Last week, while also being Thanksgiving week, was unofficially the Gallery Opening Week-- La Galera had an opening, and Galeria On-ce [11] had its too. At La Galera I temporarilly lost my hat but I got it back a couple days later.
Galeria On-ce is the joint effort of Jack H. and my Dad to make a photo gallery. That's actually where I am -- the building's roughly a square, with almost one-quarter an outdoor bit that's just roofed with the same flat concrete one, then the three rooms take up almost all of it, with two little storage rooms and a bathroom in the remaining thin rectangle-- I'm in the room that borders on the back part: my Dad's office.

Huston, We Are Propping Up The Ganda

2006-11-14T13:43:00.000-07:00

^{The other day, conversation in the car, listening to ... Cabo Mil I think.}
Raido: *static static static* Entonces hay una obligacion social a ayudar en el dessarollo *dissolves in static*

Mom: What was that?

Me: *translating carefully* There is a social... um, I think it's obligaiton, yeah, obligaition to support development...

Mom: Well that's propaganda! What about the developement at the expense of the enviroment?!

Road Troubles- No End In Sight

2006-11-10T19:03:00.000-07:00

By Dad's office (Galeria On.ce [11]) They ripped up the crosswalks [crossrocks] and put in... A vein of cement? How weird!

Some Photos

2006-11-05T12:11:00.000-07:00

These are from the fair.

Traffic Accident

2006-11-04T16:40:00.000-07:00

There was a traffic accident on the road to Cabo. A semi-trailer hauling a bulldozer and a dump truck-- I don't have many details yet, but apparently it was very nasty, blocked both lanes for four hours. This is why they are trying to spread road education-- I just wish the videos weren't so nasty!

Crossrocks update

2006-11-04T16:30:00.000-07:00

All evidence of ripped-up crossrocks are gone. They don't seem like they're in any special hurry to clean up from when they made them, though.

Sayonara, Ex-Crosswalks!

2006-11-02T13:36:00.000-07:00

Remember the crosswalks, made of rock and thus termed cross-rocks? Well, they had to hurry to get them done by Oct. 28-- so guess what! They're being ripped up.
AGAIN.
Am I the only one who thinks that workers and angry drivers in a hurry will be a permanent addition to the Main Street?
For the sake of local sanity, I hope so. How I hope so.

2006-10-31T17:27:00.000-07:00

I now have 2 new blogs! Say hello to: It's Raining Cats and Frogs! and Book-Worm's Reviews!!

We are a Pueblo Magico...

2006-10-24T16:38:00.000-06:00

...Full of problemas.

But still, we're magic.

And isn't that cool!

2006-10-21T17:18:00.000-06:00

Boy oh boy do I have a LOT to say!

The furniture store by Miguel's Restauraunt has actual furniture in it! Who would've thought?
There is a Hot Dog Cartel Conspiracy! They all raise their prices at the same time, darnit! The price went up by 20%!
They are doing all the crossrocks in red rock. That is all well and good, but it is driving the grownups (some of them) nuts because the main drag is all ripped up! At least they have to be done by monday, because... (*whispers* I gave you a segue there. Worship me, bogglefish of the world!)
Monday is the Big Big Day of Official Pueblo Magico-ness!! The Guv'nor is coming to inagurate the whatnot and TS gets to be a Pueblo Magico! As long as they don't give us long dumb skirts that you can't kick in without showing your knickers, I'm happy with it.
The road to Las Tunas may have seen a road grater (holy day!) or at least a front-end loader; aka, there are not bumps so horrible that my head bangs on the ceiling. Good.
It was getting colder (at last!!!!) but then it started getting warmer, and now I can't wear pants any more! No fair!
I have a username on Mugglenet chat: Dragon-Cat.

I must have...

2006-10-17T18:11:00.000-06:00

The most infuriating teacher on the planet.

One of the most voracious appetites for the printed page (no, not literally) that I know of.

The only cats named, respectively, Milldred Millicent Aslana Hubble, Diana Athenae Ying Simease, and Nostradamus Kay Lloyd, the last of which comes if you go, "NOSTRADAMUS KAY LLOYD! WHERE ARE YOU!" or just say his full name. Loudly.

Um, a laptop called the Cattop?

I think that's all for now. but my teacher really IS infuriating. It doesn't help that I don't like her. Because she's infuriating?

I'm being hopeless, I really am. I'll post this so you will be warned. Nyahahahaahahahahahah! Rosesalyyn, stop it.