Saturday, September 20, 2014

Keeping the Viva

{ bright the eye }
This week was a lost one. So much time went to dealing with Mexican Independence Day celebrations during a  heatwave. It was like early July all over again. Except more uncomfortable.  I lost writings because the electronics couldn't deal with the temperatures in the house. My work laptop kept overheating.
I tried to go with it; make the most of the whole experience. I mean, 'magic' is supposed to happen when you are forced out of your comfort zone... meh.
My thoughts get a little ahead of circumstance now that the heat has had it's run. I roll my eyes at the prospect of  wearing gloves and winter coat inside... I might officially hate this house...
So some of this writing that I lost was another version this very blog post. It was going to be all about the parade. Oh the parade- let me start again about the parade.
Preparations started well before the start of it.
I mean there were these kiddy hit squads that got together right out front and began doing their drills at like 7:30am.  Mexicans have enough fervor for pageantry to get them up so early!? They probably hadn't bothered to practice all summer and were trying to make up for it. So I was up, and there was drumming and trumpeting and no way to get back to sleepland. The was is shut, people.
Human wanted to go out to get pictures of the people and said he was going to bring back an energy drink... he returned at about 1pm empty handed. So I was in wait mode the whole damn time. I made an effort to find him out on the street. I just got so many uncomfortable looks, I gave up and stayed at the gate. From there, it seemed like this parade formed everywhere on the boulevard at once.
They stalled until 11am or so because all the ranchers showed up late like the divas they are. Yeah, even the military came rolling up late in their pixel desert camo, and the antique cars are ever impressive,  but it was the ranchers that took the spotlight. I knew they were gathering. I saw them trickling to the back of the line up. I just had no idea there would be so many.
My sleep deprived brain could not even count the number of horses. I don't think I have ever seen so many horses together at one time here. My modern suburban/urban, sleep deprived brain all too aware that it was perceiving a rare thing. And for that, I went into the house when it was over and actually sobbed a bit. Second to needing proper rest, I think I need to invest in a better camera... or a good lense...

{ drilling while we wait. and wait }

{ all going the the wrong directions }

{ today's make-believe playtime theme: arrested }

{ Estrella- nervous at the gate }

{ not painting it black. painting it viva }

{ so many things happening here }

{ marvelous nonsense }

{ making a stand against the 'big dogs'  }

{ bikes ain't got nuthin' over horses }

{ yes. that is all beer. }

{ classic 'ew fingers,' but on horseback }

{ fresa ranchers }

{ thee parade queen }

{ interactions }

{ just wow }

Sunday, September 14, 2014

Saturday, September 6, 2014

Friday, September 5, 2014

Nothing else for it.

{ Familial feet }
Blog's been quiet for a while now. I'm sure by now all six seven of you subscribed readers are desperate and foaming at the mouth to have another precious gem of a 'me' filtered blog entry.
(Can you even imagine the layers of embittered sarcasm in the tones of that sentence? Probably not. But no matter.)

I'm still coming back to myself. Been traveling. Been sick. Been working.

For a while, I purposely walked away from my self imposed obligation to write, doodle, dance, be creative in any way, or actively absorb anything to feed my creativity. I needed to step out of the conference room in my head wherein every one of my creative and (practical parts too) have been basically drinking lots of coffee and yelling at one another, and me; and nothing is getting done.

Reboot.

{ Eastern water }
Thanks to random turns of events, I found myself in tranquility on Martha's Vineyard, then surrounded by family on the Massachusetts mainland: an un-thought out working vacation that nudged me back over into a healthier state of mind/spirit. I didn't ask myself to do anything, but work on a brochure design and telecommute every now and again to the 11249 office. Everything else was no pressure. Even seeing family.
This adventure came on the heels of travel to Spain- Which was truly wonderful, but not healing. Not for me. I think it was a healing for my Human to retrace his steps there. But that is another ball of falafel to deep fry.
The MA journey could have been a running off and renting a room in Portugal for one. I had a very real opportunity arise through a Facebook connection, but I was not ready. Clearly.
With all this screaming and arguing and nonsense going on under the skin/behind the eyes, I went back to my roots. It seemed the thing to do. After a few hugs from family I had not seen in a while, I felt somehow more healed and quieted than I had felt in a long time.

So what now?
It's back to plunging a head on a path that isn't there.  I have a pocket knife and I face the tangles of a vast jungle. Same as always. With few safeties. No such thing as failure. It goes on. Little changes or no. There's nothing else for it.

I've submitted a performance art proposal to to be a part of an exhibition of Rosarito art at CECUT. (And I have to resubmit it translated into Spanish. -Who knows what language now?) I don't feel like I am a proper Rosaritense, but hey, I live here, I have made and am making art here and so, why not show it in a museum? I am not holding my breath for this one. It is all out of my hands at this point.
Usually is.


Thursday, September 4, 2014

Friday, July 4, 2014

The Last Days of of the Trip

It was our last day to get out and see Madrid. So what had to happen?
{Shoes and wet pavement.}
A pollen nastied wind kick up all of the histamines of the city and threw them in my face; all up in my mucus membranes.
As soon as we left the hotel, I was miserable. I should have been excited, but all of Madrid went up my nose and I was horrified at the thought of getting sick outside my usual realms. I did that once in Derby, England and I swear my sinuses (even my ears) have not been right ever since. To this day, I curse that place for my succumbing to illness during that long, chilled night waiting for the stupid East Midland train.
So this vile Spanish wind was bringing a storm front with it. After weeks of sun and hot weather, it finally rained. A passing shower, really. We hung around outside eating lunch to let ourselves get get caught in it. When it got too heavy, we did the city thing and stood under the nearest welcoming over hang until the clouds thinned. This kind of precipitation was enough to drop all the pollen out of the air, at least. I could calm my unreasonable fears of becoming sick. But then I felt... I was overtired, wired on espresso - Full and empty. We were going to leave. I could accept the leaving in a way because I felt I would be back. I would come back to Europe. I would live in Europe. Someday. Hey, I felt that about the UK and I managed to hit it up twice. So why not?
We took one last run around the Prado and went back to the hotel to pack up and pack it in for the night. The next morning and the whole day would be given over to the tedium of travelling in cramped spaces.
Notes: RockStar is a horrible drink, airplane food can give you a horrible stomach ache, TSA is extra horrible for international flights (7 checkpoints? really?), and decompression time is not horrible- it is a must!

Tuesday, July 1, 2014

Real Madrid C.F. Won Something

{They so like masses.}
Then I was reminded about this thing that most American's don't know about called futbol...













I didn't want to quit my Spain reveries before mentioning the futbol. While we were in Madrid, not only was there a prominent saintly festival, there was a championship futbol game that Real Madrid just happened to win. In the words of my Human, 'the whole city was exploding.' Team colors were suddenly everywhere. The police were ready for rioting and had a plan to keep all the drunken revellers funnelled, channeled and corralled. It was a madhouse, but you could navigate it without being overborne with people finding some way to make noise. After nightfall some asshats managed to set off a couple of m80s en Barrio de Las Letras where the streets are narrowest... Does anyone understand wave mechanics? the physics of sound? .. guh. La policia came quick for them.

AND. Just to make this time more surreal, we gathered that there was some kind of cosplay convention going on. We must have seen rangers or elves or hobbits or something pass us by in the dark because out of their mouth came perfect English from a meme favorite- 'They're taking the hobbits to Isengard.' This made me die laughing. Head exploded, as they say.
{Quit smiling at me, bub.}