PIEL DE GALLINA: A HYPOCRITES SLAUGHTERED BANQUET(Multi Genre Project)

In a new page I just posted my multi-genre piece. Warning! I do butcher a chicken in this one, clean it and eat it. There are also pictures of it. So, you are warned.

Hope you enjoy it and that it helps you think over about what’s in our plates.

Food Inc Trailer

A MUSt SEE!

FOOD, inc (trailer), posted with vodpod

The Tofu Worshipers and The Vitamin Vegetarian’s Route To Righteous Eating (A Mock Research Paper With A Sincere Approach)

Modern day vegetarians and health-conscious people around the world are constantly looking for alternatives to improve their diets for their own benefit and even to help  the environment, both valid claims and merciful standpoints.  Nothing wrong with that, but this is not completely right either. Many have been deceived into believing that this is the only route to  actually improving your health and the world’s.

Lo Que Guinda

Pancartas demacradas,

estribillos improvisados.

Abre la boca que te dio

la madre que te pario.

Que aqui no hay lenguas con clambre.

Folliculus Insurgi

You’ll miss me someday,

I am not here to stay.

Keep fighting with me,

I’ll go away.

An Eye For An Eye, A Tooth For A Flat Bottom

Around here everyone seats the same, uncomfortable, twisting in the shape violated, black fake leather chairs.

Peny The Piglet

This week, a piglet joined our mini-farm. My four-year-old son named her Peny.

No MSG!

Everyone who cooks criollo knows what adobo is.

You Hit Like a Girl!

Once more I find myself covered in dirt, sweating profusely, and surrounded by rusty tools. My boots protect me from the angry ants, and the long sleeve is a must for pica-pica filled breeze. I need to buy some nails from the hardware store, so I jump in my pick up truck and drive for about three minutes. Of course the hardware store is filled with men. Some cleaner than I am. I’m so grateful for my aspect, they don’t even notice me. I grab a pound of nails, pay and head back home. The wooden boards, rescued from some old swing, lie waiting for my carpentry talents. A hammer, some nails and some bruised fingers later, my new garden box is ready to be filled with soil. I jump once more on the pickup and drive to my in-law’s horse stables with the intention of filling a few bags with “soil”. My father in-law doesn’t understand my passion for shoveling “soil”. He remembers his hard working mother (of 13!) and right there I earn a reasonable amount of respect. I finish and throw the composted manure, I mean, soil bags (which weight about 80 pounds each) in the back of my pick up. At home, I fill the new garden boxes and transplant some lettuce seedlings. “ Mujer, you brought all of that soil by yourself and made the wooden box? I don’t believe you! Naaaa! You had someone (man) help you”. Annoyed I smack him in the arm. “Oh, babe, I’m just kidding. You sure can shovel like a man, but you still hit like a girl”. Then he runs away from me.

Disappearing Placenta

Dona Maria Martinez represents the last effort of our colonized, nonexistent, self-respect to retain our most basic rights. For example our right for health and more specifically our right to be born and give birth humanely. As I walk trough her driveway carrying the bundle of citronella grass that I’d previously promised, I notice that the spring showers are waking up the underground plaintain herb (llanten). Peaking out some light green leaves, they line the pavement and cement besides her small front patio conuco. Passersby’s walk them over carelessly. She greets me cheerfully with a hug and the usual blessings. She thanks me for the citronella and finds a base to place it with water. “Nena I was just listening to Dona Cefiras ramblings on the phone, she took me all morning” Waving her hand as to erase the gossip from the air, she comments on the sunny day and makes a mental note to remember to hang her husband’s trousers out to dry.