Friday, February 5, 2016


Help! High Aztech is taking over my life! Read all about it in Chicanonautica, over at La Bloga.

And while you're at it, take a chance on High Aztech.

 Try the ancient Aztec acne cure.

An Aztec death whistle may come in handy.

Not to mention legal advice.

Friday, January 29, 2016



Look out, civilization-as-we-know-it, High Aztech, "The Wildly Inventive Underground Classic . . . is back and ready to blow your mind wide open" via Kindle in a new Strange Particle Press edition produced by Digital Parchment Services.

There's a new cover and an introduction where I tell where it came from and reveal the controversy it spawned. With three illustrations by yours truly.

It's only $2.99, and free through Kindle Unlimited.

If that wasn't enough, a new paperback edition is in the works!


Friday, January 22, 2016


Chicanonautica gets into the artists and influences of the new High Aztech cover, over at La Bloga.
 Damn right, Diego Rivera was a BIG influence, on both the cover and the novel!

It's Aztec revival time, all over again!

And it's really happening, now!

Even in Australia . . .

 So, ticmotraspasarhuililis, amigo/as!

Monday, January 18, 2016


Here it is, the cover for the forthcoming Strange Particle Press edition of High Aztech, from Digital Parchment Services.

Now my literary rebellion looks like a classy book that intellectuals discuss in cafes and salons just before the rioting breaks out.

It's a collage that combines images from Diego Rivera's La Gran Tenochitlán mural with the cybervato from Dell Harris' painting Scorpio that I used for my self-published e-version (soon to become unavailable).

Big thanks to Jean Marie Stine and M. Christian, also Samantha Hursey, who created the design, and book designer Frankie Hill.

This is just the beginning – stay tuned for more exciting news!

Tuesday, January 12, 2016


It does snow in Arizona.There are worlds beyond Phoenix, Arizona beyond the Valley of the Sun, up north, in the mountains, where it gets really cold and snows.

There was no sign of the elevator repairmen at work, again. Later, the computers went HAL-9000 on me. I was really ready when Emily picked me up and we headed for Sedona. Driving across Arizona at night looks like space travel – a dark void, flowing lights, stars. If only the roads we need aren't blocked. The motel room felt like a decompression chamber . . .

Snow . . . rain . . . breakfast at The Coffee Pot. Umm, buckwheat pancakes! We forgot to pack my jeans, so we bought some at a nearby thrift store. The red rock mountains with snow dusting are gorgeous – Sedona looks like downtown Shangri-La.

Cruised up Oak Creek canyon, through rain, into the snow until we started slipping in the snow . . .

Places we wanted to hike were closed and snow-covered. Finally we hiked, in the rain, at Midgely Bridge.

Got my boots and pants all muddy.

Had burgers – with pastrami and flaming hot – at P.J.'s Pub & Grill. Off season rainy/snowy Sedona was deserted, kinda post-apocalyptic, just me, Em, and a gaggle of blonde girls on the streets. A woman at a gem shop told us a snow storm was coming. We got set up to ride it out in the motel.

It snowed overnight! El Troque was covered with snow, including the truck bed, and it just kept coming down!

Had breakfast burritos at The Coffee Pot – a new favorite for me, though Em prefers the huevos rancheros.

Also took pics of the kachinas and a cowboy mural, and the snowflakes were nice and fat, showing their crystalline structure.

When they're wet, the colors of the red rocks become more intense. Clouds brush the mountains – Shangri-La-ish. Cloudy with a chance of yeti.

At Red Rock State Park, after an informative tour from Bob the naturalist, we finally got some serious hiking done, and even got hailed on. It kept transitioning from rain to snow and back.

On the ride back home, the sky was full of clouds like an armada of invading airships.

Friday, January 8, 2016


To kick off 2016, Chicanonautica, over at La Bloga, is offering you a sneak preview of my Chicanonautica Manifestio, recently published in Aztlán.

Of course, the very idea of Aztlán freaks some folks out:

But others have a different vision of América:

You have to have faith, and a sense of humor:

And keep rocking that ancient wisdom:

Monday, January 4, 2016


Here it is, another year. We're further into the twenty-first century. Further into the future. 2001 seems like ancient history. So does ten years ago. Five years ago seems like another world.

And what about five years from now?

My interest in science fiction has always been fused with futurism. I cut my teeth on cheap, sleazy sci-fi productions that usually began with a nuclear explosion and a preamble about how, in a world of nuclear weapons, flying saucers, satellites, juvenile delinquents, and beatniks, anything was possible.

Or Chriswell's intro to Plan 9 from Outer Space:

"We are all interested in the future, for that is where you and I are going to spend the rest of our lives."

It's just as true now as it was then.

I just love the wild fantasies/ripped from todays' headlines connection. A long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away just doesn't pack the same punch. When you lose the futurism, it's just make-believe in funny clothes, a sanitized-for-your-protection safe zone.

One of my all-time favorite books is called Dangerous Visions.

In my adolescence, I was into Buckminster Fuller and Marshall McLuhan, as well as Ray Bradbury and Harlan Ellison. Then around the time of the first moon landing, I read Michael Moorcock's The Final Programme and Alvin Toffler's Future Shock. My ideas of the future would never be the same.

Even though Ray Bradbury said that Toffler stole it all from every science fiction writer out there, Future Shock showed me that the future wasn't what they said it was back in the fifties. The Final Programme did the same thing in New Wave fictional form. “The future ain't what it used to be,” as Yogi Berra said, and it never is. It keeps changing, updating, mutating.

Back then, the future was a product cooked up by white guys in white lab coats who worked for Union Carbide, Monsanto, IBM or some other such corporation. We were expected to buy it like good consumers. No use in arguing -- here it is; live with it.

But that was a long time ago. Now we're in the age of Afrofuturism, Chicanafuturism, and other futurisms being born as you read this. It's like what William Gibson said about “the street finds its own uses for things.” Now it's not only finding its own uses, but inventing new things on its own.

Gibson also said that “The future is already here – it's just not very evenly distributed.” It used to be that if you wandered away from the world's overdeveloped hot spots, you were traveling back in time, but that has changed. The playing field isn't quite level, but the future can now come from anywhere, you're local ghetto/barrio, Mexico City,
Lagos,Timbuktu, Nairobi, Kathmandu, Hanoi . . .

And it's not about one, singular future. Futures and futurisms are busting out all over the planet – and maybe beyond. You can pick and choose. Support the futurism of your choice.

Or better yet, assemble some randomly selected parts and custom-build them into a recombocultural Frankenstein monster that will send shock waves through the universe.

After all, it is the rest of your life.

Friday, December 25, 2015


Chicanonautica does a recombocultural riff on Christmas over at La Bloga.

And pay tribute to the Virgin of Guadalupe:

And/or Coatlicue:

So get merry, and listen to some Lalo Guerrero:

And Cheech & Chong (RIP, Tommy):

Thursday, December 17, 2015


Time my for my annual suggestion that you buy my writings, and even give them away as the culture dictates. This time, I'm concentrating on newer stuff that isn't on the side column of this blog (damn, I should do some updating!), or on my Amazon or Smashwords pages.

The psychotropic germ of Cortez on Jupiter, “Guerrilla Mural of a Siren's Song” is in Stories for Chip along with other fine writings in honor of Samuel R. Delany.

My recombocultural post-steampunk romp, “Pancho Villa's Flying Circus” is in Lost Trails: Forgotten Tales of the Weird West.

Yakuza on the Moon face viral invaders in “Skin Dragons Talk” in Mothership: Tales From Afrofuturism and Beyond.


The Mexican masked wrestler genre gets plugged into cyberpunk in “Novaheads” in Super Stories of Heroes and Villains.

Meanwhile, enjoy all those holidays, and make it a fantastic new year!

Friday, December 11, 2015


Catch some views of my art and artifacts on display in Josh Rios and Anthony Romero's Is Our Future a Thing of the Past?, Part 3 installation at Harold Washington College in Chicano in Chicanonautica, over at La Bloga.

There's an Afrofuturist connection:

And then there's me:

By the way, Latino/a Rising is now scheduled to come out in February of 2017.

I can be such a stammering geek who's nervous system can't process all the high-powered weirdness being generated by his twisted brain:

A new edition of High Aztech is coming out soon. Stay tuned for details.

And check out Latinopia while you're at it.

Meanwhile, things are starting to look like this, again . . .