Thursday, March 23, 2017
The Metro Phoenix Area has skipped spring, and gone directly to summer. I've broken out the luau shirts, unfashionable cargo shorts, and chanclas. Some folks are saying that it'll cool off again, but it looks to me like we're in for a long, hot summer.
What else could we have in 2017?
Birds are still shitting on the head one of the Buddhas in our backyard. I don't consider it to a tragedy or an outrage. It's really funny in a zen-like way. I enjoy contemplating the slow disintegration of the bird turds in the heat and ultraviolet radiation.
Yeah, weirdness abounds . . .
The other day, not far from our favorite burger joint on Glendale Avenue, around the corner from a bearded homeless person in a dress, we saw a van customized to look like a pig – a remnant of a defunct business.
Later, there was a stretched, bent Hummer parked in front of Safeway. A Latinx bride, groom, and wedding party, all in formal attire, wandered the aisles.
And our neighborhood rooster has been sleeping in, and not crowing until after eight a.m.
I know that this sounds like notes for the script for a surrealistic art film that's maybe a little too derivative of Un Chien Andalou, but that's the world we're living in. Reality doesn't care if it doesn't make sense. And it doesn't give a damn about aesthetics.
At least we aren't buried up to our waists in the sand, being devoured by insects. Yet.
Friday, March 17, 2017
It all started with a Kickstarter campaign:
And it ain't no ghetto:
More like a galaxy:
With the imagination going wild:
Thursday, March 9, 2017
Just a quick reminder, nenatzinme, you can get copies of High Aztech that you can get physical with! And no electronic wizardry required to read it.
Join the international conspiracy to make it available at your local and campus bookstores, public and school libraries, and other places where culture breaks loose and runs wild like it should.
P.S.: The same goes for Cortez on Jupiter!
Friday, March 3, 2017
They take place in Tenochtitlán:
Or, as they say these days, Mexico City:
One's about witches:
The other is about vampires, and dedicated to Germán Robles: