Chicanonautica goes to the Moon and beyond, at La Bloga . Because of the Artemis II flyby:  And Chicanos do things poetic: With our own s...

  My wife brought in a bookshelf that used to belong to the Bombay Book Club (a family heirloom), and in her ingenious way found space f...

Chicanonautica gets holidazed, at La Bloga . Suddenly, La Cultura is in flux:  Can new faces in an ancient tradition help?  How about the o...

Each Spring gets weirder. I find myself gritting my teeth while my eyelids twitch. I’ve been expecting some kind of global trauma ever sinc...

It's a rasquache word game in Chicanonautica , at La Bloga . Because words can make you crazy: Like Chicano:  And Latinx: Can AI be defe...

I hate to start with a cliché, but this year is going by so fast. March already. How did it happen? Is it World War Three yet? But I d...

  Chicanonautica exposes my secret mind movie, at La Bloga . El Topo  is my favorite western, so it's not an ordinary burrito: So why n...

  The jungles in my life owe more to Max Ernst than Edgar Rice or William S. Burroughs. The pulp/B-movie ambiance is mostly in my head...

  Chicanonautica investigates an old Mexican movie at La Bloga . It's  El Signo de la Muerte  from 1939: Starring Cantinflas: Directed ...

I am not trying to predict the future.  Like Ray Bradbury, I often write to prevent futures. I never expected to live in a world similar to ...