“No arruines el presente lamentándote por el pasado ni preocupándote por el futuro.”
Ángeles Mastretta
“No arruines el presente lamentándote por el pasado ni preocupándote por el futuro.”
Ángeles Mastretta
uff, ya tengo caso un año que no escribo en mi blog. y bueno, en los últimos tres meses me han pasado bastantes cosas…. terminé una relación (buu), me dieron dos promociones (yey) y tuve un viaje que cambió mi perspectiva del mundo – el poder de la solidaridad humana.
quiero aprovechar todo esto……entonces proyecto laura está en full efecto.
sugerencias son bienvenidas….
Many of you don’t know – but I like to write. I go to a writer’s workshop once a week and secretely hope that one day, I can be a published author. Big dreams for geeky me.
Elena Garro was a playwright, novelist, choreographer. journalist, screenwriter, poet, and political activist. Oh, and she was once married to that poet and Nobel Laureate dude, Octavio Paz.
Basically, she was the Frida Kahlo of Latin American literature.
My favorite story by Elena Garro is “La Culpa es de Los Tlaxcaltecas” – below you will find an excerpt from the story. The main character’s name is Laura and she is crazy but brilliant – coincidence? I think not.

Laura Gómez/Latina Geek
Si te gusta Ozomatli, Orishas, Los Lonely Boys o Celso Piña, checa Bomba Estereo – música folclórica de Colombia con ritmos contemporarios.
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In honor of Sonia Sotomayor – who today became the first Hispanic/Latina on the Supreme Court – and inspired by Gustavo Arellano, I have decided to start a Thursday column called “Ask a Latina”
Whoever you are, if you have a question about Latinas and want to a response from a real Latina, well, let me know. I will reach out to my fellow Latinas out there in my twitterverse and we will try to answer your question for you. This is meant for entertainment purposes, and please refer to my disclaimer below.
Dear Latina:
Today, while watching T.V., I saw Shakira’s first video “She-Wolf” and she looks so damn sexy. I can’t understand a word she says, but I don’t care, she is fine. Then I switched the channel and I saw that Sotomayor lady and she was chosen to be a judge for the Supreme Court! Wow, then I started thinking – these Latinas are taking over the world. Some are fine and can dance and others are successful and smart!
But, I wonder – are there Latinas out there that are both?
Best,
Dude Who Wants A Latina Whose Hips Don’t Lie and Degrees That Are Wise
Dear Dude Who Want a Latina,
As a Latina with multiple degrees, I must say that my hips lie. They lie to me, they lie to the boys, they lie to the gabachos, they lie to the Latinos….. well, they are damn lying hips. Especially when those hips are attached to a body that is attached to an arm that is holding a drink.
So, sadly I do not dance but I do have a the degrees. That being said, my good friend Yesenia holds a a B.A, two masters and is currently getting her PhD. Also – she can shake her body better than anyone I know.
Sadly, I must blame my lying hips on my cumbia-loving parents, who taught me how to move sideways, but did not blessed me with the gene of rhythm. But I know for a fact there are a lot of Latinas out there who can fulfill your sexy fantasies, but who will most likely not give you the time of the day because they are just too damn wise.
So if you want to know more about Latinas, please google Puerto Rico (where Sonia was born) and Colombia (birthplace of Shakira). Afterwards, go to the library and check out books by Gabriel Garcia Marquez, Isabel Allende and Pablo Neruda. Memorize Neruda’s Poema No. 20 and absorb it. Finally, if you are every lucky enough to go on a date with a sexy, smart Latina, recite her a verse of the poem and ask her to teach you more about her country’s culture. Maybe she will be nice and at least, you can be friends and she can take you to parties so you can do the overbite dance with her friends.
Have fun!
Yours truly,
Wise Latina with Lying Hips
Disclaimer: we do not represent all Latinas; this is just a forum to voice your opinion – good or bad, unique or stereotypical – no insults or slurs will be allowed.
With the recent finals of the European Champions League and this summer’s qualifying games (happening EVERYWHERE) for the 2010 World Cup, there has been a rise in the presence of this globally-loved sport on Twitter.
The acquisitions of Kaka and Ronaldo by Real Madrid in the last week made me think of ways to be fully informed while on Twitter. Here is my list, along with their bios. Please feel free to add to the list!
This is a guest post by Antonio Espinosa, an intense fútbol fanatic and good friend. He acts as a diversity coordinator for a banking institution and organizes Latino networking events around the San Francisco Bay Area.
In the book Soccer in Sun and Shadow, author Eduardo Galeano tells the story of two Mexican journalists who were covering the war in Yugoslavia in the early 1990s. The journalists were captured in Sarajevo by soldiers and were condemned to death like so many other journalists. About to be executed, the journalists showed their Mexican passports. The Army official looked at them and said “Mexico! Hugo Sanchez!”
Hugo Sanchez was a Mexican soccer player who played for Real Madrid and won the Pichichi trophy five times for being the league’s leading scorer. He ended up being the highest foreign player goal scorer. The Army official embraced the two Mexican journalists and set them free.

This story exemplifies not only how soccer is the World’s sport, but also how it brings people from different countries, cultures, backgrounds, and languages together, and can unite them and give them a sense of having something in common.
Having been born in Mexico City and lived in Argentina with a Mexican mother and Argentine father, I grew up with the game of soccer in my blood. I remember my first game when my grandfather took me to Azteca Stadium to watch a game between Club America and Cruz Azul when I was 5 years old. It was a rite of passage because that day I knew I was an Americanista even though I was born that way without
knowing it. I became one more family member who supported the powerful Mexico City soccer team.
When my family moved to Rosario, Argentina, I found out that my heart was big enough to support two soccer teams. With the encouragement of my father’s family, I became a fan of Newell’s Old Boys, which is one of the two teams in the city.
Si me muero, que sea de Lepra
(If I die, can it be of leprosy)
In the early 1900s, Newell’s Old Boys was asked to play a benefit soccer game against bitter city rival Rosario Central, in a game to benefit people suffering from leprosy. Rosario Central refused to play the game and they have since called fans of the Newell’s Old Boys team los leprosos (the lepers). In turn, we call Rosario Central fans canallas (scoundrels) for not wanting to play the game. While it may seem like an insult, these are names we carry as badges of honor and we use to identify ourselves, which we do proudly. The names are part of the rich folklore that soccer teams have and in many cases are more than 100 years old.
As a young kid, I would hear the names of cities that were far from Mexico City and Rosario such as Santiago, Asunción, Montevideo, SantaCruz de la Sierra, Lima, São Paolo, and many others. These were cities in
other South American countries that I would later get to visit as a teenager and adult by following Newell’s Old Boys play in the Copa Libertadores de America, which brought the top teams in South America to play a continental championship. It is the South American version of Europe’s Champions League where Hugo Sanchez once played for Real Madrid and where he got to play in what was formerly Yugoslavia.
Little did I realize when my family moved to the United States when I was young, that by having followed not only my favorite soccer teams, but also the different international competitions they competed in, my sense of geography and different cultures was more advanced than kids my age who hadn’t been exposed to the game of soccer. While growing up as an immigrant in the United States was sometimes difficult, the fact that this country is such a melting pot made me make friends quickly with others from such countries as Netherlands, Russia, El Salvador, Egypt, and Ghana. While we didn’t speak the same language, the one thing we had in common was the soccer ball and the joy we got from playing the game. It was our bond that helped us grow up together.
Just as Hugo Sanchez opened the door for his journalist compatriots years ago in Yugoslavia, I have learned that soccer has also allowed me to bridge the gap to people of different cultures, backgrounds, and languages by showing me that we all do have something in common and that the world indeed is united by one ball.
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