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Work 4 Peace,Hold All Life Sacred,Eliminate Violence! For now, I’ve returned from my Joiyssey to participate in the "revolution":I’ve been at many Occupy sites across the country:1st in D.C. Freedom Plaza I faced & challenged racism/white supremacy, sexism/patriarchy, classism, heterosexism & eventually was kicked off the island; then I offered workshops as I drove to CA:“Anti-Racism Geared for White Occupiers”; “NO DRONES” "Successes and Pitfalls of OWS"

Tuesday, November 16, 2010

Clean Windshield Dance

Cars in Hermosillo must have the cleanest windshields in the country!

Not only do men burst into the street in front of traffic heroically and swiftly flaunting their talents, managing to do what stop signs fail to do in Mexico - that is, actually STOP traffic! - but men, and boys really, carry a plastic bottle of soapy perpetual water and a magic sponge that never gets too dirty for the next windshield!

In 30 seconds, your windshield, side windows, and rear have smoothly and gracefully been miraculously cleared of any evidence of dust or dirt! All for one peso or maybe 2! Which is less than 10 or 20 cents.

If you don’t think that’s hard work, think again. Not only are you dancing around cars in full sun 100 degree weather, you are DANCING around fuckin’ cars that drive like maniacs in a video game!
I am spending just toooooooo many hours on the internet still... imagine, over 1500 miles from home and still email and news mail is eating up my time!

Blogging is a priority, and still I've got posts I've written and haven't published.

This morning was another bust at Jung. When I arrived, the young womon Sofia was at the desk and my friend Alan (yet another Alan) was no where in sight. I asked Sofia if I should drive around back to pick up the oil or stay parked out front.

She tells me there is no oil. I try to keep the disappointment out of my face, smile and say, yes, I was promised oil yesterday and told to come back today. I ask for the tall guy (because it is hard for me to say "Alan" the correct way) that was there yesterday.

She shakes her head and says he is not here today. Another young man comes out of the kitchen and explains to me that they didn't have time to change the oil yesterday. That they will change it tonight and I should come back tomorrow.

I am very relieved. At least it hasn't gone to someone else. I try to reassure him that it is totally fine and to just not give it to someone else.

I also realize I had this vision of asking Alan to pave the way at the hotel he used to work at. Maybe tomorrow...

At least this morning I don't have to worry about being late for class. I have class again tonight with Rebeca so I have all day to study and try to find oil.