A Week in the Life of Gustavo

"Seems to think that if he fails to write, la migra will find him."--OC Weekly More merriment available at ronmaydon@yahoo.com

sábado, novembro 30, 2002

How long until our own military uses the tacticts of the Colombian military in order to attract poor youth?

I've had a great day. But now, work.

sexta-feira, novembro 29, 2002

Check out the porno obsession of one part of my ancestry.

The best part of this story is at the end of the paragraph:

Spain has the greatest proportion of visitors to adult sites in Europe, with 40% of home internet users looking at porn, according to a survey of web users carried out last year by internet monitoring company NetValue.

I guess that's why we're so sexualized by everyone else.

quinta-feira, novembro 28, 2002

According to this article, the recent taping promising to destroy the US is not Osama Bin Laden's voice. There was an article in an Arabic website over the summer claiming Bin Laden was dead. In fact, I remember another one giving ten reasons why he is dead. I happen to believe he is dead. But I also happen to believe it doesn't matter; we're going to be bombed by nutjobs sooner or later. I hope sooner.
By the way...

I am still keeping up with any and all moon conspiracy stories. This story in the UK Independent is magnificent and gives a clear sense of what's going on in the world of conspiracy theorists, rebutters, and propagators.

God bless humanity.

In other news...I need to play more tennis.
El Crimen de Padre Amaro is a great film. Wait for my review of it in the Weekly.

Must write a lot, must read a lot. Wish I could speak to certain people, wish I didn't have to think about others. All in all, a bizarre year that gets weirder by the week.

quarta-feira, novembro 27, 2002

I'm just writing something for the hell of it. All is relatively well--that is, as well as it can ever get in my life. Long entry to come later on today. Promise. In the meanwhile, time to study!

domingo, novembro 24, 2002

The funniest part of Osama Bin Laden's letter to the United States...

(b) It is saddening to tell you that you are the worst civilization witnessed by the history of mankind

Funny!

sábado, novembro 23, 2002

Anaheim lost 56-0 yesterday against the Fullerton Indians. The indigenous finally got their revenge.

Am going to Downey to see the USC-UCLA game with a fellow comrade at the LA Weekly. Afterwards, going to a party to celebrate the debut of the Hip Hop Hoodios' "Ocho Kandelikas" video. After that, going to an Anaheim Food not Bombs benefit show. Life is hectic. But I still need to work.

quinta-feira, novembro 21, 2002

No one appreciates me. No one ever has. No one knows what I'm truly about. No one really knows me. I wish I became a truck driver or some sort of office clerk, away with having to deal with humans.

This is what I would say if I was depressed. Guess what?

quarta-feira, novembro 20, 2002

Nothing to report on except...

Went to speak to some Santa Ana High students today. It went all right. I mean, they're high school students and as such, really didn't give a damn what I said--until I told them I ate crickets. They responded en masse with disgust and proceeded to pay attention. Now, if I could only use that line to get a date...

More writing to come...and horrific reading. Until then, the boredom spreads like fog in the Central Valley...

terça-feira, novembro 19, 2002

The idiocy that people do on the Internet will keep me laughing even in death.

I'm finally writing again for the Weekly after my weekend of hell (writing-wise, that is). Am supposed to give a speech to kids from Santa Ana High tomorrow. Should be funny as I attack the Orange County Register with a representative from the rag sitting right next to me.

In the meanwhile, I'm sick and tired of grad school. But quitting is for the weak. I'm feeling not so strong nowadays...

segunda-feira, novembro 18, 2002

Saw Far from Heaven yesterday with LR. The film was great in the Sirksian (no, he's not Armenian) tradition, although I think the black gardener was too much a saint for my taste. LR and I ate Persian. It was a good evening spent.

The paper is done. But I said that already. Now, back to bitter, beautiful reality.
I'm almost done with this infernal paper. After that...infernal reading!

domingo, novembro 17, 2002

Here are some words of praise fromPablo, my libertarian-cum-Republican friend. This message was shared amongst other friends...

I must praise Gustavo's choice in exploring culture via food. I would never be so into Thai were it not for this brilliant young man. He is the Supreme Chancellor of Nosh. Because of Gustavo I know how to eat Vietnamese sandwhiches and Thai Food and Arabic Pizza and all this other wacky stuff I would have never found on my own.

For excellence in eating, Gustavo, I assign you the title of "Supreme Chancellor of Nosh"

I'm off to get some weird Thai soup with squid and coconut milk!

My response...

My philosophical insights will remain mum until Nikae joins the fray. But I will respond to Pablo's lauding of my "noshing" (did my recent outing as a Sephardi inspire your choice of Yiddish?) by stating this:

Garret, Pablo: great Indonesian restaurant in San Francisco. I believe it's on the street that ultimately leads to the Golden Gate Bridge. Indonesian cuisine: an argument for imperialism.

As for Stephen and me, we're happy with our bánh mì.

sábado, novembro 16, 2002

Went to a book signing by Lalo Alcaraz yesterday, writer of the hilarious websitepocho.com. I was afraid not too many people would show up to the event but was pleasantly surprised when the Unitarian Church was packed. Afterwards, I treated Lalo to the greatest deal on Earth at Lee's Sandwiches. We talked, laughed, and he loved the sandwiches. Another satisfied customer.

How's this for weird: am going to my cousin's LM wedding soon. About three years ago, went to her brother M's wedding at the same place. Only switch: then I had a girlfriend who would break up with me afterwards. Today, I don't have to worry about that threat: it happened long ago. Lucky me.

In the meanwhile, I write nothing right now except boring academia.

sexta-feira, novembro 15, 2002

More friends are changing. I'm changing, too, though only in the peripheral characteristics. Life goes on. Will write something more substantial tomorrow, after I go to my cousin's wedding and polish off 10 pages for a class paper.

quinta-feira, novembro 14, 2002

Anaheim High won, qualifying for the CIF for the first time since my senior year. It was great seeing all kids exuberant in a way they've probably never experienced on a football field. May God bless them.

Meanwhile, posted by Gustavo @ 11:55:00 PM   0 comments

Am going to see my high school alma mater play for the first time in about 4 years. Yes, once a Colonist, always a Colonist. Yes, I'm supposed to be over this and in fact, I never really was into it in the first place. So why am I going?

First off, I have a story to write. I'm going to be interviewing Anaheim's running back, a bad-ass who's only a junior. But more importantly, I'd go even if I wasn't a reporter because Anaheim High is my school.

I've lived in Anaheim my entire life, my mom's side of the family has been here for about a century. Hell, even my dad's father picked oranges here back in the 1950s. Anaheim is home and, God willing, it will always be my home. So you're damn straight I'm going to care about what's going on in my city. That's why my Anaheim stories for the Weekly (check out my whole Gigante saga on my website) tend to be my best: I'm wedded to the city.

BTW, if posted by Gustavo @ 5:45:00 PM   0 comments

quarta-feira, novembro 13, 2002

I need to study more. And write. Everything comes with due process, though.
I think I'm vaguely ill. I don't feel tired, but I have been getting hot flashes. I don't think it's menopause, but as my amphibian friends can tell you: in this crazy world, one never knows.

terça-feira, novembro 12, 2002

Some nice words from our LA overlords regarding afood review that mentions Wally George that I wrote for this week...

This homegirl @ the weekly thought your Wally piece was "hilarious" I remember that Nazi from back in the days when I would watch KDOC, when the "poorman" had his show VIDEO ONE, playing shit like Urban Dance Squad "Deeper shade of Soul" remember that shit. Old school homeboy.

Um, yeah. More on Wally soon. Here's something on my Voz de Mano piece...

As I was looking through the OC Weekly website I found your article on Voz de Mano. I heard about them more than 3 years ago, when i want to listen to something interesting in spanish i put on my tape with that one song TJ's more FM 98.9 kept on playing (and which i recorded). I've heard of other bands but i've never really listend to them. The only time i listend to more than one song from Voz de Mano was when they opened for Pastilla at JC Fandango's. It's rad to see Lucybell opening for them. Anyways, there's a shortage for variety and it sucks, but maybe its for the better... as in higher quality music.

So, i'll be purchasing that Polen cd, just in case it really does help me
"ace" philosophy.

I don't mean to bash on my fans, but do they even teach basic sentence structures anymore in college?

Nothing else for right now. Work awaits me...just how I like it. Am supposed to meet CC for dinner tomorrow. I'm glad we can do it and I pray to God she won't lag out. But if she does, she's one of the few people I'd forgive instantly.
Got the results back from a midterm. Slayed it.

Took a midterm today. Should have slayed it.

I slay everything in my path. So why am I always so damng insecure?!

Now I relax. Will call up friends to hang out, accompany me on various eating excursions. My job is great. Too bad my life hasn't started yet.

segunda-feira, novembro 11, 2002

In my stress, I nearly forgot to say this but:

I despise being stood up. I hate it. I abhor it. I detest it. I revile it. I disdain it. I dislike it. I loathe it. It's the worst possible thing you can do to someone in my book.

And it happened to me yet again today.

I'm not a victim that sets themselves up to be disappointed over and over. There's a certain human concept known as trust whereas two individuals negotiate a relationship in which they can depend on each other for certain things. It could be friendship, contraband, dinner, but this is the idea society is based upon. When this bond of trust is broken, mayhem ensues.

I'm about to give up in social relationships for good. Tierra de Fuego, here I come!
After tomorrow, I should be refreshed...until the weekend, when the troubles commence again.

In the meanwhile, here's something sweet from my friend AG...


Sorry i have not been keeping up with you or your articles. Hope you are doing well! You talented guy you. Stars glitter when they see you walk in the night!

If only she wasn't so prone to flowerly language, I possibly could have believed it. I do need a picker-upper right now...
Some fan mail from a while back regarding my Voz de Mano story...

Loved the Voz de Mano piece - especially the "grand Hilburnian tradition" line - SO dead-on!!!!

And yes, even as a publicist I will attest that LA Weekly has done maybe even one preview pick in the past year on all my clients combined, whereas New Times wrote about each of my clients every time they played LA. It was good of you to note that in the article.

Keep up the good work!
--
I try

But at this point, I must study a subject that will have no applicable use in my career. Actually, it will. But I want to go outside and get a bit burned. Am supposed to go out later with NGF. Who knows where we're going to meet, but I'm glad we are. We haven't seen each other in ages because NGF worked his ass off for the Democrats. I wonder if he's happy or sad: California is a Democratic caliphate but the US is Republican country. Either way, I'm moving to Mexico.

domingo, novembro 10, 2002

I'm not sure why only my right hand gives me pain after typing a lot while my left hand is bother-free. Not only does my right hand and wrist give me pain, but now my entire arm is feeling numb. Maybe it's a defense mechanism telling me to stop writing and enjoy the sunshine.

Am going to have dinner later on with NS and CF. Very friendly people, and someone who I invited to my house almost two years ago to eat. Amazing how friendships stay strong.

I know I cannot cook (outside of quesadillas and gorditas, that is) but no one should hold it against me. Someone did. Needless to say, they're gone.

sábado, novembro 09, 2002

I don't know if yellow journalism can be considered an art form, but I totally agree withthis story linking artists with a horrible perception of themselves. The only people that go into art are those who are seeking validation, whether from themselves or from others. I've never met a normal artists; all have quirks and vices so bizarre if you'd see them on a normal person, you'd immediately call your local Bedlam.
Saw Frida yesterday with some new friends I met through interviewing the fine band Augie. Good film, although sometimes I thought director Julie Taymor treated the subject material too lightly. Both characters were much more bombastic in real life. However, Salma Hayek and Alfred Molina did splendid jobs at portraying Kahlo and Diego Rivera, respectively.

Afterwards, went to the amazing Lee's Sandwiches. The greatest deal on the planet here. They liked the banh mi. Another convert. Good time had by all.

But enough about life; time to play FIFA 2002, then study my mind off with boring anthropological studies. I should write more.

sexta-feira, novembro 08, 2002

Yesterday's Voz de Mano concert ruled. Was mobbed by members of the band afterwards; they loved my writing so much. "I'm humble to be shaking your hand right now," one actually told me.

I guess.

A weekend of studying awaits. So does a weekend of writing. A weekend of fun this shall probably not be.

quinta-feira, novembro 07, 2002

Dear God:

Please help me through this life of need.

Your believer,

Me

PS,

Can you tell me where to find the time to read for pleasure?

quarta-feira, novembro 06, 2002

Argh.

I hate working...then again, I wouldn't want to do anything else.

Argh.

In the meanwhile, the Republicans should end life on Earth about a decade before the Mayans said it would. Yay!

terça-feira, novembro 05, 2002

Here's another website quoting me on my Latino-Morrissey article. You can find the exact link here, but here is the quote...

Moz has been reaching out to his Latino fans at least since 2000, when his "Oye Esteban!" DVD was released. Gustavo Arellano of the Orange County Weekly explains the connection very well: "for all the machismo and virulent existentialism that Mexican music espouses, there is another side -- a morbid fascination with getting your heart and dreams broken by others, usually in death." Even based on my limited knowledge of Mexican music, this is right on the money.

This person is based in Berkeley. How they read my article is beyond me. Life is amazing...

I was supposed to cover the election today for the Weekly, but it turns out all my contacts are Chuck Norris--Missing in Action (sorry, haven't used that joke in a while). That's what happens when you go to school and everyone forgets this pertinent fact.

My mom makes the greatest food. Which pains me whenever I have to eat out. But I have to.
Election day is tomorrow and these are the candidates I will be voting for (yes, I do vote and vote proudly. The leftist-chic rhetoric of voting being a perpetuation of the soulless system betrays the very idea of communities making a difference):

GOVERNOR-Gary Copeland

Davis and Simon are sheer evil. Peter Camejo is very smart but is a Green, which means sometimes he doesn't take himself seriously. Copeland takes himself even less seriously, but at least he had the tenacity to spit on someone who disagreed with him. Besides, he's a Druid and his party disavowed his candidacy. Talk about underdogs.

LIEUTENANT GOVERNOR-None of the above

Bustamante hasn't done much other than insult African-Americans. Donna Warren--the time I heard her in Garden Grove--spent too much time talking about Palestine. Sorry for being so self-centered, but you're running for a position in the California Legistlature, not the Knesset. Don't have enough information on the other candidates to vote.

I'd have more, but I'm tired and these are the only ones I can think of for some reason.

I got a new Psyduck today. I am happy. BTW, I met disappointment again today. When was the last time I met it's good twin fulfillment?

domingo, novembro 03, 2002

Writer's block is dangerous when you're a writer on deadline.
I love banda music. I love it with a passion. If I didn't want to learn how to play the accordion so much, I'd learn how to play the clarinet and join a banda band.

I also like to dance to said music. But that's another story.

sábado, novembro 02, 2002

Went to one of the weirdest concerts in my life. The singer was a Colombian going by Cabas, but the real action was the booze given out for free by the Miller company. The crowd acted accordingly.

sexta-feira, novembro 01, 2002

Had a great lunch at Orange BBQ with CZ, LR, and TH of the Weekly. We're the young Turks of the place: two cool ones, two nerds. It is broken up by gender.

Going to a concert to review. Want to go tomorrow to see Sweet and Tender Hooligans and meet up with BQ, but maybe something will arise. I doubt it.
Tonight, I wore a bucket on my head as a Halloween costume. A stranger took a look at me and openly deemed it the worst costume he had seen.

Mission accomplished.