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

sexta-feira, setembro 19, 2003

Work All Day and What do you Get? Another Day Older and Deeper in Debt...

Spent the entire day fugueing like Bach on the keyboards. Pounded out some blurbs for the Rag's coming Best of Issue, then headed on over to Placentia for some good-ol' fashioned sleeping during city council meetings.

Afterwards, commented to an activist that Curt Pringle was a "good 'friend'" of mine. An associate of Pringle asked why I had made such an inappropriate remark. I essentially said that I could say whatever the fuck I want. He said if I felt it was appropriate, being that I was in the guise of a journalist. I said absolutely. He then backed off. Love ya, Curt, but can you please get people who are at least willing to back up their criticisms and not slink away when a wiry reporter stares them down?

Now let's turn our attention to this week's hate mails!

thought Gustavo Arellano’s article on Bustamante ("Fear of a Brown Planet," Sept. 5) was very one-sided. Gee, maybe because the author was Chicano. The three- or four-page story failed to mention the reason why conservatives view MEChA and Bustamante as racists. Their motto or slogan: "Everything for the race; outside the race, nothing." How convenient. I guess that would have screwed up your left-wing propaganda. I fear all racists and can’t believe you employ one.

Rich Zaydel
via e-mail

After 10 years as an importer of Mexican textiles, I have reached several conclusions. One is that Mexico’s indigenous peoples are perhaps some of the hardest-working, family-oriented and decent human beings I have ever had the privilege of knowing. Another is that Mexico’s bureaucracy is rife with Cruz Bustamante: self-serving political slicksters of partial European/Castilian descent who prey on a mostly undereducated constituency to ply their way into office for the benefit of no one but themselves. Bustamante offers Californians nothing more than the same tired policies delivered in a beige wrapper instead of a white one. And, of course, he’s already played the victim race card. What’s so inspiring about that?

Wes Kelley
via e-mail

The first email was rather stupid and insulting. I am not a Chicano--I am a dork. The second one was rather interesting and speaks to some of the greatest immigrants in history--Mexican's indigenous, especially those from Oaxaca. Read Sam Quinones' True Tales from Another Mexico for some fabulous articles on the population.

Now, the Rotten Wire and some Rotten history...


The worst jobs science has to offer.

For some reason, my seventh-grade woodshop teacher would make us read Popular Science rather than Popular Mechanic. His name was Carmine Casucci--and he hated us Mexicans.

The article is hilariously engaging. Here's the list in order:


1. FLATUS ODOR JUDGE
2. DYSENTERY STOOL-SAMPLE ANALYZER
3. BARNYARD MASTURBATOR
4. BRAZIL MOSQUITO RESEARCHER
5. HOT-ZONE SUPERINTENDENT
6. ISOLATION CHAMBER TESTER
7. FISTULA FEEDER
8. PRISON RAPE RESEARCHER
9. CARCASS CLEANER
10. POSTDOC
11. METRIC SYSTEM ADVOCATE
12. CORPSE-FLOWER GROWER
13. ENDANGERED SPECIES ECOLOGIST
14. ASTRONAUT
15. FISH COUNTER
16. U.S. STEM CELL RESEARCHER
17. PLANETARY PROTECTION OFFICER
18. FUSION RESEARCHER

Awesome, awesome article. Also includes scientists reminiscing about their worst jobs and a worst-job Hall of Fame. Please read it.

The weekend comes. Am supposed to go see Oro Solido with the Graduate Duo tomorrow. I'm going alone--I'm always alone. But hopefully not for long...