spanishforocean™

I'm an aspiring visual artist based in San Jose. skeptical dreamer/escapist that loves fiercely. spooky, goofy, feminist. I like stories where animals can talk and women have powers. Below are updates, musings, and the things that inspire me. If you want to read about my specific art projects, check out the first four tabs in the menu below.

betterdeadthancoward:

capricorn-onthe-cob:

coolator:

the turkey swiss on rye incident

aha, the full post. get back on my blog.

The Office in real life

(via chulaquiles)

kateoplis:

Mexico City: Sex workers gather to commemorate their colleagues who were violently murdered, two days before the Day of the Dead festival.

kateoplis:

Mexico CitySex workers gather to commemorate their colleagues who were violently murdered, two days before the Day of the Dead festival.

(via neomexicanismos)

"I’m totally an anxious mess all the time. There’s a constant dialogue going on in my brain, and it’s just reminding me of all the failures that I have had, and all of the things I need to do, and all of the things I’m not doing good enough."

(Source: oonachaplins, via chulaquiles)

#gargoyles#boardwalk#santacruz#chairlift (at Sta Cruz Beach Boardwalk)

Early in my freshman year, my dad asked me if there were lots of Latinos at school. I wanted to say, “Pa, I’m one of the only Latinos in most of my classes. The other brown faces I see mostly are the landscapers’. I think of you when I see them sweating in the morning sun. I remember you were a landscaper when you first came to Illinois in the 1950s. And look, Pa! Now I’m in college!”

But I didn’t.

I just said, “No, Pa. There’s a few Latinos, mostly Puerto Rican, few Mexicans. But all the landscapers are Mexican.”

My dad responded, “¡Salúdelos, m’ijo!”

So when I walked by the Mexican men landscaping each morning, I said, “Buenos días.”

Recently, I realized what my dad really meant. I remembered learning the Mexican, or Latin American, tradition of greeting people when one enters a room. In my Mexican family, my parents taught me to be “bien educado” by greeting people who were in a room already when I entered. The tradition puts the responsibility of the person who arrives to greet those already there. If I didn’t follow the rule as a kid, my parents admonished me with a back handed slap on my back and the not-so-subtle hint: “¡Saluda!”

I caught myself tapping my 8-year-old son’s back the other day when he didn’t greet one of our friends: “Adrian! ¡Saluda!”

However, many of my white colleagues over the years followed a different tradition of ignorance. “Maleducados,” ol’ school Mexican grandmothers would call them.

But this Mexican tradition is not about the greeting—it’s about the acknowledgment. Greeting people when you enter a room is about acknowledging other people’s presence and showing them that you don’t consider yourself superior to them.

When I thought back to the conversation between my dad and me in 1990, I realized that my dad was not ordering me to greet the Mexican landscapers with a “Good morning.”

Instead, my father wanted me to acknowledge them, to always acknowledge people who work with their hands like he had done as a farm worker, a landscaper, a mechanic. My father with a 3rd grade education wanted me to work with my mind but never wanted me to think myself superior because I earned a college degree and others didn’t.

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Ray Salazar, Mexican etiquette some white people need to learn on dad’s 77th birthday.

Saluden Muchachxs, saluden.

(via frijoliz)

So important

(via art-is-the-word)

(via art-is-the-word)

euthanizeallwhitepeople:

onlyblackgirl:

I love my skin!

I wish i had this on tv when i was growing up.

This is really important.

(Source: arthaemisia, via ruinedchildhood)

“You must love in such a way that the person you love feels free.”

—   Thich Nhat Hanh (via lovequotesrus)

(Source: onlinecounsellingcollege, via chulaquiles)

Stop shopping at Urban Outfitters.

overtheunderpass:

honeybeeprofessor:

DOnt shop at urban outfitters 

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they literally sold a blood-stained-looking sweatshirt with the name of a college that there was a school shooting at 

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they sold prescription-drug related accessories trying to make it cute

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they sold a board game entitled “gettopoly” i should not have to explain why this is bad

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they sold a super cissexist card with the T slur on it 

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they literally sold this shirt

PLEASE STOP SHOPPING AT URBAN OUTFITTERS

WOW, Ew

(via ruinedchildhood)