I would like to take a break from my break to wish you all a Merry Christmas, Hanukkah, Festivus, Kwanzaa, or whatever combination of the aforementioned holidays you choose to celebrate.
Of course, my break from blogging was unannounced, which I somewhat regret. In the past three weeks, I faced finals, my little brother's graduation ceremony from the University of Texas, a return to Mexico for the Holidays, as well as assorted family visits.
Additionally, we saw the debut of Three Jews and a Mexican II: Three Jews and One Hundred Million Mexicans. Six days ago, the Three Jews came to visit my humble country. I am happy to report that they are all now back safely in the United States, missing a few pesos but, more importantly, retaining all their fingers and toes.
At a later time I will, of course, chronicle some of the events that took place on the trip, from our crashing a Mexican State Congress Legislative Session to our encounter with Meditating Manuel at the top of a Totonac pyramid in Teotihuacan to that lunch where all Three Jews had what are probably not Kosher grasshopper tacos.
Again, I apologize for the lack of material lately. I was either too busy with exams -- at one point I undertook the extraordinary step of erasing my Games folder on my computer so spider solitaire would not tempt me -- or too relaxed on vacation. I will resume regular blogging duties in the New Year.
Until then.
The Life and Times of a Mexican Living North of the Border, Up America Way
Thursday, December 24, 2009
Wednesday, December 2, 2009
Please Insult the Suspect
At court this morning, I witnessed the following exchange:
Attorney: Can you describe the woman you saw engaged in the fight?
Witness: Yes. She was a white woman in her mid-forties, maybe fifties. She had dyed blond hair, I think it might have originally been brown or black. And she was, uh, moderately to fairly overweight.
Attorney: Is that person in the courtroom today?
Witness: Yes.
Attorney: Can you point her out, for the record?
Witness: Yes. She is the woman in the purple jacket glaring at me.
Ok, so she didn't say "glaring at me" but she really should have.
Attorney: Can you describe the woman you saw engaged in the fight?
Witness: Yes. She was a white woman in her mid-forties, maybe fifties. She had dyed blond hair, I think it might have originally been brown or black. And she was, uh, moderately to fairly overweight.
Attorney: Is that person in the courtroom today?
Witness: Yes.
Attorney: Can you point her out, for the record?
Witness: Yes. She is the woman in the purple jacket glaring at me.
Ok, so she didn't say "glaring at me" but she really should have.
Tuesday, December 1, 2009
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