A Mi San Antonio, Canto

just back from san anto, 4 day vacation.
poetry in Market Square. talent displayed, faces hidden: Anel and Maria. i found a ten dollar bill in an HEB shopping basket after the first set, then after everything was finished, i gave that ten dollar bill to a homeless family. though i am a generous guy, this was not my idea. i guess i'd hoped God wanted me to have $10. but now i think God wants me to break even.
stayed with Mara & Leonard one night. they rock, and the Mutts rock. and they're coming to visit us in august (the people, not the Mutts).

the Museo Alameda opening parade. marched holding a banner, did anyone catch what the banner said?
these photos, they're self-explanatory.

hotel contessa, where they treated us like they thought we were rich. kinda afraid to touch anything, at least until the hotel pachanga got going. thought we caused the 3am evacuation, hundreds of tourists outside in their pajamas - except us, all fully dressed with cocktails in hand. turned out there was a better/worse party on the 5th floor. and they were the culprits. 5th didn't even set off the smoke detector, they just pulled the fire alarm. amateurs.

celebrity gossip: Ritchie Valenz and Frida Kahlo are dating.
and that's a Guernica mobile, by kids from the Jump-Start arts program. displayed last saturday during Public Axis Of Evil. which was funny, offensive, and funny.

a meta-piñata, and a Lydia Mendoza dress. both stunning, both in the Museo. huge, inspiring "history of conjunto" exhibit. while conjunto bands playing outside for our dancing enjoyment.

i, for one, did not look forward to LA again. but i had to teach the next morning, and i'm not ready to quit school. yet.

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