“Being touched by a stranger and told that I was beautiful didn’t make me feel more beautiful; it made me feel unimportant. It made me feel like what I wanted – to go from home to work with a quick stop at Starbucks on the way, without being harassed – didn’t matter. What mattered most was that this man had an opinion about me, so I had to hear it whether I wanted to or not. He wanted to touch me, so I was going to be touched, by a stranger, whether I wanted it or not.”
I’d never really been touched by a stranger until last year, when I was at the Alley Cantina. I was walking past the ridiculously long line to the men’s bathroom when a guy slapped me on the butt. By then, I’d had a few beers so I whipped right around and screamed at him not to touch women he didn’t know because he didn’t really know exactly how crazy they were, and he and his buddy ran off.
No matter how hard I try to be positive about these things or just ignore them, they are obnoxious and always there breathing down my neck.
- Manipulative people- If you want something ask. If you aren’t getting what you want deal with it or go away.
- Advertisements- We’ve been over this already.
- That Fucking Friday Song- It was funny for the first couple of days, but tumblr, you really do know how to kill something.
- Shallow Girls- Enough said.
- Douche Bag Guys- Again, enough said.
- My Mom’s Happy Go Lucky Theory On New Mexico- It’s New Mexico mom. Big deal.
I’m totally with you on most of this (advertising is evil, I’m not a huge fan of many humans, etc.), but I have to know what your mom’s theory on New Mexico is!
Gusdorf Road, right near Este Es. Tacos from the Guadalajara Grill, con pollo. Roasted green chilis in a bin. Legs a bit tired from walking from the Plaza this evening. The walk this morning, more pleasant: more confidence in shortcuts, primarily, which gets you off of Paseo del Pueblo Sur, or at least under the commercial a road with offramps that anyone on foot must scurry across. El Taoseno for breakfast. Green chili omelet. Worst coffee of the trip so far. Without the coffee, still a good breakfast. Both bike loans fell through today. Walking helped me birth this egg which is a project that i’ve been working on for quite a few years, and actually have a fair bit of research already completed and archived.
This small city, with its Times Square Plaza and its Paseo del Pueblo Broadway, has at its border the oldest continually inhabited urban structure in this part of the world. A distinct meetingplace of ideas, variously old, new, and ancient, as much as it is a meeting place for people. Metropolitan and cosmopolitan in cultural diversity, yet very small. This is micropolitan: The small urban.
Regardless of what bike infrastructure is available (bike lanes, etc.) an off-road, separated trail is always superior to on-road or sidewalk riding in terms of safety and enjoyment.
Here in Taos, where there is little preexisting bike infrastructure, those of us traveling by bike from the Taos Plaza to points south such as Este Es Rd. and the Guadalajara Grill (great tacos!) have a great option, if we have some extra time on our hands and some spare energy: The Talpa Traverse (otherwise known as Dump-to-Dump or Humps-to-Dump, depending on who you ask.)
MTBR has a map showing the trailhead location for the Talpa Traverse.
Pancho WonTon at Take me to Your Liter posts ride description, pictures, and video.
Oh, you’re back!
Oh, you know it!
abandoned adobe, Taos NM (Darrin Phipps 2005)
Exhibit A: There’s a noticable lack of quality graffiti in Taos.
New Mexico State Flag
The Zia Indians of New Mexico regard the Sun as a sacred symbol. Their symbol, a red circle with groups of rays pointing in four directions, is painted on ceremonial vases, drawn on the ground around campfires, and used to introduce newborns to the Sun. Four is the sacred number of the Zia and can be found repeated in the four points radiating from the circle. The number four is embodied in:
- the four points of the compass (north, south, east, and west);
- the four seasons of the year (spring, summer, autumn and winter);
- the four periods of each day (morning, noon, evening and night);
- the four seasons of life (childhood, youth, middle years and old age); and
- the Zia’s believe that with life comes four sacred obligations one must develop (a strong body, a clear mind, a pure spirit, and a devotion to the welfare of others).
“And to the Zia symbol of perfect friendships among united cultures”
Oh, Elementary School
Can that be classified as whitewashing history? I remember learning something similar to that in elementary school, too, and after I learned about all of the horrible things the Spanish and, later, white folk did the the Native Americans, I was quite angry about having been lied to (this, not incidentally, came after reading “Everything You Know is Wrong” and “Lies My Teacher Told Me” in eighth grade.)
A doorway in a home on the Taos Pueblo in Taos, New Mexico. Though hardly the best technically- and this is a fuzzy scan of a film camera shot- I think this is one of my favorite photographs I’ve ever taken. As someone with native blood herself, I’ve always seethed at the way our government has treated the first Americans throughout our history. That someone whose ancestors were treated so badly could still fly the flag of this country was both astonishing to me, and unbelievably moving. That a fellow artist lives in that dwelling makes it even more meanigful to me.
Click through for the picture! The flag is even displayed properly (stars to the viewer’s left), which makes this picture that much more moving.