is W A Y shape

1. attend school in a really outlandish place like Sydney, Australia when your parents live somewhere really ridiculous like Plano, Texas. this works perfect especially since you wont get any sleep for at least 24 hours straight, and will have to go through several security checkpoints, and deal with real-world creepies while in a very well-maintained, very drunken, drugged, and sedated state at all moments. alone.
2. do not sleep the night before, maintaining a semi-hungover wakeful state that will vary in drunken stupour in a plane-ride dependent status
3. have a ginger tea four hours before boarding
4. allow plenty of fuck-up time when making way to airport
5. order a silver cab, but take the wilder red, pimped out fluffball because its closer to the corner where youre standing
6. make friends with the cracked out driver, give him the directions, and then end up teaching him how to use googlemaps on his ifone while getting lost in midmorning traffic
7. still make it early to airport to pick up food and transport allowance from western union because you lost your bank card and ur hella broke. also because the other airline you have to take will charge u for luggage since its 2010
8. bring a friend with you who cant afford the cab ride because you need him / her to stay in the car while you waste meter time in obtaining the cash somewhere reaaaaaalllly deep in the airport shopping mall
9. spend 1/3 of ur allowance paying off the driver, while arguing with him that he should at least share some of the drugs he’s taken during his working hours. yes, you are probably still drunk from popping so much champane last night before the futbol game.
10. check in at ticket counter and learn that the second 1/3 of ur allowance has to pay for half of ur luggage… they never told you that in this particular airline you are only allowed one free piece
11. call ur father in mild desperation because the last 1/3 of the allowance will be spent on more luggage moving around drama.
12. throw ifone on the ground, killing it with the smash because your slightly drunk father just told u u were too much drama to deal with and hung up on you
13. scare the shit out of the counter lady, who creates a more fucked up situation at the gate that will be told later
14. spend the last $15 on a beer and a glass of champagne with your friend. while chatting on his / her blue-screen nokia with both parents who have realized that their daughter may just be in some discomfort and obtain all of the flight information necessary for the next airports. one day of no food will not kill you, they say.
15. beer does the job, and calms down the spirits through the security checkpoint. at this point, with all things considered, you have 9 minutes before the plane takes off. piece of cake? this place cant be that confusing. airports are meant to facilitate transport……. and then u realize youre in Sydney, the birthplace of the shopping mall. it takes 10 minutes to run through the duty-free maze and 2 more to figure out that the person at the gate holding the old school fone receiver has actually been paging you personally because youre late, and soon he tells you that although you are there before the plane door is closed, he is going to ngaf and close it in your face.
16. sit on the ground at the gate and draw lots of pictures while someone claims to fix your problem
17. follow a dude named chris to another counter and get scolded for everything any other bitch has ever done, and as usual, in a very soft voice explain what has actually happened, and that you need a way to call your parents.
18. lots more drama. then give counter chris your parents movil #s and pass out on a bench for about an hour and a half
19. be woken up by counter chris with a printout of a handwritten letter signed by your mother, and receive orders to obtain boarding pass in another hour.
20. go back to bench to sleep again
21. wake up with a homeless dude chillin on the other side and wonder what the fuck is a homeless dude doing at the gate and then realize the shopping cart is his luggage. your camera fone is dead remember?
22. pretend its a hallucination and warm yourself in the bathroom with the hand dryers for a long time
23. get into another drama with the new counter lady Michiko because the previous check-in lady has warned about my violent, ifone shattering, outburst. but in the end, there is no basis for drama so the issue is dropped and receive your boarding passes.
24. at least now you are clear for the next two rides
25. blow bubbles while waiting for boarding
26. board plane to Auckland, you are lucky enough to have three seats to yourself, so take a very interrupted nap for two and a half hours. eat a vegan meal with red wine. ignore the aging dyke with tourette’s sitting in front.
27. wonder why everything regarding New Zealand has to do with kiwis until reaching the next gate. get really confused again and be the last person boarding the plane again
28. board plane to LAX, realize youre aisle surrounded by senior citizens, rail half a diazepam, spend a long time putting on eyeliner, then attempt a nap while covered by a blanket from head to toe. get tapped on the elbow by the lady behind and ignore her.
29. get your vegan meal first because youre so special, and subsequently annoyed by the surrounding seniors who do not understand your sense of space and get curious
30. attempt another nap and get tapped by lady behind again. have a mild argument with annoying lady
    “ghrgnrca something something… !!!”
    “i’m sleeping. please dont bother me.”
    “uhgs vs svuns sbhdnkglh……!!!!!!!” :: tap tap tap ::
    “i’m sorry, but i did not design the infrastructure of this plane which causes all these annoyances and disparities. noone forced you to prefer economy.”
    (lady seeks out flight attendant) “her seat is too far back!” (all of the seniors chime in collectivelly)
    (to flight attendant) “they’ve been annoying me all day!!! please help me i am only trying to sleep “
31. awesome flight attendant moves you immediately next to the cutest little boy ever, have no neighbours in front, behind, or beside.
32. ask for rum and diet coke, obtain a triple shot with coke, and dilute with diet coke. at least youll get to play with cups and ice and liquids for a bit
33. intoxicate yourself to sleep.
34. wake up, rail 1/4 diazepam, and intoxicate to sleep again after joking around with flight staff about the neverending ride
35. wake up and have breakfast, the male flight attendants have caught on and dispose of all remaining alcohol before full consciousness. they have continuously been waking you up to offer water that you also keep rejecting. WATER FROM PLASTIC?????? WTF.
36. regain world domination by applying makeup correctly, and finishing the entire breakfast serving minus the cereal.
37. arrive at lax, collect your luggage in a record half an hour somehow among the sea of bags lined up everywhere, and then walk your ass all the way from terminal 2 to terminal 4 in the hot heat after spending at least an entire hour trying to figure out where the domestic side of the airport resides
38. check in, drop bags at x-ray, and blow plenty of bubbles while standing in security checkpoint line. also get bumped continuously by the semi-cute dudes standing behind you. they just wont ever get your attention. the best part becomes when the 1/3 allowance remaining for luggage since the flights were not actually connected gets waived by a really nice check-in counter dude probably named chris or john. win!
39. so now you can eat a salad with lots of guacamole and a black bean patty, and excess lemon juice at Chili’s as well as sip on a tall glass containing a double shot of Knobb creek with soda water AND NO ICE.  ask the person next to you the time because all your electronics are out of comission and there are no clocks anywhere. feel strange becauce you have probably never had to ask a stranger for the time. relax because you have a couple more layover hours to kill. you did try to find a $10 prepaid movil everywhere in the terminal, but failed.
40. draw and color some more
41. board plane to DFW, rail the last bit of diazepam, reapply eyeliner, pass the f out for the entire ride. trip out when waking up because the dude sitting to your right is reading a book and also looks EXACTLY like a fat version of your oldest brother who does not ever fly out of LAX to DFW because he’s just got a different map. pretend its another hallucination again and find it very amusing!
42. eat a bag of salted peanuts while waiting for the luggage and then take it outside where your mother arrives driving your father’s truck.
43. although your cat will run out of the house to play with all the other kittehs as soon as you arrive, things are ok because your father actually made tiraditos ceviche style specially for you, to enjoy with a blue moon beer and melon for dessert.
44. wonder for the rest of the holiday how it became possible that you ever ate Oporto’s, Macca’s, Sweet Chilli anything, arnott’s cookies, and Tim Tam icecream to the degree that it was all normal.

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POLICE MURDER. MURDER. MURDER, MURDER, MURDER.

MUERTE. ASESINATO. ASESINATO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

This is NOT Police Brutality. This is Police MURDER.

Ok, so a few things that I was into when it comes to Riveside is that cops had consideration towards womyn. ALL womyn. even the craziest of cholas were kept safe to a degree in regards to their role as mothers. Another fool with a gun has decided to power trip on a womyn who was just looking a lil dangerous with a knife in her hand. Ok, so that fine and all, this is the type of situation when you take out your tazer and not a fucking GUN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! IN FRONT OF HER OWN CHILDREN. And then, if that wasn’t enough, let her BLEED TO DEATH. Riverside has GRIPP of hospitals and doctors, as UCR has a medical school program that works with these communitites. 

I DONT CARE if it’s the ghetto and you tell me these children have been around weapons all their lives. And that they probably have seen their faily members die all the time.

When you are supposed to be a role model citizen, a PEACE officer, you know, to keep it peaceful, it doesnt make sense that you’d go and shoot mother in the back as they run home for safety, WHO ARE YOU TO DECIDE who lives or dies after a domestic fist fight?? WTF Do you KNOW what the hell her husband had put her and her children through that she feels necessary to run after that asshole down the street with a knife? A KNIFE! seriously, it takes quite a bit of strength and determination to hurt another human being with a knife. Even if you throw it, the likelihood it will hit the jugular is slim to none. Especially if its dark out. Does this render the situation viable towards any type of gang warfare? HELL NO. Domestic disputes are that. not gang activity. I am so angry. And feeling so impotent. this fucking sucks. I’m too far to be able to accomplish anything effective >(.  

I love Riverside. It’s home, its playground, it’s where I learned most of my recent languages.  Please pass this on!

In the memory of Annete Garcia, VATALINA will LIVE ON!

http://www.indybay.org/newsitems/2009/01/26/18565741.php

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leen leen like a chola

there comes a time in a womyn’s life when she decides the persona to become for the rest of her life. usually this is inherited in some way, passed on.

sometimes removal from natural environment or nationality affects the growth of such a womyn, and she creates her own idea of what persona means.

what happens when the womyn in question are determined to be and not to act?

womyn of color in southern california unite through a rather strange and interesting beauty canon which only the strongest and most powerful souls may wear.
this is not because of the time expense, but because of the simplicity of details of the face which based only on their form may express millions of ideas and concepts.

it is minimal makeup, which causes the strongest impression, as we can see through ancient history’s use of elements like eyeliner and hair removal. natural lines are removed and redrawn to create a new perfection.

a sought perfection of communication of personality is expressed as the lines are drawn. the higher, and more intense the brow, the tougher the chola.

the culture of the latina eyebrow, in my eyes, stems from the perception of innocence and frailty that the inherited father’s brow imposes on the girl. In spanish cultures of the colonised latin world, when the girl becomes a woman, her eyebrows delineate her beauty, thick fullness accompanies blushing cheeks and red lips as healthy as can be.
These days, this canon among latinas has changed to the current chola way of life, i suppose in rejection of colonialism and its ideals.

though beauty is not the only desired characteristic, neither the tough behaviour. cholas care about their kids, their lives, and most of all, their vatos locos.

Love is the ultimate answer!

i seek to explore the chola way of life and impress it onto UCR by drawing attention to the persona i will take on, and attempt to more faithfully represent it. i will not record the experience, but I will write accounts of contact and reactions.

i will love my persona as myself.

WHEN & WHERE

tuesday-friday this week = going to class, etc beein a chola

friday, may 2nd its Vatalina’s birthday

so meet me at the UCR belltower @ 2 for a chola kickback homieg

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definitions always work best at the beginning, though they do not delineate my writing:

chilena: (morena version)

pinochetista:

student:



chicana:

local art: so far, the definition I have derived is that of art created in-location, and remains within the area from which its medium has been proportioned. made-in-china “native american” art isnt local art. christmas trees bought down the street and decorated at home are local art. (i am not relating these examples to pagan rituals, etc). riverside townscapes about the mission inn sold in the shops nearby is local art. giant robot toys made in other asian countries are integral parts of LA identity, yet they are not local art. curanto is a hole in the ground from which people bake cookies and bread in south Chile, yet it is not local art unless its remains and evidence are moved to a museum a couple kms away.

post-modernism:

contemporary:

The classification of a handmade rug that is less than 25 years of age. Cotton In handmade rugs, this is the central material used to create its foundation. (www.wfca.org/Rugs/Glossary.aspx)

ok, so keeping in mind that i am not attempting to bore you to death, please giggle a little bit with me. a chuckle or something. una risita

what is it to be a foreign-born latina woman of color making art in southern california, in a predominantly brown-skinned school, hip hop, with a history of LGBTIQQA and polyamory activism, herb smoker, daily bike-rider and burrito eater, AND spanish speaking between classes. Well, to many, that would be a typical contemporary chicana artist living the contemporary chicana way of life. to some degree.

WELL. throw in some physical privilege, francophonie, strict table manners, difficult science degree, rock-solid parental values, otaku-ness, spanish and german surrealist / fantasy literature, french deconstructivism and realistic prose, j/k/hk/c/brit/euro/turbofolk/latin-pop/rock, bollywood and Goa, moderate psychedelic use, drum and bass/breakcore/breaks, and obsession with mexican fine arts. –> ok, this delineates the path which seeks to destroy this chicana way of like, the chicana way of life.

YET, given my provenance alone, I am deemed, the area of my residence also, to be pooled along with the women whose art I appear to be working against due to my subject matter. I am working on subjects un-related to the way of life of a latina preoccupied with equality of living in the space which was protected and kept for ages by her ancestors. Why is this so? I am aware that my privilege has provided me with a blank base of existence, a space where my art is not a response to my “unwanted” presence in the contemporary, post-mexican, post-colonial, pre-futuristic world of riverside.

So here I express my ultimate dream:

From the moment I landed in LAX back in teh DAY (1998-the nth move #1), with my backpack full of books and coloring pencils, wearing baggy levi’s from a previous trip to Las Vegas, and my favorite green Chilean designer top, I decided that my one goal in life must be to become the toughest and roughest Cholita the world ever saw. Those thin arched eyebrows, that pink-gold-salmon eyeshadow, the white eyeliner, and most of all, the burgundy lipstick with the dark lipliner… the dickies w the crease, the fat white shoes with the wiiiiiiiiiiiide laces, and the PERFECT hair. EEEEVERY day. I must have gained about 15 kgs getting my face as round as possible, my hips as wide, and my thighs as thick. I chopped my hair off to the core (my curls just weren’t perm-y enough), yet I still viewed head gear as a sigh, a sign of weaker gender, so I avoided bandannas, walking around in my new body and image, a chubby-lookin whitewashed pretend Vata.

Of course this didnt in reality, work. lots of persona studies came after that, attempting to find an “identity” for my foreign existence where even my latina sisters did not envision my as a peer.

CHICANA ART – according to Laura E Perez, attempts to draw strength for our women through exploration of artmaking as part of autochtonous spirituality. this is mexican land, latina land, and as earths of this earth, we must support and enforce our living as valid and as beautiful as any other colonial woman’s living.

it hurts not being mexican. why is this pattern of chilean artists falling in love with mexico and never going back forreals?? (aka La Ley ja ja ja ja ja) de lo bueno, bueno. de lo cierto, nada.

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