The here and now... and what and why

Complacency is a trap. At least that’s what I was thinking when I up and left the comfort of a Yankee prep school gig, where I taught music, amongst other things, for 28 years. There was also that life long career as a composer, musician and artist.

First, it was a year in St. Thomas, USVI, working as a reporter and shooting photography and then, a year in San Agustin Etla, Oaxaca, Mexico.
Time passed.
More time passed and a year back in the Athens of America followed by a hasty return to Oaxaca where it is all happening.
A couple of years in San Sebastian Etla and now, just down the road in San Pablo Etla. Life is good.

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Santo Domingo

Santo Domingo
The view from Corazon del Pueblo

The hereafter re me

My photo
Oaxaca, Oaxaca, Mexico
Musician, photographer, videographer, reporter, ex-officio teacher, now attempting to be a world traveler

Sunday, September 1, 2013

Mess - Chess

Looming clouds portend... who knows?
The chess games continue with the various sides pursuing apparent strategies.  Parents, teachers, the government, the supporters, the anarchists, everyone is doing something or not doing something.  The Governor has said that teachers of Section 22 will not be paid because they were not working, but that has messed up the pay distribution for the teachers of Section 59, who have been working.  And that is just one small point in the mess.  There are road blockades and protests in cities and villages.  And now the oil protestors have joined with the teachers in the DF and that is sure to compound the many problems the government faces.  So the country enters another week of no classes and growing tensions. 

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Oaxaca-The Decade After