Eye of the (Political) Beholder

I'm sure it is just me, but when I saw this installation in the city, it struck me as a comment on..., I dunno, how the reds and blues see women.

I'm sure it's just me..

Flor de Piña - Trinidad de Viguera - 2024

The Flor de Piña dance from the Papaloapan region of Oaxaca is one of the most popular dances in the state. This performance in the small guelaguetza in Trinidad de Viguera was by a local folklorico group from Pueblo Nuevo. Dances are learned in schools and there are some young dancers here. Always such a happy time, filled with joy and pride.

 

 

The village guelaguetzas - Trinidad de Viguera

I love all the guelaguetzas.  From the official ones (and unofficial ones) in the city, to the smaller ones in the villages, they each have a different vibe or atmosphere.  And so it was in Trinidad de Viguera, just a few kms down the road. This was really small and intimate one.  Really, no crowds, no tourists, just people from the village... and one old gringo. 

We've seen the dances so many times, but somehow, each time, they are special and unique. 

There are so many elements in each guelaguetza, the traditional dances and clothing and such pride, sense of community and history.  In Viguera it's more like a family affair. You get to share the day with a different kind of audience. 

And see how the dancers kill time before they are on. One of the danzantes de pluma from Santa Ana del Valle.

And still there are the dancers we see in every single guelaguetza, the same, but different.

And of course, Flor de Piña by a folklorico group from nearby Pueblo Nuevo. 

It was a special day! 

I'll post some of the dances shortly.

The village guelaguetzas - Reyes Etla

July is the best month of the year in Oaxaca, The rains have come, it's beautiful. 

And there are so many wonderful events and things to do, mostly centered around the guelaguetza, the huge dance festival in the city.  The city is absolutely packed with people and tickets for the official performances are snapped up immediately. 

However, there are lots of guelaguetzas in villages, more and more each year.... and they are all free and filled with such warmth and happiness, and above all, pride. 

Each year I go to the one in Reyes Etla, with its round dance floor and its famous church from "Nacho Libre"in the background.  It has drawn more and more people each year, but still remains a sweet and intimate experience.  Plus, Reyes is the one of the birthplaces of queso and quesillo and there is a huge expo of all the local cheese makers.  You can even become one of the traditional balls of cheese. 

Take that cheeseheads!

Many of the dancers are from local folklorico groupos, but others come from different parts of the state to dance their own unique dances, like these from Santa Maria Tlahuitoltepec, famous for their embroidery. 

I'll post a few more shots later from what was a wonderful time.  And where will I be going for next Monday's guelaguetza?  The one in nearby Trinidad de Viguera, but first I need to check and see if they are having one. 

Jarabe Mixteca Reyes Etla Guelaguetza 2024

Flor de Piña Reyes Etla 2024

A cunning plan for the garden...

Finally, after months of brutal heat and no rain, the rains have returned.  There have been torrential downpours in the city and to the east with downed trees and flooding... but not a drop here. In the last couple of days, there have been light rains and things are waking up.  However, the dry weather took its toll.  I lost lots of plants in the garden and the kitchen gardens are barren.  This is what it looked like last year

... and this is what it looks like now.

So my devious plan is to fill the empty spaces with plants that can thrive when others fail... bugambilias or bougainvilleas.  I am always amazed to see them in full bloom along the roadsides where they get no water of care and they look so beautiful.  Yesterday, I went to my favorite vivero or nursery in nearby San Lorenzo and loaded the car with 11 bugambilias (7 mediums and 4 small) some basil and rosemary and a huge bag of abono or potting soil.  All for $550 pesos or about $30 US.  Everything is in the ground already and it started to rain just as I finished planting.  I have missed working in the garden so much.  Happy to be back with my friends.

Hometown boy makes good....

I flew up from Oaxaca so I could celebrate the many achievements of one of our high school classmates, Paul S. Grogan.  I, along with many of Boston's illustrious civic and political leaders, was there to hear from Paul and his co-author, Cathy Merchant, as he released a memoir, "Be prepared to be lucky."

Our Clinton Central School (NY) classmate, from the mighty class of 1968, as the head of The Boston Foundation, has been so important to the growth and revitalization of Boston and in developing a blueprint for action that was adopted by over 700 public/private foundations across the nation.  Ms. Merchant was the CEO of the Cincinnati foundation and spoke to how Paul had been the initiator and driving force in advancing policies that engaged various governmental and private sectors to make all of our lives better.  The moderator, Robert Lewis, Jr., is also a mover and shaker, known as a catalyst for collaboration between diverse business, civic and public sectors and a tireless advocate for urban youth.

Paul worked closely with many of Boston's mayors during his thirty years of service and many people wanted him to follow in their footsteps, but he chose a different path and his achievements are legendary.  Really, he was a key figure in making Boston the city it is today.... and Boston is really a remarkable city on so many levels.

I, true to form, had to rise to say that our class knew he would be a game-changer, as we were all there when he was the very first person to ever dunk a basketball at our small school.  It was the 60's and it was still illegal to dunk during a game, so he did it warmups.  We all went crazy, one of my sweetest school memories.  And all the CEO, presidents, heavy hitters and power brokers loved hearing the story.  He went on to lead such a remarkable and productive life, a positive and driving force in making so many people's lives better.  Much love and respect... and so proud of what a boy from a small town in Upstate NY has achieved.

Palm Sunday - Domingo de Ramos 4/2/2023

First time I've missed this in years, but car problems meant a no go this year.

Power to the people...

 Yesterday, at 6AM, the power went out for ten hours.  It was a good thing.  CFE (La Comisión Federal de Electricidad) was installing new poles, new lines and a new transformer and wow, what a difference a day makes. 

The power has always been sketchy here with dramatic fluctuations everyday.  Some days, things like the fridge or microwave would barely crawl along.  And everyone has big surge protectors. About a year ago, one of the neighbors circulated a petition for a new transformer that we all signed. Well, look at this! 

The difference is so noticeable. Everything electric is just purring.  Gracias, CFE, who showed up with a huge crew and got the job done quite quickly.

Knives out...

 

"Get your knives sharpened on the spot." One of the special services to be found on the streets of Oaxaca. For some reason, and maybe it's the brutal heat, but this shot makes me think of Sisyphus... just keep pushing and pushing.   And, as always, the street art tells many stories.  No knives here, but bottles. 

And where else could a simple picture of corn, maiz, which was developed in the Mitla region 10,00 years ago, elicit so much pride and respect. 

This saxophonist appears regularly in different guises. Wonderful stencil work.

The juxtaposition of these three images across from Santo Domingo is good food for thought.  Tourists love taking photos with the figures from Tehuantepec, but the locals are not quite so enamored with them.  You can see how they're are feeling by the scowls on their faces.

And of course, someone is always watching.

What a world...

Trying to get back into the groove of posting after just returning from Boston to Oaxaca. Water is a big issue in both places.  In Oaxaca, there ain't none.... well, very little. The city has so little, it cannot meet the needs of its inhabitants.  It's dire.  It is possible to buy water from a pipa or water truck, but only if you know someone and are willing to pay expensive prices.  And who knows where they are getting it?  And it's even worse for the 22 million people in Mexico City.  No water - no life.

In Newton, it's a different world. There's abundant water, but the city estimated water bills for years due to faulty meters and people are getting huge bills.  Mine was $600 and I was only there a few weeks.  Others have been in the thousands.  I heard of one for $56k... maybe they have a pool.

My blogger buddy, Shannon and I, joke that we are now living in a dystopian world like those that we've read about in our audio books.  Well, here we are. 

Hottest ever... war, famine, corruption.  We are in for some hard times.  This may look like a happy scene but... it's warm enough in Antarctica for butterflies?

Closer to home..

I've been sticking close to home.  I suppose it is a learned behavior acquired during the pandemic, but life is quite full within just a few kms.  I love the sights and sounds that surround me. I mean, these are the firewood or leñas campesinos, the delivery means, I see all the time. 

As I walk the hills near me, I am aware of the sounds in the air.  Being a John Cage follower, it's all music to my ears... the dogs barking, roosters crowing, music from bands, moto taxis, the tortilla guy, the gas guys... and the wind... And don't forget about the smells.

The funny and nice thing is that these guys recognize me and we always exchange greetings.  I think I am more of an amusement to them as the old gringo... "What's he doing out here?"  As the Buddha would say, "I may be insignificant in the universe, but it would not be complete without me in it."

Siesta - Jes' Chillin'

Well, it's been a couple of months since last posting and all I can come up with are Dylan's lyrics,

Time passes slowly up here in the mountains
We sit beside bridges and walk beside fountains
Catch the wild fishes that float through the stream
Time passes slowly when you're lost in a dream.

But not really lost.  I guess I always imagined living this way as I approached what's left of  life. It's the time when you are supposed to figure things out, right?  Madeline, my ex and best friend, used to say, "You just want to live like those old Buddhist monks you see in the movies."  Well, here I are.

Lotta water under the aforementioned bridges.  I've let a lot go.  PDQ Bach just passed and someone had to remind me I once did a concert with him.  And I make curious observations.

When I first came here, all the tourists walked around with guidebooks and paper maps, looking lost.  So I would stop and try to help and there would be some human interaction.  Well, those days are gone.  Everyone, and I mean everyone, has a cell.  I have one, I mean three, too.  But I still can't text with my thumbs nearly as fast as I see the kids do.  Kids meaning anyone under sixty.  And Oaxaca is changing.  Lots more people, cars and notoriety.  I know it is happening in many places around the world and I also know I am part of that change.  I'm one of the old gringos that has brought change just by being here.  Although living like a monk, I try not to rile the waters too much. 

So, I'll return to the dream with the words of Korean Master SungChol, “I’m just a mountain recluse who really doesn’t know a thing.  I spend my days looking at the eternally infinite blue sky and staring at the dancing white clouds.  So don’t be fooled by anything I say.”