8/2/2002
I haven't written on my journal for a while. My life has been very hectic with school, and not finding a job, and problems with Alejandra, and the baby, and just everything seems to add and add and add up until Babel collapsed. Not really, I know people didn't understood each other and had to go separate ways. This is also the Bible's way of explaining why there are different languages.
Anyhow, I hadn't been able to write. I'm also putting up new sections on my page, I want to add three new sections: books, current issues, and a Liberatory Education page. I just want to keep a diary of books I'm reading, as well as comment on past readings that have marked my perspective on things. The current issues sections is just a change for me to share some of the news I get, mainly through email, that otherwise I would not know about if I'm just hooked on mainstream media. I swear, I can't stand t.v. anymore, all the shows are stupid and the news are so one sided, at best, and just blind at worst.
Well, I found a job, but so did Alejandra. Now the problem is figuring out who takes care of Quetzalli and when. I think I'll just let Ale work, since my real job is about to start anyways. I can't believe that people, a family, can survive on 7 bucks an hour. If you work full time, you'll earn about 280 dlls, that's not even enough to pay the rent and bills. En verdad, I have learned to respect the working class (who I kind of belong to). I'm a student right now, in a way, I won't have to go through what my parents went through. Se matan just for a few bucks. Even if they are sick, they still go to work, pues hay que tener pa' la renta y pa' comer, y los niņos quieren y quieren. Yo de chiquito nunca supe apreciar el sacrificio de mi madre, until now that I have a family, I understand how hard must have been for her.
I can't sleep right now, too much stuff on my mind. Ale's parents came to visit, that's nice. I actually like it when they come over, I can see that they love Quetzalli. Today they kept her up until 10pm, and she was so hyper. Is nice to see my daughter happy.
Ale and I are still finding out how to co-exist. But life is beautiful, and what is life without someone next to you. I love her, I just need to say it to her more often. (if you are reading this babe, te quielo muncho).
In case you guys are wondering, the lady in the picture is my grandmother, Oliva Luna Niņo, the best grandma in the whole wide world, neta que si. She raised me through half of my childhood con frijoles tortillas de arina and chile con carne. My mouth waters just remembering the kitchen's delicious smells. I loved doing homework in the kitchen. Sometimes grandma would sing a song, y era como estar en el cielo. She was God.
Bueno, I should go to meme.
p.s. tomorrow, a los taquitos. yum yum como estas nicolas, me das un dolar pa'l bas que tengo ganas de probar unos taquitos con chile para alegrar al paladar.
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