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Hollywood Mexican
The image becomes the real. We live in a spectacular society, that is, our whole life is surrounded by an immense accumulation of spectacles. Things that were once directly lived are now lived by proxy. Once an experience is taken … Continue reading
Posted in Analysis, commodities, Fotos, Greater Los Angeles, La Comida, Pendejadas, Shit I hate, This Chicano Life
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New Year’s Eve 2013 in El Centro
Everything Los Angeles touches turns to shit. That phrase came out of my mouth at least twice on New Year’s Eve at the Grand Park event, possibly more but I can’t remember. Of course, it was in reference to local … Continue reading
Posted in Analysis, El Centro, Fotos, Gente
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Grand Central Market: Reinventing Itself to Death
I’ve been visiting the Grand Central Market quite regularly since I started working Downtown. It’s always been a good place for a few reasons, mostly for some cheap veggies, a good source of dry chiles and spices, and sometimes for … Continue reading
Posted in Analysis, El Centro, Fotos, Shit I hate
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Figueroa Produce Kaput
North East Los Angeles is definitely on the road to regrettable gentrification, as richer people start to buy up the places poorer people didn’t even think were worth owning. Crappy homes bought by shitty people. What will become of the … Continue reading
Spanish Perceptions on the LA Riots
I am going through my folder of old draft posts, which goes way back, and deciding to just post that shit, since it doesn’t really matter if I do or I don’t cuz nobody cares anyways. I was hoping to … Continue reading
Downtown Trees
In societies dominated by modern conditions of production, life is presented as an immense accumulation of spectacles. Everything that was directly lived has receded into a representation. — Some Dead Guy