I know the next six weeks means a lot for the future of the internet access, more importantly internet access for the people using it for survival and needing it to stay up to date on their situations whether of immigration status or public assistance. What I've seen here in Albuquerque is intense, it's like my students back in Immokalee, they're ( Read more... )

Last night I played with a dog at a backyard party fundraiser. It had been a while since i played with a dog so I kept poking at it to play with me. I want to be your friend, i thought. It wasn't exactly a party I was invited to by the host or the actual person they were fundraising for. I was happy and welcomed in by the host, and through a ( Read more... )

it's time to clean my room. cuz my sister got mad.

The sky is clear now, though all day it's been grey. Between now and eight hours ago, my eyes have been holding back tears. It's all flushed back down, but my face has a hot feeling to it, like when you've tired yourself out with crying. It might just be coincidence that the sky is grey; the day was heavy with emotions, and I guess I was ( Read more... )

I catch myself getting sucked into old pictures. Usually after eating something around 8pm when I get out of work. It's nothing heavy or nostalgic. I've just been doing it the last few days. There's a few that stick out mostly the ones where i'm in aztlan, california, arizona or mexico. When I look at those from the ol' days, la familia vazquez ( Read more... )

Tommorow could change the course of my life significantly. I'm nervous, two interviews, one with the Immokalee non-profit, and the other with the Miami Workers Center. For one, I feel miami would be the best place for me right now. It's not that far, but far enough. Far enough, as in enough so that i can think more about what steps i want to take ( Read more... )

I am really itchy. Some of my friends know I get it from stress. It wasn't until somebody told me once that they notice me scratching when I'm stressed. I want to call my friend who sent me all of her itch medication last year to me, cause i've resisted their use, I feel like my own mind can calm it down, and usually talking to her helps. I know I ( Read more... )

"This is the way it is for a person that's poor, that lives with his family, to be like this: gay, an immigrant and poor is the worst way to live." --I don't know what to say right now; it just gets worse and worse here, like I-town don't give a shit no more. The more I am with the more I hate this place. I hate the perversions of my elders, the ( Read more... )

Late Fall last year, my friend posted on live journal the news article regarding the slavery case that occurred during the town carnival. I was in the CIW office when the men arrived at the office their wrists still sore from being chained and shackeled in a UHaul. I know the U.S. sees the term "slavery" as something archaic. long gone. I know ( Read more... )

I don't even remember how to write a livejournal. There's no formula, but it used to be easier to grasp life and stick it into this little medium. I catch myself only reading my friend's pages when I get on this. And it's kind of weird cause I don't even write comments to them. Just look at them. Oh, but the Jarana is a medium I can't get over. It' ( Read more... )