Response to La Rebelde
Apologies to our dwindling readership for our recent blog silence. La rebelde has tagged ME with a meme, but we were so busy traveling that I only now discovered it. Here it goes.
I am sorry to say that we spoke too soon. Welcome back, Jerry, you f***er.
I am all misty-eyed after reconnecting with our dear friends in Texas and seeing my former students walk at the Mexican American Studies graduation.
I am still seasick after seeing the Birthday Movie, Pirates of the Caribbean III, which buries a subversive allegory about the Terror War under a load of special effects, fight scenes and frivolous plot twists.
I am picking dirt out of my fingernails after planting ten potato plants that sprouted from scraps in the compost pile.
I am putting off writing my syllabus for a summer anthropology course that starts next week.
I am suspicious of the commodity fetishism implicit in the term "meme."
I am getting ready to drive my wife to begin her training under the cruel tutelage of the masters Xeloda and Bevacizumab (tomorrow). Everybody says to fight, but they don't remember that you have to go through an apprenticeship first.
I am not buying canned cat food anymore.
I am smackin' my lips after finally opening and using the little gas grill we got as a wedding present.
I am disappointed to learn that the big gas grill that came with the house we are renting requires a type of cylinder that is now obsolete and un-fillable.
I am unable to fit into half of the shorts I wore last summer.
Finally, I am tagging Noemon, Ben, and la cantante maravillosa. Thanks to la cantante for livening up the party last weekend and congratulations to Ben on his new job and move. Noemon doesn't have a blog, but I will be happy to reproduce his interpretation of the "meme." Thanks to everybody for your friendship and for your words of encouragement.