Monday, September 17, 2007

los nuevos amigos capitalinos

Melvin aqui te van... para que por fin las puedas ver. :D

En Los Tres Ojos:
Pose 1: antes de subir a "la barquita", a no ser que no completaramos la travesia...
Pose 2: con el Capitan de "la barquita" ya en pleno apogeo de la aventura--no me ven la sonrisa de miedo...
Pose 3: mostranda completada la azanha y "Cailito", el guia, tomando la foto de la victoria--con el ultimo "Ojo" de fondo.

dream come true | suenho realizado

i have always wanted to be a street vendor. in DR i got to be one. not only that, a Chimichurri vendor. total riot. plus, in one of the toughest neighborhoods in the city of Santo Domingo, with a drug bust going on at about 15feet away from my place of employment. i loved it!!!

siempre he querido ser una vendedora ambulante. en RD lo pude conseguir, y no solo eso gente, sino que una vendedora de Chimis. ademas, en una de las areas mas interesantes de la cuidad de Santo Domingo... en Invivienda. con una redada de drogas como a 15 pies de mi "lugar de trabajo". que emozion!!

here is the proof..... aqui les va la prueba.... (fui oficialmente la Chimi 3. he he)

Wednesday, August 01, 2007

quote of the day...

"The test of our progress is not whether we add more to the abundance of those who have much; it is whether we provide enough for those who have too little."
-- FDR

Tuesday, July 31, 2007

Dominican & Racist?

My friend Georgie forwarded me this link to a very interesting article. I in turn forwarded to my Dominican women and it has prompted quite an intriguing thread of responses. Here it is in case you care to take a look at it: Black Denial

Dominican Republic
Yara Matos holds her hair extensions as a stylist in the Herrera neighborhood prepares to give her the look of long, straight hair. (Candace Barbot/Miami Herald)
Black denial
Nearly all Dominican women straighten their hair, which experts say is a direct result of a historical learned rejection of all things black

SANTO DOMINGO -- Yara Matos sat still while long, shiny locks from China were fastened, bit by bit, to her coarse hair.

Not that Matos has anything against her natural curls, even though Dominicans call that pelo malo -- bad hair.

But a professional Dominican woman just should not have bad hair, she said. "If you're working in a bank, you don't want some barrio-looking hair. Straight hair looks elegant," the bank teller said. "It's not that as a person of color I want to look white. I want to look pretty."

And to many in the Dominican Republic, to look pretty is to look less black.

Dominican hairdressers are internationally known for the best hair-straightening techniques. Store shelves are lined with rows of skin whiteners, hair relaxers and extensions.

Racial identification here is thorny and complex, defined not so much by skin color but by the texture of your hair, the width of your nose and even the depth of your pocket. The richer, the "whiter." And, experts say, it is fueled by a rejection of anything black.

"I always associated black with ugly. I was too dark and didn't have nice hair," said Catherine de la Rosa, a dark-skinned Dominican-American college student spending a semester here. "With time passing, I see I'm not black. I'm Latina.

"At home in New York everyone speaks of color of skin. Here, it's not about skin color. It's culture."

The only country in the Americas to be freed from black colonial rule -- neighboring Haiti -- the Dominican Republic still shows signs of racial wounds more than 200 years later. Presidents historically encouraged Dominicans to embrace Spanish Catholic roots rather than African ancestry.

Here, as in much of Latin America -- the "one drop rule'' works in reverse: One drop of white blood allows even very dark-skinned people to be considered white.

Capellan Dominquez, center, and Anthony Rosario, right, join others as they warm up for Carnival in February in the Cristo Rey area of Santo Domingo. (Candace Barbot/Miami Herald)

LACK OF INTEREST

As black intellectuals here try to muster a movement to embrace the nation's African roots, they acknowledge that it has been a mostly fruitless cause. Black pride organizations such as Black Woman's Identity fizzled for lack of widespread interest. There was outcry in the media when the Brotherhood of the Congos of the Holy Spirit -- a community with roots in Africa -- was declared an oral patrimony of humanity by UNESCO. "There are many times that I think of just leaving this country because it's too hard," said Juan Rodríguez Acosta, curator of the Museum of the Dominican Man. Acosta, who is black, has pushed for the museum to include controversial exhibits that reflect many Dominicans' African background. "But then I think: Well if I don't stay here to change things, how will things ever change?"

A walk down city streets shows a country where blacks and dark-skinned people vastly outnumber whites, and most estimates say that 90 percent of Dominicans are black or of mixed race. Yet census figures say only 11 percent of the country's nine million people are black.

To many Dominicans, to be black is to be Haitian. So dark-skinned Dominicans tend to describe themselves as any of the dozen or so racial categories that date back hundreds of years -- Indian, burned Indian, dirty Indian, washed Indian, dark Indian, cinnamon, moreno or mulatto, but rarely negro.

The Dominican Republic is not the only nation with so many words to describe skin color. Asked in a 1976 census survey to describe their own complexions, Brazilians came up with 136 different terms, including café au lait, sunburned, morena, Malaysian woman, singed and "toasted."

"The Cuban black was told he was black. The Dominican black was told he was Indian," said Dominican historian Celsa Albert, who is black. "I am not Indian. That color does not exist. People used to tell me, ‘You are not black.' If I am not black, then I guess there are no blacks anywhere, because I have curly hair and dark skin."

Manuel Núñez (Candace Barbot/Miami Herald)

THE HISTORY

Using the word Indian to describe dark-skinned people is an attempt to distance Dominicans from any African roots, Albert and other experts said. She noted that it's not even historically accurate: The country's Taino Indians were virtually annihilated in the 1500s, shortly after Spanish colonizers arrived.

Researchers say the de-emphasizing of race in the Dominican Republic dates to the 1700s, when the sugar plantation economy collapsed and many slaves were freed and rose up in society.

Later came the rocky history with Haiti, which shares the island of Hispaniola with the Dominican Republic. Haiti's slaves revolted against the French and in 1804 established their own nation. In 1822, Haitians took over the entire island, ruling the predominantly Hispanic Dominican Republic for 22 years.

To this day, the Dominican Republic celebrates its independence not from centuries-long colonizer Spain, but from Haiti.

"The problem is Haitians developed a policy of black-centrism and . . . Dominicans don't respond to that," said scholar Manuel Núñez, who is black. "Dominican is not a color of skin, like the Haitian."

Dictator Rafael Trujillo, who ruled from 1930 to 1961, strongly promoted anti-Haitian sentiments, and is blamed for creating the many racial categories that avoided the use of the word "black."

The practice continued under President Joaquín Balaguer, who often complained that Haitians were "darkening'' the country. In the 1990s, he was blamed for thwarting the presidential aspirations of leading black candidate José Francisco Peña Gómez by spreading rumors that he was actually Haitian.

Dominican girls Luz Freiney Paulina, from left, Esther Celeste Santana, Mayelin Eloisa Valdez and Melisa Valdez, comprise the dance troupe Las Nizas. Below, Dominican author Manuel Nunez writes about the issues of 'black' and 'Dominican' as they relate to the history in his country. (Candace Barbot/Miami Herald)

"Under Trujillo, being black was the worst thing you could be," said Afro-Dominican poet Blas Jiménez. "Now we are Dominican, because we are not Haitian. We are something, because we are not that."

Jiménez remembers when he got his first passport, the clerk labeled him "Indian." He protested to the director of the agency.

"I remember the man saying, ‘If he wants to be black, let him be black!' '' Jiménez said.

Resentment toward anything Haitian continues, as an estimated one million Haitians live in the Dominican Republic, most working in the sugar and construction industries. Mass deportations often mistakenly include black Dominicans, and Haitians have been periodically lynched in mob violence. The government has been trying to deny citizenship and public education to the Dominican-born children of illegal Haitian migrants.

When migrant-rights activist Sonia Pierre won the prestigious Robert F. Kennedy Human Rights Award in 2006, the government responded by trying to revoke her citizenship, saying she is actually Haitian.

"There's tremendous resistance to blackness -- black is something bad," said black feminist Sergia Galván. ‘‘Black is associated with dark, illegal, ugly, clandestine things. There is a prototype of beauty here and a lot of social pressure. There are schools where braids and natural hair are prohibited."

Galván and a loosely knit group of women have protested European canons of beauty, once going so far as to rally outside a beauty pageant. She and other experts say it is now more common to see darker-skinned women in the contests -- but they never win.

Mariana Ramirez smiles as she sits in Daisy Gran Salon in Santo Domingo, Dominican Republic. (Candace Barbot/Miami Herald)

CULTURE PULL

Several women said the cultural rejection of African looking hair is so strong that people often shout insults at women with natural curls.

"I cannot take the bus because people pull my hair and stick combs in it," said wavy haired performance artist Xiomara Fortuna. "They ask me if I just got out of prison. People just don't want that image to be seen."

The hours spent on hair extensions and painful chemical straightening treatments are actually an expression of nationalism, said Ginetta Candelario, who studies the complexities of Dominican race and beauty at Smith College in Massachusetts. And to some of the women who relax their hair, it's simply a way to have soft manageable hair in the Dominican Republic's stifling humidity.

"It's not self-hate," Candelario said. "Going through that is to love yourself a lot. That's someone saying, ‘I am going to take care of me.' It's nationalist, it's affirmative and celebrating self."

Money, education, class -- and of course straight hair -- can make dark-skinned Dominicans be perceived as more "white," she said. Many black Dominicans here say they never knew they were black -- until they visited the United States.

"During the Trujillo regime, people who were dark skinned were rejected, so they created their own mechanism to fight it," said Ramona Hernández, Director of the Dominican Studies Institute at City College in New York. "When you ask, ‘What are you?' they don't give you the answer you want . . . saying we don't want to deal with our blackness is simply what you want to hear."

Hernández, who has olive-toned skin and a long mane of hair she blows out straight, acknowledges she would "never, never, never'' go to a university meeting with her natural curls.

Product promoter Margarita Munoz, right, tidies up the shelf displaying her company's hair-straightening products in a Santo Domingo market. (Candace Barbot/Miami Herald)

"That's a woman trying to look cute; I'm a sociologist," she said.

Asked if a black Dominican woman can be considered beautiful in her country, Hernández leapt to her feet.

"You should see how they come in here with their big asses!'' she said, shuffling across her office with her arms extended behind her back, simulating an enormous rear-end. "They come in here thinking they are all that, and I think, 'doesn't she know she's not really pretty?' "

Maria Elena Polanca is a black woman with the striking good looks. She said most Dominicans look at her with curiosity, as if a black woman being beautiful were something strange.

She spends her days promoting a hair straightener at La Sirena, a Santo Domingo department store that features an astonishing array of hair straightening products.

"Look, we have bad hair, bad. Nobody says 'curly.' It's bad," she said. "You can't go out like that. People will say, 'Look at that nest! Someone light a match!' ''

Angela Martinez, 12, left, entertains friend Estefany Diaz, 10, as Estefany's sister Ariela does her hair in the Paraiso de Dios neighborhood west of Santo Domingo, a scene that plays out on the streets throughout much of the Dominican Republic. (Candace Barbot/Miami Herald)

'IT WAS HURTFUL'

Purdue University professor Dawn Stinchcomb, who is African American, said that when she came here in 1999 to study African influences in literature, people insulted her in the street.

Waiters refused to serve her. People wouldn't help Stinchcomb with her research, saying if she wanted to study Africans, she'd have to go to Haiti.

"I had people on the streets . . . yell at me to get out of the sun because I was already black enough," she said. "It was hurtful. . . . I was raised in the South and thought I could handle any racial comment. I never before experienced anything like I did in the Dominican Republic.

"I don't have a problem when people who don't look like me say hurtful things. But when it's people who look just like me?"

Sunday, July 22, 2007

last day....

i think i'm clean enough. this is the end. i'll make it to 10 next time.

Saturday, July 21, 2007

day 6... saturday

so my friend Eunice invited me to go to church with her to make pastelitos/empanadas. can you say cruel? i have not eaten for six, yes s.i.x, 6, days and the woman wants me to go make empanadas. juicy, flavorful meat... savory dough.... no respect, que sinverguenza. i went. it wasn't half as bad. this whole experience has taught me a lot about survival and what we as humans really need, or don't need. then Eunice and Vanessa went to Applebee's and I went with them. total trooper me. i had a water with lime and vanessa had bbq wings, Euni had a shrimp salad. before that we went to BJs and they wanted to get cookies. chocolate chip. they didn't but instead went to D&D. coffee and pastries. i, of course, had none. just water. thank you very much.

i had aimed for 3 days originally, then 5, now i'm on 7. maybe i'll make it to 10. but Melba crackers are looking pretty tasty now. my plan is to at least make it thru tomorrow and my GI will be almost pristine clean!! yay me!

p.s. sometime around day 3 or 4 Alainie had a saltine cracker crisis while working third shift at the hospital. she stopped--right after she went to the hospital cafeteria and had scrambled eggs with home fries for breakfast on friday, it seems. :D hilarious.

Thursday, July 19, 2007

day 3...

i thought this was going to be earth-shattering. it's not. i'm not craving my usual foods. my stomach feel light. the lemonade still tastes good. i'm drinking an average of 64oz per day at work plus about 3 glasses at nite. oh, i also take the laxative tea a nite. chocolate flavored... yummm

Wednesday, July 18, 2007

day 2...

what the heck. everything is normal. i feel no pain. when i'm a bit hungry I drink the lemonade and it all gets better. i love this stuff. i feel so much better. cleaner--it's probably some type of placebo effect. I like it. no migranes either. this is a first.

p.s. my housemate Alainie felt inspired by my lemonade binge and she's started it to. day 1! i think.

Monday, July 16, 2007

day 1

the lemonade ain't have bad. it's grown on me. so far so good. 32oz of water first thing in the morning feels kinda good. it also sent me to the bathroom in like 5 minutes. the power of water... amazing and gross at the same time. :)

Sunday, July 15, 2007

summer cleaning... i mean, cleanse

i'm starting the Master Cleanse. need to clean my colon and all the other stuff in its vicinity. let's see how it goes. it is supposed to last 10 days. yep. 10 days with H2O and a limonade with maple syrup and cayenne pepper. if i don't write again in 6 months--which apparently is my turn around time-- i most likely died. j/k. i'll keep you posted. i need carbs!

Sunday, June 03, 2007

thoughts on my 75 year old granma

yesterday we had my grandmother's 75th birthday party. it was a surprise party and it took a whole arsenal of lies to not have her find out. hopefully God will not take them seriously. it was fun and she was definitely surprised. i'll put up some pictures later. my family is definitely special for lack of a better word. but i wanted her to have that and she did. i just wanted to make some memories.

as i reflect on my grandmother's age i realize how lucky she is to get to be that old. many people do not reach that age. many people around the globe die for "silly" reasons that can totally be prevented if the rest of us would care a bit more. for my grandma, life expectancy in the DR would be 74.87 years, so I guess she's passed that mark. in the US it would be 80.97. she's lucky.

i'm happy she's my grandmother with everything that she is or isn't. she has always loved me truly unconditionally. i think she is the only person in my life that has shown such a devoted love. not even my mom with all that she loves me--and she does a lot. mama has always been there to love me and show her love for me in many different ways. although i have to admit that sometimes some of those ways can be very suffocating. when i was little I remember not wanting to leave her side and crying my eyes out when my mom would take me back home after work. my grandmother spent my second day of kindergarten sitting on a tiny, uncomfortable chair so that I would not cry. the next day, neither of us came back. obviously, i wouldn't stop crying and mama would not sit on the little chair again. :D

i love my grandmother and would like to see her last days on earth be very, very happy. although that is not always possible, for reasons outside my control, i hope that she can see how blessed she has been not with what she has had but with what she has given.

Tuesday, May 01, 2007

the babies are coming... the babies are coming

this is crazy. i went to a housing conference in Boston from my job and all of the sudden I see this red-headed guy. i glance at him. he glances at me. i smile. he smiles. i wai, "wait a minute, you...?" he goes, "you're Marly's cousin, right?" i say yes and look at his name tag. "Brian? How are you?" it turns out he's my cousin's husband. they live in new york. the world is a small place. he he

so he tells me that my cousin is four months pregnant with a baby boy. so exciting! she was born a year after me. at the end of the day when i'm telling my mother, tells me that my cousin in DR--Marly's sister, Lilibel--might also be pregnant. it's not confirmed, she's not married, ehmm, ehmm. the next day she tells me that my cousin Carol, who lives in Paris, is also a month (?) pregnant. i guess this is the 'fertile' season for my family. :D it's crazy.

i'm actually very relieved. with all the baby hype hopefully people will stop hinting as to when i get married, and/or when is mine coming. it's a lot of pressure. i know my mother would go psycho with a grandchild; my grandmother would go crazy with a baby from her first and favorite granddaughter. sometimes i wonder. i see myself as more of an adopting type although i'm very motherly and probably would love to have a child of my own--at first.

anyway, i can't wait for all those little feet to stomp the world. i'm so excited and happy for my cousins. too cute!

Tuesday, April 24, 2007

swirly, swirly me

so, i didn't go to work yesterday because i was experiencing some vertigo. yep, i had these dizziness spells throughout the day. when i went back to work today i was still having them so i decided to call my doc--who turned out to be on vacation--to see what's wrong. i went to see another doc and he told me i had nothing. nothing. n-o-t-h-i-n-g and to come back if things get worse. so much for my brain tumor.

anyway. today i finally was able to meet with Tais. my Brazilian english-portuguese exchange partner. we met in harvard square and went to Crazy Dough for a slice of pizza. she is sweetest girl ever. so friendly and nice. we spoke english for the first half-hour and then portuguese. the third half-hour was mixed. then we walked to central where we parted ways. i had so much fun with her. can't wait for our next exchange. :D

Sunday, April 22, 2007

Aljadaqui

i went to see an Aljadaqui show last night. they're a dominican rock band that has quite a following within the dominican community. i like their music and it was entertaining. although i have to to say that some of the lead singer's manerims came across a bit machista and/or disrespectful towards women in a way. i don't know why i feel that way but it's something i kept coming back to through the whole performance. i was right in front of him and maybe I was just reading too much into to. it's weird because i don't know that I like them as much as before I saw them. this was my first Aljadaqui concert but i think it was more detrimental than good. so ironic. anyway, at least I got a free t-shirt. he he (*_*)

on another note, my housemates took me out to dinner today for my birthday. I'm stuffed. we went to this small sea food restaurant near our house and it was delish. i love their crab cakes. they're such good people. i lucked out with them. i mean there are things that one has to adjust when living with other people but overall it's pretty good. God is wonderful.

i have to teach ESL tomorrow and that gets more exciting as the days go by. i love my students and seeing their dedication. looking forward to it.

Thursday, April 19, 2007

I can't believe what has happened with Virginia Tech. This tragedy was completely out of this world. No one would have expected this. My heart goes to the victims' families, Cho's family and all the other people affected by this.
When I saw the video on the Internet that he left for NBC, I felt so sorry for that guy. He was definitely not all there and he was obviously deeply hurt by things and or people of his past.
It's made be a bit more conscientious of my reactions and treatment of other people. How many people could I have hurt with my words and actions. It's so sad that for him it had to come to this to have a outlet of some sort; hurting so many people and destroying so many families, including his own.
Hopefully this would be an opportunity for us to learn to hate less and reach out more. May the Lord grant us the discernment to cope with this tragedy as a society, and the peace and strenght to the surviving victims, families, VTers, and to the Cho family as well.

Monday, April 16, 2007

yez!

Freddy, Melissa, Johanna, Robert, Eliza.

New York was awesome. Julieta Venegas was awesome. My birtday was awesome.

Thrusday: took leaky greyhound bus with Eliza to go to NYC. uptown to Wilma's house to drop off stuff. she has a great view of the GW bridge. a-m-a-z-i-n-g. went to midtown to BBKing Blues club for the Julieta concert. while having dinner there we met this really nice couple, Lizzie and Eric, Venezuelan and Colombian respectively. great peoples; very funny. we changed emails, etc. Julieta was out of this world. she is such a great performer. sang all the great hits. me voy, limon y sal, tu eres para mi, etc. her dress was adorably cute, and so was her bass player.

after the concert we went to Ben and Jerry's and a bit later met with my friend Freddy, his wife and a coupl--friends of theirs. Havana Central had a nice live band and there was this gorgeous man standing by the bar whom I had to check out as I walked in. he he. The waiters--all wearing Guayaberas!--sang Happy Birthday and brought me a little flan cake with a candle. too cute. they also have killer passion fruit mojitos. it was a lot of fun.

Friday: woke up very late and then went to the Museum of Natural History on 79th St?, 'cause I had never been. Then went I went to Nolita to Cafe Habana. My Lord! The Corn! the corn! they sell these corn on the cob thingies covered with some type of cheese and spike paprika-like peppery powder. w-o-w. to top it off their cafe con lech was sinful, not to mention the cute waiter. ;) Later that nite we went to the NY International Auto show and afterwards to Falucka, this Moroccan? lounge/bar with hookahs. tons of fun.

Saturday: met up with some friends. went to Macy's. decided not to return to boston until Sunday and later that nite went to Cecarina & David's home where we stayed until about 4am, along with these two guys who brought a guitar. we sang all night long. it was so much fun.

and those, my friends, are the highlights from my birthday weekend in new york. i love that city. i'm totally moving.

Thursday, April 12, 2007

happy birthday to me

so it's my birthday. yay!! i'm off to NYC to see Julieta Venegas tonight at the BB King Blues Club in Times Square. i can't wait! I love her songs. eliza and I are taking the bus and i'll be crashing at wilma's place. so excited!! :D plus i don't get to work until tuesday since monday is a holiday.

Friday, April 06, 2007

tragic love

My cousin Carol and her husband Niko came to visit from France. I spent a couple of hours with them the day before their return. Carol sent a thank you card weeks after and in it she included the following C. S. Lewis quote from The Problem of Pain:
God has paid us the intolerable compliment of loving us,
in the deepest, most tragic, most inexorable sense. It is natural
for us to wish that God has designed for us a less glorious and
less arduous destiny: but then we are wishing not for more love
but for less.
Pretty interesting, no? I thought so. It's amazing to think that one can be loved so deeply and strongly by such a Being. If we could only keep this in mind every time something goes wrong, right or whatever, our state of mind would be in complete nirvana. But, of course, we only wish to be loved less I guess. The bible says that angels wish to be like humans; to be loved in such a way by our Creator. I imagine that they long to have had Jesus die on the cross for them. There is so much pain, passion and love in that act, and to be reminded that such love exists for me, makes my days much better. And I hope to embrace my 'glorious destiny' with such passion every day.

Sunday, December 24, 2006

es mi bloganiversario...

llevo dos años con esta lista de cosas en linea que no me imagino quien lee. qu'emozion! tendre que implementar una estrategia mas completa para hacerle competencia a Perez Hilton. pero ya veremos. :D Lo que si es que me ha servido de espacio para expresarme y eso es maravilloso. gracias a los que leen, y a los que no, pende#%$*!!! :D

can you believe this thing has been up for 2 years now? it's crazy. i'm thinking of implementing a major ad strategy to compete with Perez Hilton's blog but obviously I have to double check that first and develop a more nasty-backstabbing-in-your-face-kinda-approach.

Thursday, November 23, 2006

gobble, gobble


thanksgiving was good. my family came over for dinner. it was my first thanksgiving dinner ever. i cooked--well, part of it. the turkey came from Boston Market but I 'fixed' it up a bit with my own sazon. we had mashed potatoes, stuffing and gravy from them too. i made a arugula, poached pears in white wine, and goat cheese salad; also a butternut squash and spinach casserole with a bechamel sauce. for dessert i made a eggnog-flavored flan and a pumpkin pie. we had lots of fun and laughed with jokes that are always there. my two cousins sully and hansel were there, my aunt and her husband, my grandma, and my mom, bro + sis. it was fun. hopefully next time i'll tackle the turkey myself. he he

Me encanto la cena de Accion de Gracias. vino mi family para cenar juntos en mi casa. aunque no hice el pavo yo, si lo compre en Boston Market. Lo arregle un poquito con un sazoncito que me invente. comimos al estilo estadounidense, nada de arros y habichuelas. :D todo un acontecimiento. lo acompañamos con puree de papa con gravy y stuffing (las migajas de pan con sazon que no se como se dice). tambien hize una ensalada de arugula con peras cocidas en vino blanco, y queso de cabra, oh, y un pastelon de auyama butternut y espinaca con salsa bechamel. para el postre un flan con sabor a ponche y un pie de calabaza. Que j-artura que nos dimos. la proxima vez tratare de hacer el pavo yo misma. a ver que sale...