Let’s start with Friday. I got home from work around 5ish and Sita and I took Mr. Atticus to the beach where he was correctly identified as part schipperke by a stranger. This happens with alarming regularity, many denizens of Santa Cruz appear to have an encyclopedic knowledge of dog breeds. My in-built dog reference guide has bulldog and poodle with a big gap in between. anyroad, after much leaping around and photography we headed home, put Atticus out to pasture and brought Klem and Lulu in for a hop around the furniture… Then we went out for a sophisticated romantic dinner at Pearl Alley Bistro with fine wine and rare meats, dessert and an espresso, all bankrolled by my folks as birthday treat. We went to Well Within and on the way out saw a friend from Scotts’ Valley High, where I used to work, we spent 15 minutes in the street catching up on the goings on of the last few months, and agreed we’d meet up for a beer in the near future. We said our goodbyes and then, as one, turned around and said let’s have them now. Lo it came to pass and we spent the rest of the evening getting through pitchers of Newcastle Brown in the Poet and Patriot pseudo-Irish pub and talking nonsense. Result. or ‘Epic’ as some readers of this blog may say… got home settled Mr.A into his deluxe doggy bed and hit the hay… cue saturday morning. – TO BE CONTINUED- Have to go and watch sita play netball with girls from ucsc at the local elementary school.
Sun streams in throught the window, coffee gets brewed, breakfast is slowly knocked together and a nice long phone call from me mum’n’dad arrives… after that i saddle up the Nissam Altima, get me mobile, radio and camera together and I headed off into the Santa Cruz mountains for to explore the sights and sounds. I timed it just right to hear Car Talk, This American Life and Wait, Wait Don’t Tell me on NPR. And when they ran out I had a few episodes fo the ‘The 99p Show’ burnt onto CDs. Went all along route 9, stopping at the summit for an hour’s walk or so with well pretty views, then moseyed on to Saratoga for a coffee, a muffin and to pick up a copy of The Wave and then onto town…
Click on “More” or “Comment” below and you’ll see some of the transcription I’m working on about Mayahuel, the Aztec goddess of the Agave. Ocelots, humming birds and human sacrifice aplenty.
So I’ll show you how Mayahuel was born. It’s a personal class, just for you!
OK
They say that the Kingdoms of Heaven used to include Earth too. Gods used to walk the Earth and the heavens, and they changed into strange beings. They were very… If they wanted to be wind, they’d be wind, or fire, or gods or humans, or trees or plants. They could pass through all these states. At the very beginning there’s this woman, who gives birth to Gods. She is Cuacuitle, the one with the skirt of serpents. Here she’s alive, but then she has to die and merge with the soil of mother Earth, decapitated and dismembered, a sacrifice which allowed humanity to survive, but which has to be repaid as shown by her collar of hands and hearts. So here, she’s dead, but before, when she was alive she was like this… Her daughter, xixlales, the stars and this woman was called coloachowski (?).
[I arrive…]
We’re talking about Mayahuel, the goddess of agaves, of fecundity and fertility. This is Coatquitle, She’s the mother of all the gods, she’s a cuatl, Coatlquinque, she has daughters, stars and this woman colaochowski. So one day she was dusting her palace and she found some hummingbird feathers so she picked them up and put them in the back of her skirt, and so she got pregnant. Coloachowski realised that her mother had got pregnant and so she wants to kill her so she doesn’t have this child. But in her womb, the son hears her, and her sister and (his name is huitislospostre, which means the left-handed hummingbird, because his dad is a humming bird). Later Huitizlapostre is going to be the King/God of the Aztecs, god of War, spiritual guide and representative of the sun. But in the meantime, he hears his sister saying she wants to kill them so he comes out of his mothers womb as a warrior and kills her sister. And you may think what a terrible thing, but didn’t Cain kill Abel? Well, they go off, and the sister is killed, he cuts of her hands, legs and head, they bury her and she turns to stone. This stone exists- it’s in the Templo Mayor in Mexico City.
She turns to stone and her spirit rises to the heavens and forms the moon. Moon is mixti o metl. Metl, which is Mezcal. So we have the starts and the moon. So then after creating man, there was only darkness. So the Gods get together and decide to create a star which will give light and warmth to all the humans. So they make a sun of water, which in Nauhatl is atl. And sun is totnatu, so the sun made of water is atltonato.
Like Tonala is the ciudad del Sol? (Gwyn) No, [pendejo], Tonala is where the sun rises…
So this sun, when its rays are emitted, they’re water, so the humans have to become fish to survive because there’s a flood. You see how this is like the jewish tradition, with fratricide, a flood… So that’s water. Like with Mayahuel
They got rid of this sun, and made a new one so called the Sun of the Ocelot, the nahuat name for tiger. It’s a sun that stays there in the sky without moving. So the humans born under this sun are born giants, and they have to eat the vegetables, but when they fall to the earth that’s so hot, that it eats them up. They all end up being eaten up by the tigers.
Then comes quiagua, the brother or Tlaloq (water of rain), and quiagua (water of fire, water from volcanoes). So now we have oceans, and marine life, and deserts, now we need volcanoes. So humans to save themselves from the volcanoes have to become birds and fly away. So that’s how they explain the existence of birds.
Then comes the 4th sun, acatl, wind. Strong winds blow and all the human disperse throughout the world and turn into monkeys. So it’s all explained, there’s sea, mountains, desert, all kinds of animals. And they’re seeing that the sun’s still not how they want it, so each time all the humans all die they keep their bones and spread them like seeds and this god defecated on their bones. They were all pissed off at him for having dirtied the humans’ bones, and that’s why we humans get ill. He’s called Nanahuatzin, he says what humanity needs is a sun that moves, which makes night and day. So he goes into the fire and becomes the man of fire and goes to heaven. You’ll see El Hombre de Fuego in el centro Cabanas. He is nahuatzin, who goes to heaven in the form of the sun. But look, si if you cover this part of his name, what does it say? Nahuat. The tribe who look after the sun. This is represented here in the Stone of Sun. Here, the 1st sun, of water, 2nd of the tiger, 3rd of quiagua (representation of a crocodile) and 4th of wind. This is the 5th sun. It has its blond hair and a tongue in the shape of an obsidian knife because it’s asking for sacrifice of human beings. Why? Because he needs the strength, because in the (Mixlan) night there’s a bad star who wants to kill the sun. We’ll talk about him later.
So that’s why they wanted to kill humans.
Yes it was to give the sun strength to attack the star that wanted to kill the sun. So this sun, so it doesn’t fall out of the firmament, has claws and holds on tight to the universe. And here are the symbols of the numbers, 2, 0, 1, 2. 2012 which is the year when the 5th sun is supposed to end. Right now we’re in the 5th sun’s reign. So they had to remove the hearts to battle against the stars that were devourers of light. This is xiximitl,
Judging by the stuff I swallowed by accident during the siphoning, it’s going to be very sweet, and potentially explosive if the Grolsch bottles go before the pop caps… Am storing it in a cupboard for a week before it’s going anywhere near a fridge.
In the morning it’s easy enough, I get the 7:30am bus which leaves from about 10 minutes drive from the house and it’s straight down the car pool lane for an hour and dropped at the door of where I’m temping. Coming back though it’s a different story because the bus doesn’t go all the way… So first off it’s the bus to Fremont (an hour), the BART (Bay Area Tubey Thing) for half an hour then walk to where I parked the car in the morning then 15 minutes through the rush hour back home. And somehow it gets longer every day. I narrowly avoided making it a lot longer today because I was sound asleep when the bus got to the BART station, but the stellar driver woke me up ‘cos she recognised me before driving off to god knows where.
So there you go. My commute.
Today Hillary or Obama gets decided. 6 of one and half a dozen of the other I reckon.
The past weekend was also all American what with watching the Superbowl on the telly. Meg took pity on me halfway through and looked through my photos and made very encouraging comments so that were grand in the end. Talking of which, we went to the Alameda antiques fair which takes place on the first Sunday of each month, and since it was a mixture of brass monkeys and drizzle it was free to enter. Usually you have to pay; lots if you get there early, 5 bucks if you’re late and miss the bargains. Anyroad, it’s in an odd location that made for some nice juxtapositioning of antiquity/ modernity. I’m most pleased with this one:
We’re back from the land of the unpronouncable names and Nahuatl for “the place of the fishermen”. Try navigating around with names like Tzintzuntzan and Ihuatzio. Very good scrabble scores all round. It’s an incredibly beautiful area, which I won’t attempt to describe I’ll let the photos do the painting of thousands of words. Suffice to say it’s an unmissable part of the United States of Mexico abundant in flora, fauna, cuisine and even lightning and rainbows. Here’s the Flickr photo set of the Michoacán pix and here’s some of me faves:
In other news, i just noticed that me dad done gone and went and gotten himself a blog.
Today is the lazy day I’ve been yearning for. Monkey Dust in the morning. That Spike Lee heist film in the afternoon and further R & R for the evening. If all goes according to plan. Last night Sarah and Mark saved us from our where-to-go quandry by inviting us round for specially imported Crianza Tempranillo and guac/cheesy/tapenade snacks. Perfect. Thanks.
In geekery news, I just added a new “Recent Heated Debate” section to the sidebar which shows where the latest comments are and who they’re from. The names fade to white as they age, which is a nice touch, I reckon. I’m considering a 3-column makeover too. Comment away to see PHP in action.
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Methinks there are times when Santa Cruz seems at least bearable
Muy feliz cumpleanos, muchacho…
yep, mustn’t grumble. i also got phone calls from anne & stu & bert and grandparents. emails from meg, matt, amy and just got a load more cards today (tues) and pressies from bethan’n’ali. am feeling loved.
Methinks there are times when Santa Cruz seems at least bearable
Muy feliz cumpleanos, muchacho…
yep, mustn’t grumble. i also got phone calls from anne & stu & bert and grandparents. emails from meg, matt, amy and just got a load more cards today (tues) and pressies from bethan’n’ali. am feeling loved.