the remix is our seasonal recording of Cali culture
- Following the Steps of Cesar Chavez
- Mission Walking
- A Look Ahead
Following the Steps of Cesar Chavez
Stories about the steps of Cesar Chavez seep through conversations all over rural California.
“Cesar Chavez went to church here. He celebrated here and brought the people here.” A local community resident lets this slip off his tongue as we pass by a small Church off First Street in Coachella.
Many living residents have memories with Cesar Chavez in Coachella, and there is a growing community effort to not forget. Follow these youth journalists in Coachella for details.
We stopped back by the Church later in the evening. The walls are in the pictures below. The art mural of La Madre is one of my favorites in Cali.
In the streets, the buildings and walls are the canvas and frames. There is no rope to keep us out. In the streets, you dive into the frames, swim with the art, walk on the walls, disregarding gravity and social law; the lines blur till you and your camera become a part of it.
Here’s a taste of walking through the alleys off 24th street in the Mission of San Francisco.
Note: I did not capture the names of the artists or history of the art I’ve taken photos of and posted. They were taken in May 2013 in the alleys and streets of the Mission District in San Francisco. If you have specifics, please let me know.
The hope is to learn the history, the territory, the artists in a more intentional way as I share out my walks.
Visit Precita Eyes Muralists in SF if you ever want a legit walking history tour of the murals.
A Look Ahead
- Coming Soon! Paperamor original online photo gallery.
- Summer 2013 is the launch of our new endeavor, The Fruta Project, mixing food, community, fotos, and words. Community contributions will be welcome.
Printed on a folded sheet of line-less paper, tucked in various scribbled-in notebooks with aimless musings over the years, these words carried me through every commitment thus far, and reminded me why some things did not work out.
Until one is committed, there is hesitancy, the chance to draw back, always ineffectiveness. Concerning all acts of initiative (and creation), there is one elementary truth, the ignorance of which kills countless ideas and splendid plans: that the moment one definitely commits oneself, then Providence moves too. All sorts of things occur to help one that would never otherwise have occurred. A whole stream of events issues from the decision, raising in one’s favour all manner of unforeseen incidents and meetings and material assistance, which no man could have dreamt would have come his way. I learned a deep respect for one of Goethe’s couplets:
Whatever you can do or dream you can, begin it.
Boldness has genius, power and magic in it!
The “Goethe couplet” referred to here is from an extremely loose translation of Goethe’s Faust lines 214-30 made by John Anster in 1835.
W. H. Murray
by Haruki Murakami
“I opened the diary first. It was written in her usual handwriting. Nothing leaped out at me. It was just information about where they went. Who they saw. Names of hotels. The price of gasoline. Dinner menus. Brands of wine and what they had tasted. Basically just a list. A lot of pages were blank. Keeping a diary wasn’t one of Sumire’s strong points, apparently.”
“I rallied my scattered thoughts.”
“you could count on her to lose her ticket every time she rode the train. She’d get so engrossed in her thoughts at times she’d forget to eat.”
“gave herself up to aimless musings.”
“I was still young, certain that this kind of thrilling event happened all the time. Later in life I realized how wrong I was.”
“Sometimes I feel so–I don’t know–lonely. The kind of helpless feeling when everything you’re used to has been ripped away. Like there’s no more gravity, and I’m left to drift in outer space. With no idea where I’m headed.”
“She can drive for hours and never seem to mind.”
“It was an impressive sight, something I wanted to clip out with scissors and pin to the wall of my memory.”
“…the sky was a brilliant splash of colors, the kind of air that felt like if you breathed it in, your lungs would be dyed the same shade of blue.”
“The beach was deserted. — This beach was a little too quiet for a person to visit alone, a little too beautiful. It made me imagine a certain way of dying.”
“Did I do what was right? I didn’t think so. I’d only done what was necessary for me. There’s a big difference.”
“From my own experience, I could predict the shape their pain would take.”
“…lingers in the mind as a profound meditation on human longing.”
excerpt from ‘Footnote‘ by Carmit Delman
” It was lonely. It was purely intimate. No one could know what a momentous thing she had realized recently. In clinging to her new understanding, she left the office at 5 p.m. sharp, spent more time alone. She had to wrap her arms around herself tightly, closing everything else out.”
Words from ‘Mixed‘, an anthology of short fiction on the multiracial experience created by Chandra Prasad.
“It’s hard to tell the difference between sea and sky,
between voyager and sea.
Between reality and the workings of the heart.”
original paperamor photo
Ocean Beach, San Francisco
Whatever it is you’re seeking won’t come in the form you’re expecting.
Nothing is ever behind us.
Roberto Bolano, 2666
Happy New Year!
The Mexican is always remote, from the world and from other people.
Honesty and openness is always the foundation of insightful dialogue.
Very popular site to get quotes after quotes after quotes; bell hooks on Good Reads http://www.goodreads.com/work/quotes/270045-all-about-love-new-visions-bell-hooks-love-trilogy
When you don’t have anything, then you have everything.