Sonrisa de Colgate

May 2000, sophomore year in college

MEChA meetings never started at 6 and this Wednesday late in the spring quarter was no exception. My friends milled around talking about classes and preparations for the upcoming youth conference and long weekend. Some stepped out to get something from the coffee house. I took a seat near the window away from anybody else. Soon the room filled up and my crush ended up on my right.

I liked when the crush sat close to me, whether it be in class, study hall or at a meeting. We’d keep each other entertained by passing notes and drawing pictures.

The meeting started 10 minutes later. G, a visitor from USC, picked the introduction topic: say something nice about the person sitting to your left (we always went to our left since that’s where the heart lies).

I have no clue what anyone else said nor what I said. I didn’t write those things down in my butterfly-shaped journal. But I did write what the crush said: “Well, the thing about Cindy is that she has a really good heart. And she has this huge smile, when she smiles it brightens up the whole room.”

The others around the circle awwed. I blushed. Then smiled. I had to smile.

That was the first time I recall someone complimenting my smile.

September Project, Part 2

Summer is officially over. I’m still in denial.

September 11: Oscar — a longtime friend and writer with The Scenestar — hooked it up and got me into Jenny Lewis’ sold out show at Spaceland. I was excited to get a pink heart-shaped balloon with Acid Tongue (the new album) printed on it. Jenny played new and old songs. After the show, Oscar showed me where to get good tacos in Eagle Rock.
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Access for AB 540 Students Challenged Once Again

Late Monday night, my friend Matías IMed me with some bad news.

Basically, AB 540 — the law that grants undocumented students in-state tuition at California’s public colleges and universities — may be in jeopardy. See, in 2005 some out-of-state students challenged the legality of AB 540. The students who filed the lawsuit contend that it it is illegal for undocumented immigrants to have the right to in-state tuition, while as US citizens from another state, they have to pay more. In 2006, the lawsuit was dismissed by Yolo County Superior Court. As one would expect, the plaintiffs appealed. On Monday, the state appellate court issued an opinion that AB 540 is in conflict with federal law.

And that’s where we’re at now.

The Immigrant Legal Resource Center issued a press release saying we shouldn’t begin panicking just yet. The lawsuit against AB 540 will go back to the lower court. If the decision is made to overturn AB 540, it will likely be tied up in appeals for a number of years. AB 540 is still in tact, and will remain that way for some years.

The struggle for access to higher education for undocumented students doesn’t end there. While AB 540 does grant them in-state tuition, that’s still about $9,000 most students do not have. AB 540 students are ineligible for financial aid. Although the Federal DREAM Act has been introduced in each session of Congress since 2001, it has still not been approved. Last year, Congress tried to make it more attractive by hyping the military aspect of the DREAM Act. However, the bill failed in the Senate when they did not get enough votes to move out of debate. Last year, the California Dream Act, which would have given undocumented students access to some forms of financial aid was vetoed by Gov. Schwarzenegger.

A new version of the California Dream Act (SB 1301) is currently on the Governor’s desk waiting to signed. To find out more and sign the petition supporting SB 1301, check out El Random Hero’s post at LA Eastside.

I’ve written about this issue several times. For past posts, check here.

Wednesday Five

One. Adrian turns 23 today. He’s the baby of the family, but not much of a baby anymore. I’m really proud of the card I made him. I hope he tapes it on his bedroom door like he did with the card I made last year (it featured a few Get Fuzzy comic strips).

Two. I’m really loving Raphael Saadiq’s new album The Way I See It. I can’t wait for Jenny Lewis’ Acid Tongue, which will be released on September 23rd.

Three. I got a Wii for my birthday. I’ve been playing old games lately (I kinda suck at Wii Sports, especially at boxing). I think it’s strange how I still remember all the secrets and tricks in Super Mario Brothers 1 and 3.

Four. A short conversation last week:
He: How old are you?
Me: 28.
He: Oh… you’re not that young.

Five. The Dodgers are currently in first place in the NL West. They have a nice 4.5 game lead ahead of the Diamondbacks. I hope they keep that lead and go on to the playoffs.

September Project, Part 1

September 1: Vanny’s boyfriend, Junior, planned a small birthday gathering. It was just a few cousins. We swam and played volleyball in the pool. After drying up and filling up on pizza, we went inside to play Taboo. As you can see, my cousin Rene is really excited about holding the buzzer as Vanny gives clues.

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Correct/Incorrect

One.

He: So I was studying with my Chino friend –
Me: Do you mean Triet?
He: Yeah, we were trying to solve a really tough problem –
Me: I thought he was Vietnamese.
He: He is.
Me: Then he’s not a Chino, well unless he’s one of those Vietnamese people who is ethnically Chinese and then I guess he’s technically a Chino…
He: Just let me continue and stop being all politically correct. You knew who I was talking about.
Me: No, I was genuinely confused. And it’s not about being PC, it’s just simply correct.

Two.

“Angie, your permission to enroll number is 73258. Eva, yours is 03281. Derek, yours is…”

This session was bigger than most of my orientation sessions. I usually met with 6 or 7 students, but this time around I had a dozen.

I looked down at my roster and then up at the girl in the lavender tank. Sure of myself, I continued, “Janey, your number is –”

“I’m Kelly,” she corrected me.

“I’m Janey,” spoke up the girl in the blue t-shirt. She was seated a couple seats away from Kelly.

“But I thought you were Janey,” I said to Kelly.

She shook her head.

I felt my face go red. I checked the roster again. Both names were there along with some academic and demographic information: Kelly, Chinese, Neuroscience; Janey, Korean, Biology major.

“Sorry. Okay, Kelly, your number is 54106. Adam, 01792. Estela, 65578. Janey, your number is 21945…”

I got the rest of the names correct.

Got leftovers? Make burritos!


Chicken burritos

After my birthday party on Sunday, there was plenty of carne asada, al pastor, and chicken fajitas left to make tacos and burritos. After lunch, Mom took it upon herself to make several burritos — the OG portable meal. My family loves burritos. Wrap anything up in a tortilla. We’ll eat it. But it has to be in a tortilla. If it’s in Tupperware, it’ll go bad because my busy family can’t stop long enough to heat up some rice, beans, meat and a tortilla. It’s not that we’re lazy — we are, but not always — it’s just a lot more difficult when we don’t have a functional kitchen. But once everything is wrapped up in a neat and portable burrito, no one will go hungry and complain to my mom, “there’s nothing to eat!”

I took some photos of my mom (after the jump) in the process of making the burritos above. As you can see, they’re not the monstrous/gluttonous variety. But they’re still yummy.

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I *heart* Community Organizers

I watched way too much of the RNC yesterday. Today, not so much. I learned my lesson, and let’s face it John McCain isn’t as fascinating as Sarah Palin.

I heard a lot of things that deserved the Cara de Fuchi. First Rudy Giuliani sneered and laughed at the concept of being a community organizer. The overwhelmingly white audience laughed. That was bad enough. And then Palin — the pit bull with lipstick — defended her experience as a small town mayor by saying that she had actual responsibilities, unlike a community organizer. More laughter. Ugh. Bad move, GOP… especially when Day 2 of your convention was all about “service.”

But I’m biased, and you all know that. I’m all for Obama and value his experience organizing recently laid-off factory workers in the South Side of Chicago. I know many community organizers. Some of my best friends are community organizers. And guess what? They work hard and have real responsibilities.

Junichi at Poplicks articulates my feelings pretty well:

In no uncertain terms, they told Dr. King, A. Philip Randolph, Dolores Huerta, Cesar Chavez, Susan B. Anthony, Harriet Tubman, and countless other social workers, labor activists, religious leaders (on all ends of the political spectrum), and champions for the underprivileged that their work was meaningless and worthless.

So much for helping voters forget that John McCain voted against a holiday honoring MLK.

As if grassroots organizing was not already the key to Obama’s success, Sarah Palin just stoked the fires of the wrong base.

Jay Smooth, my favorite vlogger, noted the similarities between the RNC and the Player Hater’s Ball. He also has some great points about community organizers working with churches.

Finally, I saw this on Twitter a couple of times: Jesus was a community organizer and Pontius Pilate was a governor.

Hmmm.

The Art of Style

Last week, Rio — of birthday activity page and Valentine card fame — asked if it would be okay to display the Supa Fresh portrait (middle, above) in an art show. Even though the portrait is Rio’s work, he was still cool enough to check if it was okay to use my image. I quickly replied, “cool! You have my blessing.”

The Art of Style opens tomorrow night at MACLA (Movimiento de Arte y Cultura Latino Americana) in San Jose.

I’ll have to make a trip to San Jose to see the show before it closes on October 25th. Who wants to tag along?

Details about the show and Rio’s announcement below:
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August Project, Part 3

I had a great birthday month. The fun continued through to the 31st.

August 22: Supposedly, the Greek Theatre doesn’t allow cameras. I left mine in the car. At the gate, they didn’t seem to be checking so I dragged my friend with me back down the hill to where we parked. I’m so glad I went back. I’ve been up close at Café Tacuba concerts before, but this is the first time I had a camera with me.
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