This day in Chicano history: César E. Chávez (1927)

March 31, viagra 60mg 1927:
César E. Chávez born near Yuma, Arizona

March 31st is a day to remember César Chávez’s legacy of service and sacrifice. Chávez’s birthday is a holiday in Califoria and seven other states. President Obama proclaimed March 31st César Chávez Day.

I know a lot of readers know about Chávez, so I’ll focus on his early life before he became a community organizer.

Cesar Chavez was born on a small farm near Yuma, Arizona on March 31, 1927. After being forced off their farm during the Depression, Cesar’s family moved to California in 1937 where they became migrant workers. Cesar was 10 years old when he began working in the fields. He was forced to leave school after graduating from the eighth grade in order to help support his family.

In 1945, he fought the good fight against fascism as he joined the U.S. Navy serving in the western Pacific during the end of World War II. In 1948, he married Helen Fabela and raised eight children in East San Jose where he and his wife taught farm workers to read and write so they could become U.S. citizens. [Source: Cesar E. Chavez National Holiday]

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This day in Chicana herstory: Selena Quintanilla-Pérez is killed (1995)

March 31, physician 1995:
Selena Quintanilla-Pérez, Tejano music superstar, was killed by Yolanda Saldívar. She was 23 years old.

I wrote about the anniversary of her passing four years ago:

“Did you even know her before she died?”

“No,” I admitted.

He looked at me like I was a fraud. Well, not really. But that’s what I felt like when I admitted my pre-1995 Selena ignorance.

In 1995 I was busy getting through my freshman year of high school. All I listened to was KROQ and was pretty much over the banda craze of the early 1990s. I hardly ever switched the dial to any of LA’s many popular Spanish-language stations.

When my 8-year old neighor, Jorge, came over to our house to tell us the breaking news that Selena had been shot and was dead (or dying, can’t remember), I thought “who?” Jorge saw the look of confusion on my face and told me it was the woman who sang “Bidi Bidi Bom Bom.” I had some familiarity with the song, but didn’t know anything about the singer. Like many other people, I got to know Selena’s music posthumously and through the Gregory Nava film.

I remember watching the film in Ontario at the movie theater where my cousin worked (he got us in free, one of the perks of being employee of the year). I completely identified with the young Selena Quintanilla. My dad used to teach me Mexican songs. He’d translate the lyrics and explain what the words meant. Danny, my older brother, and I were put in singing contests and often willingly joined our dad when he brought out the guitar.

Go dance a cumbia in her honor. If you don’t have any songs available, check the Bicoastal Mixtape. I’ve posted a couple of her songs. Or watch the movie.

The reactions

A few years ago, this site I had a conversation with Alex about how one should spread the news about an engagement. I’m unsure if he had already asked his girlfriend to marry him. It was definitely before the Facebook engagement to Sean. Either way, tuberculosis we agreed that some people should not find out about life changing events like engagements or pregnancies via FB. I kept this in mind last week.

On Monday night after Sean proposed, visit this I kept the news to my parents and siblings (except Adrian, he has an early bed time), a couple of my closest friends and roommates. Sean only called his best friend as everyone else was already asleep on the east coast. Neither one of us mentioned anything on FB or Twitter.

I spoke to Adrian as soon as I woke up on Tuesday morning. I told him the story I’d repeat several more times as I called other family members and more of my closest friends. I was often initially congratulated and asked about the marathon. The transition to the engagement was a little awkward, but all that faded away as soon as I broke the news and got some incredulous, but very happy responses.

Sean shared the news his friends on the east coast. Before I got out of bed, I had a half dozen posts on my FB offering vague congratulations.

I proceeded to email and send FB messages to cousins, aunts and uncles. Afterward, I posted on Twitter, FB and the blog. Sean did the same. I would have loved to wait to share until another mini family reunion, but containing the news was almost impossible. The nice thing about using email, FB and Twitter is that all those reactions are saved to more than just my memory.

I went through the reactions again this evening. It was a good antidote to the stress I felt Sunday night as Sean and I talked about a timeline — next fall sounds good, at least right now — and began checking out overwhelming wedding planning blogs and websites. I’ve posted some of the reactions from family and friends below. I’ll come back to it as I plan and stress to remind me that they’re not people on a guest list, just another plate at dinner or dot on a seating chart. They’re people who love and care for me and Sean and I’m blessed to have them in my life.

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The Wired City

I’ll be speaking at Loyola Marymount University tomorrow evening about the blog and blogging in general along with some other bloggers and writers.

Check out the press release after the jump.

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This day in Chicano history: San Antonio ISD v. Rodríguez

March 21, hair 1973:

With all the excitement earlier this week, nurse I didn’t get around to posting about the anniversary of the U.S. Supreme Court’s decision in the San Antonio ISD v. Rodríguez case, info an important case when it comes to educational inequality.

From Mexican Americans and the Law:

In the landmark San Antonio Independent School District v. Rodríguez (1973) case, the U.S. Supreme Court addressed whether a state system of financing public education through property taxes violated the Equal Protection Clause of the Fourteenth Amendment because it discriminated on the basis of wealth. Petitioners in the case also claimed the U.S. constitution provided a fundamental right to an education under the Due Process Clause of the Fourteenth Amendment. Brought by the parents of Mexican American children living in San Antonio, Texas, the case highlighted the blatant disparities in resources among San Antonio school districts. The federal trial court ruled in favor of Rodríguez, holding that the Texas system for funding public schools was in violation of the Equal Protection Clause of the Fourteenth Amendment. As the case extract illustrates, however, on appeal the U.S. Supreme Court disagreed, holding in a five-to-four decision that education is a responsibility of the states, not the federal government. The Court also noted that it had never held that disparities in resources based on wealth constituted a violation of the Constitution. The Court’s decision had the effect of setting a less progressive tone for educational equality during the 1980s and 1990s.

The Court rejected the rationale that education (although not mentioned in the Constitution) was a fundamental right because it is necessary when it comes to manifesting your First Amendment rights and voting. In the opinion of the majority written by Justice Lewis Powell, the Court stated “we have carefully considered each of the arguments that education is a fundamental right or liberty and have those arguments unpersuasive.”


I didn’t learn about San Antonio ISD v. Rodríguez until I started to look in to the legal foundation allowing undocumented children and youth to attend US schools and colleges.

La lluvia

Sometime in December or January when most of the participants of the PostBourgie Running Challenge were complaining about snowstorms, this site sub-zero temperatures and icy sidewalks, audiologist I was bragging about running in a t-shirt and shorts.

I really shouldn’t have bragged.

I feel like Sunday’s storm was Mother Nature’s cruel joke on Angelenos, impotent especially the runners, who enjoyed (and maybe bragged) about our typical mild winter.

It rained this afternoon. As I left work, I kicked myself for not bringing my umbrella. I ran to catch the bus and had flashbacks to Sunday. ‘This is nothing compared to Sunday,’ I told myself.

It was just a little rain.

LA Marathon race recap

I really tried to keep this short, treatment but it was a long day, practitioner a long race and verbosity got the best of me. It’s organized, cure so if you just want to read about the race, skip the pre- and post-marathon sections. As a researcher, I know numbers don’t tell the whole story, but they’re still fun to look at. So if you want data, go here. Oh yeah, and keep in mind that when I say rain, I mean freak torrential downpour, not light sprinkles or scattered showers.

¡Sigánme los buenos! (I really wish I had the foresight to put this on my race day shirt.)
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Four and a quarter

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Last night, there Sean asked me to marry him. And I said yes. I know we’re Facebook engaged, but now it’s official.

Sean asked me at my apartment after we had gone out to dinner at my favorite Mexican/Salvadorean place in Palms, Gloria’s. While waiting for our food, I brought up something we talked about last fall. Then he told me that his friend’s friend was planning to propose to his girlfriend as she ran the NY Marathon, her first. I thought it was a dumb idea. So did Sean. We’d talked about proposals before and I’d expressed distaste for public proposals, jumbo screen proposals at Dodger Stadium, and proposals in the middle of a big family event. That may be great for some women, but not for me.

I brought up the marathon proposal again last night. “You know, now that I’ve actually run a marathon, I think a proposal then is an even worse idea. I know how I am, and I know I’d cry. And then I’d get boogers and that would affect my breathing. I’d be mad.”

Sean nodded and re-agreed. We laughed and ate more chips.

When we got home, I took some pictures of some of my marathon stuff and had Sean crouch down to take a picture of my shoes on the floor. It still hurts to squat and sit down. While I had my back turned to him, I got a text message. It was a Twitter update (I get Sean’s tweets via text message).

Getting my attention

I turned around.

He was kneeling.

“The marathon is over… So I’m asking.”

I knew he was serious, but I still asked, “Are you kidding?”

He pulled a small black box out of the pocket of his hoodie. He opened it to show a ring.

He was silent. I started to cry.

“You have to ask me.” I wanted to hear the words.

He choked up a little as he softly uttered, “Will you marry me?”


He got up, we hugged tightly like we used to at baggage claim after weeks without seeing each other. We call it airport hugs. I sniffed and said something about getting boogers on his hoodie. He didn’t seem to mind.

“You talked to my dad right?”


We hugged more and then I whispered, “I love you so fucking much.” He kissed me.

Then he let go and got back to the ring, still nestled in its box.

“Oh, let’s try this ring on. Let’s see if four and a quarter fits. It looks small.”

It wouldn’t go past my knuckle. I freaked out momentarily and then realized it was my right hand.

“Wait, this is the wrong finger.”

We tried the left ring finger, it got tight around the knuckle, but it fit.


Of course, I had to make some calls. My mom had actually called during dinner to check up on how I was feeling. I found out soon that my parents knew Sean planned to propose, but didn’t know when. Last week, he enlisted Lori’s help to get my dad alone on Saturday at the party/fundraiser. They were surprised it was so soon. Sean was too. He didn’t know he’d be asking last night, but he had to. The ring was, “burning a hole in his pocket” and he just had to do it.

Read Sean’s side of the story, here.

Blood, wet and tears

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I ran the Los Angeles Marathon today.

My legs are sore. Sitting down hurts. My chest is chafed up and appears like I have a weird sun burn. My waistline is worse thanks to my running pants and the iFitness fuel belt I wore low on my waist. I screamed the moment hot water hit my wounds in the shower. My ankles are bandaged up hiding the few cuts on each. And I have a crazy appetite but little desire to eat. Food upsets my tummy. I’m sleepy, but when I tried to sleep all the caffeine in my system kept me up.

But I’m happy. Elated, really.

I ran a marathon. I ran it soaked from head to toe. I ran in an intense storm, the kind we rarely get in LA (think 2 inches in some parts and floods in others). I ran smart paces (sorta). I ran happy, smiling, interacting with spectators, and cheering on my fellow runners. And I met my goals. Namely, finishing and clocking in at 4:30 or less. I’m happy with my 4:23:56 finish, a 10:04 pace.

I’ll be back with more on hanging out at Dodger Stadium at dawn, running in a crazy storm, bloody ankles, the cool SRLA student carrying a Mexican flag, those “smart” paces, my favorite signs, splits (for my fellow running nerds), my new found love for GU Roctane, admiration for spectators and volunteers braving the rain, the great support and signs from my family and Sean, the final few miles I ran choking back tears, finishing strong (!), post-race family reunion and subsequent misery (I was cold and wet, y’all, I think I was on the verge of hypothermia), and recovery.

Chavez Ravine to Santa Monica

This is what I’ll be listening to Sunday morning as I run through LA. Well, pilule some of it as the whole playlist is 9.6 hours long and I will not be running that long. I likely won’t have my earbuds in the whole way through in order to really take in the experience, hear the crowds, and absorb other runner’s energy.

There’s no theme to the playlist. I’ve been using the same ~140 songs or so since the 18 mile Friendship Run six weeks ago. There are some running-related songs, some that make me feel like a bad ass, some that make me happy, and some that just make me want to move and dance. It’s been a good motivator for the 20+ mile long runs. (I actually start off with some podcasts for the first few miles as I warm up.) I added some upbeat songs from my LA-centric playlist for obvious reasons.

La Pregunta: What would you add? Any LA-centric or running songs you love?
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