Sundresses, tequila and tejanas

My first birthday party was rather wild

Things I like about this photo from my first birthday party (one of my all time favorites):
1. My sundress (my mom has great taste)
2. My little baby arms and complexion
3. I’m wearing a Tejana (probably Papá Chepe’s or my padrino José’s)
4. Um, I’m hugging a bottle of tequila. I wouldn’t let go of the bottle even when I went down for my nap.
5. How more Mexican can a baby be?

I’m pretty sure my 31st birthday won’t involve sundresses and bottles of tequila. At least not today. But a sundress and a cowgirl hat? That could be done.

31, East Village & NY near misses

31 at S'Mac (macaroni and cheese restaurant)

Things Sean missed after leaving New York and moving to LA:
- Several blizzards (except for the one that delayed his move 3 days)
- The second hottest day in New York City history
- An earthquake
- A hurricane

Things Sean misses about LA and wants to do when we return to NY in the fall:
+ Play football with ZogSports
+ Visit various restaurants
+ Walk/take the train everywhere
+ Wear his fall coats again (he gave them to his brother before he left)
+ Go to happy hour with friends
+ See family, of course
+ Hopefully see the Yankees in the playoffs

31, Los Angeles & GPOY pre-post

31 - LA sports fan version

Maybe sometime soon I’ll have a photo of me wearing/holding up the jersey of whoever gets #31 on the NFL team we might get in LA.

I also chose this photo because it’s a gratuitous before/after photo. The first photo is from January ’09 on my first trip to the Staples Center. After the Red Wings beat the Kings, my date and I wandered around the store; of course I had to take a photo of the Kurt Rambis’ jersey. I know the jersey covers up most of me. Oh well, you can see it in the face right? This photo was taken just a few days after I started WW. [This is usually the "before" picture I use.]

The Dodgers jersey was a gift from Sean. The first jersey he bought was lost somewhere in a postal office in NY. Someone out there has a Dodgers jersey and is confused; there are no Mosquedas on the Dodgers. I took the second photo in June ’10, after getting to my goal weight and achieving WW Lifetime status.

There are a lot of differences between January ’09 me and August ’11 me. Things that I didn’t foresee happening in January ’09:

  1. Successfully losing 31% of my starting weight (60 lbs).
  2. Running a mile without stopping. Hell, running much longer distances without stopping and really enjoying it.
  3. Cooking decent home-cooked meals.
  4. Still loving the Dodgers even as they go through one of the worst seasons ever, both on and off the field. Troubles include life-threatening violence in the parking lot, threats of MLB taking over, severe decrease in attendance, possible bankruptcy and not being able to make payroll on the first of the month.
  5. Going back to work as a research assistant for my advisor to study the educational pipeline of underrepresented minority research scientists.
  6. Getting an article I co-wrote with colleagues published in a top tier education journal. I was last author, but that’s okay.
  7. Losing two long time roommates and seeing my living situation turn upside down initially. In the end it all worked out and I have some pretty cool roommates.
  8. Beginning to date Sean, the guy who inspired the concert buddy search and a post on mini crushes. After 9 months of doing the LA/NY thing, he moved to LA. A few months later, he asked me to marry him. Now we’re planning a wedding. Fun times (sorta).
  9. Having my words featured in some pretty cool places. I wrote about college affordability on the NY Times debate blog and was featured along with my father on NPR’s Morning Edition and Latino USA talking about our father/grandfather. I’m such a nerd that a year later I’m still geeking out over that.
  10. Getting in to the reading running and healthy living blogs. (More the former as the latter typically bore me.) These would inspire some quality snark and contributions to a meme. Today I found out I won Angry Runner’s contest. Neat.

There are some things that haven’t changed since then. Some of the changes were tough. The change in roommates wasn’t easy. Neither was breaking up with Alan in November ’09. I only alluded to it here, but it felt a little too personal for the blog.

31, Pico Union and summer reading

31 at Hoover and Pico

When I was a kid, I never left home for a short or long car trip without a book tucked under my arm. When my mom would take me to library, I’d come back with a tall stack. My mom would look at me, “are you really going to read all those?”

“Yup.”

I don’t read for fun as much as I’d like to these days, but I still get some good reading done on my short commute to work. Lately, my commute feels too short and I find myself reading my book as I walk up to the office. This summer’s bus reading (so far):

Down & Delirious in Mexico City: The Aztec Metropolis in the Twenty-First Century by Daniel Hernández
I’ve been following Daniel’s blog since he started, I think. I knew this book was coming, but didn’t expect that it would feel so familiar after reading about some of the characters and anecdotes in his blog. I picked up Down & Delirious at a book signing in Lincoln Heights in early March. I read the introduction, but stopped there because I didn’t have time to dedicate to it. I’m glad I picked it up again, because I really enjoyed it. It made me want to return to D.F. for a second trip and re-experience that sense that there was so much going on all the time. It was sensory overload. Hernández is a great writer and draws the reader in as he describes a variety of D.F. neighborhoods, landscapes and characters as distinct as a young fashion designer to a veteran punk. My favorite chapter was “The Originals of Punks.” Another plus: Hernández includes a lot of other texts, both primary and secondary, about the youth subcultures he’s discussing. For the academic in me, it was a good way to round out the voices from the “experts” and the subjects in youth subcultures.

Fun Home: A Family Tragicomic by Alison Bechdel
Sean has supplied me with several great comics and graphic novels in the past year and a half. Fun Home is undoubtedly the most literary of all those graphic novels, well memoir. I didn’t know much about Bechdel, but quickly learned about her tragicomic childhood, teens and young adulthood. Tragicomic is probably the best way to describe her stories about her father, his death, her coming out process and other key events in her young life. Fun Home is a quick read; I read it on the long drive back from Yosemite.

The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle by Haruki Murakami
Prior to Wind-Up Bird, I’d only read one other Murakami work, his non-fiction memoir on distance running (What I Talk About When I Talk About Running). I liked that well enough and had heard good things about his novels. Still, I had no clue what to expect. I picked up the novel on a quick trip to Barnes & Noble for some camping trip reading material. I got Wind-Up Bird for me and Born to Run for Lori. I didn’t start reading until after the trip, which was probably good because it’s not the easiest novel. After I finished, I was a little unsatisfied and confused. I still want to talk about it with someone especially before I jump in to another Murakami novel.

21: The Story of Roberto Clemente by Wilfred Santiago
Another quick, yet touching read. Anyone who knows about Latinos in baseball, or baseball for that matter, knows about Clemente. He’s legendary for a great reason: he was one of the best ballplayers ever and he was quite the humanitarian. Sadly, it was that desire to improve the world that led to his demise. Even though I knew all about Clemente’s death and the events leading up to it, I was still left crying at the end of Santiago’s 21.

Mixed: My Life in Black White by Angela Nissel
I picked this one off of Sean’s book shelf. (Sensing a theme here?) I read a few pages and decided I wanted more. Nissel is funny and has a way of describing those painful childhood memories that you cried about at the time in a way that makes them seem not-so-bad. She had a lot of those memories as a mixed girl growing up in Philadelphia in the ’70s and ’80s. Even though I’m not mixed, I could identify with some of Nissel’s experiences doing the sorta-militant nationalist thing in college, distrust of “the man” and being color struck in the wrong direction. I may have never gone as far as laying in a tanning bed to get a darker shade of brown, but I definitely envied my brothers who looked much more indigenous.

One Perfect Day: The Selling of the American Wedding by Rebecca Mead
This one deserves it’s own post. As someone planning a wedding and still reeling from the initial sticker shock of the cost of average American wedding, it was interesting to read see weddings from the other side. Mead covers the wedding industry primarily from the perspective of the vendors who sell brides gowns, memories, honeymoons, ceremonies and receptions reflecting her individual taste. I felt something was missing with Mead’s take down of the wedding industrial complex. It’s the same thing I see in blogs… they’re just so, um, white. The US is a diverse place and weddings reflect that, but you don’t get that from One Perfect Day. Still, it’s a good read for some background on how something like the diamond engagement ring came to be part of weddings.

The Dirty Girls Social Club by Alisa Valdes-Rodriguez
Okay. I didn’t read this. I got 20 odd pages in and decided I hated it. There were too many italicized words that didn’t need to be emphasized and sentences ending in, “you know!” It’s going back to the library.

Born to Run: A Hidden Tribe, Superathletes, and the Greatest Race the World Has Never Seen by Christopher McDougall
I’m half way through and so far loving Born to Run. I didn’t expect it to be one of those can’t-put-down books. I borrowed it for an afternoon from Lori as I lounged around at my parent’s house and recovered from a big lunch and a 17-mile long run that morning. Lori’s still reading it so I had to leave it at the house, but as soon as the library opened up Monday morning, I went and picked up a copy for myself. So far, Born to Run reminds me of Michael Lewis’ Moneyball… but switch out minor league ballplayers for Tarahumara distance runners. I’m pretty sure I’ll be done with it well before the due date. And then I’ll be sad because it’s over and I wish I’d paced myself.

Any other suggestions? I still have about 5 weeks of summer left and a handful of half finished books in my bookshelf I hope to tackle.

What are you reading?

Above the fold

Quick.

What do I have in common with Justice Sonia Sotomayor, Celia Cruz, Joan Baez, César Chávez, Rita Moreno and Dr. Severo Ochoa?

We’re all on the front page of the official National Hispanic Heritage Month website.

Everyone else is there because they’ve had distinguished careers and made some amazing contributions to science, music, film and social justice. I just asked my dad the right questions and got a great story about my Grandpa.

I still have time to make those contributions to, um, something. Does blogging count?

Thanks to El Chavo for the heads up about the website.

Old school: Camping

camping

Things I like about this photo (1989ish):

  1. The Padilla kids are in it, in fact I only have it because Stephanie scanned it. Our parents are compadres and had been friends since they were teens. We grew up together and went to lots of parties and camping trips. We were all close in age. Tony was the same age as Danny; Kathy was a year younger than me; and Lori and Stephanie are the same age.
  2. We’re crammed in to our large brown tent on a camping trip, most likely at Kern River, one of my happy places. I’m pretty sure when we went to bed that night, we could still fell ourselves being pulled downstream by the cold waters of the river. Growing up, we took almost annual camping trips to Kern River with extended family and my parent’s compadres. I loved it, even when I’ve gone more recently as an adult. I’m going camping next week for the first time in Yosemite. My cousin and her boyfriend proposed the idea and the group quickly grew. It’ll only be cousins and our significant others. It’s been interesting to plan this out together rather than rely on our parents to pack everything. Hope we don’t forget something.
  3. Bunny ears. Since it’s unclear whether Tony or I am giving Kathy the bunny ears, I’m just going to blame him. It’s something a big brother would do, right?
  4. That sparkly headband. I went through a headband phase around 3rd or 4th grade. My mom hated it because she really wanted me to have my hair up in a neat ponytail or braided.
  5. Lori’s hair is finally growing out of the bob/bowl cut she rocked as a toddler.

I’m sure there will be more campground shenanigans after this trip.

Re-coloring my roots

“It’s been nine months since I’ve seen you,” Elenita said.

I just nodded my head and did the math. I knew it hadn’t been that long since I’d had my mom make an appointment with her stylist. Still, it had been months. I go six months between touch-ups, not six weeks.

I waver on my acceptance of my canas (grays), or my natural highlights. For summer, and an upcoming wedding, I wanted an even, dark brown tone, pretty much my natural color. I also was getting tired of the comments from the ladies at the nail salon.

The grays will be back. They’re pretty damn persistent.

Conferencing in Canada

The maple leaf

I was the first of our group of four to get to get to the customs desk in Toronto. I handed the officer my declaration form and passport. He looked at the section where I marked that the main purpose of my trip was business.

“What business do you have here?”

“Uh, academic conference.”

“Where is the conference?” he asked and looked at the 5 year old picture on my passport.

Downtown Toronto

“The Hilton. No, the Sheraton downtown,” I said.

“What’s the topic of the conference.”

I froze momentarily.

“Um, higher education and institutional research.”

He handed my documents back to me and waved me along to baggage claim.

I’ve attended a number of academic conferences during my graduate school career, but this was the first one in (a) a new city and (b) out of the country.

I got the business stuff done early on Monday. While Canadians were out celebrating Victoria Day, my colleagues and I presented a paper on graduate students in science and their relationships with their advisors, faculty, lab mates and other peers. That went well, and thankfully I had a good public speaking day. Even better, our PI/my advisor liked the presentation.

I didn't go inside. Entrance was about $20 and I didn't have much time.

I spent the rest of my short trip eating through my per diem, running along Lake Ontario, biking from downtown to High Park and back along the lake front, and hanging out with new/old grad school friends. I wish I had some photos from the parks along the lake and during my bike ride, but I’m much more concerned about my safety biking through a busy, unfamiliar street to whip out my camera. And I never take my camera out with my while running. It’s too bulky and I’m too busy, you know, running.

I’d love to go back to Toronto when the weather isn’t so finicky (it was warm/sunny, and then cool with light rain everyday) and I have more time to visit. We were really close to the Rogers Centre, where the Blue Jays play, but the team was out of town. If they weren’t, I’d definitely have gone to a game. I also remembered on my last day and last few hours of sightseeing that the Scott Pilgrim graphic novels are set in Toronto. When I visited the Baldwin Steps and Casa Loma, both felt familiar. I kicked myself for not doing a Scott Pilgrim tour of the city. Oh well.

Seemed like a nice place to write or chill

Ever since my friends and I got pulled aside and grilled by US customs agents as we returned from Vancouver, I get nervous crossing the border or going through customs at the airport. This time I worried they wouldn’t think I was the same person in my passport photo since (a) that photo is from 2005; and (b) I look much different. Fortunately, the US Customs agents asked fewer questions and I had no trouble getting back in to the states.

Hills and highlights

My sister posted the highlights of her day on FB. I’m copying her and listing some good things about my Tuesday.

I ran to the top of the popular Baldwin Hills Scenic Overlook with the SportEve running group. The climb from the street to the top was over 400 feet in less than half a mile. My calves were screaming and I had to take walk breaks, but it was worth it for the sunset views at the top. The run through switchback trails on the way down was nice too, except for the swarms of flies — hope I didn’t swallow one — and particularly steep part of the trail I was sure I’d tumble down. Thankfully, I stayed upright the whole time and didn’t have anything to add to the list of embarrassing moments.

Staying up super late searching for wedding venues online. There was the scary (starting dinners of $100/person at a hotel near my family’s home) and the funny. Make sure your speakers are on. Best thing was finding several sites that meet our needs and are within our budget (not that it really exists yet, we just know what we can’t afford).

I had my annual 6-month cleaning and check-up at my dentist. Well, I didn’t see my dentist, just the dental hygienist who did his job and sent me on way with a “everything looks cool.” I can’t say for sure I’m cavity free (was in November), but at least my smile is a little brighter today.

Work was quick and efficient. We’re preparing for one of my favorite [work] days of the year, Science Poster Day, is coming up. It’s an opportunity for me to take the photos that will later make it into our program’s handbook and talk to my students about their research. I don’t understand most of it, but it’s still cool to see them growing as scientists.

I made my first cup of coffee with a coffee maker. Yes, I know I’m years behind. In my defense, my parents are not coffee drinkers and neither were my several roommates over the years. The newest roommate, J, brought a coffee maker when he moved in last summer. I used some free Don Francisco coffee I got at a race expo.

How was your Tuesday?

A Cinco de Mayo miracle

Mexicanitos al grito de guerra If Cinco de Mayo was a real holiday — instead of just an excuse to drink lots of tequila — there’d be some kind of gift giving or at least all Mexicans would get hugs. Even, better there’d be Cinco de Mayo miracles and claymation movies reenacting the Battle of Puebla. That would be neat and then maybe people would know the real reason for the season.

We could even write letters with lists of our wants to General Ignacio Zaragoza (leader of the Mexican troops at the Battle of Puebla). The following would be on my list:

  1. Passage of the DREAM Act.
  2. Real immigration reform that includes a pathway to citizenship for the millions of undocumented immigrants living “in the shadows.”
  3. An end to the term “illegals” in reference to undocumented immigrants.
  4. For the Arizona legislature and governor to get it’s collective head out of it’s ass and to repeal SB 1070 and the slew of other racist laws it approved in the past year.
  5. To never again read/hear the word “guac” (sounds like “walk”) again as shorthand for guacamole.
  6. To never again read/hear the word “marg” as shorthand for margarita.
  7. To never again read/hear “wrap” in reference to a flour tortilla. I’ve given up with wraps to refer to cold burritos (ew), but I have to put my foot down when companies try to rename my beloved tortillas. I know the last three wishes make me seem like some kind of purist when it comes to the Spanish language or Mexican food and drink. I’m not, but reading/hearing the above words is like fingernails on a chalkboard. Casi me da asco.
  8. A long trip to Guanajuato, Zacatecas and maybe a resort town or two. I’d love to swim in a cenote again and go scuba diving.
  9. Another Café Tacuba album. It’s been almost 4 years since Sino.

I know I’m omitting a lot of important stuff, but I’d hope someone else’s letter to General Zaragoza would include items like ceasing construction on the border wall and a second Machete movie. What would you ask for?