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Monthly Archives: October 2009
Defining Onself in Eight Hundred Words
There are some days you just can’t make lists for. Today was one of them. Too much stuff in a whirlwind in my brain and me catching drifts here and there but not really cruising on any of them. Still not quite sure what I did today or what I should have [...]
La Matanza: Goat Slaughter in Huajuapan, La Mixteca, Oaxaca, Mexico
Photos by Jorge Luis Santiago Text by Sarah Menkedick
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Last Friday we went to the annual goat slaughter in Huajuapan. 550 goats slaughtered on a Spanish hacienda in the Mixteca. I have been writing the experience out of my system for the past three [...]
Posted in Culture, writing Tagged huajuapan, matanza de chivos, mixteca, Oaxaca, travel mexico 6 Comments
Sometimes I realize I live in Mexico
Today smelled like Mexico. Smell is the most primal of the senses in triggering nostalgia. A smell brings on a literal nostalgia assault; you can’t look away from it, spit it out, plug your ears. You’re just going to have to remember. Yesterday smelled like Madison, like summer in Madison. It smelled almost exactly like [...]
A Letter to Fourth Place