Evo trying to end "El lamento boliviano"

Many years ago, Argentine rockers Enanitos Verdes cleverly summarized their agonizing love feelings in comparison to Bolivia's age-old cry over being poor and land-locked in ocean-happy South America. The lyrics, from "Borracho y Loco", one of my favorites:

Es mi situación/ una desolación/
soy como un lamento/ lamento boliviano/
que un día empezó/ y no va a terminar/
y a nadie hace daño.

Loosely translated:

My situation/ is a desolation
I am like a lament/ a Bolivian lament/
that one day started/ and will never end/
and it doesn't affect anybody.

Well, it definitely affects sweater-boy Morales, who will make his sea demand in the First ever Land Locked Summit in Cuba. Bolivia used to own an exit to the sea through the Lauca River, until Chile claimed it along with the Atacama province in the War of the Pacific (1890s).
Also happening in Cuba this week, Iran's Ahmadinejad makes his nuclear proliferation pitch to all the other Non-Aligned Nations in a more important summit.
With Castro and Chavez also making appearances, I'm sure Bush is thinking he could kill four birds with one stone on this one.

To all this, what is CNN Español showing? Fall fashion, of course.

Guglear o no guglear, esa es la cuestion.

El confuso estado de la lengua castellana se ve reflejado en la última propuesta lanzada por los directivos de la Real Academia Española, quienes estan discutiendo si deberían aceptar el término Guglear.
I used to be a language purist, back when I was a Argentine teenage brat frowning at the use of "troca" and "parquear". But I like this one, Guglear, derived from the recently added English verb to google.

Me voy. Facundo necesita guglear imágenes pornográficas. :)

Delayed World Cup review

As it turns out, Italy won the World Cup. I was happy to see them earn a well-deserved victory over the Germans in the semifinal and remain assertive in the penalty shootout. Penalties, as it has been said for years, are a sub-par way to decide who the victor is for a competition of a somehow related activity (soccer). Alsa, FIFA is a pussy and will never adopt a more creative tiebreaking method (like, say, forcing teams to gradually remove players from the field, thus creating more scoring opportunities). The truth is, the game's purists are a bunch of repressed girliemen who won't even accept simple innovations such as the addition of a second on-field referee. Just give them their old-time football and it's good enough for them.
On a personal level, I was crushed, disappointed, depressed after Argentina's quarterfinal loss in, of course, a penalty shootout to Germany. For some reason, I always get the right feeling before these things. I was sure we would beat Mexico in our Confederations Cup penalty shootout last year, but some reason (maybe Franco, maybe Lehmann) I knew going in that Argentina's world cup was over. See you all in 2010, hopefully I will be wandering the streets of Johanessburg as the games take place.
Last, thanks to Zinedine Zidane for saving Marco Materazzi's life. A true hero of world football.

Mean.

I was recently called 'mean'. As in, "man, you say mean things".

The person who made the claim is an overly sensitive attention seeker who lives to push my buttons at the end of the worst days, and she got caught up on a direct, witty, borderline asshole-y comment.

Anyway, I replied that "I am nice without saying nice things". Fixed it!

Truth is, I am a mean sonofabitch.

Oh, by the way, it's already summmer.

A day without an immigrant: tomorrow.

As the now infamous day without immigrants approaches, many are alarmed over the rumors of ongoing raids throughout the nation. Apparently, there has been a few in heavily Latino neighborhoods in the L.A. area today. Although no online services have shown any information regarding this, two of my contacts have already expressed some concern.
Are the immigration authorities trying to scare off immigrant families on the eve of May 1st or is this simply another case of paranoia regarding the seemingly-defenseless demonstrators? More on this later.

May 1st approaching

Two days till what is seemingly going to be a historic day for the immigration reform movement. The photo above pictures the thousands that marched in Phoenix last month.

Ouch.

Ever since the last time I felt life was treating me the way the above-pictured bull is, well, manhandling his matador I decided I needed to put my thoughts into writing more often. So here I go.