Growing up as a kid, I loved playing games with all the other neighborhood kids and more often than not, cousins too. A lot of the games we played are your standard stuff like hide and seek, tag, freeze tag, trompos, canicas, soccer, going on long bike rides around the hood, hitting rocks with a stick, throwing stuff at RTD buses passing by, you know, those kind of games. The ones were all you needed was a bunch of friends and a sunny afternoon. Since we were all from low income families back in the day, course we didn’t know it at the time and speaking for myself, still am, we created our own fun and those were some of the best times I had in my childhood. I was even caught up in the whole pog craze. Then I got swept up in the yo-yo craze tambien. One of the best games I remember playing with my cousins was getting two sticks. A short, thick one and a long skinny one. We would dig a hole in the dirt and place the small stick over the hole. We would then used the longer stick to chuck the short stick as far as we could, the way you hit a golf ball with a club. The winner was who ever threw it the fardest. We had some good times playing with two sticks and a hole in the dirt. So, I wanna know what games you guys/gals played when you were a kid. Was it made up ? Did someone get hurt from the game ? Were you emotionally scarred for life like I was when you were picked last at everything because everyone thought you’d suck, but then you’d be the one kicking ass ? Do you even remember how to play those games ? (cause god knows I can’t remember how to play canicas anymore) Have you taught your kids, nephews and god children to play those same games ? Dime… AND please keep any crazy stories about playing house and doctor to yourself, this is a family site. Unless they’re really good, then please share them by all means 🙂
Category Archives: Eastside
José Lozano: Creating art of the buffoon—the darker side of humor
Artist José Lozano was born in Los Angeles, but early in his life lived in Ciudad Juárez, México the birthplace of his mother.  In Juárez he was exposed to the cultural icons that are now part of his artwork—bad Mexican cinema, fotonovelas, phantasm folk lore, lucha, comic books, boleros y rancheras and the flavors of the Juárez landscape. His family core returned to East LA when he was 8, where he attended public school and began to draw.   Later, through formal art training, he captured the essence that is his personal finger print as an artist. Continue reading
RANFLAS
One thing that amazes me is the customization that people do to their cars. I’ve seen $100 Pontiacs with $2000 rims, Japanese cars with disintegrating white body kits, Off Road trucks the size of my house, but nothing tops this kind of custom. Mama Capanita has a bad ass ice cream truck, nice combination of colors. I wonder how many people could fit in there?
GDL/LA: books y suavitel
Promo video for the Guadalajara Bookfair
As some of you might know, The City of Los Angeles is the invited guest at this year’s La Feria Internacional del Libro de Guadalajara appropriately taking place in Guadalajara, Mexico this weekend. There will be quite a few Eastside and other Los Angeles writers and artists heading down to participate in the various musical offerings, panel discussions and lectures. In particular, the Vexing exhibition will be making an appearance and artists Sandra de la Loza and Shizu Saldamando will be presenting Eighteen With a Bullet.
I recently returned from a trip to Guadalajara and have a warning for those heading down for the events. The GDL airport does not have x-ray equipment to search your checked-in luggage on your way back. Passenger luggage is picked through and examined by young, tough women with immaculate eye make-up who dig and pull your items from the suitcase in full view of everyone in the airport lobby. Be prepared and don’t end up like the poor ranchero who made a whole line of people gasp when a large homegrown camote was discovered and pulled out from the recesses of his bursting suitcase.
In case you are wondering what Guadalajara and Los Angeles have in common (that is, besides the hundreds of thousands of people that consider both of these cities home) you can buy Suavitel in both places. The guy who tried to bring his camote to Los Angeles obviously didn’t know this because the luggage examiner also pulled out a large bottle of the laundry detergent from his suitcase only to have the line of Tapatio-Angeleno passengers tsk tsk his ignorance. Hey, these things are good to know, right?
Just came across this blog following some of the LA folks in Guadalajara: Blogalajara, Vexico.
The Dentrimental Downer of the Digital Camera
On my way home up an undisclosed street in Boyle Heights at 11pm on a Monday night, I saw a news van parked in front of a food stand.* The food stand were run by a familiar Breed Street family. Since I had my digital point-and-shoot handy, I stopped and took a few photos (without the flash). I was immediately approached by one of the individuals with the food team and her male sidekick. They asked me in Spanish what I was taking the photos for. I responded in my poor Spanish that the photos were just for me, that I lived in the neighborhood and that I was also a regular customer. They proceeded to explain that they’ve been getting harassed by the cops and that all the Breed Street vendors were kicked out because of all the media hype. Then the news reporter for the [undisclosed] news station approached me and explained that they were there doing the story to publicize the negative repercussions the Councilman’s office has had on the livelihoods of the Breed Street family businesses.
For a moment, I felt like a criminal for carrying a handheld camera. Granted, from where I was standing and my lack of professionalism not having approached anyone for their consent, I did look like a suspicious onlooker with a possible ulterior motive. But I’m just an ordinary girl living in an ordinary world with an affordable digital camera made for the consumer. Why was I looked at as a threat?
Everyone has a camera these days, whether it’s a feature on their phone, a point-and-shoot within arm’s reach of their breast pocket, or an SLR slung around their shoulder. In a time where communication is excitingly instant via the phone and internet, however, it is easy to overlook the flipside of all the hype. People communicating and sharing information with each other on their own volition has become nearly detrimental to the livelihoods of the people we talk about on blogs like this. We’ve become LA Times’ enablers. We’ve even become, I dare say, enablers of gentrification. It’s become quite apparent that anything “underground” is considered “cool” and “hip.” Once it spreads word-of-mouth, we’ll see the information and all its details on a blog somewhere. Then it becomes officially popular and the official news media go after their hot story secretly using the local blogs as their direct source of information. Then it becomes a matter of control. City councilmen suddenly become the faces of everything that’s been going on in their very own community that they didn’t know about before the LA Times article appeared.
Lesson learned: use caution when taking photos.
Solution: Should I just take pictures of landscape and candids at family barbeques to avoid any possible controversy?
*names will not be named
Sign the petition for the Breed St. food vendors
Notice anything out of the ordinary here? Well if you ate here, you would know that a few hundred people eating some of the greatest soul food around are missing. Over the last few weeks, the vendors at the street food oasis have been getting raided by the police. Normally, they would disappear for a while only to come back in full force as if nothing ever happened, but something did happen. Things got out of control and the oasis got burned, big time. First it was the L.A. Times a few years ago, as Chimatli tells me, and fellow bloggers putting it on blast and telling everyone to go check it out. And there’s nothing wrong with that, but because this was an under the table operation, there was a need for a level of discretion that helped the vendors make a living and kept the cops at bay. That harmony is now gone and so are the vendors.
This Wednesday–Speak Up!
Eastside Extension: Now Open!
Finally, it’s here. Dangerous intersections and all. I took a quick look before the crowds, click ahead to see some pics.
Eastside Gold Line Safety signs in local lingo
Proxima Estacion
Where’s the station? [LA Eastside contact form]
Hola Amigos,
Been reading your site since I moved to the east side last year, it’s just so different and cool here, you know? Pops doesn’t visit, but he’s just too into his cookie cutter suburban life. I love seeing the abuelitas pushing their laundry as I’m having my morning coffee. It’s just so real and authentic.
Checking out the opening of the mta east side extension this weekend with my bros, but I can’t figure out where the the Silver Lake or Echo Park stations are located. Is there like a shuttle or something? Maybe we can add Little Joy to the pub crawl, they have an awesome new mural that’s super sweet. Hook us up with the details, we want to check out the fiesta! Viva la east side!
(Ed. This cannot be real.)
The Fifth Ecology: Los Angeles Beyond Desire
I love L.A. and there is nothing I would change about this beautiful city, except maybe peoples attitudes but that’s another story. Gallery 727 and Department of Architecture at the Royal University Collage of Fine Arts in Stockholm and the Latino Urban Forum present what will be a great show on how L.A. can survive without fossil fuel.
A Cine sin Fin Quinceañera
I am ecstatic about the 15th Annual East LA Chican@ Film Festival, Cine sin fin this year. I never really heard about it until last year and from looking at past years, a lot of great movies have been screened here. This year all the movies that are to be screened are in one location in Boyle Heights, Casa 0101. See ya there. Bring Popcorn, tapatio and limon. 🙂
Screening Dates: Nov. 12, 13, 14, 20 and 21
Film and Event Program Schedule:
Thursday, Nov. 12th, VIP Reception, 7 pm
Special Screening: Casa Libre (Documentary – Dir. by Roberto S. Oregel) at Brooklyn & Boyle, 2003 East 1st St., LA, CA 9033
Friday, Nov. 13th,
Silent Shame (Feature- Dir. by Dalia Tapia) & Opening Night Party. 8 pm at Casa 0101 Annex, 2102 E. 1st St., Los Angeles, CA 90033
Saturday, Nov. 14th, • Documentary Focus, 8 pm
Purepecha: Poorest of the Poor (Documentary Short – Dir. by Cheryl Quintanta Leader)
As Long As I Remember: American Veteranos (Feature Documentary – Dir. by Laura Varela) at Casa 0101 Annex, 2102 E. 1st St., Los Angeles, CA, 90033
Friday, Nov. 20, 8 pm
Reel Polemic (Short – Dir. by Elias Serna)
Intimidad (Feature – Dir. by Ashley Sabin) at Casa 0101 Annex, 2102 E. 1st St., Los Angeles, CA 90033
Saturday, Nov. 21, 8 pm
Tijuaneros (Short – Dir. by Paul Bobadilla)
Between Stories (Feature – Dir. by Domingo Vara) at Casa 0101 Annex, 2102 E. 1st St., Los Angeles, CA 90033
Contact:
A La Brava Producciones Revolucionarias
673 South Fickett St.
Los Angeles, CA 90033
(323) 265-2344
cinesinfin@gmail.com
www.alabrava.com