Looking through the Chagall Windows

Properly called the America Windows, they are what everyone in Chicago has called the Chagall Windows for as long as I can remember, and I was born some years before they were installed in the Art Institute of Chicago in 1977. A tribute to a city and a nation from the great Russian-French-Jewish artist and […]

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Cooking Mexican in India

The games continued, unfolding the birth of a new cuisine, in much the same way our ancestors had done on different continents.

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‘Banho de floresta’ na Copa do Mundo | ‘Forest Bathing’ in the World Cup

Apenas shinrin-yoku para me acalmar hoje depois de assistir meu amado México perder para o meu amado Brasil em um jogo tenso, eliminatória, da Copa do Mundo. A prática japonesa de banho de floresta tem benefícios comprovados para a saúde, então eu fiz uma curta caminhada até o Parque Lage do restaurante nem-tão-mexicano que recebia […]

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Book review: “El llano en llamas” (the Burning Plain and other stories) by Juan Rulfo

Framing the context of the Rulfo’s work, my nephew could help but to ignite interest: “No te olvides que la Revolución Mexicana sucedió antes de la Rusa, ¿eh?” he said, reminding me of the global significance of the violent land and agrarian reform that was the Mexican Revolution, which happened even before that of the momentous Russian one that changed the course of history for the world.

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Cuando tradiciones se globalizan / When traditions go global

Felíz por haber visto el papel picado volar aquí en Brasil para Día de los Muertos, aunque fuera de plástico, al contrário de la antíqua artesanía de tradición poblana. Me parece que la celebración mexicana será la próxima moda comercial, mundial, como ni Halloween ya ha conquistado ‘seguidores’ por el mundo entero. Espero que la arrancada de […]

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Architecture for the mind when a city transforms

The sight of the homeless man taking a shower on the sidewalk while completely dressed from a garden hose held above his head by doorman through a fence was so pitiful that it was impossible not to exchange embarrased glances with the early morning dog walkers and even the doorman, who relpied to everyone without speaking, what else can I do?

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Conversion is violence

No matter how much faith they might have had in their Lord, the view of the fuming volcano in such a foreign world might have filled the Jesuits with just enough doubt to worry as they looked across the valley from the destroyed pagan city of Cholula to behold the smoking giant the natives called […]

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Portals of Puebla

The portals of Puebla — or should I say the poems of Puebla — have never ceased to captivate me.

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