Posts Tagged ‘Los Lobos’

Friday Goulash

October 2, 2009

Yep, that’s Mariah Carey.

I had a friend who ate goulash almost every Friday night of the eighties.  Her mother used to take all the dinner leftovers from the week, toss them in a pot with some elbow macaroni, Clamato, and an unnamed thickening agent and call it “Goulash.”  Tossing in a wooden spoon into the pot to complete the Oliver Twistish tableau, this tired mom would leave the goulash on the stove and her kids to fend for themselves for the rest of the evening while she retired to her living room for highballs and episodes of “Dallas”.  (more…)

Life Is But A Dream

July 26, 2009

A pigsty made of garbage: a masterpiece of unintentional irony.

A pigsty made of garbage: a masterpiece of unintentional irony.

Earlier this week, Kate and I attended our local County Fair with the aim of seeing the No-Shit-Legendary Los Lobos , eating meat on a stick, and maybe yucking it up a bit along the way.  The County Fair is yet another one of those vestiges of Redneck Culture that I still can’t seem to stay away from, no matter how many degrees I accumulate, how many books I read, or how deeply I ensconce myself in the Middle Class Pretensia known as Suburbia, USA.  My struggle to reconcile my roots with my tips, so to speak, is lifelong and I will stop at nothing, no matter how far-fetched or absolutely stupid, to make sense of it all. (more…)