mexico rural

fox mulder checks into a hotel in rural new mexico on the hunt for another mysterious x file

“name?” asks the woman at the front counter

“juan,” he replies, “juan tubeleve”


Sunset Over Magdalena Mountain, Central New Mexico by Colleen Gino

my meow-meow the science cat tag

Meow-Meow was born the smallest and greyest of a litter of 5. His parents were farm cats for Tom and Millie Santos, an elderly couple living in rural New Mexico. Life was pretty good back then. But when Millie died, Tom couldn’t take care of himself on his own, never mind seven cats, and moved to Santa Fe to live with his son and daughter-in-law. They took all the cats they could find with them, finding them new and loving homes elsewhere. But Meow-Meow was only little and found change very scary and hid under the house the whole time. Tom didn’t know where he was, and Meow-Meow wouldn’t come when called. So eventually they had to leave him behind :(

They sold the house to a guy from LA who wanted to convert the big old disused missile silo out back into an underground apartment complex. So soon there was an influx of construction workers and machinery that scared Meow-Meow even more. He was still living under the house, or in the attic, where people couldn’t reach, eating the moths and bats and mice. This guy who brought all the noisy, thumpy machines only got so far when the housing bubble burst and the whole place was left alone. So by the time Meow-Meow was an adult cat, he was pretty used to being alone. It was okay, not great.  There were no ear-scritches, or boob cuddles.

But after a while a new set of thumpy, noisy humans arrived, with their own set of machines, and filled out the house again. They weren’t so bad as the construction humans but they weren’t turning it back into a farm like Tom and Millie.

One night there was a big thunderstorm and Meow-Meow had to run back to the house to hide under the porch. Which is scary enough anyway - double scary when there’s a big big big human sitting on the porch swing watching the storm with a beard and a grin on his face. This one has the heaviest footsteps of all and Meow-Meow listens to them clumping back inside.

“There is an animal residing under our porch,” Thor announced, pointing a finger downwards.

“Aww, it’s probably scared by the storm,” cooed Darcy, while Jane went with a suspicious “what kind of animal? You want raccoons? This is how you get raccoons.”

“Small, four-legged, and fast. Dark grey.”

“We’re gonna need more than that, buddy,” Darcy prompted.

“Hmm, well, its face had the appearance of having collided with a very steep hillside.”

Darcy and Jane figure that is a cat but that there’s no point trying to coax it out when all it wants to do is hide.

In the morning the storm is gone and Meow-Meow pokes his head out from under the house. It’s a bright sunny morning, with a light breeze, and a bowl of tuna fish sitting just by the steps. He hasn’t had tuna for ages and ages!! So he gobbles it all up and when he turns around there’s another human on the porch. Not a big scary one this time. A smaller one, with dark-hair, who makes kissy noises and looks like she’d be really good at boob cuddles and ear-scritches. He’s very tentative at first but Darcy gives the best boob cuddles.

He gets a bath (!), some more cuddles, more food, a trip to the vet (!!) and then brought back to the house. Inside the house, not under it, where Darcy has Meow-Meow’s very own cat-bed lined up next to hers. And a food dish, and a scratch post, and lots of boxes, and lots of things that light up and go beep. He becomes Darcy’s cat, and she becomes Meow-Meow’s human.

Jane is fine. She isn’t so good at cuddles as Darcy, but she lets Meow-Meow sleep on the machines that get warm. It takes him a while to get used to Thor. After all, Meow-Meow is just a small creature and Thor is probably the biggest creature Meow-Meow’s ever seen, and he once saw a coyote!

So that’s how Meow-Meow came with the lab and became an indoor cat, science intern and beloved pet. He still likes to eat moths though. They’re crunchy.

You know what REALLY grinds my gears in the Netflix Daredevil series? Theres a lot of things but one little line drives me up the walls.

When Karen asks Matt if he wishes he could still see he says some really poignant stuff about accepting yourself as a whole person and then SHOVES all that aside.

And says he wishes he could see the sky again.

The. Sky.

So not only did they get close to an important, poignant counter to ableist culture, they sailed right past it and picked the most BANAL thing I can conceive of. The sky is just… blue. 

Like maybe the night sky if he lived in like… rural New Mexico. I’ve heard that is a sublime experience in the romantic sense. 

But Matt has lived in fucking hell’s kitchen all his life. What in the name of all that is good is in the sky that he’d want to see badly???

There was so much he could have said. What would Matt Murdock want to see again?

Great question right?

Yeah the folks behind the 2012 comic thought so too.

Theres a machine in issue 17 that briefly lets Matt watch a tape Foggy got ahold of. It was a tape of Jack Murdock’s winning match.

Foggy nearly DIED getting this chance for him because he believed it would mean THAT much to Matt. 

There’s a fair share of ableism here, but AT LEAST it was a relevant moment of character development. What he saw was chosen with care. It strengthens what Matt’s dead meant to him and HOW he got to see it was part of Matt and Foggy’s relationship as law partners maturing. And you know… it was an opportunity Matt just sort of agreed to. Rather than sitting on a couch being sad about not seeing the sky.

I guess what I’m trying to say is… assuming anyone with a disability would have a deep pining for that ability is pretty damn ableist. 

Assuming that a person with a disability would want to be rid of that disability just to see something mind-numbingly banal reveals the absurd amount of value you place on your quality of life over theirs. 

I just really fucking hate that line.


Cristo de perfil, pintura pontillista / Cristo tres quartos / Cristo apacible

1964, por Raúl Anguiano (1915-2006), pintor y muralista mexicano.

Anguiano is considered to be part of the Mexican muralism movement, although younger than the three most important figures (Rivera, Orozco and Siqueiros) and he was one of the last to work with Diego Rivera. He was part of the continuance of their tradition, called the “second generation” along with Juan O'Gorman, Jorge González Camarena, José Chávez Morado, Alfredo Zalce, Jesús Guerrero Galván and Julio Castellanos. They challenged the political and status quo and experimented with muralism but kept certain traditional artistic canons. He stated “My forms of expression are based on realism, but not on naturalistic realism.”

Most of Anguiano’s work focuses on indigenous and rural Mexico, its festivals, history traditions and religion, which for him was Mexico.  Anguiano’s mural work is mostly inspired by the Mexican Revolution and the efforts of those related to Álvaro Obregón afterwards. Oils and other works had themes from pre Hispanic ruins, especially Mayan stele, landscapes and the life and customs of the Lacandon Jungle.[4] Work such as “La Espina,” “Lacandonas asando monos zarahuatos” and “Nákin de perfil,” depicted indigenous as contemporary people, rather than historical. He also depicted the problems facing them such as the destruction of the environment. His work is credited with helping to educate many about rural life in Mexico as well as discrimination against the indigenous. He said that in his work he “sought to glimpse the soul of the Mexican people.” He masterpiece is considered to be “La Espina,” which was used for many years to illustrate public school textbooks. It depicts a Lacandon Maya woman seated and digging a spine out of her foot with a knife.

sammymunchiecheerios  asked:

I brush my teeth daily js

as you should. did you know that toothpaste doesnt really do anything? Its just the brushing that matters. Idk thats what my sister said, and shes a dental hygienist. Also my dad lives in rural mexico, and he told me he used to brush his teeth with sand