Archive for September, 2007

El Aborto Ilegal

September 20, 2007

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Aren’t Christian Fundamentalists cute?

From abroad, it’s hard to take things like the Voter Values Debate seriously. I don’t know why, but when you’re separated by a couple thousand miles from this kind of homophobic, anti-choice, reactionary bullshit, it just seems kind of kooky and funny. And there’s nothing better than sitting in bar with some Nicaraguans, explaining to them that in the United States our most retarded voters ask leading, loaded questions to empty podiums and consider that a “historic” political debate.

But imagine for a second that these batshit-insane fundamentalists actually guided policy. Imagine that they actually struck down Roe v. Wade. That’s what it’s like here in Nicaragua, where all forms of abortion — including cases where the woman’s life is at risk — are illegal. (more…)


Nicaraguans Love the Dicks

September 18, 2007

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You see some weird shit here in Managua.

The other day I was walking down the street near my house, and all the sudden, a horse drawn carriage-like thing comes barrelling down the road. These horse-drawn carriage things aren’t too uncommon down here. Sure, it’s not a major form of transportation, but I’ve seen more than a handful of these horse-drawn carriages in the few weeks I’ve been here.

What was weird was that the driver was wearing a “Dicks” t-shirt. Yes, that band. For all my friends who aren’t up on there obscenely named punk bands, The Dicks were an obscure ’80s hardcore punk group that wrote a lot of songs about homosexual sex (they really broke boundaries back in the day). Their first single “Dicks Hate the Police” is arguably the best hardcore punk song of the ’80s. If you’ve ever heard a queercore song, you’ve got The Dicks to thank for that. They’re pretty much the best hardcore band of the 80s that didn’t come out D.C. Pick up The Dicks – 1980-1986 to see why.

I stood there in shock for like five minutes. I mean seriously, what the fuck? Was he a Dicks fan? He can’t be. It’s hard to find Dicks albums in the U.S., much less down here where the new Kanye West album doesn’t exist. (1,000,000 hugs to the first person to up that to sendspace to me. Austin/Jes/Rebecca, I’m looking in your direction.) And even if he was a fan, I find it hard to believe that he’d import the t-shirt all the way from the states. That would be a rediculous waste of money for a guy who’s still using transportation from the 16th century.

So I’ve come to the conclusion that somewhere in the states, some generous punk thought it would be funny as hell to donate all his obscure punk t-shirts to a Nicaraguan charity. In fact, when I get back to the states, I’m going to make it my goal to donate random obscure punk t-shirts to charity. So keep an eye out for Haitians wearing Suicide or Drive Like Jehu t-shirts in the coming years.

Estoy Vivo…

September 4, 2007

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In case you might be curious, I’m alive and well in Managua.

Managua is an extremely strange city. There are no tall buildings because they were all knoced down in the earthquake of ’72, and ever since then, nobody has wanted to build tall buildings because of the cost associated with making them earthquake proof. So everything is low to the ground, and the tallest building I’ve seen is the Holiday Inn.

I’m currently living in a working class barrio in the center of the city with a really nice family. Managua is rationing electricy right now, so we don’t have power from 2-7 p.m. The water only runs from 3-8 a.m., so if I wake up late, I have to take a shower by dumping a bunch of water we have stored on myself. This means that I always wake up early. My host father was a guerrillero that fought in the revolution and against the contras. The mother of the household participated in the literacy crusade. They’re die-hard Sandinistas, although they seem to have mixed feelings about Daniel Ortega, for obvious reasons. They also have 5 year old niƱo, who’s really funny (Although I can’t understand a word he says because everything he says is a couple of octaves above what I’m used to).

The guy in the photo at the top of the page is Sandino. The FSLN put this on top of the hill between old and new Managua when they transfered power in 1990.

I’ll have more updates once I’m done with my Fulbright application, so expect more soon. Until then, check out the photos I’ve uploaded to Flickr.