Spelled with an X

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My parents, being from Mexico, unconventionally spelled my name “Alexandra” instead of “Alejandra.” My mother would make the point that Mexico, in Spanish, was pronounced “meh-hee-coh”—meaning, the “x” had a “j” sound (the “j” sound in Spanish is equivalent to the “h” sound in English). Although, to be fair, the “x” in every other Spanish word has the “ks” sound (conexión, xilófono, etc.).

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The Films and Writings of Daniel Reyes: Rambling Between Cultures

Daniel Reyes Filmmaker and Writer
Daniel Reyes, Childhood Home, Oyster Creek, Texas

NOTE: This article was originally published in LatinoMetro on June 7, 2012, three years ago today. Daniel and I later joked that I had unintentionally written myself into the article. Little did I know that I had literally written myself into his life. We’ve now embarked into a new chapter, where we collaborate on creative projects, as well as the great project of living life on this earth.

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Several years ago, I ran across the written work of Daniel Reyes, when I started to get serious about my own blog – Chronicles of Undercover Mexican Girl. I was curious. Who was out there? Was there anybody else like me? Were there any “Latino” writers trying to make sense of their cultural identities, re-capture childhood experiences, document present-day adventures?

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Why I Didn’t Join the Border Patrol

Join the Border Patrol Study GuideOne day, around 2008 or so, my boyfriend (now ex) brought me a book from the library. He couldn’t wait to show it to me. It was a complete study guide for the Border Patrol entrance exam.

He was fascinated with the U.S.-Mexico border in general, but he was especially fascinated with the music and the concept that it was a militarized zone to keep out the Mexicans. He even wrote a song about it, written in an ironic sort of way that both small town conservatives and big city liberals seemed to enjoy.

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Growing Up Mexican in America: What TV Taught Me

Family Ties | White American Family

Growing up Mexican in America can be confusing. Even if the U.S. Census tells you you’re “white,” you don’t really see your kind of “white” on television or film.

I used to be ashamed of living in South El Monte, California, a predominantly working class, Mexican American suburb of Los Angeles. As a child, I felt that my classmates and neighbors weren’t cultured or educated enough. The city itself was an eyesore, with block after block of light industrial manufacturing, a gritty crossroads of the 10, 60, and 605 freeways. The Catholic school I attended from first through eighth grade didn’t have a music or art program, and our textbooks were outdated and falling apart.

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Menudo in Austin: El Tacorrido (South Austin)

El Tacorrido South Austin

2316 South 1st St.
Austin, TX 78704
(512) 912-1939
El Tacorrido Sur | South Austin

The Highlights

  • Meat: smooth and honeycomb, a bit on rubbery side
  • Hominy: yes, but hardly enough
  • Toppings: cilantro (too any stems), limes, and onion (you may be able to request jalapeño)
  • Tortillas: mediocre
  • Availability: weekends only

I was initially suspicious of El Tacorrido. I mean, with a hip, clever name and all, and being in the 78704. Plus, it’s a drive-thru. With a cute little pig for a logo. How authentic could it possibly be? But still, drive-thru menudo? That’s just so convenient! Continue reading “Menudo in Austin: El Tacorrido (South Austin)”