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Is it a metaphor?
A sexual "wolf", as in "wolf whistle'; is he just wilding around with his homies?
Or are we talking "loup-garrou" here? Get the bruja!
Oh, by the way:
http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Comments.aspx/180782
Glad I checked back here to drop that link! I most likely miss this sort of "string" thing as it doesn't trigger the search device here, I guess.
posted by
majroj
on September 22, 2004 at 10:57 PM
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maj, that's what fascinated me, the wondering WHY he wore it.......
I know that I wandered around in costumes in my youth, saris and Spanish ladies' lace dresses and mantillas, come to think of it, I run around in African dresses now...oh well. I wanted to feel exotic. Maybe he wanted to feel powerful.
Or maybe he just liked the way he looked in it or the attention he got. Dunno.
Your Theory? Walk a minute in his wolf suit and explain it all.....
posted by
benzinha
on September 22, 2004 at 1:20 AM
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OK. What do YOU think the "wolf suit" deal was about?
posted by
majroj
on September 21, 2004 at 9:40 PM
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Abuelita, that hurricane makes it humid here, too.
And I agree about Lady K...although she shows how people can have such vastly different beliefs and still get along. It's funny....because I feel like she's shows the "real" me...the side I surrender to Temple when I write here. That's part of why I like her so much.
I agree with you, that we are always travelling, but I would really like a foundation to work with. I don't have family or a place that feels like home. Having that, having certain things as foundation would make the rest of it a lot easier. A lot less lonely, too. :)
posted by
Temple
on September 16, 2004 at 9:07 PM
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Temple, yes, summer returned yesterday, the coolness gone and I'm sweaty
again. It's that building hurricane/storm off of Mexico's Baja making my old doggie and I limp profoundly and groan a lot, darn.
I am glad that you like Lady Kenobi's writing, it is such fun, though she is so misguided politically!!! But, any horse that she recommends, bet on it!! Just not political candidates!!
I love the difference that I find between your serene, mostly, posts and her ranting ones. Two sides of myself found in you both.
You want to 'be' somewhere, as though there were such a resting and inactive and emotion free place, and I would love to say that the place exists, but it's all attitude and not circumstances. You will never arrive, but rather constantly travel and attitude makes that okay. I know, I've been waiting for that place and it is always just in front of me, like a wavy water slicked place just ahead on Life's Freeway in this desert.
We embrace today, no, and find enough in it for starting tomorrow.
posted by
benzinha
on September 16, 2004 at 8:46 PM
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jemmie, well it is simple, but I'm not sure about the 'beautiful' part,
but thanks for saying it. Have been reading of your problems and I just want to wrap you in cotton and put you in a safe box somewhere........
posted by
benzinha
on September 16, 2004 at 8:37 PM
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maj, good luck wishes deeply appreciated and needed. Gracias !!!
posted by
benzinha
on September 16, 2004 at 8:35 PM
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attax, I have been reading your blog posts but find myself speechless
afterwards and so haven't been polite enough to write comments. I apologize and will go do so soon. Wolf Suit, yes.........
I found a wonderful ex voto today in a new book that Mom bought for me and it was about being saved from the stomach pains caused by the over consumption of Coca Cola and Pepsi Cola. I loved it. Saved by a petition to the Santissima Virgen to end his addiction. I shall do one about Krispy Kreme Doughnuts, I think!!! Being saved from diabetic coma or a big soft butt.
posted by
benzinha
on September 16, 2004 at 8:34 PM
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LadyKenobi, Yes, my brother gave me a car, a 1985 Volvo station wagon,
and he put about $1,000.00 into repairing it, new tires, hoses, etc. Then he test drove it, going 90 mph from Phoenix to Tucson, to shake it out he said, and the power steering belt broke five miles from my home, freezing and ruining the power steering, which took out the air conditioning unit and so, I have a new used car sans power steering and sans air conditioning.
Then I yelled at that boy who punched that girl in front of my house and then proceeded to threaten with my old Rottie/Dobie crippled doggie and he came back and broke one back side window on it. C'est la vie du pauvre, or something like that. New hoopty, better than the oldie, yes.
My computer crashed again five times last night while I worked on a very important project and so, I will be here when I can and won't when I can't. Ratz !!!!
posted by
benzinha
on September 16, 2004 at 8:31 PM
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You always make me feel better about things when you write.
Like, I'm not alone in the day to day struggle to get things done or get moved in. I forget sometimes that I'm really the artist not the lawyer, and even as the lawyer I was always behind (except in court). I can't believe you didn't notice the bank being robbed! You gotta give props to the pro's that did it. No one got hurt, so that's good. My hair is redder, too, and autumn doesn't really come to southern california until October. September is a battle of the hottest month with the most humidity....and leaves ready to make a decent. My new apartment has a big green tree that takes up two front windows (in different rooms), so, as much as I love fall, I will miss the big green leaves showing a peek of blue sky and old spanish houses on the hill. You miss moving easily, I can do that and I miss furniture! I want to have a home again. It seems like rebuilding from that accident of mine will never move at more than a snail's pace. It's so frustrating sometimes. Trying to get the life I want sorted out. I'm beginning to wonder if I ever will get beyond this stuck place.
I remember that old rap. Used to go roller skating to it. I still listen to what is considered old school now, a lot of NWA and Tupac and Ice Cube. In my neighborhood the white girl driving too fast singing along with ....a big fat booty to attend to.....gets stares. It's so funny! Speaking of cars, Lady K said hoopty! One of my favorite words. Speaking of Lady K, thanks for "introducing" me to her. I adore her to pieces. And you, I adore you, and I agree with her...don't stay away so long. We miss you. 
posted by
Temple
on September 15, 2004 at 9:06 PM
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Abuelita
Simply beautiful.
You are an inspiration!
posted by
Jemmie211
on September 15, 2004 at 4:46 PM
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Viva Abuelita!
Nothing but good luck for the rest of the year, y'hear!?
posted by
majroj
on September 14, 2004 at 9:29 PM
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Wolf's Suit
Yes, life is good. Now that you're back it'll be better.
posted by
attax
on September 14, 2004 at 1:18 PM
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STOP STAYING AWAY SO LONG!!
so much to talk about here! So the BenzhinaMobile is no more? Did you get a new hoopty? We miss you when you stay away like this. I hope you're feeling better. Enjoy the autumn :)
posted by
LadyKenobi
on September 14, 2004 at 1:16 PM
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Friar, I loved reading your blog on waiting in the rain and loved how you
'peopled' the story and sloshed the rain all over everything. Wonderful !!!! Made me feel lke I was in Rio again in the rainy season. Evocative.
posted by
benzinha
on September 14, 2004 at 10:32 AM
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beachbelle, I am almost moved in, too and I've only been here two years.
I had banana bread with nuts in it with my coffee this morning, a leftover goodie from the Labor Day Picnic. My daughter made sun tea and I am still drinking that daily. I counted seven huge avocado pits in the guacamole, meaning that I ate a lot, because there wasn't much left when I walked away from the bowl. It sits at the bottom of my food pyramid, spreading itself across the length of it to hold up the other required foods. A staple, a desire, an addiction.
My favorite guacamoles have huge chunks of avocado in them, huge chunks of onion and garlic and tomatoes and mucho lime juice with some pulp available, too. I don't like it over mixed and soupy. Some days, I just cut open the 'aguacate', spin out the pit with my knife, sprinkle salt and papper on the halves and eat them with a spoon. My sister has trees in her garden which drop so many that a person can actually become sick of guacamole and that's almost as impossible as becoming sick of money.
In the house, great bb, I, like you, feared that it would never happen. So, do you love the house and where it is and how the sun shines on it in the mornings and how cozy it feels at night??
posted by
benzinha
on September 14, 2004 at 10:31 AM
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ca88andra,
being six and ten and four years old with an eccentric Abuelita is 'interesting' to my grandchildren right now. They smile, though the ten year old is beginning to look away with embarrassment, especially when I try to moon walk or do that Harlem shake thing.
It is our job to teach the children to never stop being foolish periodically and on purpose, as life is much too serious and dreary most days. I encouraged my children to have parties when teenagers so that I could dance. They said that 'other parents' stayed in their rooms while the parties went on in other homes. I told them that I was not that foolish nor gullible and had to police the area as a responsible adult. The children indulged me and danced with me and understood that I had to beat the bushes for hidden beer and young lovers.
So happy to hear that others like you carry on the tradition. Go Casseeeee, go Casseeeee, go Casseeeee.
posted by
benzinha
on September 14, 2004 at 10:20 AM
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Another textual photo album, benzinha
and in color too.
posted by
Friar__Tuck
on September 14, 2004 at 7:34 AM
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You would not have kept me away from the guacamole
Wow, a post paced with goodies. These sound like good times all right or maybe it is that you know how to enjoy things better than most. I too suffer from being friendly.
I am almost moved in...
posted by
beachbelle
on September 14, 2004 at 4:01 AM
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benzinha I can so relate to driving with open windows and loud rap music - especially retro rap. My boys get so embarrassed, especially when I wave my arms and sing along. Being a teenage boy with an eccentric mother must be a dreadful yoke to bear...
posted by
Ca88andra
on September 14, 2004 at 3:55 AM
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