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Canto XXX: You Can’t Go Casa Again
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First off, apologies for the delay in my canto. I usually send Saturday morning, but I reserve the right for a Sunday morning...
Gustavo Arellano’s Weekly, Canto XXIX: See Gustavo This Fall!
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Just came back from Southern Utah University in the tiny town of Cedar City—great time! Met a profe of Spanish who's a peruana...
The Glories of Lard: A Conversation With Ernest Miller of Coast Packing Company
I've known Ernest Miller, corporate chef for Coast Packing Company in Vernon, for about a decade. I first met him when he took a...
Canto XXVIII: A Hell of a Fandango
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As I've mentioned before here, I first journalistically made waves as a music critic, specifically covering rock en español. The grand irony is...
Gustavo Arellano’s Weekly, Canto XXVII: Are You There, Readers? It’s Me, Guti
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I never did read the young-adult classic, Are You There, God? It's Me, Margaret. Weird, because I read a bunch of the Judy...
Gustavo Arellano’s Weekly, Canto XXVI: Songs in the Key of Life Trips
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If you really, really, REALLY know me, you'll know that I love, love, LOVE music.
The earliest memory I have—even earlier than of my...
Gustavo Arellano’s Weekly, Canto XXV: Whistle While You WERK
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Greetings from Primm, where I'm getting gas on the road to Denver, where I'll be reporting a story for...someone about...something.
“Why are you driving...
Gustavo Arellano’s Weekly, Canto XXIV: How’m I Doing?
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I'll admit it—big projects this week caught up to me, giving me no time whatsoever to pen a more-fleshed out newsletter. On the...
Gustavo Arellano’s Weekly, Canto XXIII: Southbound and Down
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Greetings from Chattanooga, Tennessee, where they sell bánh mì tacos and mezcal is in all the high-end New South restaurants. The chica and...
Abuse Tracker, Influential Blog That Covers Catholic Church Sex-Abuse Scandal, Continues in Wake of...
In the summer of 2007, Elizabeth Hardin-Burrola, a freelance writer based in Gallup, New Mexico, suspected that the local Catholic bishop wasn’t telling the...
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Canto XXX: You Can’t Go Casa Again
Gentle cabrones:
First off, apologies for the delay in my canto. I usually send Saturday morning, but I reserve the right for a Sunday morning...
