Gustavo Arellano
Con su pluma en la mano
Canto XLVII: This is 40 (Going on 85)
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Another canto missed -- I know! I don't plan to make it a habit, but couldn't do it last week due to a...
Canto XLVI: The Valle is Lovely, Dark and Deep…
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Apologies for skipping last week -- deep in the salt mines. I've got three long stories lined up for the Los Angeles Times,...
Canto XLV: Who’s Gus?
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Sending this two days late because I'm still recovering from New Orleans, where I got a new nickname from White Power Randy: Category...
Canto XLIV: Gracias to the Real Chingones of 2018!
My 2018 was different than yours.
It began on Oct. 14, 2017, the day after I left my dream job at OC Weekly.
It ends on...
Canto XLIII: All I Want for Christmas is You…to Subscribe to My Friends
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This year, for the first time in over a decade, I knew exactly what I wanted to get for Christmas: magazine subscriptions.
I read...
Canto XLII: How to Succeed in Freelancing While Really, Really Trying
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Apologies for the delay in my canto. Had to do a last-minute road trip to Phoenix for a story. Finishing up nearly all...
Canto XLI: A Timeline of Mexican Anaheim
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Sometime next year -- I think in the summer -- my next big project will be announced.
It ain't a book, or a movie,...
Canto XL: Don’t Be Shy
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If you've seen me talk before, you know the drill: I'm like the legendary boxer Julio Cesar Chávez.
I start slow because I actually...
Canto XXXIX: Notes on Me Joining the Los Angeles Times Full-Time
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The rumors are true: I'm joining the Los Angeles Times full-time as a features writer focusing on Southern California everything...
Me and the Times...
Canto XXXVIII: Cheer, Cheer for Old Notre Dreams
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When I was reaching my teens, the only dream I had was to attend the University of Notre Dame.
I knew Knute. The fight...
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Canto LVII: Why I Don’t Wear Chuck Taylor All-Stars Anymore
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“So I see you don’t wear Chucks anymore!” my tax guy told me when we met about a week ago. “Moving on up...
