Don Güero: September 2016

Friday, September 23, 2016

Eating a crap roll this Friday

One of these sushi names could use a little marketing help...

Monday, September 12, 2016

My encounter with The Raven

My first encounter with a live raven. I feel like Odin up in here.

" But the Raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only
That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.
Nothing further then he uttered – not a feather then he fluttered –
Till I scarcely more than muttered "Other friends have flown before –
On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before."
Then the bird said "Nevermore.""

Los gatos del cementerio - Cemetery cats

[English below]

En un cementerio de Coyoacán, incontables gatos hacen guardia en las puertas. Como macabras sentinelas, se congregan en silencio. No se mueven, no se acercan a los transeúntes ni se van corriendo, nada de maullidos, apenas si parpadean.

Aquí se quedan. Sentados, viendo. Esperando a alguien...o algo. ¿Estarán aquí para que nadie entre a profanar el camposanto...o para evitar que alguien salga de ahí?

Lo cierto es que estos felinos se alimentan de las ratas del panteón. Ya sabemos de qué se alimentan las ratas. No cabe duda - de manera indirecta, estos gatos consumen carne humana.

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In this cemetery of Coyoacán, Mexico City, dozens of cats stand sentinel at the gates. Sitting in silence, barely moving, never crying.

They sit and they stare. Waiting for someone...or something. Are they here to keep someone from coming in...or from getting out?

One fact cannot be avoided - these cats eat the graveyard rats. The rats...well, you can imagine what they eat. Thus, these are cats that, indirectly, survive by consuming human flesh.