Tijuana Gringo | by Michael Thomas
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Venus is gone. I remember in the month when I started this diary how I was waiting to see it. Then I remarked on it. That, as Alfonso Caso once wrote, los planetas son las tzitzimime o tzontemoc, "los que cajeron de cabeza", es decir, los que parece que caen por el poniente.
Ah, yes, Venus is fallen. The planets fall, time passes, and the world turns. Here, on the edge of the postmodern future, Tijuana. Rising early in the morning, like the reborn star of dawn, while the rest of Mexico argues over whether or not to switch to "el hora del verano" -- i.e. daylight savings time.
Tonight another exposition opens at the cultural center -- CECUT. The new director is Teresa Vicenzo. The federal government announced her appointment last week after months of local anticipation and newspaper anxiety. Licenciada Vicenzo has been director of city libraries until now. Yes, that's right. The very person who asked me if I wanted to give a reading at the library in the park across the street from where I live. Mmmm. The plot, like a very good pudding, thickens.
The reading, if it goes as scheduled, will be the 25th of May. 7 p.m. in the sala de esplandian at the Ignacio Zaragoza library in Parque Teniente Guerrero. Oh, and so far this is NOT fictional.