Cristina’s Blog

A Puerto Rican Activist in San Francisco

A Glance At The Puerto Rican Independence Struggle July 30, 2008

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I am interested to hear your comments about this internationally overshadowed social justice struggle in my island. The assassination of Ojeda Rios by the FBI was one of our most painful tragedies and one more case of the historical FBI illegal persecution against leaders and members of the independence movement.

Have you heard about this? If not, blame the media for not letting you know that this country still holds a colony and has never ever been held accountable for it! Hope to read some comments.

The video begins with Filiberto Ojeda Rios talking in Spanish and the rest of the video is in English.

 

Cumple Feliz! July 19, 2008

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James # 28 Cris # 32 Bday…….. so much fun!

 

White Water Rafting July 19, 2008

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We went rafting the weekend of the 4th of July (no fire works heard, just the calming sound of the river) and it just simply ROCKED!
Andrea (co-worker/friend) and Bob (her partner) came with us to row row row the boat!

The camping site was beautiful and no mosquitoes hanging out, which made it bearable for James cuz he has suga’ in that blood, tellin’ yah!

We arrived Friday, set out tents, drank home made beer–courtesy of the Moksters (Andrea Mok & Bob Steiner named themselves like that… dorks), ate dinner, hanged out for a little more & went to sleep.

Saturday we spent the whole day rafting. The rapids go from class 2-5. We went through 2 & 3. Next time we are going 4 & 5 yeee!! Wannu join us?

Enjoy the photos!

 

My Normal Abnormalities July 15, 2008

Filed under: Art, Disability Issues, Political — cristinamaria @ 9:15 pm
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by Maria R. Palacios
copyright 2007

The normal in me can tell you
about distracted bones
that refused to learn
about motion,
about fingers that speak
a language of tangible deviations
and feet that fell asleep
before their time.

The normal in me
is the underexposed flesh
half shown to you
as you explore my imperfections
pretending that your hands are deaf
to the whisper of my scars.

My normality
has been redecorated
as an unusual
biological masterpiece,
a human canvas
displayed in front of you
the artist who values
the rare
the sensual
the woman.