On Culture and Soft Shell Crabs

It’s my Birthday.

 

And oddly I feel ok…

 

It’s an uncharacteristically gloomy, soggy day here in Los Angeles. It’s quiet and uninteresting and that’s just fine. Just the kind of day you want to have on your natal day. Go figure.

 

But anywho back to the story.

 

My wife was sitting in a meeting yesterday when she heard the following…

 

Small asian woman at work: “You don’t want marry a Mexican. All you’ll get to eat are tacos and burritos.”

 

My wife was flabbergasted! My wife who married a Mexican! Who has to beg, plead, and make bodily threats so that I can make her a real Mexican diner.

 

Response from small ANGRY wife at work: “Are you kidding me! My husband wants to eat anything other than Mexican whenever he gets a chance!”

 

Small asian woman: “Huh???”

 

Wife: “My husband LOVES Japanese, Chinese, French, Thai, Southern, Outer Mongolian and Inner Mongolian. There isn’t a cuisine (Maybe Chilean and Guatemalan) he doesn’t like. He grew up eating Mexican food and likes it but he’s become enamored with every other cultures food. For goodnes sakes, he’s learning to use some God awful contraption to make his own Sea Salt for Parisian Mussels!!!”

 

Small fearful asian woman who now has the fear of God in her: “Huh???”

Age & Ambivelance

My birthday is coming up soon.

 

I will be turning 30.  I’m not going to lie and say that I’m looking forward to it and in fact I’m feeling very ambivalent about the whole thing.

 

*Sigh*

 

In the meantime I got a copy of one of my all time favorite games.  Final Fantasy VI is about as old school as you can get.  I plopped this little gem into my old Playstation and about three hours latter my wife woke up and told me it was 1:00 am.

 

Reminds me of the old times.

 

 

Moises

Introduction

Hello,

Welcome to the craziness that is my life.

In case you didn’t know (How could you. You probably came across this site
late at night while suffering the ill affects of a cheet-os induced
hallucination after watching late night television and checking in on the
one of a kind Elvis Presley on velvet portrait you’ve been tracking on eBay)
I am Moises Gomez.

A disaffected, underachieving and woefully underpaid brown schmuck living on
this orb we call home. I hope that you as a reader are not expecting some
world changing, mind expanding musings, instead what you will find is a
hopefully funny commentary about the little section of Earth I live on.

To begin with, I am what many people call a “Mexican” also known as a
“Mexican-American” or “of Mexican Descent”.

I work in a restaurant. No, I am not a cook.

It is a funny thing, if you are brown skinned and mention that you work in
the restaurant business everyone assumes that you work in the kitchen.
After I mention that I work in the accounting office it is almost a thrill
to see the embarrassment flash on peoples faces. I am a bean counter and a
computer nerd. Both cheered and reviled in my industry, but more about that
later.

I am married to a girl I do not deserve and to all you fuckers in high
school who use to say “You can’t even get a girlfriend let alone ever get
married”. Screw you all. ^_^

I stand in a place that many of my fellow up and coming brown folks find
themselves, not quite accepted in American culture but you really can not
call me a Mexican either. An amalgam that is not easily accepted from
either side but who is forced upon either side to “deal with”. I like to
watch the people squirm. Weird, maybe, entertaining, absolutely.

Here you will find many of my observation and commentary so check your egos
at the door and bring a big o' piece of salt and enjoy the ride.

Moises

"Better than a kick in the head" - Dean Martin

Testing, 1, 2, 3...

Wohoo! The blog is live and ready to begin publishing my warped view of the world.

MUWA HA HA HA HA HA! *cough* *ack*

Ahem! Keep an eye open for my next post.

Moises

“Better than a kick in the head” – Dean Martin