Sublime

The PR person for Latinos pro Derechos Humanos, Manolo Gomez, who’d arranged the radio “debate,” was beaten and left for dead in an alley. His car was firebombed. He was also fired from his job as an editor for the Spanish-language edition of Cosmopolitan magazine because he’d made public declarations about his homosexuality.

Such a simple, brilliant meal: a tortilla wrapped around a stuffing. No utensils needed. The taco. That’s it. Oh, modifications are possible: fold the tortilla in half and deep-fry it to create a taco dorado, what Americans know as the hard-shelled taco. Roll it like an enchilada, deep-fry it, and you have taquitos (also called flautas). Eat them

Taki claimed he wanted to “shake up the stodgy world of so-called ‘conservative’ opinion,”1 which is pretty blatant code for “We’re the opposite of National Review.”

In this jackfruit republic that served as a franchise of the United States, Americans expected me to be like those millions who spoke no English, pidgin English, or accented English. I resented their expectation. That was why I was always eager to demonstrate, in both spoken and written word, my mastery of their language. My vocabulary was broader,

Él fue quien trajo a los Estados Unidos a la cantante y bailarina brasileña Carmen Miranda (la señorita Chiquita Banana de los espectáculos y las películas), que obtendría enorme éxito con sus sombreros de racimos de plátanos, y que en sus canciones promovía con extraordinaria eficacia esa fruta que, gracias a aquellos esfuerzos publicitarios,