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Independence Day!

Cheers! Joy! It’s our Independence day!

I just came back from a party. An “independence day” party. What seems odd to me is the fact that, while “we” celebrate the 196th day of “our” independence, “we” listen and dance to the rhythm of a music that does not “belong” to “us”.

Well, I don’t like dancing anyway. That’s why I don’t claim my self Independent, yet I wish I was; independent in a social, cultural, civic, ethic or even religious way. I try to become conscious, to let go of the deepest feeling of blind traditions, but I’m still in the process.

Still I know that, without traditions, I wouldn’t be what I am now. There are things that can not be ignored, that need to exist in order for us to live the way we live now, at least, we need to know something to have the confidence that we dislike that something. So we need traditions, in order, just as an example, to communicate… 

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  1. The man who doesn't speak english...

    Commented on 2006-9-16 @ 11:46:18 am:

    Besides you post it in another language… but it’s ok… (btw: I don’t speak english very well…as you might have been noticed I barely speak spanish…lol)

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  2. Lozbo

    Commented on 2006-9-16 @ 19:11:56 pm:

    Indeed..

    Nevermind, we communicate with the tools and signs we own, so feel free to do it in your mother tongue.

    I don’t claim myself independent, and yet, nor do I claim myself slave of unconscious traditions. Are we Mexicans even if we dislike that which defines a Mexican? Music, rituals, traditions, religion…

    What is a mexican? Just a toponymic? If so, then I am mexican…

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  3. Lozbo

    Commented on 2006-9-16 @ 19:29:16 pm:

    hehe yes I do… 😐

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  4. roy

    Commented on 2006-9-16 @ 19:49:22 pm:

    en mis ratos de ocio me formulé una preguntilla sobre los personajes de mi paí­s…. los niños heroes.
    me di cuenta que perdí­ mi tiempo comprando las cartitas en la pape e imaginando a mis niños heroes, con sus caras llenas de valor y orgullo tras haber entregado sus vidas por su paí­s….. me pregunté los siguiente:

    1- como diablos lograron representarnos las caras de ellos en cartitas si jamás se tuvo una foto de ellos? no se habia inventado la camara fotografica en esa época (demandaré a pannini)

    2- en verdad el tipo que se dice haber lanzado al vacio envuelto en la bandera nacional… en verdad deseaba hacerlo?…. qué tal si iba corriendo por ahi, uyendo de los fusiles asesinos, con esperanzas de crecer y tener una hermosa familia… y se topó con una pequeña roca la cual ocasionó que tropezara y se fuera de hocico con todo y bandera?

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  5. roy

    Commented on 2006-9-16 @ 19:26:09 pm:

    kerés cilantro pa´tus tacos lozbito? jojoojo

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  6. eztrada

    Commented on 2006-9-17 @ 22:49:08 pm:

    Siendo un poco más rígidos con la terminología, mexicano es aquel que nace en tierras ( o en su defecto en alguna embargación o aereonave o cosa cualquiera mexicana si se encuentra en tierras internacionales) o todo aquel que recibe la nacionalidad mexicana mediante los procesos necesarios, asi que en lo general cualquier pendejo puede ser mexicano que no?

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  7. Lozbo

    Commented on 2006-9-17 @ 23:02:44 pm:

    Its up to the definition. From the point of view of semantics, politics, the social point of view, the traditional, etc…

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  8. Alejandro

    Commented on 2007-5-14 @ 11:17:09 am:

    …Y si, creo que en ambos temas, los deportes y el nacionalismo, está la curiosa ambivalencia de una manifestación social que no es ni meritoria ni perniciosa en sí, sino que su valor está en el contexto en el que se presenta.

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  9. Lozbo

    Commented on 2007-5-14 @ 13:01:57 pm:

    Perniciosa… that’s a new word for me hehe… “Pernicioso, sa. adj. Gravemente dañoso y perjudicial”. I don’t know what to think nowadays, I strive to believe in an independence that will come only in time within me, not in the outside.

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