Thursday, June 29, 2006

Rock Camp for Girls!

... or should that read "grrrrrrrrrrrrrrls"?

For all you mamis who sang in front of the mirror dreaming of being a rock star, now your hijas can live the dream at Rock Camp!

Thanks to Maegan "La Mamita Mala" for telling me about this NYC rock camp for girls.

Learn about Willie Mae Rock Camp for Girls. Even if you're not in NYC, support this great effort.I loved looking at the photo gallery, I think my kid would be ready to join forces with The Pink Kitties anyday now, then graduate on to Hellish Relish!

If you're on the West Coast, you can check out Portland's Rock'n'roll Camp for Girls. Just saw that they have a Ladies rock camp... does that mean it isn't too late for the rest of us?

Rock on!

Wednesday, June 28, 2006


Just call me Nancy Marmolizzle from now on mah shizzle. Here is a Gizoogle translation of the first paragraph of my last post:

Gangsta pissed off Mexican speaks:

I met a woman a year ago at a network'n event who, gangsta trad'n business cards wit me, decided tizzle I needed ta be added ta her email B-L-to-tha-izzast list.

Go to and enter your website. It'll make ya shudda.

Saturday, June 24, 2006

Racist Emails - Keep them Away from Me!

Another pissed off Mexican speaks:

I met a woman a year ago at a networking event who, after trading business cards with me, decided that I needed to be added to her email blast list.

So at first it was all those happy little chain letters with flowers and sappy poems but then recently it started to get downright racist and belligerent.

She sent me something that masqueraded as having a Holy type of message (or holier than thou) about why we need to have her religion and her way of interpreting her religion shoved down the throats of the country as a whole. My Aztec bones began to shudder as I read each word. Veiled behind her message was intolerance and racism. Quite unveiled was her sheer stupidity.

I shot her a note back telling her that
1) I don't want any more of her emails
2) Not to assume that everyone's mind was as closed as hers. I believe I asked her a WWJD question like Who would Jesus bomb/deport/etc.

My mistake was not blocking her address from my email server. Today I got the real doozy.

She sent me an email with "The New California Flag" in the subject line. It was a graphic (poorly done might I add) of the California flag, with our state bear chasing down the famous silhouette of the fleeing border crossing familia. AAAAGGGHHH! I'm still sick to my stomach thinking about it.

I really got pissed at this one and fired off a response that was "write now/think later". I hit reply all because I'm sick of this type of ignorant stupidity.

Here is exactly what I wrote-


I think that this is racist and an absolute insult to me, my family, and my community. I am deeply offended by this and have already requested that you cease sending me your racist right wing chain letters. If this is the underlying agenda of the (networking group name), then I for one will stay away for good.

This type of fear based ignorance is how our society stays in the problem and not in the solution. I feel sorry for all of you who think this is funny or somehow "right".

OK, now to block that pendeja from my list. See, I'm not all smiles and happy faces, I can get downright pissed when provoked.

Tuesday, June 13, 2006

Latina Entrepreneur of the Year

Well I had my princess party this weekend and let me tell you it was a blast!

Here I am just off the stage after accepting the award for Small Business/Entrepreneur of the Year from the National Hispanic Business Women's Association.

It was a night to make my mama proud. The event was muy elegante, black and white attire. A room full of amazing, inspiring Latinas and Latinos. I was joined by my sister Zan, and comadres Sandra and Deborah who danced the night away with me and bolstered me when I got overwhelmed y muy emocional.

I dedicated the award to my dad who passed away last year and that got me choked up. My mind drew a blank after that. A slicker person would have talked up her business at that point but I just felt all this love from my dad and my comadres and that was all I needed. The rest will work itself out.

I have a STACK of no less than 15 certificates, commendations, and recognitions from Senators, Congresswomen, Cities, the County, Assembly persons, City Council... hijole!

I also have a big framed proclamation that uses the word "Whereas" at the beginning of each paragraph. When you get the "whereas" proclamation, you've arrived! (Que no?)

The best part of the night was watching future Latina leaders being introduced to the crowd- the cutest chiquititas ages 3-9, beautiful party dresses standing so proud and full of confidence. They were being honored for representing hope for the future. Yes, we cried! It was beautiful.

I didn't have any major problems with hair, nails, dress, shoes, accessories so that was a relief. All was good - we even got commuter mugs with the organization logo to take home. (Ask my sister how she ended up with 8).

South Central Farm: Plant a Farm, Go to Jail?

Fresh from the South Central Farmers:

"For over three weeks supporters have been onsite at the South Central Farm, the nation’s largest urban farm, which serves as a 14-acre oasis in the middle of L.A.’s concrete jungle. This 14-year-old community gem functions as an active farm for more than 350 families and fills a local need for fresh produce, green space and a safe haven in a poverty-stricken region of Los Angeles. The farmers, community volunteers and celebrity supporters are in a daily state of peril anxiously awaiting the farm’s fate."

“The South Central Farm is a gem in the Los Angeles landscape. It supplies local communities with fresh, organic produce, gives children a safe environment to play and learn in, and provides a successful example of urban sustainability for the rest of the world to follow…”
- Dr. Joseph Hurwitz, Rabbi Emeritus, Temple Isaiah, Palm Springs

Support the South Central Farm. Go to their website and find out what you can do whether it is by writing a letter, donating, or showing up.