Moon Memo: Tecnicos and Rudos
Good morning from the Foster-Powell triangle. Still healing from my oral surgery last week. Was onsite at work yesterday for yearly planning. I added a little bit to the long list of things that I'm going to be doing. The apps are all updated with my checklists. All of it will change over the course of the year, but for now I am just ruminating and working away. Orientation tomorrow and Friday.
Winter depression seems to be lifting a bit. I think it's probably because I've been seeing a lot of friends lately. Saw Elodie last Saturday. Hung with Beverly and Alana at La Villa De La Transexual on Monday. Later today, I'm going to be getting dinner with Miryam. And this weekend I may be having sex with a new girl. Things are feeling up.
Still on my daily poem train. Haven't missed a morning this year. My goal is to write at least something poetic every day of this year. A year of poetry. Like every year.
January has escaped us. I can barely remember this month. The days last an eternity, and the years fly away. As they do.
I'm just checking in.
New tool is going well. My obsidian vault has over 2000 files in it now. Mostly quotes from books, internet articles, etc. Still loving the random quote button. The Serendipity button. Let's click it and see if it talks to us...
And of course it's about wrestling. There’s an essay in the book by Superbarrio Gómez about when he made explicit the connection between politics and wrestling:
"In the real world, you have the referee and the state, the rage you feel before underhanded politics and the demagogy that thrives without censure or scorn on television and in the press. In the lucha, the rudos do what they want. They don’t hide their behavior. A dirty wrestler isn’t sneaky about his wrongdoings. It’s all there for the public to see. In fact, he goes out of his way to offend the public, to give the finger to anyone who calls into question his corrupt ways. A rudo with a referee in his pocket is capable of anything, of using any available ruse to take down the scientifico, the clean fighter. This is how it is in the real world too.
Meanwhile, the good guys, the técnicos, can be a bit wide-eyed. They’ll extend their hand to their crooked opponent only to have the gesture of good faith paid back with some treacherous blow. The rudo will hold out his hand and, despite the crowd yelling “No! No!” the técnicos will accept it and get whacked. How many times have the people told their leaders “No!” only to be ignored and then suffer the consequences. Wrestling fans know perfectly well who the rudos are. When they’re spotted on the streets, they’ll yell out, “Enough! We’re sick of all your screwing around!”"
I love that. Let's click it again: the photographer Clayton Cubitt on Skateboarding:
"Skateboarding irreparably changes the way you perceive the built physical world and structures of power that guard it…. It’s hard to ever have respect for authority again after you’ve bombed a rail and glided away from a security guard chasing and yelling at you."
Amazing.
My libido seems to be returning. I may make my way to the sex club this weekend, just to be around the heat and desire. We'll see.
I love you all so much. Thank you for sticking with me right now, in the hard part of the year.
Onward and upward!
Misha