Archive | August, 2009

¡Viva Los Hotdogueros!

26 Aug

The New York Times published an article today entitled “In Praise of the All-American Mexican Hot Dog.”

The article not only describes the wonder that is the Sonoran Hot Dog, but visits Dove&Snake restaurant of choice, El Güero Canelo, right here in Tucson.

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Here’s our favorite snippet from the article:

“In Tucson, bacon-wrapped, Mexican-dressed hot dogs are not ascendant. They’re dominant.”

Read the article to get a little history lesson on the origin(s) of the hot dog in its south-of-the-border incarnation, as well as to enjoy the national spotlight shining on a local favorite.

*Thanks to Matt Matera for bringing the NY Times article to our attention, and to John Weatherford for the use of his photo.

A Second First Look at D*I*Y

24 Aug

Last week, Derek Griffith let us post a preview of his film D*I*Y. Derek requested that we make it a limited time only kind of deal, so we’re going to take that one down.

In its stead, we’ll give you a first look at one more scene from D*I*Y. This one will also be up for a limited time. Check it out this week. We’ll keep up with Derek about the progress of D*I*Y as he moves through the last shots and finalizes post-production.

D&S Goes to the Dark Side

22 Aug

Black D&S Shirt

The second batch of Reflective Collective + Dove&Snake tees is ready. They are just like the first batch, only black instead of red. If you paid already, your shirt is on its way (see: Keith, Jenn). If you ordered, $15 is all that stands between you and your shirt.

If you didn’t order, but now you’re thinking that you should have, that you missed the boat on this one, go ahead and express your regret at this misstep and hope to make amends to us at doveandsnake@secondmi.org. We’ll either see about a third order or keep you in mind for the second shirt design in the future.

Billy and Bo: A First Look at D*I*Y

20 Aug

Derek Griffith is a local filmmaker who also happens to be a friend of Dove&Snake*. He’s spent a good chunk of 2009 making a feature film called D*I*Y. Shooting is nearly complete, and editing has already begun. We asked Derek if he would be willing to give us a peek at the early post-production work, and he obliged.

Derek gave us a synopsis of what’s going on in this scene:

Billy Woah (Mark Scaramuzzo) has just fled D*I*Y Records, an independent record label, to sign his band to a major record deal with Mascarelli Distribution. Billy leaves relationships behind and sells out for money and greed. Bo Riley (Adara Lialios) sees to it that Billy realizes the pompous rock star that he’s become. Prior to this scene, a local news reporter wrote an article about D*I*Y’s grassroots movement and its growing success. Bo uses the write-up as leverage to persuade Billy’s band, The Woah-Oh’s, to come back to D*I*Y, which is owned by her best friend, Shane.

***Derek asked us to make this a limited time only preview, so we took this scene down. Check back with us for more updates on D*I*Y.***

*It was actually Derek who first requested a black Dove&Snake tee. He paid during the round of red ones, but really really really wanted a black one. He said he would wait until we made one. That got the ball rolling on the second batch of tees, the black ones.

A Sea of Green, or How Scott Almost Went to Phoenix to Watch a Soccer Game

19 Aug

This is the second installment of our short two-part series on soccer and international relations. Tuesday, we ran Eric Huxley’s reaction to watching the most recent US-Mexico soccer match in a South Tucson pizza restaurant. Today, we’re reaching back a US-Mexico game from 2007.

The US was starting up their international schedule after the previous summer’s group stage exit in Germany at the World Cup. Game number two of that schedule was a friendly against Mexico. It wasn’t a match of any note, importance or impact on standings, but it was against Mexico, it was here in Arizona, and it got Scott thinking about how closely sport and life will border each other in this part of the world.

This article was written for the Burnside Writers Collective. It was well-received but not published, so it sat around, just waiting for Eric to meet John at Peter Piper Pizza, watch a soccer game, and inspire a D&S series on US-Mexico soccer.

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In January 2007, the United States Men’s National Soccer Team returned to actual soccer-playing for the first time since the previous summer’s World Cup, where they fell dismally to the Czechs, battled the eventual champion Italians to a bloody draw (the Azzuri’s sole failure to win during the tournament), and bowed out on a controversial penalty to the Ghanians.

The first opponent of the new year, of the fresh World Cup cycle: Denmark. The soccer-friendly masses in the US were excited and not excited. Yes, there would be new coach Bob Bradley. Yes, there would be replacements for the retired Claudio Reyna, Brian McBride, and Eddie Pope. But: Denmark. Denmark’s B-team, even. The Danes are the Danes and they are nice and all, but my friend Brad and I, both soccer fans, did not care all that much.

The second game of 2007 was a different story. The second game was set to be played a few hours north of our Tucson homes in Glendale’s University of Phoenix Stadium, the shiny new home of the Arizona Cardinals and Super Bowl XLII. The US invited Mexico’s Tricolores to Arizona for a “friendly” (it is widely stated by players from both teams that there are, in fact, zero friendly matches between the two nations). Brad and I were hoping to secure tickets to this match through another friend, John, who does camera work for a Spanish-language television station here in Tucson–specifically, a Spanish-language station that usually receives tickets to games like this one.

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La Hora de Verdad, or How Eric and John Spent an Afternoon Watching Soccer in South Tucson

18 Aug

This week, we’re going to run a short, two-part series on the confluence of international soccer and social relations that happens when Mexico plays the US on the pitch–be that pitch in Mexico City, Phoenix, or Jeonju, South Korea.

Last Wednesday, the United States men’s national soccer squad traveled to Mexico City’s Estadio Azteca to take on the Mexican national team in a World Cup Qualifier. That same afternoon, Eric Huxley and John Weatherford traveled to the Peter Piper Pizza at 12th and Ajo in Tucson to watch the Stars and Stripes take on El Tri. Here’s Eric’s words (by the way, he’s working towards a Master’s in Latin American Studies) and John’s photos (arranged in chronological order from before the broadcast to during).

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In 2004, controversial author and Harvard professor Samuel Huntington published his last and arguably most provocative book: Who Are We? The Challenges to America’s National Identity. In that book, Huntington examines the erosion of American self-identity, which he claims is a direct result of, among other things, Latino immigration.

To make this point, Huntington begins the book with a vivid description of a Gold Cup soccer match held in Los Angeles between Mexico and the United States in which “fans were immersed in a sea of red, white and green flags”, and people were attacked for trying to raise the U.S. flag.

With this in mind, my good friend John Weatherford and I made our way over to 12th and Ajo last Wednesday to watch a World Cup Qualifier held in Mexico City between the U.S. and Mexico. Telemundo was calling the game “The Hour of Truth” and had been advertising an event at Peter Piper Pizza here in Tucson with free giveaways and a raffle. We didn’t really know what “The Hour of Truth” was supposed to mean and we weren’t looking for any free prizes. We were just excited to be able to go where we could watch a soccer game with a small group of passionate fans.

John and I quickly realized that we had underestimated what passion looks like for a group of over 300 fans of the Mexican national team. We were “immersed in a sea of red, white and green flags”.

Early Arrivers

Before I go on any further let me make two things clear:

1) When I fill out forms for school or the doctor’s office, I always check the box marked “White/Not of Hispanic Origin”.

2) While living in Guatemala, I learned that the Mexican national soccer team plays dirty, is arrogant, and is always to blame for Guatemala not qualifying for the World Cup. Therefore, I had every intention of rooting against Mexico, knowing full well that I represented the US in front of hundreds of Mexican fans.

1 hour before kick off

My “Hour of Truth” came about ten minutes into the game when the Charlie Davies scored the first goal of the match. I, along with a few others, clapped and cheered, and that was all that happened. When Mexico scored ten minutes later, the place erupted. I was neither attacked nor mocked after either goal. In fact, with the exception of a friendly smile once in a while, no one really paid much attention to me at all. Mexico went on to win a 2-1 victory and Peter Piper Pizza at 12th and Ajo witnessed as much passion and excitement as any sports bar in Central Tucson on Super Bowl Sunday.

Serious Fans Only

So, should we fear the erosion of US national identity at the hands of passionate soccer fans? Absolutely not. Aside from showing that Latinos are passionate about soccer, there is not a whole lot to be inferred from emotional displays of support for Mexico’s national soccer team. Many people, including Samuel Huntington, have made a career out of stirring up fear among the general public. Please stop listening to them and find out for yourself if there is anything to fear in South Tucson. And sorry, monthly excursions to El Güero Canelo don’t count.

Letters from Juarez: “The wait was exhausting.”

10 Aug

When we received Lupe’s previous letter, she indicated it may be her last. It turned out to just be her penultimate letter. We’ve got the ultimate letter right here: Lupe goes to her grandparents’ house, to her cousin’s house across the street, to her husband’s arms, to several windows in the US Consulate, to the waiting area, to the phone–

August 4, 2009

The past three weeks have been full of many different emotions. As I said in my last letter, I headed to my grandparents’ house to help care for them. I strongly believe that was one of the reasons God kept me in Mexico for so long. He knew that there was something I could help with while I was there.

A few days after arriving at their home, we received a phone call telling us that one of my grandmother’s sisters-in-law had passed away. We all worried about how this would effect her, but to our surprise she handled the news very well.

That weekend, I got to meet, or re-meet, all of my grandmother’s brothers. They came by to visit and see how she was doing. Those visits helped liven up her spirits. She seemed much better after that.

The week before our waiver appointment was busy, which was our goal: keep busy and time would fly faster. Mostly, time was spent cooking, cleaning, and giving meds, but everyday for two hours my grandma and I would sit and watch telenovelas. We liked to say it was “our time.” Those were the times my grandma seemed happiest, the times we just sat and watched TV or just talked, because she spent most of the day on her little couch that faces the street. Both of my grandparents spent their days watching to see if anyone showed up to visit them. It seemed difficult to motivate them to do anything. Talking seemed to work. Even if it was talking about random stuff.

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