The life and times of Oscar Marcos Perez-Cytron. Born Thanksgiving Day 11/22/01.
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Tuesday, January 27, 2004
10:25 PM posted by Oscar
It's been snowing and sleeting and icing for the past few days. The sky hasn't gotten any lighter than a grayish putty color. My eyes crave some light...there's no getting around it...it's just depressing. If it weren't for tea, pomegranates, pancakes and movies, I know we would go crazy. And to add insult to injury, this was a powdery snow (if I were eskimo, I would have a very precise word for this, or so we're told). No snowman, snowbunny, snowpulpo, or snowrobot. We went out yesterday and drew some animals in the snow and I shoveled for a while. Since then we've been cooped up inside. Oscar pulled the curtains down on the second floor today, because he wanted to stand on the windowsills and watch the snow. Here's a view from our third floor window.
Despite this, Oscar has been in a good mood. He has discovered flamenco music and loves it. How could he not? It's as dramatic and emotionally intense as he is. I've been reading a new translation of Don Quixote--the best novel ever written, I think. Those characters are as nuanced and complex as any that have followed. And living as we have been for the past months without TV and news for entertainment, I think that maybe our lives are not so different--we are pretty disconnected from "reality," left to our own devices to let the narratives we've been given run rampant. To live without clinging to the news and daily tragedies that are so integrated into American culture and thinking, is to live outside of the realm of small talk. A dream world. But I wonder which of us is Quixote and which is Sancho Panza...Christian says I'm Quixote, the dreamer... Sancho IS always more concerned about where his next meal is coming from--so I guess that's settled.
We're psychologically preparing ourselves for our trip to Spain--we've been watching a constant stream of Spanish movies, speaking, reading and studying Spanish as much as possible. There is so much Spanish culture and language in this house right now that I wonder whether Oscar knows where he is (actually, the US is the fifth largest Spanish speaking country, so maybe that's not so strange). He's napping now. I can see it's already starting to get dark. I've got another community meeting tonight for the "task force," so I'll be venturing out. I've become a micro-activist. I'm fighting all of my "chivalrous" battles within a few blocks of where we live... There's so much crazy political and economic stuff going on in our neighborhood right now. In a few years there is no telling how it will all pan out.
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