Showing posts with label MEXICO. Show all posts
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Sunday, January 26, 2020

Reading Tijuana through the voices of people who love it




After my first visit to Tijuana in October of 2017 I became obsessed with the city, and I wanted to find other people who shared my obsession. Surely I could not be the only person who realized how remarkable of a place this was? And I was not. Writers, poets, philosophers, and scholars have all been writing about Tijuana for decades.
This strange town and its history have not escaped the attention of artists and creatives.

So when I returned from my trip I went about trying to get my hands on every book ever written about Tijuana. My search took me through academic essays, exposes, novellas, short stories, and poetry. And I devoured it all.

Tijuana is unique. It does not have the broad appeal of a city like Paris, a place that has always drawn creatives of all types to both live in and write about the city simultaneously. Tijuana is also unlike Tangier, a city that attracted many creative people during a certain era, but is seldom written about or characterized in literature.

The people interested in Tijuana - interested enough to write about it - all share one trait: a feeling of not belonging anywhere. They are a border town within themselves, navigating multiple cultures and identities. I got this sense from all of them, whether  Mexican nationals, Americans, or Europeans. Whether they were scholars or poets. 

Here is some of the best of the writing about Tijuana:


"There are many Tijuanas. Each one of them is half myth, half temporarily out of service."
- Heriberto Yepez, Tijuana Dreaming




“I think maybe if I walk the streets where someone was afraid, where an entire city was afraid, I’ll maybe understand the fear a little better. This is the grand fiction of tourism, that bringing our bodies somewhere draws that place closer to us, or we to it. It’s a quick fix of empathy. We take it like a shot of tequila, or a bump of coke from the key to a stranger’s home. We want the inebriation of presence to dissolve the fact of difference.”
-       VICE 2013 



“Tijuana blurs. Once I leave, I’m eager to talk about it – the way you’re eager to talk about a dream when you wake up, afraid it will dissolve if you don’t pin the details to their places, sketch a path between absurdities.”
-      - VICE 2013





"In my lifetime, I have not felt a love as profound as the confusing passion that I feel for Tijuana, an obsession that does not preclude criticism and which more accurately provokes sudden repudiation. Tijuana elicits a crazy love, a narcotic love. Tijuana is addictive."

- Heriberto Yepez, Tijuana Dreaming


“Sometimes the city fucks on the first date, and sometimes it doesn’t. But always, always, we wake up in the morning and find we didn’t know it at all.”
 -       VICE 2013


























"We come to Tijuana from everywhere, the difference is that some of us came first and others later."
- Martin de la Rosa, Tijuana Dreaming


 
"For the deceased poet Eduardo Arellano, Tijuana rather than “a no-place is the place of saturation. As such, it accepts and continually incorporates foreign elements, because, in fact, it would seem that nothing is foreign to the city. And a particular ambiguity arises within this incredible abundance of humanity that gives places like this city a feeling of perversity. The ambiguity makes these places exceptionally favorable to diverse expression of the human, ranging from happiness to art."
Tijuana Dreaming, 27


 
"Tijuana and San Diego are not in the same historical time zone. Tijuana is poised at the beginning of the industrial age, a Dickensian city with palm trees. San Diego is a postindustrial city of high impact plastic and desperate dieting."
- Richard Rodriguez, Tijuana Dreaming  47

"To live here is to return to the greatest myth of all myths, to be required to profess - before certain visitors, certain neighbors, certain experts - a second rate esotericism…"
- Heriberto Yepez, Tijuana Dreaming,  49

"Write something about the city and you will soon be addicted to her self-deception."
- Heriberto Yepez, Tijuana Dreaming,  49



"To live on the Border is to reside in the middle of an unexpected theology. An embezzled ontology. The suspicion that all this will soon be either less or more than a city, the laboratory of what is to come."
Tijuana Dreaming, 50

"Tijuana is a combination of extreme situations. Perhaps it is the most reliable proof that we could survive the apocalypse." 
Tijuana Dreaming, 51




"Coming to Tijuana on an intellectual tour assumes the old concept that walking in the streets can provide us with a special gnosis. In this sense, visiting Tijuana to write about Tijuana is a nostalgia that makes sense." 
- Tijuana Dreaming, 59

“Tijuana has more to do with science fiction now than with Mexican history books.” - 
- Torolab , Tijuana Dreaming62








“Tijuana has the look of a set design, an ephemeral set-up, a location where endless movies and simulacra will be shot, but where nothing will actually happen.” 
- Guillermo Fadanelli, Tijuana Dreaming 62

"Tijuana is like a mirage, only there for the person who desires to see her and is able to visit her. For the majority of people, though, she is transparent, she doesn’t exist." 
Tijuana Dreaming, 63

"Writing about a place “reveals as much about ourselves as it does about the worlds represented.” 
Tijuana Dreaming. 118





"Tijuana as an outpost posits a cardinal rule for the Middle World: “you can only survive and move forward by continuing to invent yourself.” 
- Breytenbach, Tijuana Dreaming122

"Shameless exhibition has turned this area into a hotel with no doors where nothing is off limits." 
-  Tijuana Dreaming, 216




"Promiscuity is seductive - the cosmopolitan boredom, the lack of etiquette, a studied disinterest in anyone else’s life, the scant violence despite the sinister surroundings." 
 Tijuana Dreaming  216

 “Border is form, and as a consequence, also art.” 
- Claudio Magris,  Tijuana Dreaming 216

"In terms of ideology, Tijuana is a nightmare.
To live here is to be a character, because at the border
There are no inhabitants, only archetypes. The border doesn’t have
Life: it has metaphysics - listen to its thing."
- Heriberto Yepez, Tijuana Dreaming 219

"I love TJ, for thousands of reasons….for being creative in spite of its precariousness and for pushing on in spite of tremendous neglect…for its bar-hopping nights and its obvious social contradictions, for its incredible audacity and its obvious ingenuity dealing with everything foreign."
Tijuana Dreaming, 307

"Why have so many people said so much about Tijuana? I think it is because Tijuana has become a symbol representing fears and subconscious desires."
Tijuana Dreaming 57



Tuesday, December 25, 2018

What I ate in Tijuana: An homage to one of the world's most delicious cities - 2018 Edition

After venturing to Tijuana in 2017, I new immediately that I would have to return. Not only did the city call me back for soul-searching, but my food list was still too long! There were many things I did not get to eat on my first trip and I simply had to satisfy my curiosity before too much time passed. So I returned to TJ about 3 months after my first trip. 

There were some restaurants I visited again (Alma Verde) and some I tried for the first time (Mision 19). Now that I knew the city better and did more research, I could be more selective in what I ate and where I went. Here's the list:

1.     Food I wished I had but didn't:  Tacos El Franc, the most famous in the city
2.     Food I had but wished I didn't:  a tres leches cake which was sickeningly sweet
3.     What should have been on the list:  Octopus pizza at La Justina – the best thing I ate!
4.     Biggest surprise: how messy it can be to eat Birria when it doesn't come in a pre-wrapped taco...
5.     Most delicious meal: Mision 19 Chef’s tasting menu



Street food


Crickets in hot sauce (again!) 

Street tacos



Biria La Mejor


Pozole (seafood soup)


Gastro- Mexican:


La Justina's Octopus Pizza



Traz Horizonte



Alma Verde(again!)


Cesar’s famous Cesar Salad


Mision 19


Oryx Capital



Desserts



Cake at Puestro (again!)


Carrot cake from Container


Tres Leches Cake from a bakery


Teponieves (famous ice cream place)



Western


Telefonica - fried chicken burger and fries





Monday, December 17, 2018

Tijuana Diaries 2018



I thought I would return to Tijuana with a head full of new information on the city from all the books I would read. But instead I returned knowing only more about myself, not the city. Perhaps that was the topic that would be most relevant to my journey back. That it was really about me all along, not the city. And that until I knew more about myself, I could not embrace new knowledge of the city. I needed my new eyes and ears and mind to be able to grasp it, and hold on to it, and live it and dream it.
I needed to form my own impression of the city, my own narrative before I could understand and learn from the narratives of others. Their perceptions are not insightful or alarming until I have a perception of my own. Until I have some context in which to understand the city. The images and smells and feelings color my own story. And I weave the stories of other’s through that.

I woke up today at 8:00am when my friend left for work, then I decided to go back to sleep. I woke again at 10:00am and ate my leftover pasta. Then I went back to bed and woke at 11:30. I cannot remember the last time I allowed myself to sleep in so much. 
This morning, it was as though I was sleeping-in three different times, three days in a row. It was glorious. It was mine. The bed was so comfortable, the room so dark and cool and quiet. And I am free. 
Yesterday at the San Diego airport I was overwhelmed with this sensation of freeness. It is a feel that only comes to me when I am alone, and when I am traveling.As I was walking through the airport to go to the rideshare pick up zone, I realized suddenly that I was free. I had not one with me to consider, no where to be urgently, nothing that I must do. If I wanted, I could have taken a seat by the cinnamon role stand and sat there for as long as I liked. I could have walked slowly past the tree that stood in the center of the sky bridge to see if they really were fig trees, as I suspected. I didn’t have anywhere urgent to be. That's how I felt again when I awoke this morning. The sun would be waiting for me when I woke up all the same. The lavender coffee would still be delicious. And, because I know it’s Mexico, the cafe would not be busy until night and lunch doesn’t even start until 1:00pm. I could have stayed n that bed all day if I wished. I had no one else to consider but myself and it was glorious.
I stepped out onto the street at a quarter past noon and the fierce sun greeted me with onyx shows and gold-plated neighborhoods. It is a sun I only know on this latitude.
I am so happy to be here. I am smiling without anyone looking at me. Smiling not out of kindness or human connection, but out of joy. That’s not all too common of me, I’ve realized.
 I asked my friend later why he lived in Tijuana. He recited a line from a church song he learned as a child, “Oh what peace we often forfeit, oh what needless pain we bare.”
When he lived in other cities, he had a fear-of-missing-out all the time. He felt like he needed to go out every night or else the world would continue on without him. But in Tijuana, because the partying happens every night consistently, he feels like he is not missing anything. He gives himself permission to get off and back on when he wants. The party will still be there for him. This city gives the illusion that every opportunity is available to you all the time. Time and age and experience and circumstance will never eliminate the choices you have. This is perhaps the fantasy. In everywhere else in the world, it is known that if you wait too long you will miss your chance. But here, the options will be handed to you, tonight, and overnight, but not in endless monotony or repetition, because the city reinvents itself constantly, so the choices are forever new….

- Except from my diary, January 12, 2018

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