Los Muertos Hablar

Ok, so I have neglected all of you again. Mea maxima culpa.

But, today was an interesting day and I want to share it all with you. I bitch about my town a lot. If you have ever been here, you know what I mean. The stench of enormous corporate dairy farms, the air you can see, oil refineries in the most inconvenient of places, that pesky valley fever...

However, I had a grand time exploring my town today. I was on the hunt for these little darlings. I have been too busy with emergency dental work and toddler birthday parties to do the actual sculpting myself. Sadly, no calaveras azucar for church tomorrow. BUT! I found a delightful Mexican bakery that made a goregeous pan de la muertos. I will snap a photo tomorrow and post it in the blog. I also got to have freshly fried churros. It's ok, you can smell my fingers.

In my travels today, I happened upon a story in a new ethnic/alternative weekly by a certain n.l. belardes. Without delving into areas that I don't usually explore on my blog, I am an acquaintance of this guy. But I didn't know about this guy. Poke around that site a bit! It's a fascinating and macabre telling about this town of mine. His is a novel based on grisly events that took place, here, in this dusty oil town of mine. Google this and you'll see what I mean.

This is indeed, a strange place.