Avid
Tex[t]-Mex Galleryblog correspondent Ruth Welte (whose day-job finds her
spinning semiotic riffs at
Time Out Chicago) writes in today to spike my poor eyes with a site called passiveaggressivenotes.com and a dodgy post from Califas that reveals, among other things,
the mystery of Mexican seating preferences in restaurants.
We
Mesicans, apparently, show a deep and abiding affinity for booths--something I know to be true from my days of Austin and SoCal
dive-bar spelunking (nothing beats the secure feeling of lush
naugahyde in dark gin palaces during
the pre-twilight glories of happy hour). The other note in Welte's cited/sighted site headsup,
a stinking "fucking Mexican" note from, of course, San Diego, speaks for itself.
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Avid Tex[t]-Mex Galleryblog correspondent Ruth Welte (whose day-job finds her spinning semiotic riffs at Time Out Chicago) writes in today to spike my poor eyes with a site called passiveaggressivenotes.com and a dodgy post from Califas that reveals, among other things, the mystery of Mexican seating preferences in restaurants. 
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