Dan Olivas on Marisela Norte's Peeping Tom Tom Girl Collection

I got tired of waiting for the El Paso newspaper server to load! Here's a .jpg version with an extra picture of the one and only Norte!

More of a Type, than a Stereotype....

I don't quite know how to characterize this pin-up magazine cover--it is not quite a Tex[t]-Mextian prototype, but it is damn near close. What do you think?

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The Heirs of Jonathan Swift

Decals of Sleeping Mexicans and other 30s/40s Era Ideas for Decorating Your Room

I write about these decals in the Seductive Hallucination galleries of Tex[t]-Mex, but I had not thought till now to post these wall-decorating lovelies here on the blog. I like to dream of growing up in a room decorated with these lovelies and trying to think how that might have warped my already addled mind--my room in Laredo was tattooed, instead, with Wacky Packages, much to the rage of my mother. In any event, here they are from the Meyercord Company, of Chicago, and the Duochrome Company of New York and Los Angeles, wall appliques of a "Mexican" yesteryear.

Special "Naked Mirrors" Edition of the Tex[t]-Mex Galleryblog

Gentle readers, our posting today is especially directed at my English 220.10 students who are both suffering (they are reading the Touch of Evil chapter in Tex[t]-Mex) and anticipating pleasure (they get to screen Touch of Evil, Welles's masterpiece tomorrow).

So beloved students! I found a film that embodies the kind of relationship I want your to develop with your journal. If you can allow 11% of the imagination that inhabits this award-winning short by Evelien Lohbeck to fuel your own experiments with your journals, anything is possible!

Classic Rolling Stones! Under My Thumb

Sonia Pulido

I am in the debt of dadanoias.net for turning me on to a brilliant illustrator, Sonia Pulido--I know for sure that her work will be featured in a section of my the new Eyegiene book I have just started to write for UT Press.

Eyegiene Meets the Naked Mirror: The Body Art/Machines of Andrew Schneider

This video piece on Andrew Schneider folds together my ongoing follow-up project to Tex[t]-Mex, entitled Eyegiene, with my Fall 2008 SDSU literature/film seminar, Naked Mirrors, Fractured Souls--click the image below and through the magic of "the internets" you will be magically transported inside Schneider's daffy, brilliant head. I wish we had someone like him in our lit department!



The direct video link is here.

Neon Xicanosmosis

Michele Serros, Her Shrink, y la Migra

...and Click HERE to listen to Serros's dulcet tones holding forth on Abba, Frida Kahlo and more!

Invasion of the Body Snatchers at MCASD, La Jolla, Thursday Nite @ 7pm

As I was tooling around Laredo in the late 1970s, a would-be "Sicilian" lothario in an AMC Pacer (before Wayne's World made the Pacer seem retro-cool), American cinema was playing out our latest national pathology on the big screen: alien invasion. But not just any kind of invasion, this was a nightmare pathology of invasion and infiltration, the supplementation of the body by forces superior to our own--you can see this played out in Alien, (1978, d. Ridley Scott), and in the movie MCASD is screening this Thursday nite at 7pm, lensed by Michael Chapman (Bridge to Terabithia) and directed by Philip Kaufman, Invasion of the Body Snatchers. If you are in San Diego, come out and see it on the big screen! Me and MCASD film curator, Neil Kendricks, will be doing the intro, holding a raffle (can you say FREE DVDs?) and, best of all, leading the post-movie Q & A, where you get to make out like you are Siskel and Ebert and join us in a discussion of the movie. Here's a peek at the trailer:



Where Don Siegel's Invasion of the Body Snatchers (1956) was a coded allegory for Cold War fears regarding ideological or political innoculation of the psyche, Chapman's 'Snatchers is more fitting for the pre-HIV, post-Nixon late 70s: here the invasion of the body by aliens from without involves a displacement not only of the psyche but of the body itself, with humans, men and women alike, as proxy wombs for the demon seed* of the other, the alien, the outsider. This reaches its allegorical heights with the infamous alien "birth" scene in Scott's alien, where a man, made "woman" gives "birth" before the horrified eyes of his fellow astronauts. Here's an extended cut of the scene from YouTube:



That what emerges in this instance, is a very phallus-like beastie, is one for the Lacanians and Freudians to mud-wrestle about. More important here, especially for films like Alien, and Invasion of the Body Snatchers, and, even, Demon Seed is this spectacle of self-penetration, this destruction of the psyche and body from without, that pulses through the fabric of the U.S. collective psyche in years more remembered for serial killer Ted Bundy (LA's the Hillside Strangler and kid-killer clown John Wayne Gacy, were also out and about), anti-British IRA attacks, and the Jim Jones, People's Temple mass suicide.

There's a great, short piece on 'Snatcher's by Wiley Wiggins here.

*Demon Seed (d. Donald Cammell), from 1977, positing the rape and insemination of a woman, Julie Christie, by a supercomputer, was another big screen narrative surfing this zeitgeist.

Beverly Hills Chihuahua

Henry Jaglom on Orson Welles in the LA Times Magazine

As I am teaching Touch of Evil next week, Monday, October 13, 2008 in my Naked Mirrors, Fractured Souls Literature and Film seminar, I thought I would provide this facsimile of a moving piece from this Sunday's LA Times Magazine by Henry Jaglom on his friend Orson Welles. It's a valuable piece of biography for fans and scholars (and students, hi!) alike.

Tomás Riley @ SDSU Monday, October 6, 2008! Be There or be Cuadrado!

Bruce Springsteen in Philadelphia

Ever since I saw Bruce Springsteen in an old hockey rink in Buffalo back in the day in September 1984, I have had a soft spot for this singular rocker--even before that, in the shadowed memories of 1977, when I was 16 in Laredo, Greetings from Asbury Park (1973) had grafted onto me an emotional template that's somewhere there inside me to this day. The sound is not too great in this video, but the sentiment is spot on. Color me Candide--but sometimes, amidst the fear and loathing of 8 years of Bush, Cheney, et al, you need to take a break from the irony and the sarcasm and embrace something positive on the horizon an an American tomorrow.