Nyan Cat aka Pop Tart Cat

My 10 year old recently discovered “Nyan Cat” – also known as, “Pop Tart Cat.”

Nyan Cat aka Pop Tart Cat, created by illustrator Chris Torres

He likes cats and weirdness, so he became a little obsessed. Soon he was playing Nyan Cat games and watching Nyan Cat videos.

The other day, while seeking more Nyan Cat thrills, he came upon the Mexican Nyan Cat.

“Do you like it, Mommy?” he asked.

“Yeah, it’s cute,” I said.

“Do you want a Salvadoran Nyan Cat? I’ll find you one!”

I explained to him that because Mexicans are the dominant Latino population in the United States, a Salvadoran Nyan Cat wouldn’t exist, but I appreciated his thoughtfulness. Minutes later he called me back to the computer.

“If I found a Salvadoran Nyan Cat would you want to blog it?”
“Sure, but honey, I already told you——”

Bloopers & Behind the Scenes

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Un hecho sobre mi es que me encantan los “bloopers.” Cuándo vamos al cine siempre somos los últimos en salir porque insisto en quedarnos hasta que estamos seguros que no van a enseñarnos “bloopers” de la película.

Honestamente, habido días que gasté en YouTube viendo “Bloopers” de Seinfeld.

Por esta razón, que me encantan tanto los “bloopers” – les presento los “bloopers” que hicimos durante la grabación de “Shit Salvadorans Say.”


A fact about me is that I love “bloopers.” When going to the movies we are always the last to leave because I insist on staying until we’re sure they will not show “bloopers” from the movie.

Honestly, there days I’ve wasted on YouTube watching “Bloopers” from Seinfeld.

For this reason, that I love “bloopers” so much – I present the “bloopers” that occurred during our recording of “Shit Salvadorans Say.”

Shit Salvadorans Say 2

Apparently Salvadorans say a lot of shit, because we had enough material to make another video – “Shit Salvadorans Say 2” – Chécalo, bichos!

I think I’m finished playing with this meme, (except for a possible blooper reel) – but Carlos, the boys and I had so much fun that I think we’ll be doing other types of videos in the future. Vamos a ver.


Shit Salvadorans Say (the original)

For “Shit Cubans Say” and other fun, check out my friend Carrie on the Tiki Tiki!


[Today is Spanish Friday so this post is in Spanish. For English, scroll down! If you participated on your blog, leave your link in comments!]

Muy temprano en este año descubrí un video por internet de un juego hecho a mano que me hizo sentirme muy emocionada. Era un pedazo de madera, plana, con clavos medio metidos – y los niños estaban tomando turnos en empujar un centavito con el dedo. La madera representa una cancha de fútbol, los clavos son fútbolistas, y el centavito es la pelota.

Video credit: ZBalge

Enseñe el video a Carlos y me dijo, “Ah, sí, eso se llama fútbolito. Eso tenemos en El Salvador. Tal vez un día voy a construir uno con los niños.”

Bueno, olvidamos de fútbolito hasta que fuimos a El Salvador y miré uno en venta en la calle. Claro que lo compramos – y mejor porque este fútbolito es bien hecho. Se juega con paletas y una canica.

El fútbolito que compramos en El Salvador / The fútbolito game we bought in El Salvador.

La parte más chévere es que la cancha está bien decorada con la bandera de El Salvador.

Nuestra familia se diverte mucho en tener una Copa Mundial de Fútbolito cada fin de semana.


Earlier this year, I discovered a video on the internet of a homemade game that got me really excited.

It was a flat piece of wood with nails hammered halfway in – and the kids were taking turns flicking a coin with their fingers. The wood represents a soccer field, the nails are the players, and the coin is the ball.

I showed the video to Carlos and he said to me, “Oh yes, that’s called ‘fútbolito.” We have this in El Salvador. Maybe one day I’ll make one with the boys.”

Well, we forgot about fútbolito until we went to El Salvador and I saw one for sale on the street.

Of course we bought it – and it’s a good thing because it’s really well made. This one you play with popsicle sticks and a marble.

The most awesome thing about this fútbolito is that the field is well-decorated with a flag of El Salvador.

Our family has a lot of fun playing “Fútbolito World Cup” tournaments each weekend.

Best of the NY International Latino Film Festival

The HBO® New York International Latino Film Festival presented its 2011 awards at a ceremony this past Sunday. The NYILFF feature documentaries and films in English and Spanish, which reflect “America’s cultural diversity as well as the global urban experience.”

If I could pick which films I’d like to show up in my Redbox machine, here are the ones I would choose. (Because seriously, as much as I love Redbox, I would love them even more if they took out some of the mindless movies and added some more films and documentaries.)


Description: “After a decade of living in New York, 30-year-old Antonio returns to his native Costa Rica for a short visit. When events force him to stay, he is confronted with everything he has desperately struggled to put in the past: a broken family, an ailing father and a violent country. Unable to run away as usual, Antonio must come to terms with his past in order to take hold of the present and build a better future.”

After coming back from El Salvador and knowing friends going through the same thing – this film really resonates with me. Plus the trailer made me literally laugh out loud when he said, “Deje de comer papaya y vaya emprima mi pasaporte!”


Description: “Hector, a troubled teen from the Harlem projects, forms a surprising bond with Lilly, a lonely girl who feels trapped in the restrictions of her Upper East Side life.”


Description: “Fewer than six in ten Latino adults in the United States have a high school diploma. Precious Knowledge is the unbelievable and inspiring story of high school seniors in the Mexican American Studies Program at Tucson High School. 82% of the students in the program will graduate and go on to college. Their journey will astound you.”


Description: “In the ancient cobblestone streets of Cuzco, Peru, a postcard-selling street kid, Pablo, encounters a 12-year-old American girl, Mary. Her fascination with the Andean culture, alongside his desire to understand a life beyond his own, helps them transcend the language barrier. As their innocent curiosity grows into young love, their lives will intertwine in ways that will alter them forever.”


Description: “A coming of age story reflective of our cynical times, Blacktino gives an honest — and hilarious — depiction of high school life as seen through the imaginative eyes of a bi-racial computer nerd, Stefan Daily, and his misfit friends, Laura Vega and Matt Miyamoto. Raised by his black grandmother in an Austin suburb, Stefan struggles to find his place in a mostly white high school, finally finding sanctuary among the eclectic mix of social outcasts in the theater department.”


Description: “A Mexican immigrant, recently arrived in America, visits a flea market. He spots Lupita, the most beautiful girl he has ever seen. Lupita reminds him of Mexico, of the Virgin Mary, of his mother. With no money in his pocket, he decides to steal a gift and win her heart.”


Description: “When their daughter runs away, America’s abusive lover unleashes his rage against her. Fleeing her home in the Caribbean, America escapes to New York City hoping for a new life. There she works as a nanny for a wealthy family. She befriends three nannies — a Mexican, a Colombian and a Dominican –and with their help, as well as support from relatives in the Bronx, America is determined to bring her daughter back to her. But as she dares to dream of a life without violence, reality hunts her down.”

I remember reading this book and this looks like one of those rare instances when the film is just as good.

Description: “In the airport of some Western nation, a group of Ecuadorians are pulled out of line and arrested. Among the group waiting to be deported is Prometeo, a young man in possession of a trunk filled with magic — which is fortuitous, since illusion may be their only way out.”

(I wish they’d make a Salvadoran version of this one. It looks hilarious though I don’t know much about Ecuadorians.)

Many more amazing films at the New York International Latino Film Festival website. Chécalo!

¡Que vivan las panzas!

Most people have at least heard of The Vagina Monologues, even if they haven’t seen it. The Vagina Monologues was a one-woman show which told stories about the vagina – with the intention of celebrating the vagina and empowering women.

Now we celebrate the panza with The Panza Monologues. (“Panza” is Spanish for “belly”.) Written by Virginia Grise and Irma Mayorga, performed by Ms. Grise, these stories told in Spanglish, are not only diverse and at times hilarious – they are emotionally stirring and empowering.

It’s probably amazing to see Vicki (Virginia), perform live, but I was at least lucky enough to watch her powerful performance on The Panza Monologues DVD. I loved it so much that I wanted to share one of my favorite parts with you. Vicki gave me permission to post the written scene. If you love it as much as I did, please, check her out, buy her DVD, and if you’re able, go see her live.

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[Lights rise.]

(seductively) I wasn’t always big. I use to be cha-cha thin, tall and skinny like my gringo daddy. I would wear tacones – black with straps that reached across my ankles, boots that stopped short of my knees, diamonds across my feet. Tacones – upper leather, suede, alligator, snake, all leather and in different colors- brown, red, cork, biege, gold, green, black, blue even. Tacones that matched the dresses I wore, dresses that always fit my body, showed shape, whether they were long with slit on the side, in the front, in the back / separating my piernas, or short, showing my thighs. Me and my tacones.

[Vicki stands, pulls the tacones [high heeled shoes]
out of the shopping bag.
Holds them up for the audience to admire.]

And they weren’t puta shoes / girl, they were classy. Tacones made me feel taller. Somehow tacones made me feel stronger, more sure of myself. Not submissive or anti-feminist but like the virgen in a Yolanda Lopez painting, karate kicking out of her blue veil with gold stars, stepping on the head of an angel with her tacones. Pues yo tambien. I throw punches for my raza and I can do it with my tacones on too just like the old school cholas use to do.

[Vicki places one foot on the stool
and begins to put her tacones on.]

And the men, the men were scared of me when I walked into the cantina made up / hair swept, red lipstick and tacones. You see, men like fuckin but they don’t like bein fucked and when I walked in I wuz the one doin the choosin. I didn’t sit back in dark corners waitin for someone to ask me to dance. I asked you. Locked eyes and said “You will dance this polka with me,” sometimes without even sayin nuthin.

Other times I’d say, “Fuck all of ya’ll” and take the dance floor at Daddy’Os all by myself

[Music erupts into full blown conjunto.
Vicki dances across the stage, swirls, turns.
Music lowers, Vicki remains standing.]

They all watched / old school vatos, young cholos, graduate students trying to remember their hometown barrios in a bar east of the freeway, forgetting in between too many beers. Hell even the cholas were lookin. Some worried I’d take away their man. Others, shit others just wanted to dance wid me. Be free. Be free like me.

They say a bar is a man’s space but I owned that motha fucker. I walked in with my own go-go juice in blue bottle cuz my dad once told me, “Beer makes you fat Virginia,” so I drank vodka on the rocks, learned how to play pool “Call your shots. I’m not fuckin around.” And I learned more about community politics/who owns who, who runs what than I could of ever learned workin at a cultural center.

I claimed power through my pussy, and I didn’t even have to let any one in. I just had to let em all know I knew I had one and that I controlled my own cho-cho. Ya, I owned that motha / fuckin bar / ‘till the city tore it down after li’l Danny got cut.

[Vicki sits.]

I use to be cha-cha thin. Proud of my calves, well-defined. Calves that did not look like my mother’s calves. My mom’s calves were more like tree trunks. Her whole body was like one huge bloque. My mother gave us everything, everything but I never remember her having anything. Instead of tacones, she wore chanclas. She use to threaten us with her chancla and it didn’t matter if she were big and old, she could still bend over, take off her chancla, grab us by the arm, and meternos un chingaso, real quick like/good ol’ fashion chancla discipline. My mother use to say that my father wanted boys. We were three girls. My mother never said what it was she wanted. That was her way I guess. I’m not sure if my mom ever loved my dad but I grew up thinkin that women that fell in love were weak.

I never thought my mom was pretty, even when she was younger and I never wanted to look like her but slowly the image of my mother crept into my own body. Slowly after too many two o’clock after closin time tacos, candy bars and coke for breakfast. They startin callin me dis—short for gordis—instead of la vicki. Cha-cha became panza and not little panzita even. The whole body grew and you know, it’s not easy balancin this much woman on an ity, bitty heel. I no longer walked real straight and tall. Hell, I looked more like a weeble, wobble. All my weight on a heel as wide as my pointing finger with my foot arched in the middle. I feel the weight of my panza all the way in the ball of my foot. When your panza gets bigger so do your feet and those thin sexy straps that use to hold your feet well they aint that sexy no more. You’ve got these little lonjitas hangin off the side of your shoe and it causes your feet to swell. It’s like they’re chokin, pulsatin, gaspin for air as they struggle to balance all of you on a tacon. And to tell you the truth, I don’t really feel so strong, so sure of myself anymore. Shit I’m scared I’ll fall when I’m dancin and the people that are lookin at me now are starin because they’re scared if I go too low I might not be able to get back up. They’re worried I’ll hurt someone out there.

There’s somethin classy about cha-cha/medias and tacones but when cha-cha becomes panza and you think you can still pull the same shit you could when you were 21, you just look kinda silly. You loose your tacon super powers and your magic slippers really are just puta shoes. Your dress clings tightly to lonjas and you can’t lock eyes with anyone anymore and talk to them without speaking cuz now they only look at your huge chi-chis and well chi-chis just aren’t as powerful as cho-cho. I don’t know why. Who makes these rules?

[Seductive music rises. Lights dim.]

[During the transition, Vicki sits on the edge of the altar, takes off her tacones and replaces them in the shopping bag on the altar. Vicki remains seated.]

© 2004 Virginia Grise and Irma Mayorga
No part of this script may be reproduced, published, or performed without express written consent of the authors.

Disclosure: The Panza Monologues was provided to me for review at my request. All opinions are my own.