…the almost right word

so yes, today is the birthday.

i am accustomed to having high expectations for things like birthdays — i.e. (upon waking up in the morning, i think to myself): this cup of coffee must be the best cup of coffee i have ever had because it is my birthday cup of coffee. needless to say, somehow i feel a bit of…pressure. it’s not just with birthdays, but with any semi-significant event in my life.

i must say, however, that today has been pressure-free.

editorial postscript: thanks for all the birthday wishes, dear readers!

“inclusive” is not the word that i think of, when i think of santa fe, nm. in fact, santa fe is one of the most separated, segregated communities i have seen. all the white richies live in the downtown area, or the vast adobe homes spanning across the desert. meanwhile, you have to travel down the worst street in town (constant construction, constant traffic) to find any diversity. and don’t forget that diversity, here, means latinos (remember them? they’re the ones who cook our food at that fancy restaurant and refill our pelligrino) — seeing an african american in santa fe is like seeing a house that doesn’t have an adobe facade — it’s unheard of, trust me.

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