[We still need to work on a better title…]
After trying and failing to finish Difficult Women (sorry, Roxanne Gay), I impulsively purchased Born a Crime, by Trevor Noah. It’s been on my To Read List for a while, pushed to the bottom of the pile because to be honest, the cover is kind of tacky, but it kept cropping up wherever I looked: bestselling lists, top 10 most recommended, books about race. So I downloaded it to my Kindle, settled in for a quick 15-minute break, and proceeded to devour the whole book in three days.
This book, and Trevor, is all I can talk about. I am like a smitten middle schooler who cannot stop talking about the popular boy: Trevor Noah this, Trevor Noah that. Part of it, let’s be honest, is that Trevor is exactly my type: hilarious, thoughtful, with a lot to say (and the eloquence to say it properly), yet always ready to listen. I want to have dinner with him; Trevor, I’ll be free this weekend
I read somewhere on Twitter that Your Lie in April was one of the saddest anime, so of course I had to watch it. After stepping away from Japanese animation for years, watching this felt… well, okay. It didn’t thrill me, but I didn’t feel like I wasted my time either. I’ll probably forget about it in a couple of week. Would I recommend it to someone? Maybe not, but it was what I have been watching these past few days, and it was entertaining.
There was a period of my life growing up when my dad only listened to Mariachi music, and so, while I don’t consider myself an expert in Mariachi music in any way, I like to listen to it from time to time. So when I discovered Flor de Toloache, I was immediately smitten: all women, all insanely talented… and none of them Mexican. The story goes that none of them knew about Mariachi music until they joined the band, but once they found their sound they were unstoppable. I love them, I love their songs, and I love how I feel when I listen to them.
I am currently obsessed with this song, in particular.