En la imágen, “bum-proof bus bench”, como puede verse en el libro City of Quartz de Mike Davis; un banco en Los Angeles a prueba de vagabundos trasnochando.

This is Daniya with me, after a great dinner at the Utsav, the Indian restaurant near Times Square. She brought me a wonderful, handmade cotton qameez from Pakistan; a true piece of design. …and yes I know, I was so smiley my teeth almost fell down to the ground. But, you know… sometimes you feel lika a little child.

Thanks, Daniya (and Daniya’s mom).

This week in the subway a short man came into the wagon talking in a barely understandable speech (Bronx, I guess). As many people begging in big cities he was explaining his situation.

But what really touches me this time was the pride he displayed, showing his ‘homeless’ ID. He was registered and authorized to be homeless.  This ID will probably guarantee that you will not be robbed or kidnapped by him. But also that he will not ask for a job. I suppose the long arm of the law will act upon him if he breaks the ‘contract’ around his neck.

This shows the extreme level of specialization of the US. I was aware of the bright side: protection for the professionals; but now I see the face value: class immobility.

I stopped at the 116st station (Columbia) while he continued. The top 1% capitalist class of the US is pursuing education in the Ivy League, just over our heads…

Hello all!

After years of suffering I finally managed to came to the States. This is me, in the picture, at Columbia University in the very first day. Now I’m with the mid-term papers, almost 100ºF outside -God bless the Air Conditioning. In the cooler we trust-

I’ll try to post as much as I can, but I can’t promise. I sleep around 4hr per day during the week; I’m getting old for that stuff. Anyway, I love it! Too much time since the last immersion in a theoretical race.

Increible pero cierto:

a) ¡Por fin está funcionando mi blog!

b) ¡He colado un busto de Lenin por la aduana norteamericana! Por si preguntaban quién era tenía pensado contestar “Miguel Rios”.

Sí, sí, ya se, arriesgando a acabar en Guantánamo. Pero no pasa nada; durante la primera semana en la Universidad no paraban de pasar imágenes del hombre y menciones a Marx (que aquí suena a algo alternativo y pro).