Laboratory of Mathematics and Writing

You know what? I don't understand all this ethnic pride business. Like me, I'm Mexican, but I'm not really proud of it. I was born this way. I didn't have any control over it. I didn't accomplish being a Mexican. My parents were both Mexican, they fucked, and then spawned me, another hairy brown motherfucker. It just happened. I'll tell you what I am proud of. I am proud of being so damned good at guitar. I practiced every day. I'm proud of being able to play Chopin on the piano. I sat in front of the keyboard hammering away until I got it down. I'm proud of being able do all kinds of complicated math shit. It required effort and patience to obtain those fancy degrees. I'm proud of being able to write coherent and vivid poetry. It's gay, but it nevertheless requires some practice. I'm proud of being able code shit up in MATLAB and Python. I had to sit in front of a console typing commands and syntax until I figured out how to solve differenti

I took another bike ride into the mountains.  I don't have a car, so I couldn't drive to the canyon and then get on my bike to hit trail (like a pussy). So instead I took off on my bike from my apartment, rode uphill for a while to get to the canyon,  and then I started riding uphill into the canyon itself.  I literally rode uphill for three hours.  Then I tumbled back downhill all the way home at speeds fast enough to water my eyes. I even heard wind wooshing through my ears.  So I kept pedaling.  I got home and ate a gigantic bowl of chicken and rice  that I cooked. I'm awesome.