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Sometimes I ponder, sprawled on me couch—doth she laugh at us? At the johns, the judges? Her smirk’s a dagger, sharp and sly. “O brave new world, that hath such people in’t!”—she’s the brave one, strutting where angels fear to tread. But damn, the stench of it—grubby hands, fake smiles—gets me gut boiling. Still, she’s a survivor, a rogue queen in a game rigged rotten.

Maria Chuchena

Calexico finally returned to Europe after a 4-year hiatus (apart from the collaborative Iron and Wine tour of ) with a full 7-piece band and celebrating.

Every day is a rollercoaster here. The weird mix of natural calm and the hustle of border crossing life can get ya both pumped and mellow. I’ve got these days where everything seems to repeat itself, and then BOOM! Something unpredictably delightful happens. Little thing? A stray cat on Lincoln Street might purr right in your ear, like it’s offering a tiny Zen koan – trippy, man.

ACLU Pens Letter to Calexico Over Camping Ban Ordinance