Yes, the world’s on fire, and it’s melting, and little Dorothy, er, Greta, needs our help.  And, as Smoky-the-Bear often said, “Only YOU can prevent forest fires.”  Greta can’t save the world from melting, all by herself.  “The responsibility resides in my shoes,” sez me.

So, our assignment, if you care for the future of the planet and its human children, is to read this  >  (HERE’S AN EXCERPT TO GET YOU STARTED) :  “New coal plants built since the 2015 Paris climate agreement have already doubled the equivalent coal-energy output of Russia and Japan, and 260 more are underway.”  READING INVITATION LINK.  

Don’t get depressed, get angry enough to do something brave and bold : Get ready!  Coming to a street corner near you this October is a life saving event worthy of great risk, called Extinction Rebellion.  Bookmark it.  (Don’t expect your elected officials to take action, as they’re all sold out to the corporatist state.)  Like I said, get ready.  Only you . . . ( ¿ If not me, who ?)  PAY NO ATTENTION TO THAT MAN BEHIND THE CURTAIN, WHO IS GAMING YOU.

If you need further persuasion, here’s a quote linked to an essay by a Pulitzer Prize-winning journalist : “The American political system is not salvageable. It will be overthrown in a mass uprising—a version of which we saw recently in Puerto Rico—or vast swaths of the globe will become uninhabitable and the rich will feed like ghouls off the mounting human misery. These are the two stark options. And we have very little time left.”

“I’m melting, I”m melting.”


Painting by Lobo, “el brujo”.

On a Sunday stroll we happened past Maternidad park, c.60 near the symphony theatre in centro.  I was delighted to see Lobo showing his wares, along with many other artists.  (He last appeared in my pages in July of 2012.)  We have two of his paintings and a lacquered woodblock sculpture at home.  His work is seen in homes around town.  Here’s one owned by a British couple:

Lobo calls himself “el brujo” which variously can be translated as shaman, wizard, sorcerer.  His English is good.  He’s a Yaqui Indian, a philosopher, a musician, and a thinker engaged in the project of life :  pondering that great question, ¿Who am I? – while still trying to feed and house himself by painting and selling on Sundays.  (I don’t believe he has gallery representation, so you’ll need to visit the park if his work appeals.)

Lobo, tending his wares.

Merida is a lively art scene, with many galleries, and plenty to see on foot on Sundays along c.60 or a bit further north on Paseo Montejo between the remate (c.47) and the glorieta (traffic circle, circus) at c.27-a.