Chivas finished a job well done to kick out Tigres, in a very bizarre match that included 3 penalties and 2 own goals last Saturday.
We meet América this week in the semifinals. They’re rather angry because last time around we beat them and took the championship.
If you want to see if your subsconscious is racist, sexist or somehow bigoted without you even noticing, you might want to check these Harvard tests.
I was relieved to see that I had no measurable automatic preference for people of Caucasian or African appearance. I did have a strong preference for Mexico, though, but that's kind of obvious given that I'm Mexican 😉
Via Finland for thought.
My other favourites in the final were
Georgia (great voice, original song)
Ukraine (hilarious!)
Germany (something original from the Germans).
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Maybe Terry what'shisname is an institution in the UK, but I found his comments generally annoying, bigoted and very, very bitter at the UK's possible bad showing (the contest is still going on).
I have French, Dutch, Walloon, Flemish & British TV channels for watching Eurovision, and all the others are much, much better than this guy.
I usually understand and like British humour, but this guy seems too over-the-top for me. I'll stick with the other channels.
A 40-something year-old dad I saw last week. He was dressed in khakis, blue shirt, brown pullover and pink Converse tennis shoes.
A little stylish, with a touch of unexpected rebelliousness and a rather subversive sense of humour.
But I'm watching the Eurovision semifinals from Helsinki. And I'm actually quite moved by the small clips between performances.
Hard Rock Hallelujah!
Update: 2 of my favourites didn't go through to the finals: Andorra & Belgium… the annoying acts of Belarus & Slovenia went through instead. However, 2 that did go though that I liked were Georgia & Serbia. Now let's see what do the finals have in store, as there are some contestants like Germany that seem to have some interesting stuff.
If the team doesn’t screw up this weekend, we’ll be up in the semis, where we shall meet the winner of the América-Atlas playoff series.
Family means different things to different people. To some, it is only their parents and siblings. To others, it might mean several generations of people including aunts, uncles and cousins relatively removed from them.
That is the case in Mexico. Even though I don’t meet them very often, on my dad’s side I know around a hundred people who fall into the category of “family”, even though I don’t always remember how exactly am I related to them. On my mom’s side it’s easier, and I probably know less than fifty.
In family reunions, since I never knew who was who, I usually called people around my age “cousins” and adults “uncles” and “aunts”. Even though there were some exceptions to the rule, it did work.
All this because I was chatting on MSN about the family with a cousin who is the granddaugher of a cousin of my grandmother on my father’s side. And yes, she’s still family, and we still know about each other, even though she lives in a part of Mexico I seldom visit.
