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People may not tell you how they feel about you, but they always show you. Pay attention.
Under The Volcano
Americans love Mexican food. We consume nachos, tacos, burritos, tortas, enchiladas, tamales and anything resembling Mexican in enormous quantities. We love Mexican beverages, happily knocking back huge amounts of tequila, mezcal and Mexican beer every year. We love Mexican peopleâas we sure employ a lot of them. Despite our ridiculously hypocritical attitudes towards immigration, we demand that Mexicans cook a large percentage of the food we eat, grow the ingredients we need to make that food, clean our houses, mow our lawns, wash our dishes, look after our children. As any chef will tell you, our entire service economyâthe restaurant business as we know itâin most American cities, would collapse overnight without Mexican workers. Some, of course, like to claim that Mexicans are âstealing American jobsâ. But in two decades as a chef and employer, I never had ONE American kid walk in my door and apply for a dishwashing job, a porterâs positionâor even a job as prep cook. Mexicans do much of the work in this country that Americans, provably, simply wonât do.Â
We love Mexican drugs. Maybe not you personally, but âweâ, as a nation, certainly consume titanic amounts of themâand go to extraordinary lengths and expense to acquire them. We love Mexican music, Mexican beaches, Mexican architecture, interior design, Mexican films.
So, why donât we love Mexico?
We throw up our hands and shrug at what happens and what is happening just across the border. Maybe we are embarrassed. Mexico, after all, has always been there for us, to service our darkest needs and desires. Whether itâs dress up like fools and get pass-out drunk and sun burned on Spring break in Cancun, throw pesos at strippers in Tijuana, or get toasted on Mexican drugs, we are seldom on our best behavior in Mexico. They have seen many of us at our worst. They know our darkest desires.
In the service of our appetites, we spend billions and billions of dollars each year on Mexican drugsâwhile at the same time spending billions and billions more trying to prevent those drugs from reaching us. The effect on our society is everywhere to be seen. Whether itâs kids nodding off and overdosing in small town Vermont, gang violence in LA, burned out neighborhoods in Detroitâ itâs there to see. What we donât see, however, havenât really noticed, and donât seem to much care about, is the 80,000 deadâmostly innocent victims in Mexico, just in the past few years. 80,000 dead. 80,000 families whoâve been touched directly by the so-called âWar On Drugsâ.  Â
Mexico. Our brother from another mother. A country, with whom, like it or not, we are inexorably, deeply involved, in a close but often uncomfortable embrace. Look at it. Itâs beautiful. It has some of the most ravishingly beautiful beaches on earth. Mountains, desert, jungle. Beautiful colonial architecture, a tragic, elegant, violent, ludicrous, heroic, lamentable, heartbreaking history. Mexican wine country rivals Tuscany for gorgeousness. Its archeological sitesâthe remnants of great empires, unrivaled anywhere. And as much as we think we know and love it, Â we have barely scratched the surface of what Mexican food really is. It is NOT melted cheese over a tortilla chip. It is not simple, or easy. It is not simply âbro foodâ halftime. It is in fact, oldâ older even than the great cuisines of Europe and often deeply complex, refined, subtle, and sophisticated. A true mole sauce, for instance, can take DAYS to make, a balance of freshly (always fresh) ingredients, painstakingly prepared by hand. It could be, should be, one of the most exciting cuisines on the planet. If we paid attention. The old school cooks of Oaxaca make some of the more difficult to make and nuanced sauces in gastronomy. And some of the new generation, many of whom have trained in the kitchens of America and Europe have returned home to take Mexican food to new and thrilling new heights.
Itâs a country I feel particularly attached to and grateful for. In nearly 30 years of cooking professionally, just about every time I walked into a new kitchen, it was a Mexican guy who looked after me, had my back, showed me what was what, was thereâand on the caseâwhen the cooks more like me, with backgrounds like mineâran away to go skiing or surfingâor simply âflaked.â I have been fortunate to track where some of those cooks come from, to go back home with them. To small towns populated mostly by womenâwhere in the evening, families gather at the townâs phone kiosk, waiting for calls from their husbands, sons and brothers who have left to work in our kitchens in the cities of the North. I have been fortunate enough to see where that affinity for cooking comes from, to experience moms and grandmothers preparing many delicious things, with pride and real love, passing that food made by hand, passed from their hands to mine.Â
In years of making television in Mexico, itâs one of the places we, as a crew, are happiest when the dayâs work is over. Weâll gather round a street stall and order soft tacos with fresh, bright, delicious tasting salsasâdrink cold Mexican beer, sip smoky mezcals, listen with moist eyes to sentimental songs from street musicians. We will look around and remark, for the hundredth time, what an extraordinary place this is. Â
The received wisdom is that Mexico will never change. That is hopelessly corrupt, from top to bottom. That it is useless to resistâto care, to hope for a happier future. But there are heroes out there who refuse to go along. On this episode of PARTS UNKNOWN, we meet a few of them. People who are standing up against overwhelming odds, demanding accountability, demanding changeâat great, even horrifying personal cost. This show is for them.Â
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Esta navidad me gustarĂa estar bajo tu arbolito y asĂ alegrarte con una sonrisa, o tal vez una caricia.
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More than a foot of snow fell on the Sahara on Sunday, shrouding the orange and red landscape in hues of white. The rare scene didn't last long, but luckily, a local photographer had his camera ready.
Artist Philip Beesley Merges Chemistry, Artificial Intelligence, and Interactivity to Create âLivingâ Architecture
Multidisciplinary artist and architect Philip Beesley weaves together such a broad array of technologies and systems in his artworks that they legitimately defy description, but the immediate impact of encountering these sprawling interactive installations is visceral and awe-inspiring. His latest work, Astrocyte, connects chemistry, artificial intelligence, and an immersive soundscape to create a living piece of architecture that responds to the presence of viewers.

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Hay personas a las que nunca vuelves. Y nuncas paras de despedirte.
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Te sientes bien contigo mismo, y el mundo se incomoda. Te sientes fatal, y el mundo te sonrĂe. AsĂ nos va.
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Agradezco todas las puertas que se me cerraron, porque fue cuando empecĂŠ a ver ventanas. Y en una estabas tĂş.
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Yo te seguirĂŠ, incluso cuando me haya ido, porque algunas partes de mĂ con algunas tuyas hicieron un trato. Una promesa. Un para siempre.
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