A good friend of mine lent me an interesting documentary about the “Gay Games,” so I wanted to share a few comments about it, especially since so many people on the planet are now concentrating on the 2012 London Olympics.
After having asphalted several major Havana thoroughfares on the eve of the Pope’s visit, crews of government workers are now repairing side streets in poor neighborhoods of the capital.
Do you remember the grove of casuarina evergreen trees that was completely cut down a year ago in the coastal town of Santa Fe? Between the allegations raised by Havana Times, those of the Guardabosques environmentalist organization and pressure from locals, we have succeeded in getting the military out of there.
My ceiba tree died for the medical office that is falling apart these days. Every day I see how it is losing a window or a piece of roofing is falling off, without the San Agustín community doing anything to save it.
On June 28 (Gay Pride Day internationally), we the young LGBT men and women of “Proyecto Arcoiris” (the Project Rainbow) decided to kiss in a public setting and to invite whomever wanted to accompany us to join in that adventure.
She walked in front of me and I immediately fixed my eyes on her. She walked determined, but exhausted, while on her back she carried a large sack, though at first I couldn’t tell what it was.
Nearly three weeks after it became widely known that the Spanish energy company Repsol had come up empty handed in its oil drilling efforts off the coast of Cuba, after the entire international media had squeezed the news dry, the Cuban press stooped to partially and manipulatively informing the people of the island of this finding.
Early Saturday morning (June 9), Cuban law enforcement officers picked up two members of the Critical Observatory Network (OC) and drove them to the police station at Zapata and C Street of Havana’s Vedado district.
The Sixth National Critical Observatory Social Forum took place last weekend to discuss self-organization in Cuban society. However, the sessions couldn’t be finished at the state-supported institution that served as the meeting place. (21 photos)
What now comes to mind is a teacher who was serving as a juror at a symposium recently. She was shocked to hear my idea that included “peripheries” (the grass roots) as legitimate sources of knowledge. “The periphery is chaos!” she said, fanning herself in fright.