#mexico

We are at last on the high lands of Mexico, the districts which at least three different races have chosen to settle in, neglecting the fertile country below. ↗

— Edward Burnett Tylor

#chosen #country #different #districts #fertile

A molcajete is a stone mortar and pestle from Mexico. They're great for grinding spices and making salsa and guacamole because they give everything a nice coarse and rustic feel. I've never collected anything, but I think I might start collecting these because each one is decorated differently. ↗

— Bobby Flay

#because #coarse #collected #collecting #decorated

What most people don't understand is that UFOs are on a cosmic tourist route. That's why they're always seen in Arizona, Scotland, and New Mexico. Another thing to consider is that all three of those destinations are good places to play golf. So there's possibly some connection between aliens and golf. ↗

— Alice Cooper

#another #arizona #between #connection #consider

There are a few Chinese smuggled in over the borders of British Columbia on the north and Mexico on the south. ↗

— Denis Kearney

#british #british columbia #chinese #columbia #few

Mr. Tyler acquired Texas by voluntary compact, and Mr. Polk California and New Mexico by successful war. ↗

— Robert Toombs

#california #compact #mexico #mr #new

Taking it as a whole, Mexico is a grand city, and, as Cortes truly said, its situation is marvellous. ↗

— Edward Burnett Tylor

#grand #marvellous #mexico #said #situation

Illegal immigration is not just a matter of interest in states along our border with Mexico. It is having an effect on local economies, schools, health care delivery, and public safety all across the country. ↗

— Roger Wicker

#along #border #care #country #delivery

This has a lot to do with the unrest in Nigeria, but also with the production loss after the hurricanes in the Gulf of Mexico, the decline in Iraq since the 2003 war, and the decline in Venezuelan output since 2002. ↗

— Daniel Yergin

#also #decline #gulf #hurricanes #iraq

If only I could cry. I am beyond that. The light, the light, lending itself to empty downtown Saturday, but still the stupid insensate cars flush by oblivious to their stupidity, my silent plea. It isn't Mexico. It's not Paris. It's a painting by Hopper come to life. I am trapped inside a dead thing. Language is impossible here, even in English. Who has the arrogance to say: I'm mad, this is my crazy view of things, help me. I'm trapped in a silent world, a tableau of forty years ago. The walls are different, the tables, the heights of the veiling and the chairs. I loom above this letter. The view past the rows of cakes in the plate glass window is unfamiliar. I am a ghost. There is nothing now between me and death. Death is the unfamiliarity of everything, the strangeness of the once familiar. The same spatial configurations only the light is hollow, sick. I think I lack the energy to hit expensive discos which I don't know where they are to be rejected tonight. I look passable. My energy's low. I love to dance but despair is not a good muse. This Mexico, babe. Men who don't love you but act wildly as if they do initially. Self-involved, narcissistic men... The men drink and philosophize about pain. The women live it solo and culturelessly. No one cries, except easily, sentimentally. The devil, therefore God, exists. Oaxaca was a pushover compared to this. Pain had boundaries there. Spare us big cities, oh lord! ↗

— Maryse Holder

#mexico #oaxaca #pain #death

Mexico takes a hard line on immigration, demanding that visitors to her shores enter lawfully, and show her respect during their stay. ↗

— John Linder

#during #enter #hard #her #immigration