Met Governor Richardson's internet guy, Joaquín Guerrera. He came up to me after the caucus and talked to me, gave me his card, told me to stop by his booth and said he'd like to have a beer with me. (HEY people wanna have a beer with me. Is this a sign I'll be president one day? Now I just have to skip out of military service.) I thought that would be cool and told him so. He laughed over the name of my site as we said goodbye, but I think he remembered it as "The Angry Mexican." Might have had something to do with the way I was talking about a few things in that meeting. Anyway, it really was a fantastic meeting/caucus. I have to say, that hour or so made it all worth it to me. Real good stuff. We'll see what comes of it. Have to add a site or two to my blogroll, but that won't be happening until I get home. Oh, and one of the connections I made (D.C.) asked me if I knew of other Latin@ bloggers that I could bring in to their awareness. So, guess that means I'll be spreading the love. Because I know you all have been lovin me up so well.

Moulitsas, trying to say some pretty snazzy things about the "Left" (or his site, rather) that were, um, lies. I won't say anymore, I'll save it for the doc. (A very small piece of the doc.) No, I'm not out to bash him because he's Kos, or the Great Orange Satan. Shoot. I don't see him as the Great Orange anything, and really, I dont' want to bash anyone. To me he just seemed like a smug, snotty, tired-looking man. All I was thinking most of the time (aside from keeping an eye on the tapes, the sound levels, and the wires) was "I sure wish I had some questions to ask, I know people back home would want me to ask some" but I don't really follow his site or his words enough to even know. All I could rack up out of my brain was commenter Francis Holland's recent link and I thought to myself, trying the question out in my mind first, "Do you still believe gays are a danger to the military?" But everyone was asking questions about blogs, about "the frontrunners," about Lieberman and Clinton and the netroots.... It wasn't about him, the person. It would have been completely out of context, thrown everything into a strange spin, and not that I don't love the Strange Spin Cycle, but it just wasn't the right question. However, there were some good ones asked (mostly not) here and there, and I had a real good position, so I did catch some good stuff on tape that will certainly come in handy in the doc.

Met some good people here. Bernita, (who blogs at tondeestavern.com and blogfordemocracy.org), Matt Ortega (mattortega.com, a fella who helped oust Pombo), Jenifer Fernandez Ancona (HopePac, openleft.com), Rafael Collazo (brownplanet.net and we might go out to eat tomorrow night in the barrio), Kid Oakland, who pulled this thing together, Jose (a really sincere and groovy Mexican cat who has no green card), Carmen (allaboutrace.com and she took me to dinner it was yummy), and a few others.

It's been good getting out of the chair and seeing some people in the 3D. I think part of the ever-cycling drama online is simply due to too much blood settling into the ass cheeks, yeh. Because being there with these other Latinos all kicking it...Sylvia, you were right. Grounding, you said to me.

Sitting there I was like "what was all that bullshit again about me coming here?" It just suddenly seemed so silly. Because here we were, sure it was a small group. But there was real feeling and real discussion and we were even talking to some people who were connected. There was talk of familia and immigration, and a "safe space" private list for hashing out all our diverging feelings and opinions on Latino issues (this is the D.C. list I'm a pull some peeps in on), and the rising hate against Mexican Americans and Latinos, and even a few spanish words thrown in here and there and you know—I still don't know if the Democratic party can do a damn thing for this world. But I know that it was good to sit in a room with the Brown™, and to know we cared about many of the same things, and we were all talking about it and we were passionate, aware, vocal Latinos all together talking. That was the stuff. Unidad, you know? Remember? Unidad. That's what we need, vatos y mis vatas. There was, for that relatively short time, unity. It was very good. And everything else faded away.

Like me. Fading fast. I'm exhausted and its another big day tomorrow. Peace, hermanos y hermanas. Hasta mañana.