allow me to introduce myself…
My inaugural blog post—damn, better make it good. I’m a bit hungover, so to get the creative juices flowing I’m taking the edge off with a (rather well-made, if I do say so myself) Bloody Mary. Yes—it is ten o’clock in the morning, and I’m having a drink. But I don’t want to give you the wrong impression… And this, my friends, is the right impression. I am anything but coy, and I solemnly swear I will never pretend to be someone I’m not. So—who am I, then? First of all, I’m the kind of lady (yes, a lady!) who drinks Bloody Marys at ten in the morning. (Ed.’s note: Erm, like I said, I don’t want to give you the wrong impression. I might be posting this on Tuesday, but I wrote it on a Sunday… Sunday’s a more appropriate day to be having booze with breakfast, don’t you agree? But I digress.) Anyway, so who am I, and what’s up with this blog!? … I’ll get back to you after I finish this Bloody.
Okay! Good. We’ve moved on to coffee—now it’s time for a proper introduction. In Mexico, zócalo means the main square of a city. (Bear with me—this isn’t a meaningless tangent.) The zócalo is a point of mass congregation; it’s where gossip is exchanged, food is sold and eaten and enjoyed, beautiful people wander, and bums swigs liquor. From time to time, it becomes a locus of protest, as the people come together to raise their voices against injustice.
The purpose of a Zócalo blog is going to be to act as a zócalo—a point of congregation—for Tucson. But instead of the people coming to the zócalo… The zócalo will be coming to the people. In a way, I—and fellow bloggers who may join me—will be a little bit like the zócalo, personified. A tall order, indeed! But I won’t be going it alone. I won’t be holed up in my home office (okay, okay—my bed), pretending to know what’s going on outside in the streets and parks and coffeeshops and art studios; I will be out and about. Zócalo got legs and she’s roamin’ around! She’s climbin’ in yo’ window, snatchin’ yo people up, so—wait a minute… Sorry, got carried away there. Because really, until it gets filled up with people and places and experiences, the zócalo is just a big ol’ empty plaza. I’ll be chatting with you, visiting your bars, checking out your bands, admiring your art, drinking your craft brews (yup, can’t say I’m not looking forward to that). I’m new to this town, and this blog will document my discovery of Tucson. And you’ll read about all of my escapades here. Check back on the regular—there’s never a dull moment in the zócalo. Oh, and if there’s somewhere or something or someone you think I oughta know about, tweet me @zocalohannah. Talk to you soon!
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