Are you a tourist and looking for something interesting and relatively new to take up a good part of your day? Or maybe you are already a resident of the formerly white city and would like to explore a bit.
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Casual Restaurant Critic visits El Vigia
He’s back! And here’s a little review of a little seafood place called El Vigia! Click on the restaurant name to take you there.
This is the first time incorporating the Casual Restaurant Critic in the notthenews Blog, so please feel free to comment and/or report any problems with the linking back and forth.
Enjoy!
For Business Owners – Registering Your Trademark with the IMPIdiots
Since this blog is all about bitching and moaning, I thought I would share with aspiring business owners the experience to be had with the idiots that ‘work’ in the federal government agency charged with the registering of trademarks and logos.
Called the IMPI (sounds like impy: small, monkey-like – which seems to govern the manner in which they proceed), the Instituto Mexicano de la Propiedad Intelectual is the branch of government that will review your logo, trademark and so on and register it so that no one may copy it. Or that is what they are SUPPOSED to do anyway.
The real life case of one local tshirt printer demonstrates that their efficiency is dubious at best; downright retarded at worst. In an effort to prevent the piracy so common among tshirt printers, the owners of Mayan Xic tried to register some of their more popular phrases and slogans, not to prevent others from saying them or to get some sort of dominion over phrases used in daily speech, but to prevent other tshirt printers from taking the original idea and printing them up for profit themselves.
When you apply for copyright protection, you must first apply ($$) for a ‘name search’ which will reveal if anyone else has registered the phrase or slogan before you. In the case of Mayan Xic, the phrase UAY (Mayan expression of surprise or fear) was searched for. Since no precedent was found, a formal application was filed (more $$). 6 months later, a letter left the Mexico City office and was delivered in Merida another 3 months after that, informing Mayan Xic that UAY was not available because there was a precedent. What was the precedent? It turns out that the brain surgeons at the IMPI, in true office-cloistered, blinded to reality, burocrat fashion, found that someone (Hershey’s no less) had registered Milky Way (really)!!! So much for that. You want to argue the point? Well, you can register a revision of their determination ($$) and wait another 9 months for their probably negative reply.
One of the phrases was actually registered, and it was found that a local printer was printing up shirts with the same phrase. The lawyers were approached and lo and behold, it WAS possible for the IMPI to act. The only caveat? The local office – here in Merida – had no one specialized enough to actually perform the required verification visit to the establishment in question. It turns out that this f^&%$d up system requires you, the person whose registered design is being pirated, to PAY FOR THE IMPI IDIOT TO COME FROM MEXICO CITY!!! Yes, you – already paying taxes that should be covering this – must pay for his airfare, his hotel, and his expenses while he is here doing his job! Is this outrageous or what or is it just me?
Remember the IMPI has an office in Merida – which your tax money is paying for – with over 7 employees in plain sight, none of whom apparently possess that obviously rare additional job skill required to go to a business and verify your complaint. And woe is you if the address you have given him is incorrect; in Merida many houses and businesses are the same number, only the letter changes. For example if your pirate is listed at Calle 50 #500C and the ‘inspector’ finds that the business is actually at #500B you are out of luck. He does not have the authority to go next door, even if the pirated goods are hanging there in plain sight.
As usual, this information is posted with the hopes that potential business owners in Mexico will read it and realize what kind of stupidity and burocratic entangelments await them in this still – in spite of what President Fox might declare on visits abroad – very much third world country.
Your Own Personal Driver in the Yucatan!
It’s time I took my love of driving and exploring the Yucatan to the next level.
Personally, I like to rent a car when I travel. There’s nothing worse – to me – than being herded around like some sort of passive cow, having to adhere to someone else’s times and interests. Sometimes I like to just stop and have a coffee, buy some roadside peanuts, climb a hill that turns out to be a Mayan ruin or whatever.
But some folks don’t have the time or the inclination to rent a car themselves and don’t want to use public transportation. And they enjoy getting some clear answers to their questions on life in the Yucatan; objective opinions on what’s worth seeing and what’s a total tourist trap.
So. In between NotTheNews updates and Casual Restaurant Critic outings as well as regular work, I am going to offer this service – for a limited time to gauge the interest and demand – to those who want the convenience of a comfortable car with a knowledgeable driver AND the complete flexibility to do whatever they want, when they want.
The advantages are:
- No waiting for a rental car or bus
- No hassle with that rental car
- No argument about the rate
- No worries about damage waivers and insurance
- No worries about gassing up before or after and where
- No worries about getting lost
- No worries about missing the bus
- Flexible itineraries based on what YOU want to do and see and WHEN you want to do it
- Being able to pick the brain on life in Yucatan from someone who has lived here for 19 years now
- Getting to places off the beaten track that are not in most guidebooks (if any)
One of the things I want to specialize in is taking you to those wierd and wonderful, great and out of the way, known and unknown eateries that can be found in Merida that you might not get to if you were renting or bussing. Like La Susana Internacional in downtown Kanasin, home of possibly the World’s Finest Panucho. Hey I like to eat. What can I say.
Email me and we can discuss your travel plans for the Yucatan peninsula, if you will be based in – or visiting – the formerly white city of Merida.
Cheers and thanks for putting up with this totally commercial post!
Hope for the Civilized World?
Is there hope for a moderate, internationally friendly, less beligerant, more tolerant elephant to our immediate north?
The U.S. elections results seem to indicate that all the bullshit coming out of the hard-ass Republicans is finally, thankfully, wearing thin on the up-to-now paralyzed by fear citizens of the United States.
I know next to nothing about U.S. politics and so will abstain from voicing an opinion on whether or not having Nancy Pelosi as speaker of the house of Representatives is a good or bad thing; but it is interesting that there is now a democrat in that position and a woman to boot, which is is a historical first. And since this position is third in line for the presidency, should something awful befall the current pres and vice pres, heaven forbid, that makes it even more intriguing to this complete outsider.
At least now there will be some actual dialogue back and forth instead of one-sided monologues.
Congrats to those who voted. To those who didn’t, shame on you.
Jesus helps out with math
One of the funny things to me – an anglo atheist – about living in a latino catholic culture is the predominance of people named after the bible’s main character, Jesus, as well as the two supporting actors Maria and Joseph. It seems that absolutely everyone is called at least Jose or Maria with the addition of another, more regular name.
The other day my daughter exclaimed to me “Jesus (Hay-SOOS) helped me with my math”. Of course she was talking about one of her classmates who shares a name with our biblical protagonist, but when we translated it into English we both thought the phrase was extremely hilarious, especially coming from her, the daughter of the afore-mentioned anglo atheist.
Who knew that Jesus was into algebra?
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NotTheNews Candidate for Governor
NotTheNews, as a foreigner-published website with a limited readership, has absolutely no right – and makes no attempt to – interfere in the local election process, so I won’t even pretend that I am influencing anyone here, beyond stating a personal opinion.
Sin embargo, and in response to a reader’s question (previous post) I think that Ana Rosa Payan (PAN) is the best choice for governor of the fine state of affairs that is Yucatan.
She is not even the ‘official’ candidate yet, but one of three candidates vying for the position from the PAN political party. PAN, for those of you reading from some other place than the tuch of the world, means Partido de Accion Nacional, or National Action Party. The current president, Vicente Fox, as well as his successor Felipe Calderon and the present governor of Yucatan are all from the PAN party which was Mexico’s second strongest political force, behind the PRI (Partido de la Revolucion Institucional or Institutional Revolutionary Party). After Fox was elected, the PAN became Mexico’s prominent political force.
Back to Yucatan: of the three PAN candidates (lackluster and overtly conciliatory to business Xavier Abreu and over-the-top silly Luis Correa, still riding on his father’s many accomplishments) this neurotic non-interfering foreigner believes that Ana Rosa is the only one that has any huevos (and the other two are MEN who should have some, but don’t) and will be able to do whatever is necessary to move Yucatan forward, in spite of whatever interests and old-school impediments that might present themselves.
As mayor of Merida, her attempt to modernize the stinking cesspool that is Merida’s market was met with much criticism but she actually did something rather than just talk about it. She faced down angry, spoiled locatarios who would have to move their hovels to a different location (they pay next top nothing for the right to occupy these spaces; they should be glad they have a place to sell their crap at all and not have to act like a real business anywhere else).
After seeing her dodge insults and thrown objects as well as a lot of pushing and shoving she had me convinced. Add to that the fact that she has taken her stilted, squawky speaking style and become a lucid and fluent orator (which means she is capable of taking a look at herself and making improvements) has made her a definite forerunner in this race for the governor’s postion… IMHO.
Manual for Anarchy (by Jorge Alvarez Rendon)
I thought it most pertinent and, as usual for anything written by this observer/writer, extremely well written and to the point. For Mexico is not just palm trees and cheap servants. There are things that anyone contemplating a move here should know; they just might take for granted that these little details, the solution of which would seem obvious and a done deal, were already taken care of. They are not.
I have tried to translate it as closely as possible to the original including the tone as well as the message.
For a little background, read up on recent events in the Mexican state of Oaxaca, the state of juvenile law in Yucatan and student protests in Mexico. The idea is not to alarm anyone, but to really alarm everyone, so that maybe a little pressure will make the authorities actually DO something.
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It’s wonderful and very healthy to be able to do whatever one wants, whatever one feels like doing. Here are some tips on how to go about doing just that:
The first tip is only for those who have their voter registration card, who have a penchant for social revindication and who are sick and tired of historical slights and inequalities.
Go shopping for a straw hat, a red bandana and a can of white spray paint. Get yourself a decent machete (you can buy a quality model just off the Calle Ancha del Bazar here in the formerly-white city of Merida) and head – together with another 200 like-minded persons – towards the city’s center. Make sure your that the timing of your procession coincides with that time of the day when downtown Merida’s traffic is at it’s horn-blaring, exhaust-spewing worst.
Once you are there, do whatever it is you have always wanted to do; don’t hold back or hesitate; let your thirst for justice run wild, unleash all your fury.
Overturning cars is good, setting busses on fire better; go ahead and spray paint graffitti on storefront windows and historical buildings, block access to public buildings, kidnap anyone who happens by and destroy anything belonging to the community you can get your judiciary hands on.
You need not fear punishment or the application of any law for that matter. The National Commission for Human Rights is there for you 24 hours a day. No government authority will even attempt to get in the way of your fun. We have spent far too many centuries in achieving this level of freedom of expression to have someone come and reprimand us ‘just because’.
Important Note: The mob is indispensable. Do not attempt this alone since this will result in you facing a judge and perhaps being sentenced to 15 years in jail.
The second tip is for those under the age of 17; adventurous, red-blooded youths suffering from misunderstandings great and small.
First, you must acquire a knife in the market known as Bazar Garcia Rejón, where rules regarding the sale of such artifacts are completely and happily ignored. After about a week, the idea is to stand on a street corner in your neighborhood with other under-age and resentful teens where you can show off your new weapon.
One night – any night will do – feeling a little offended, misunderstood or just in a bad mood, you insert blade of the afore-mentioned weapon into the lower abdomen of some person who happens to be nearby and that you don’t particularly care for very much, keeping the blade lodged there until the victim is most assuredly dead. When the Ministerio Publico (read police) arrive – if they do at all – it is important not to offer up any resistance and shed copious tears for all the injustices suffered in the past: abuse by parents and teachers, police brutality, globalization, a drug problem etc.
In no time at all, the victim will not be the stiff cadaver, in whose defense no one will speak, but you! We can bet that a psychologist will be dispatched to look into your case, a file will be started on you and a tutor assigned as well. All this will happen in the 48 hours after your detainment, after which you will be set loose so you can get on with your life, no worries. Isn’t it great this doing whatever we want?
The third tip is for disgruntled students unwilling to accept internal rules, statutes, federal laws and other minutae that tend to make one’s existence such ‘a drag’.
Get about 50 students together – either sex is fine – get an attitude happening and start making protesting gestures. The group isn’t complete without the six or seven students who have Shakira lyrics wallpapered on their brains and for whom ‘soneto’ is a Nestlé ice cream product.
Yell as loudly as possible about your rights as pubescents and the future of the country and remember as many old, communist-era protest chants as possible. “Si la leche es poca, al niño le toca” (if there’s only a little milk, give it to the children) “El hijo del obrero va primero” (the workers child comes first) etc.
Demand to be able to wear ear and nose rings, tattoos, pendants; color your hair and use any cosmetic you feel like. Insist on the use of cellular phones in class, sale of condoms in the school store. Your opinions must be absolutely respected, even if you demand this in language that otherwise might have been known as foul. Demand also more comprehension from school principals and counsellors. Praise the attitude of those teachers who are indeed, understanding, and do not hesitate to physically remove those teachers bold enough to attempt to restore some semblance of order. In the case of these, there is a formulaic approach that cannot fail: accuse them of sexual harrassment, of groping, of leering and lusting disgustingly. Go ahead and dare to do whatever you feel like. What could possibly happen to them that wouldn’t be for their own good? The crime of slander doesn’t even exit anymore in the penal code. You can defame someone, walk all over their reputation with big muddy boots, do whatever you want! The SEP (the federal Ministry of Education) will support you and the DIF (federal organism that oversees social programs for the young) will be most understanding.
Be happy
ExPat Quiz Notes
Thanks to JW for an expat quiz found at http://www.ezinearticles.com/?Mexico:-Expat-Quiz&id=66612 which is, actually a little lame, in the Neurotic Foreigners opinion. For one thing, Mexicans don’t ‘eat styrofoam plates’ and ‘large mountainous piles of dog poop on the sidewalks’ would imply that sidewalks are commonplace. The aforementioned canine excrement can be found much more readily on the many sidewalks of Paris or Cologne.
The expat quiz – IMHO – could be a little more sublime; something along the lines of the questions outlined in the following
Are You Ready to Become an ExPat in Yucatan? Questionnaire.
For Regular Folks
- Do you like the idea of giving up the newspaper as a source of objective news?
- Do you enjoy the bumper car attraction at your local fair enough to engage in this activity on a daily basis with your own personal commuting device?
- While on the subject of driving, do you find painted lanes, traffic signs and other such nonsense to be simply a restriction on your personal freedoms in a libertarian sort of way?
- Does the idea of spending a week or more renewing your FM3 permit (lo siento, pero le faltó la copia de su _____) on an annual basis make you feel good about governments in general?
- Do you enjoy receiving bi-monthly electricity bills for peso amounts completely at odds with your actual consumption?
- When you complain to the omnipotent CFE about the previously mentioned point and realize that it is they themselves who determine – and no one else – what to charge, do you think “Wow, these folks are really efficient!”
- How about power outages on a weekly or ‘whenever it rains’ basis? Do those make you think how lucky you are to be able to enjoy conversations with neighbors or dust off that scrabble board and think of interesting words (mayan ones don’t count) by candlelight?
- Do you feel superior and get an ego boost when Mexicans jack up the price of anything they’re selling (car, house, rent, whatever) when they see the color of your freckles and hear your terrible accent?
- Do you enjoy, and find challenging, remodeling your home on a continuous basis, thereby providing employment for many and varied tradespeople, each of whom will undermine the work done by the previous one?
- Does the adoption of stray street dogs and treating them like pampered family members make you feel that somehow you have changed and become a better person?
If you answer “Why, YES” to any number of these questions, you may indeed be ripe for expatriation. Come on down!
Of course there are many more items and perhaps one day I will put them up, especially those related to work and business ownership.


