Fuck Yeah White Husband

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#afam #texasmasons #masonslady @saigon_pete @stewartafos (at Jacques Demolay 1390)

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http://marsvarela.com/2014/11/30/a-fistful-of-soul-christmas-2014/

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My baby DJing with Jello Biafra!

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October 2014

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Saturday morning.

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Husband and dogs. Little brown dog is the focal point of these photos, but my husband is the glue that holds it together.

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Montage.

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When NPR photographer David Gilkey was headed off to Cuba to shoot some of our stories, I told him, as his photo editor, that there was one cliché he should absolutely avoid: cars.

He talked about it with weekend host Scott Simon (which you can listen to above). Our conversation was a little different.

Kainaz: So David, we sent you to Cuba with one very specific directive: No cars. (Well, that and cigars.) Remember?

David: Yes, I remember us doing a Google search of “Havana” and seeing nothing but vintage Fords and Chevys from the ’40s and ’50s. We laughed because it was absurd.

Kainaz: Yes, and I said, under absolutely no circumstances, no matter what, were you to photograph cars. Verboten. Don’t even think about it. Don’t even look at them! It’s like shooting gondolas in Venice. SERIOUSLY, NO CARS. So what happened when you got there?

David: Here’s the thing: Cuba’s cars are impossible to ignore. It’s like seeing a celebrity and trying not to stare. They run through the streets, not so quietly, in bright colors, carrying sometimes half a dozen Cubans from place to place. Maybe you aren’t a car lover. Maybe you love bikes. Imagine showing up in a city and almost everybody is riding vintage Schwinns.

We Said, “No Car Pictures.”

Photo Credit: David Gilkey/NPR

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My husband really wants to visit Cuba someday. I will translate and make him buy me snacks while he digs for records.

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Record shop. My house.

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My baby made me veggie burgers for breakfast. What a guy!

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Husband's DJ crew got featured in a local Houston magazine. I wanted to know why he was all the way in the back. He said it's his in his nature to look through records.