by Isaac Cubillos | Feb 15, 2026 | Brown Eyes, Clear Truth
A few years ago, I saw the word Chicano on a University of California student application. Not in a classroom.Not in a movement space.In a drop-down menu. It was just another ethnic group. That should bother anyone who knows where the word came from. Chicano was never...
by Isaac Cubillos | Feb 15, 2026 | Brown Eyes, Clear Truth
There was a time when “Chicano” was not cultural décor. It was not an aesthetic.It was not a vibe.It was not something you listed in a social media bio between your playlist and your favorite taco truck. It was a political position. The generation that embraced the...
by Isaac Cubillos | Feb 5, 2026 | Journal
Not “media acquaintances.” Friends. Collegues. People whose voices I recognize in copy, whose bylines I’ve followed for years, whose texts came in late at night after a brutal edit or a long flight back from somewhere dangerous. So let’s dispense with the idea that...
by Isaac Cubillos | Feb 2, 2026 | Journal
From the depths, the Claw reached forth — and we who answered became Crustafarians. Somewhere on the internet—and of course it’s on the internet—a group of AI agents has founded a religion. Not a metaphor. Not a joke. Not a think-piece headline doing backflips for...
by Isaac Cubillos | Jan 28, 2026 | Journal
Lyrics by Isaac Cubillos Music by Suno.com Verse 1Streetlight humming in the falling snowMinneapolis holding its breath tonightSomebody’s shoes by the hospital doorCoffee burned, but the clock still ticksThey say it happened quickThey always say it that way...
