This quote goes out to my buddy Bryan (to the tune of Genesis’ the Carpet Crawlers).Praise Jah for instant messengers!
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The coochie cleaner
Cleans your wiener
You’ve got to get in to get out
And also a shout out to my cousin Lisa whose birthday was the 14th.
Teaching goes swimmingly. Today I taught an advanced class about the Beatles and we examined the lyrics ‘Revolution’ and the political significance. I also taught grammar- slang and the subjunctive tense (if). I think I’m going to really dig this teaching gig.
I am feeling way more comfortable here in general. I know the metro, I know where to buy food and I know how to get Internet Access. I instant message Mel every day and Bryan a good bit too. Life is so much slower here. I feel like I’ve really started a new life. The shadow of the Empire grows more faint every day. I don’t know how much else new there is to tell, which is good. The wild stories are good, but I needed a fucking break.
My new drinking buddy is Martin Kelly, a good sort from the Emerald Isle. Actually, everyone in class is fairly cool and we’ve gone out a good bit.
Things that are weird:
This dude Todd is from Boston, so we watched the Pats – Chargers game. It ended at 2:30 am here.
When the light goes green for pedestrians to walk, the light chirps at you like a mechanical cicada on acid.
The Spanish are not used to taking things “para llevar” or “to go.” So if you ask for coffee to go, they give it to you but are left mouth agape. The coffee is great, but when we get a coffee para llevar, the plastic cup is not really meant for it and almost melts in your hand. Maybe it’s the plastic that gives me such a buzz?
Hooters are not a big deal here. Playboy and stuff has topless chicks on it and they don’t put any sleeves on them. The USA is so puritanical it’s mind boggling.
What else? It’s been weird to learn English grammar again. The other day we learned present simple and past perfect. I find there’s nothing simple about the present or perfect about my past.
I finally got the Puta to give me a vacuum cleaner and vacuumed my room. There weren’t dust bunnies, but dust tigers and bears. It was a disgrace.
I am still sick or allergy ridden. Not enough to put me on my back but enough that I’m not right. Maybe I was never really quite right, but I have felt better. We all got sick, us twelve gringos in the class. We sound like a TB ward.
I am doing laundry while I blog. I’ll try drying these in my room- somewhere. The laundry I did Monday and put out on the patio never dried. It had that lovely Madrid carbon – monoxide smell. Ummmm…cancer through my pores. Truly this is a more civilized country.
This is to the tune of “Cocaine Blues” – Lyrics and Music by Johnny Cash, as modified by Jay
I moved to Spain and I took a few spills
In came a sheriff from the Basque Hills
He said “El Dude, get your face on the ground!
You’re the dirty hack that shot your woman down”
When they came for me I was dressed in black
But I had a San Miguel shoved up my crack
I cut a fart and blew them all away
I knew sweet beer was gonna save my life one day!
Cleans your wiener
You’ve got to get in to get out
And also a shout out to my cousin Lisa whose birthday was the 14th.
Teaching goes swimmingly. Today I taught an advanced class about the Beatles and we examined the lyrics ‘Revolution’ and the political significance. I also taught grammar- slang and the subjunctive tense (if). I think I’m going to really dig this teaching gig.
I am feeling way more comfortable here in general. I know the metro, I know where to buy food and I know how to get Internet Access. I instant message Mel every day and Bryan a good bit too. Life is so much slower here. I feel like I’ve really started a new life. The shadow of the Empire grows more faint every day. I don’t know how much else new there is to tell, which is good. The wild stories are good, but I needed a fucking break.
My new drinking buddy is Martin Kelly, a good sort from the Emerald Isle. Actually, everyone in class is fairly cool and we’ve gone out a good bit.
Things that are weird:
This dude Todd is from Boston, so we watched the Pats – Chargers game. It ended at 2:30 am here.
When the light goes green for pedestrians to walk, the light chirps at you like a mechanical cicada on acid.
The Spanish are not used to taking things “para llevar” or “to go.” So if you ask for coffee to go, they give it to you but are left mouth agape. The coffee is great, but when we get a coffee para llevar, the plastic cup is not really meant for it and almost melts in your hand. Maybe it’s the plastic that gives me such a buzz?
Hooters are not a big deal here. Playboy and stuff has topless chicks on it and they don’t put any sleeves on them. The USA is so puritanical it’s mind boggling.
What else? It’s been weird to learn English grammar again. The other day we learned present simple and past perfect. I find there’s nothing simple about the present or perfect about my past.
I finally got the Puta to give me a vacuum cleaner and vacuumed my room. There weren’t dust bunnies, but dust tigers and bears. It was a disgrace.
I am still sick or allergy ridden. Not enough to put me on my back but enough that I’m not right. Maybe I was never really quite right, but I have felt better. We all got sick, us twelve gringos in the class. We sound like a TB ward.
I am doing laundry while I blog. I’ll try drying these in my room- somewhere. The laundry I did Monday and put out on the patio never dried. It had that lovely Madrid carbon – monoxide smell. Ummmm…cancer through my pores. Truly this is a more civilized country.
This is to the tune of “Cocaine Blues” – Lyrics and Music by Johnny Cash, as modified by Jay
I moved to Spain and I took a few spills
In came a sheriff from the Basque Hills
He said “El Dude, get your face on the ground!
You’re the dirty hack that shot your woman down”
When they came for me I was dressed in black
But I had a San Miguel shoved up my crack
I cut a fart and blew them all away
I knew sweet beer was gonna save my life one day!
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