On the Fly

Half the time you didn't know any better, but half the time you did
Hanging around like tommorrow doesn't apply to you
- Liz Phair


Well, I had a blog all written, but this damn machine doesn´t have Word. For fuck´s sake!

I don´t really think tomorrow applies to me. I just take it day by day.

Got an offer today to teach an entire intensive English class every day next week from 8 - Noon. It´s out of town, but worth it. I knew I´d teach 8 hours for this class, but now I have 16. That´s a week´s worth of work. 4 hours is a long time to teach one class, but I´ll figure it out. If worse comes to worse I´ll put on fishnet stockings and start singing showtunes. That´ll keep them occuppied.

I miss Fripp. He never Emails or Instant Messages me.

I´m still kind of in shock from hearing an hour ago that my friend Deidre was the victim of an attempted mugging last night, somewhere in the tourist area of Sol, I suppose, since that´s where her Mother and sister were staying for the weekend.

From what Deidre told Stuart, the mugger followed them into their hotel and tried to snatch her mom´s bag from behind. The strap didn´t break and she held on, and hit her head. Then Deidre grabbed on and they were both dragged down the stairs and had to go to the hospital. Awful.

Of course the New Yorkers out there know you should just let go of your bag if you are in danger.

Fuckers. This place is filled with thieves. It´s unreal. But there´s very little violent crime because there are no guns so don´t worry about me. What a shame, for Deidre. She´s one of my best friends.

Sydney (Texas) talked to her and said she´s planning on leaving Madrid altogether on Monday. That would really suck. Hopefully it´s just a gut reaction. But when you see your Mom dragged down the stairs and hit her head....

So that´s the dirty underside of Madrid. This has been a great experience so far, and I´ve got work til July, but if I return to Spain in August it will be in another part of the country like Mallorca or Sevilla. All of my friends say the South rocks. You´re by the beach, the cost of living is cheaper, and the women always tell me the chicks are hotter. Sign me up!

so we're led by denial like lambs to the slaughter,
serving empires of style and carbonated sugar water
and the old farmroad's a four-lane that leads to the mall
and my dreams are all guillotines waiting to fall,

and i wonder then what it will take for my country to rise.
first we admit our mistakes and then we open our eyes.
'til nation's last taker succumbs to one last dumb decision
and america the beautiful is just one big subdivision.
-Ani Difranco