Peligroso Boxers!

Give any one species too much rope and they'll fuck it up
-Roger Waters

Ay! The class I have a for 90 minutes every day knows absolutley

no English. It's brutal. But it's coming along. Mas Despachio (very

slowly).


If I ever find I only have a couple months to live and decide I want

to make each second stretch for a quarter mile, I'll practice English

to non-English speakers over the phone. I do this too and the

minutes go on for eons. The other side of the line is a barrel of

"No entiendos (don't undertsand)."


Oh well, I'll slog through it.


Went to a bar tonight in Sol (the touristy part of town) to see

Barca play Liverpool. The atmosphere was electric. But O'connel

Street is an I rish bar, so there were lots of Liverpool supporters.

Barca won 1-0 but lost on aggregate becuase of the away goals

rule. Aggregate was 2 - 2, but Liverpool had scored both goals at

Camp Nou in Barcelona.

Sleep comes upon me: mother, brother, secret lover. Buenos

noches, mis amigos. Vaya con Dios.

Who wants to live forever?
-Queen

One of the hazzards of drying clothes on the clothesline is when

the hijos de puta are doing construction and you get wood chips

and sawdust all over your clothes. In civilized countries, we would

knock on our neighbors door and let them know. But these people

are cretins, so I was shaking wood chips out of my clothes all

morning. The dress shirts didn't bother me - but my boxers! That's

one place you don't want to get a splinter! I mean, I may want to

have kids some day.... Actually there may be one on the...Oh fuck it

I'm not even going there)