Mayo 29
She parks her car outside of my house
Takes her clothes off
Says shes close to understanding jesus
-Counting Crows
I taught "going to a restaurant" in class this week. They loved it. I
warned them that an American Martini is NOT half vermouth with a
shot of gin or vodka. Oh hell no! They were frightened, as well they
should be.
I was in a pharmacy and saw an ad for one of those cellulite redusing
pills - the photo was a woman's ass wrapped in plastic wrap. Damn!
You have to really have to go underground to get that kind of stuff in
the USA!
It's 9:23 on Martes night. Sun's just starting to fall. I had grill cheese
and Andalucian gazpacho for dinner out on the front porch (shady). So
remarkably, I have cometh full circle.
Cast your eyes back to '88-'89 when a young college junior lived on
grilled cheese and tomato soup in a townhouse called 107. Almost 20
years ago! Sweet baby Jar Jar Binks! How does this happen, that times
vanishes?
It just does, I guess.
Sun is going down. It's blinding in the 'greenhouse' or the 'penalty box'
as Kristen and Stuart have come to call it. Kristen once locked me out
there after a particularly gassy evening.
Then the bats come. Vincent Price, kiss my ass!
The bat is the symbol of the Valencia football team, if anyone cares.
Saw the Stanley Cup started. Hockey seems so far away.
FULLY DOMESTICATED
Whew! Some shirts are a hell of a lot harder to iron than others,
probably the ones that are all cotton. Anyway, I learned that if you iron
pants inside out, they don't come out shiny. I'm learning this kind of
late in life.
10:30PM and the last traces of the day are turning the corner. Almost
dark in the west.
Listening to Green Day's American Idiot, which is a beauty.
It's been gorgeously cool, maybe 20 Celsius (maybe 68) the past few
days, and sunny all day. The sky was royal blue, it's incredible. So kiss
me one more time, Lady Spring, before your dominatrix sister,
Summer, moves in for good.
Ooh, i think i hear my laundry 'landing,' which is what it sounds like
when it spins the last cycle. It sounds like a jet going over Shea
Stadium.
Yep, the laundry hath landed.
And Miles Davis' A Tribute to Jack Johnson just came on the MP3
stereo. What a brilliant gift from Mel and Jan that was! Anyway, Miles
blows some good laundry hanging music. And...Kristen isn't in yet
from kick boxing, which is nice because I hang my stuff out her
window. It's like a commune here.
This is El Dude, reporting live from Madrid. Back to Titts McGhee in
the studio.
MORE CRAIC
Kristen just got in. A little Dominican dude in her class just carried
her boxing gloves home for her. How quaint! He's like half her size -
freaks her out. Too funny.
The fun never ends. Hard to believe I'll be gone from this flat by the
beginning of July - end of July the latest. All good things...
Time to start a hanging...
May 30
I also wound up teaching the morning students Ponce De Leon, as
they were in St. Augustine. That was fun. I remember being there as a
child and seeing the big Spanish Fort out in the water. It was amazing.
I just got done reading Jean Ure's Plague 99, another book about
human beings being annihilated by illness. Kristen is concerned for my
mental health. Interesting book, written ten years after The Stand was published,
aimed at adolescents. There's 2 more books in the series. I got it at
the British Council library.
I also just finished The Acid House by Irvine Welsh. Fantastic. One
night we all watched the movie (also from the Brit Council)
which was great. This is the movie that started us all saying 'you daft
cunt!" It was a collection of short stories by the same maniac who
wrote Trainspotting. It shows a very dark side of Scottish Society.
Horrifying and hilarious all at once.
Okay 12:30 AM and I am finally yabbered out. Time to figure out
something to teach for tomorrow.
You don't get something for nothing
You don't get freedom for free
-Rush
She parks her car outside of my house
Takes her clothes off
Says shes close to understanding jesus
-Counting Crows
I taught "going to a restaurant" in class this week. They loved it. I
warned them that an American Martini is NOT half vermouth with a
shot of gin or vodka. Oh hell no! They were frightened, as well they
should be.
I was in a pharmacy and saw an ad for one of those cellulite redusing
pills - the photo was a woman's ass wrapped in plastic wrap. Damn!
You have to really have to go underground to get that kind of stuff in
the USA!
It's 9:23 on Martes night. Sun's just starting to fall. I had grill cheese
and Andalucian gazpacho for dinner out on the front porch (shady). So
remarkably, I have cometh full circle.
Cast your eyes back to '88-'89 when a young college junior lived on
grilled cheese and tomato soup in a townhouse called 107. Almost 20
years ago! Sweet baby Jar Jar Binks! How does this happen, that times
vanishes?
It just does, I guess.
Sun is going down. It's blinding in the 'greenhouse' or the 'penalty box'
as Kristen and Stuart have come to call it. Kristen once locked me out
there after a particularly gassy evening.
Then the bats come. Vincent Price, kiss my ass!
The bat is the symbol of the Valencia football team, if anyone cares.
Saw the Stanley Cup started. Hockey seems so far away.
FULLY DOMESTICATED
Whew! Some shirts are a hell of a lot harder to iron than others,
probably the ones that are all cotton. Anyway, I learned that if you iron
pants inside out, they don't come out shiny. I'm learning this kind of
late in life.
10:30PM and the last traces of the day are turning the corner. Almost
dark in the west.
Listening to Green Day's American Idiot, which is a beauty.
It's been gorgeously cool, maybe 20 Celsius (maybe 68) the past few
days, and sunny all day. The sky was royal blue, it's incredible. So kiss
me one more time, Lady Spring, before your dominatrix sister,
Summer, moves in for good.
Ooh, i think i hear my laundry 'landing,' which is what it sounds like
when it spins the last cycle. It sounds like a jet going over Shea
Stadium.
Yep, the laundry hath landed.
And Miles Davis' A Tribute to Jack Johnson just came on the MP3
stereo. What a brilliant gift from Mel and Jan that was! Anyway, Miles
blows some good laundry hanging music. And...Kristen isn't in yet
from kick boxing, which is nice because I hang my stuff out her
window. It's like a commune here.
This is El Dude, reporting live from Madrid. Back to Titts McGhee in
the studio.
MORE CRAIC
Kristen just got in. A little Dominican dude in her class just carried
her boxing gloves home for her. How quaint! He's like half her size -
freaks her out. Too funny.
The fun never ends. Hard to believe I'll be gone from this flat by the
beginning of July - end of July the latest. All good things...
Time to start a hanging...
May 30
I also wound up teaching the morning students Ponce De Leon, as
they were in St. Augustine. That was fun. I remember being there as a
child and seeing the big Spanish Fort out in the water. It was amazing.
I just got done reading Jean Ure's Plague 99, another book about
human beings being annihilated by illness. Kristen is concerned for my
mental health. Interesting book, written ten years after The Stand was published,
aimed at adolescents. There's 2 more books in the series. I got it at
the British Council library.
I also just finished The Acid House by Irvine Welsh. Fantastic. One
night we all watched the movie (also from the Brit Council)
which was great. This is the movie that started us all saying 'you daft
cunt!" It was a collection of short stories by the same maniac who
wrote Trainspotting. It shows a very dark side of Scottish Society.
Horrifying and hilarious all at once.
Okay 12:30 AM and I am finally yabbered out. Time to figure out
something to teach for tomorrow.
You don't get something for nothing
You don't get freedom for free
-Rush
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