Into the flames

11:00 8 de Enero

Wait a minute baby
stay with me a while
you said you'd give me light
but you never told me about the fire
-Fleetwood Mac

No one ever tells you about the fire, Stevie. But there always is one. Oh yes. Always.

We don't know how. We're not sure when, but at some point in the future, something bad is going to happen.
-Homeland Security (almost every statement)

Listening to

Beatles – White Album
Soundgarden – Superunknown
Steely dan – Gaucho
Jane's Addiction – Nothing's shocking
Talking Heads – Sand in the Vaseline
Marillion – Marbles
Yes – Yes Songs
Pink Floyd – Live in Oakland '77 (Animals)
White Stripes – Elephant
Joni Mitchell – Court and Spark

Great to be back – great to see La Profesora. In a feat aided by illness, jet lag and amorous shannanigans, I entered bed at 2:15am on Friday and did not extract myself until 8:15pm on Saturday. Maria lived a whole day in between. It should also be noted i had a three hour nap on friday afternoon too, though i did not really sleep at all on the flight. It was a world record. Mamota (groundhog) power!

Maria's great. Wonderful. Terrific. Etc, etc, etc.

Burning down the house!
-Talking Heads

I am back to teaching. I still like it. Que Bueno! I had three weeks off. Crapapalooza! That's a long time. Spoiled, i am.

My house is 70 degrees with the heat off and Maria's is 50. A tale of two flats

22:19

I survived!!! The first day back is always loco. No one showed up for my late classes, but i still get paid, so i studied Spanish. I just hope there isn't a problem. Alex said not to worry, but he's a moron.

And when I tried to get off the light rail, the door wouldn't open and it brought me all the way to the next stop. Then I had to go back. Typical first-day-back stuff. Not even the new box of plastic wrap i bought worked – it was all tangled round one end. And i am cleaning and doing laundry because I have been home about 4 days in the last month. Ay carumba!!!

I am studying Spanish because I realized just how shitty my Spanish was when I was invited to Maria's family last minute on Sunday for dinner (the feast of the three kings). When people speak slow i have a chance, but when they speak normal speed i am am jodido. Anyway, met her mom, who still dresses in black after losing her husband a year and a half ago, poor woman. She knew him 50 years and he was all she knew. But Maria said her mom looked happier than she has seen her in a while. I also met her older sister, Gelles (helles), who is my age and really sweet. Later on I met her lame ass boy friend. We had this special cake called roscoe (That's how it sounds, don't know how you spell) and thank god they warned me because my piece had a hard ceramic tile of the virgin in it! Even eating is peligroso (dangerous) here.

The jet lag worked the other way last night and i hardly slept for a half an hour at a time last night, then awoke at 6:30. Damn you physics! Damn you Sir Isaac Newtown.

And what is this nonsense about people being almost out of the race because they didn't do well in the Iowa primary. It's fucking Iowa! A state you forget when you try to name all 50. Where is it exactly? - no one knows! The day Iowa decides the US' fate is the day I move out.... Oh wait, that already happened.

I read the same today about New Hampshire! It said super Tuesday may not matter (20 state primaries on Feb 5^th) after New Hampshire. Does anyone believe this insanity? This stupidity? Cram NH and Iowa together and they can both disappear into the ass end of California or up the nose of NY state.

It's just plain silly.