Weird scenes inside the Metro

Meanwhile in the great indoors
Pizza boxes on the floor
Prescription junkies pass the day
TV actors screw around
Wrapped in silk and dressing gowns
A grown up drama for a day
Oh you dreamer
Is this the way that you believed your life was gonna turn out
Oh you dreamer
Is this the better world that you were making all those plans for
-Big Country

Yesterday morning at 7:45, i was in the Metro and saw a guy with a Depeche Mode t-shirt and a Depeche Mode baseball hat was carrying a gym bag with a boom box in it, playing - you guessed it - Depeche Mode. He was singing in tone deaf English at the top of his lungs. WTF?

The other day I was on linea 10 going way out to Boadilla in the west and i saw a young dude with a mega-mullet, shaved over the ears and straggly long in the back. All of his finger nails on his left hand were girly-long and painted black. He also had the obligatory Doc Martens and surplus army jacket. He was one ugly bitch.

On the same train, there were two really fat ladies. Spaniards are quickly becoming as obese as Americans, which is disturbing. We knew they needed to catch up with the rest of Europe and the US, but not in fat! Then i realized the younger woman held a neon green shopping bag that said www.prenatal.com. I figured she must be knocked up, which made me feel better about her rotundness. As i got up to give her my seat i saw a round locket around her neck. It was a bronze little ball. Rosemary´s Baby!, my inner mind screamed with Homer Simpson -esque shrillness. Ruth Gordon gives Mia Farrow the locket filled with Tanis root, or devil´s root. I changed cars.

Growing up
growing up
looking for a place to live...
-Peter Gabriel

Well, I saw one place. No doors, no sink, no stove, no refridgerator, no furniture - zippy. Dust and drywall going up everywhere. And no salon - because the owner will live there. They called me later - it´s yours! It will be ready by next Miercoles (wed.)!

My ass! Maybe the first Miercoles in May! Even if you could get a stove, this is Spain. It might take three weeks to get the gas company to come.

Back to the old drawing board
-Wille. E Coyote

As far as I know- the above quote is the only thing Wille E. ever says on-screen. The Chinese mob had already cut out his tongue for unpaid Baccarat debts by the time he and the Road Runner had made it big.

Looking forward to Kobenhaven this weekend. "You really need a vacation, baby," Maria told me. It has been a crazy few weeks.

Its 45 F and rainy in Kobenhaven and 63 F here. Oh well. There are many ways to keep warm.

"Brings boots," the Martian told me.
"I live in Madrid. I don´t have boots!"

Speaking of obesity, I have been showing one of the advanced classes Super-Size Me!, Morgan Spurlocks frightening documentary about eating nothing but McDonald´s for 30 days. I figure it´s a nice bit of American Culture for them. Some of my students really thought all we eat in America is hamburger! Untrue, of course. And bitterly ironic as all they eat here is pig! Anyway, I tied it in with an articel about the haute cuisine served aboard Air Clinton and Air Obama.

You know there's a house on Victory Street
Where no one wipes their feet
A car is rusting in the yard
Mommy scrubs and daddy scores
Keeps his stash beneath the floor
Under the bed of baby blue

I need a guide book
Get me a map
Not even Indiana Jones could deal with that
The tank is empty, a wheel came off
How can someone find me if no one knows I'm lost
Hey if no one knows I'm lost
-Big Country