Bankers, Bakers and the Great Crash II

15 Steps and then a sheer drop
-Radiohead

Kevin told me that his boy, Colin, has to keep a journal and write in it for school. So I guess one time after I was visiting, he wrote something like. “My friend Jay lives in Spain and teaches English to bakers.” Kev said he was pretty sure he meant 'bankers.' Oh how I wish you were right, little man! All these classes wouldn't be canceled and I'd have pan gratis (free bread!).

Next week I have to say good-bye to my student I've had for a full year, Caco, from Barclays. I have a class to replace it with Accenture, but i will miss Caco. He's a fun guy.

Well, we can stay in touch. Once a week I have coffee with my old student, Antonio, the dude who loves Rush.

Ahhhh.... i'm starting to put down roots. Old friends, ex-students, ex-lovers. How did this happen?

I just want to be free, like a rolling stone.

I have replaced a few classes, but my schedule is bonkers. This economic crisis is nuts. Madrid is just loco in the first place. Where is sanity?

The slackjaw gaze
Of true profanity
Feels more like surrender than defeat
If culture is the curse of the thinking class
If culture is the curse of the thinking class
-Rush

I am tired. One more class tonight and then one at 8:15am tomorrow. And then it's the weekend!

Listening to:

Marillion – Happiness is the Road
Glen Hughes – First Underground Nuclear Kitchen
Genesis – Foxtrot, Nursery Cryme
Rush – Permanent waves
Porcupine Tree – Arriving Somewhere, Fear of a Blank Planet, Nil Recurring
Soungarden – Superunknown
Jim Croce – Photographs and Memories
Tommy Bolin – Fusion Jam Transplant


Two weeks and I go to Dublin. Woo hoo!

Invierno esta aqui! It got cold. Damn! Last night's game was the first one I have been chilly at this year. But we are expected to be close t0 20C by the weekend again. Lately it has been cold and rainy. At least the rain stopped for the game. I have to take a camera next time so that i can post photos of my Atleti Family.

Speaking of cold, i need to turn on the heat. Sounds like a Bad Chaka Khan song.