runswithscissorsFar too much writingRunning around Madrid- June 15, 2003 Last night: for the first time in a while, fell asleep around the outlandish hour of 10:30, resulting in a good night&146;s worth of shut-eye. I needed that. In recent weeks, I've fallen into the habit of conking out in the wee hours and waking up far too early. Recently, my body has been letting me know loudly and clearly that more sleep would be a fine thing. We&146;ll see what happens to my snooze schedule when I'm back in the States.This morning: up at 8, got a laundry going....http://blogs.salon.com/0001369/2003/06/15.html#a296 Hot poop- June 13, 2003 Two evenings ago, around 7:30, standing looking out a window before class started. Watching the evening street life down on la Calle de Arenal. I notice that one of the crawler-type light readouts over a storefront includes the time and temperature among the advertising hooha. The temperature at that time: 38&186;C. That -- according to this handy online temperature conversion thingie, works out to 100.4&186;F. June 11. 100&186;. Granted, there&146;s no.http://blogs.salon.com/0001369/2003/06/13.html#a295 Futzing- June 12, 2003 Damn, I'm good at futzing about and wasting time. (Should I be concerned about that) There is always something I can turn my attention to do which will piss away major chunks of temporal reality, especially if that something has any connection with my computer andor the 'net. Sit me down in front of my little laptop and, without achieving anything of substance, I can wipe out hours and hours of the day in no time flat. Or that at least is how it feels. Computers,...http://blogs.salon.com/0001369/2003/06/12.html#a294 Art!- June 11, 2003 It's time to get current with the madcap world of art: Oh, quiet down. Bothering the good folks of Birmingham. A paean to the modest, underappreciated art form of signage. And Barcelona beats the record.http://blogs.salon.com/0001369/2003/06/11.html#a293 Rarely boring- June 10, 2003 Down in the Metro this morning, waiting for a train. Not well ventilated, the Metro, so that it has a strong tendency to get stuffy when the mercury heads toward the stratosphere, as it has here lately. I'll head into a station, take stairs or escalator down into the Earth, the air initially feeling like a cool contrast to the warm airintense sunlight aboveground. Until I get down to the train platform where as soon as I stand still I can clearly feel that the air is not only..http://blogs.salon.com/0001369/2003/06/10.html#a292 Hmmmm- June 8, 2003 When I dragged myself out of bed and opened some windows this morning, I was met by a classically beautiful summer morning. Blue, cloudless sky filled with swifts performing their usual virtuoso-level flight acrobatics. Morning sunlight, clear and soft. Air just warm enough to indicate a hot day in store. And quiet, one of the things I enjoy the most about weekend mornings here. Quiet, gentle, starting up in slow, gradual fashion. My first morning in this flat see entry..http://blogs.salon.com/0001369/2003/06/08.html#a290 Paranoid wonderings- June 7, 2003 This morning, walking down la Calle de Hortaleza, I passed three males standing together at a point along the way that sees little pedestrian traffic at that hour on a Saturday a.m. Well into an early-morning (or all-night and then some) bender, one of them holding a nearly-empty liter-sized beer bottle, each with a cigarette in hand, discussing something probably not earth-shaking but important to them there in that moment, as is often the case with drinkers in the middle of a...http://blogs.salon.com/0001369/2003/06/07.html#a289 |