Happy Eastern Evrbdy!!!!!

Another Mystery Pic by MGsings


The origin of the Easter Bunny?

Who knows...

These serious stone guys are called Moais. They were raised by natives centuries ago in Easter Island, some say as guardians of the seas. Easter Island is isolated in the middle of the Pacific Ocean, halfway between South America and Oceania. That means, literally, thousand and thousand of miles away from anything resembling a continent... How could a bunny get there?... Not the slightest idea.
By the way, Easter Island natives call their land Tepito Te Henua. That is: "The Navel of the World".

Happy Easter to all of you...

Hope you eat so much chocolate as to roll over the floor!!!!

Do I really need to know all this????

Facts:

1428 -
The year Vlad Tepes was born (the real rumanian prince who inspired Bram Stoker's Dracula).

5567133 -
The first telephone of the house where I lived as a kid.

If attacked by a crocrodile, try hitting/biting them in the eyes -
(zebras do and, if not always, sometimes they get away (alive) with it)

If in tigers territory, try wearing a mask on backwards or a mirror like device on your back -
Weird as it might seems, apparently tigers don't like to take a bite out of beings looking straight at them, nor looking at their own scary reflections.

Gordon Mathew Summers-
Sting's real name.

Ali Agca -
the turkish guy who shot Pope John Paul II in 1981

Pete Malloy-
The police officer character of old Adam-12 TV series

Harding, Coolidge and Hoover -
American Presidents between 1921 and 1933

11.000 meters deep -
The Mariana Island Trench. Supposedly, the deepest place of our little planet.

Riverdale -
The place where Archie's Comic Books' characters live

Reason for posting this... Just a random display of useless information stored in my brain and which had been absolutely irrelevant to my life for at least -sometimes even longer- twenty years...
The weird thing about all of this is that I can recall any of these facts in fractions of a second, but sometimes cannot even remember what is it that my girl asked me for whe she calls me on the phone, tells me to stop by a chinese restaurant on the way back home and bring some delicious food for dinner... (and I just hate it when I have to make one of those "err, honey..er, you know... er you wanted that spicy chicken, right? ah, yeah, yeah, duck,, yeah,,, that's what I meanT!!!" sort of humiliating calls)...
It's not that I have a bad memory (not bad at all, I think)... But I just don't get why sometimes our hard-drive acts is such a bizarre way...
I would gladly delete some of my rubbish files (and believe me, there is PLENTY!!! of them) and just get some free-space that, if not meant to improve my memory, at least would enhance the data processing input and output operations...

What the hell,
Life is just plain weird I guess

Breaking blogging news!!!!

Allright, maybe this wouldn't make it to the front page of a newspaper, but I do find it interesting and worth checking how it works and what is it all about... What I refer to is the Blogmarathon that will be held on April 1st (I think, check on the site anyway, just to make sure)...
If I had the time, I would think about making an effort and giving it a try... But even if I, you, we cannot participate I still think it will be something cool to take a look at... My best to the organizers.

Those crazy days gone by...

Reading on The Peanuts Queen's post yesterday about how blogging relates to remembering, an old memory came to my mind and I thought I would share it with you, considering it's somehow related to the fight I told you on sunday and could be even educational, if you havent got yet that much expertise on love relations and its curious struggles...
Let's go back in time over a decade....
My girl and I have just decided to moved together to flat and we are facing the final year of university. We are both working and studying at the same time. We are also preparing our thesis and we have also in mind to save as much money as possible so that, when graduation time comes and all university stuff is dealt with, we can buy a couple of plane tickets and leave our country as soon as possible (all just for the sake of curiousity and to see "some" world)...

Goals and ideas are fine, but the task proves very demanding (though we would manage to make it through) and the pressure and stress star growing and flooding our personal lifes... We had been going out for almost a year and, of course, one day everything around us just amounted to too much and hell exploded...

When we try to recall that day, we can't even remember what was the point that ignited the whole fire... But there's no way we are ever going to forget all that came after...

Shouts and recriminations were the beginning. Then my girl got a bit "effusive" and started throwing some cups and plates and any other piece of unlucky ornament that happened to be in the flat... It was very tense, as you can imagine... But we had had a couple of similar experiences before, so I didn't give that much importante to all that impressive display of rage and violence, considering myself that kind of guy who never loses his temper (and truly that was the last time I did) and thinking that I was going to be able to deal with the situation, no matter how hard... I could not imagine, however, what my girlfriend had in store for me...

Suddenly, she went into our bedroom and came out with a box full of tapes under her arm and a hammer on the opposite hand... Tools and music are the sort of things I always have wherever I live and in this given situation the tapes corresponded to an incredible CD collection from a friend I had spent weeks copying (over a decade ago a lot people still copied CD to tapes, even if that now seems hard to imagine)... Going back to the story, my girl sat in front of me, stared at me with eyes on fire, pulled out one of the tapes in the box and said: "The Doors... mmmm? You like it, no?" And faster than a lighting she smashed it with the hammer she held on the other hand... I was very impressed, but I kept cool... The she decided to repeat the operation with every single tape, calling out the name of the singer/band and the proceeding to smash it... I was still trying to keep cool, but by the middle of this wicked ceremony (after having lost over thirty albums...) I couldn't take it anymore... And I EXPLODED...

"Soooo, THAT's what you want?", I said. "You wanna wreck the whole place apart?... OK, LET's DO IT!!!!"... Then I stood up to the corner where I had my electric guitar and started a bashing performance that no metal-header musician would have had anything to envy to... Chairs, a glass table, pictures on the wall, batting out the tapes my girlfriend was starting to throw at me... A situation completeley out of control until I threw my guitar to the ceiling and happened to break a clay bell that she loved (and which I didn't really mean to hit and to this day I still regret breaking)...

After that I don't know how, she managed to grab me, push me and kick my ass out of the flat, crying out loud, of course, that she didn't want to see me ever, ever again... And that's how I managed to find myself in the corridor of the building (it was an enormous, classic construction), boiling in rage and thinking "all right, I don't wanna see you anymore, either"...

And I started heading for the distant elevator which was on the other side of the building, when, unexpectedly I broke down...

I felt horrible... I didn't know who was right or wrong, but I just felt like my life had completely fucked up... I guess, I discovered I was in love... And I felt the urge to just go back and embrace my girl in my arms... Something, of course, I knew it was not going to be easy at all, unless I came back with something more than an apology or a few kind words...

So I worked out a surprise comeback...

A few minutes later I knocked on my girls door, knowing she would check through the peep hole, before opening the door... She saw my face through the hole and, as you can imagine, she just told me to go to hell and if possible get lost there forever...

We were discussing about five minutes until she finally agreed to open the door and allow me to pick up a couple of things I said I couldn' leave without... So she unlocked the door, pulled it back and there I was:

Completely naked, except for a necktie, standing in the corridor.

"I just wanted to say I'm sorry"- I said.

She couldn't believe what she saw...
After a couple of seconds, she reacted and pushed me inside, worried that any of our neighbors (with all the noise we had made) would be peeping through the door to take a good look at all my naked being...

The surprise comeback worked out perfectly...

Intimate details of what happened later that evening, I keep in private to this day...

;)

Oddities...

- "The son of two cultures, the day came for Takashi to know it wasn't gonna be that easy to become a cowboy"-. MGsings.

Not a day to remember...

As stated above, this is not a glorious day... And probably this is not gonna be a happy post either, so if you decide to skip reading, I won't hold it against you...
Anyway, here we go:
Today I had this big fight with my girl. And when we fight big, BIG means HELL. That sort of sinister situation in which times freezes, air grows thick, light seems to disappear from this world and we keep crossing looks and words that would probably burn anyone who dared to step in the middle. Reason for all this: Yesterday I decided to answer a mail I got from and old university friend (a girl) I have not seen or heard of over the past ten years....
Of course, that's not all to it. This friend I'm talking about is a girl who was in our same class and is someone with whom I happened to have a very close relation, before I started going out with my current girlfriend (we were all classmates).
Back then (I'm talking a decade ago!!!), my girlfriend and I used to have discussions and fights over what this friend had meant to me and, considering we were just starting a relation, though I used to get pretty annoyed by what she implied, I sort of understood it and usually took it as part jelousy, part insecurity, part "I don't what the hell... but well, I'll dig it"...
To give you a broader view of the situation, I'll let you know the following:
1) I did feel attracted by this girl at one point.
2) Nothing ever happened between us (I was sure of my feelings, but she had been dating someone else and I wasn't sure if she saw me as anything else than a close friend)
3) When I started going out with my girlfriend, I had already grown a little bit a part from this girl we are talking, since I had decided to try something with another girl I had met halfway through between both of them.
4) When I started with my girlfriend I had no deep relation with anyone and I never denied the attraction I had felt before for a classmate we both knew.
5) Once the relation between my current girl and I consolidated, this old friend of mine never did anything as to imply we had had anything going on or got on my girls' back or did anything of that kind... We just grew even more separate, but just as it happened with other relations, and as it usually happens when a couple starts together and they drift a little bit apart from their social circle.
6) When graduation arrived, more or less everything had been settled and we all took our own road in life (my girlfriend and I together, ever since....)

Over the years, the issue came back a couple of times (of course, most probable, whenever we felt our relation was hanging on a thread)but I thought it had finally drained...

When I decided to answer the mail yesterday, I knew problems could hit my way... However I thought, hey, it's been over a decade, I know this has brought chaos land to our life a few times before, but, what the hell, I don't think I ever did anything wrong and I'm not gonna be as an unpolite as to leave this girl without a mail reply, considering all the good moments we shared... and having not had any news in all this years...

When I told my girlfriend, at first, she seemed a bit annoyed, but she kept cool. Hours later, hell exploded. Recriminations about why do I do these things for, if that relation seemed lost in the past; about whether I need to answer this because we are so different (that is true, we are like moon and the sun, but I think ours is a classical case of opposites attract); about whether if I need to do this because I did enjoy our college years and she didn't enjoy them that much (true again, but I was the sociable type, she was the distant, independant type, and I don't recall any of the two us wanting to behave any other way at that time); and all other sort of recriminations that brough ice to what it could have been a nice weekend afternoon walking by the sunny, narrow streets of Barcelona old quartier, had I not commited the "imprudence" of answering the above mentioned mail...

Final result:
I took a long shower, got dressed and left for work (I hate leaving home like this, really...)
She went to our bedroom, pulled a blanket over and said nothing more - probably she felt asleep.

I shall see her again in a few hours, but these are the times when I really feel more like getting out of work, going out for a few beers and do not think about anything for at least 24 hours...

For continuity sake...

Sorry guys... My internet connection at home sucks and my boss has put way too much work on my desk as to keep a healthy blogging life... However, I will not give up... Just a speedy entry to reflect on an enigma a friend I run into the other day pointed out to me:
Why do we always end up loosing one sock and having a mountain of lonely socks in our drawers????
Suggested theories:

1) A black hole inside our washing machines.
2) Socks are the most independant piece of our clothes. They just jump out of the drawer and hit the road.

Stupid as it may sound, I'm about to believe both of them make more sense than the fact of socks disappearing one after another without the slightest hint of a rational explanation...

Brainstorming accepted.

Nice to see ya' all, again...

Welllllll... SEEMS LIKE WE ARE FINALLY BACK TO NORMAL !!!!!!.....
We all pretty much know the wreck of a week this last one has been with all the posting and access problems, so let me tell you all how much I enjoy the fact of being able to read and comment on your blogs once again and do no feel so irritated due to that sensation of absolute BLOGLESSNESS...
It is just amazing how much I started missing reading and posting comments on your sites, when I realize I have not been hanging on this thing for longer than a month.... Either this is highly addictive or you write quite a lot of interesting stuff... I think both things are right, but I feel so happy at this "momento" that I will grant you all the credit for writing so many interesting pieces of personal experiences....
I haven't got much time to write now, but I promise I'll try to do my best effort as the week evolves... I'll also try to upload a few more personal drawings (like the ones I have posted) and one or two pcitures...

What I said before, nice to share life with all of you again...

A bit of joy and guiltless pleasure...

Ok, ladies and gentleman, I got a 4 days job break ahead of me, so instead of going deep and writing brain-squashing stuff (not that I do it usually, anyways...), I'll just let you in into my basic daily plans for an easy and enjoyable life...
I haven't got either enough money or time for a trip, so that journay to Rome will have to hold back for longer on my Europan City Tours schedule...
Instead I will take the time to stroll and browse once again the wonderful food markets of Barcelona and, if my girl doesn't stop me with one of those "maybe we should loose some weight" lectures, I'll hit the kitchen and try some cool recipes I have had flying through my head for quite a few weeks now... At least I know my cat will be standing faithfully next to me, just awaiting to see if I turn out with something he might dig his teeth into, with just as much pleasure as I...
If the force is with me, in a skywalkerian way of putting it, next week, I'll be a happy man with new gastronomic knowledge about the following:
sunday: home-made pumkin spaghetti with black olives, wine and blue cheese sauce.
monday: peared halibut with roasted italian peppers.
thusday: white fish (I haven't decided the type yet)seviche, dressed with garlic, scallions and lemon vinagretta.
wednesday: home-made gnocchi with classic tomato bolognesa.

Believe it or not, I'm looking forward to end shift and go straight home...

Hasta la proxima!!!
Bon appetite everybody





If

Blogging resolutions...

Funny how this bloggings affects the mind. You keep reading other people's thoughts and the ideas on your head seem to flow endlessly, more or less helping you to aim at those things you have in target and those goals you must still meet...
Just finished reading the papers and the world is in its usual wreck, so I'll better keep my concentration on those things o' mine... (Just for the record I'll express here my deep disappointment about legal resolutions in Argelia and Pakistan that keep crushing on basic women's rights; in the arab country the amendment that would allow women to choose a husband without the permission of a male family tutor has been banned from the revision of the legal code, while in the asian nation a law that would punish males accused of killing women who broke "traditional honor rules" has simply been rejected.... I don't know about you, but I find it devastating!)...
Going back to what I said above, reading on so many blogs has led me to assume that I must try to set a way of developing my currents needs and interests... That's the reason for the "blogging resolution" heading...
OK, I'll be a bit less selfish than usual, and I'll share a bit of my personal life with you... After years of living in Barcelona, I find myself sort of trapped walking through the same streets and I'm planning of moving to Berlin... No big deal, you might say (and maybe I wouldn't even disagree)... But what's the big challenge: First: I have got to save some money. Second: I'll have to look for a job there. And third, and probably the master key for all this subject, my german reaches as far as Wilkommen, Bundestag and Zwei coffe bitte? (Welcome, Parliament, and Two coffes, plis?)...
Now you can see what it's the big challenge...
I'm thinking also of undusting my french, because it may open a few doors outland in the tourist working fields (guides, hotels, that kind of stuff)...
This will take some time, I'm sure...
I will be posting updates on this as my german improves... (at least I got myself a CD Rom course to hit the basics)...

That daily life that bring us together...

OK, I've been blog reading a lot, and blog writing close to nothing... So I'll break the routine and try to share a few thoughts... First one is about what one finally ends up posting here...

In my case, the idea to develop a blog was, initially, to have a place where I could place a few articles commenting things going around the world and the way we perceive them and how they affect us... I stick to the idea, but I do need to find more time to do as seriously as I would like to...

Blog surfing, however, I have come to meet a lot more diversity than I expected and the simple, single fact that maybe the most atractive sites just revolve about the ordinary things of every day life, no matter where we are from or which place in the world we living at...

To me, I must confess it has been more than a pleasing surprise... I probably jumped into this blogging tide with the idea of finding to share life and ideas in a deeper sense... And I found it... But in a way that has been completely unexpected...

Going through blogs and blogs, one after the other, I find it highly positive that people barely turn to their country, comunity, religion, nationality or any other kind of regional identity definition as a mean of sustaining inspiration... Yes, sure, we are all from different places... But it seems as if nobody really cared much about these frontiers... And if this could be translated from the web to everyday interaction in a lot of physical places, I would certainly regain a lot of hope on our race and the way we are going to deal with this planet...

We read about our jobs challenges; the tests we are preparing; that cute little kitten we adopted a few months; those poems we have always wanted to write but were afraid to show; that wonderdul cake we baked for our kids birthday; that painful night we spent crying over a broken heart; how we are going to make it until the end of the month; that great party we went to; those amazing new bands you can check on the web.... and all sort of things which have nothing to do with the laberynthic paths of philosophy, but which certainly come a lot closer to the human soul in the way we are living daily...

You have given the chance to feel how life can really mean something similar to all of us, all over the planet... And yet, always, with the touch of a different flavor...