tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-108913582024-03-23T20:14:41.969+02:00TheRadicalRealityTruly a lot better than your worst thoughts.Mr Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11608807627370756192noreply@blogger.comBlogger116125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10891358.post-3836956434875183602011-06-11T22:32:00.000+03:002011-06-11T22:34:01.332+03:00por aquí, por allátruly I am not sure I am here at this very momentMr Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11608807627370756192noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10891358.post-16751769936718485282009-01-11T00:16:00.002+02:002009-01-11T00:19:39.325+02:00Looking out x you!Dear Reina,<br />If you see this message, please let me know where you shall be found (I hope in a very near future).<br />Traces of blog-talk I have collected around say you brought down your blog because of a job-change. Hope thing are going ok!<br /><br />A special kiss x u in this 2009!Mr Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11608807627370756192noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10891358.post-49178736891784842172008-06-10T11:38:00.002+03:002008-06-10T11:46:47.100+03:00simple life makes life so simple (and cool, sometimes...)A mild, himid and rainy day, and here I sit on my coach with nothing ahead but the promise of listening to the light beat of drops falling on the outside and, even more enjoyable, to the dozen of discs collection of brazilian music (all the possible styles you can imagine), which I have borrowed from a brazilian friend I'm sure I'm going to like even more of what I already like by the end of the day. Believe me, a lighting might strike me today and I'd die happy.Mr Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11608807627370756192noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10891358.post-28609195365754621902008-01-03T21:36:00.000+02:002008-01-03T21:52:55.353+02:00Happy 2008!!!!!!!!!!All best wishes x this brand new year!!! (and if you are reading this, a million thanks x still visiting this site)<br /><br />Hope you enjoyed a nice x-mas with all your dear ones and that these first days of January have brought you a little something of all the wonderful things I wish you experience in the months to come - I'll check with the gods above to make sure you really have all your dreams come true, ok! ; ) <br /><br />Not that I am making any New Year resolutions, but I do hope to be around here a lot more than I have done in the last twelve months. I am currently working on a way to improve internet connection and "network" both PC's at home, so if everything goes ok, I might be able to connect soon to the web from my home PC (right now, only my girl's PC is connected and since she is usually working with it, it's not that I feel like interrupting - ¿what would I say, I mean... "Hey you, stop your damn job and lemme blog a littlebit!!"... I might try that, but then you'd have to read all sad posts about why she left me and that kinda things ; )<br /><br />Anyways, I am just happy to have time to drop by and see how you are all doing... And don't take me wrong (like I am flirting with you or something like that), but I do believe your are all lokking superb this brand new year.<br /><br />Besos & Kisses!Mr Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11608807627370756192noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10891358.post-32185089416478422572007-09-16T11:43:00.000+03:002007-09-16T15:59:04.312+03:00My trip to Athens...Yes, sir! That blurry thing all the way uphill is The Acropolis...<a href="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y14/mrgonsings/Imagen038.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 540px; HEIGHT: 316px" height="423" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y14/mrgonsings/Imagen038.jpg" width="384" border="0" /></a><br />Greeks invented The Acropolis because, just like Romans and other ancient cultures, they loved ruins and gigantic stone buildings...<br /><a href="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y14/mrgonsings/Imagen044.jpg"></a><img style="WIDTH: 277px; HEIGHT: 355px" height="542" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y14/mrgonsings/Imagen044.jpg" width="196" border="0" /><a href="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y14/mrgonsings/Imagen001.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 261px; HEIGHT: 354px" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y14/mrgonsings/Imagen001.jpg" width="214" border="0" t="463" /></a><br />And they also had some really pissy Gods living up those hills, who really get pissed off if they didn't get their right share of temples and faithful adoration... <a href="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y14/mrgonsings/Imagen028.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 538px; HEIGHT: 375px" height="452" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y14/mrgonsings/Imagen028.jpg" width="320" border="0" /></a><br />They also invented Piraeus and other ports because they really cracked their asses off with wars and that sort of things and, back in those old crazy Mediterranean days, there was no way to win a war -or even a tiny battle- without a decent navy...<br /><a ref="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y14/mrgonsings/Imagen009.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 536px; HEIGHT: 325px" height="285" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y14/mrgonsings/Imagen009.jpg" width="369" border="0" /></a><br />Once they won their wars, they took money back from defeated enemies and went shopping around the beautiful streets of Plaka and Monastiraki...<br /><img style="WIDTH: 532px; HEIGHT: 312px" height="280" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y14/mrgonsings/Imagen034.jpg" width="346" border="0" /><br />Where they could always stop for a celebration drink, in a nice terrace...<br /><a href="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y14/mrgonsings/Imagen019.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 529px; HEIGHT: 334px" height="240" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y14/mrgonsings/Imagen019.jpg" width="343" border="0" /></a><br />Or enjoy delicious celebration meals!!!<br /><a href="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y14/mrgonsings/Imagen029.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 272px; HEIGHT: 309px" height="789" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y14/mrgonsings/Imagen029.jpg" width="216" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y14/mrgonsings/Imagen017.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 253px; HEIGHT: 309px" height="605" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y14/mrgonsings/Imagen017.jpg" width="224" border="0" /></a><br />They never stopped looking at the hills, though...<a href="http://www.blogger.com/i2.photobucket.com/albums/y14/mrgonsings/Imagen025.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 527px; HEIGHT: 294px" height="339" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y14/mrgonsings/Imagen025.jpg" width="482" border="0" /></a><br />... just in case the Gods got pissed again and claimed for a new war!!<br /><a href="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y14/mrgonsings/Imagen012.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 526px; HEIGHT: 305px" height="608" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y14/mrgonsings/Imagen012.jpg" width="493" border="0" /></a><br />Some years (luckily) they prefered to stay in peace, just enyoing their wonderful panoramic views and keeping an eye on Athens.<a href="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y14/mrgonsings/Imagen032.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 524px; HEIGHT: 337px" height="600" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y14/mrgonsings/Imagen032.jpg" width="492" border="0" /></a><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><br /><br /><br /><br />I had the chance to enjoy a few days in Athens, a couple of weeks ago. It was for work reasons, but I made the most out of whatever second I had free to enjoy the city. Very interesting place. A bit huge for european city standards, chaotic and slightly polluted, but very attractive indeed. Loved the people and the food. I might be going back to work there again in a month or so. I'll see if I can get new (and better!!) pictures.</span><br /></em><br /><div></div>Mr Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11608807627370756192noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10891358.post-14982455998816274002007-05-23T00:48:00.000+03:002007-05-23T00:50:24.727+03:00WTF!!!It took me eons to get to post this line... WTF has blogger done?...Mr Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11608807627370756192noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10891358.post-1169507267690746462007-01-23T01:07:00.000+02:002007-01-23T01:23:25.740+02:00... and so it will beHad everything gone right, I should have been leaving for India in about a week, a day more or less... But destiny's been a bit shitty with Mrs. G's health (nothing serious, guys, but she's gotta take it easy for some time), so she's been recommended to avoid long hours of flying (bye, bye Delhi!), watch out strictly what she eats –her liver on strike it seems- (bye, bye delicious and spicy Indian food) and to avoid unnecessary stress, like long rides in crowded trains and things like that (and who, in his sound mind, would want to go India and miss the excitement of what must be one of the most colourful train systems in the world)… AAAAAAAARRRRRGGGGGGHHHHH!!!!<br /><br />With that on our shoulders, after we had gotten our visas (bye, bye 150 euros!!) and all suggested vaccination (bye, bye other 50 euros!!!... but good thing we had not paid for our tickets yet), we’ve had to retrace steps and go back to Plan B… Plan B which, if chronologically intended, would not really be a Plan B, but more like a former Plan A, once abandoned… Summarizing, we’ll be heading for Rome and southern Italy, as soon as February kicks in. My millions of faithful readers (ok, maybe half a million or less) might remember that I was just about to go to Rome last year, somewhere around March, when I had to start on a new job and basically re-structure most of my life… Ok, I just had to re-structure my work shift and my work place, but you know that I enjoy travelling and planning my visits, so if one of them gets screwed I tend to excessive existential dramatization and really get blue, blue, blue...<br /><br />Of course, I’m delighted to go to Italy… But I’d been a lot happier if nothing had intervened on the trip to India, I must confess. Reason for heading to Italy is that we’ll be making most of the travelling by sea (which can hardly be stressful to anyone, unless the Mother of all Storms hits your boat, but I seriously doubt that happens in a boring waves sea like the Mediterranean) and any inland connection (either by train or bus) can easily be adapted for short rides… Needless to say, it’s a destiny that we’ve also been longing for, for quite a few years now.<br /><br />We’ll see what happens…<br /><br />Kisses mucho, people!<br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">-on another shitty note, I was just about to finish the first chapter for the novel I pretend to write and my PC died... cool, isn't it?... I guess I'll have to get a new piece of junk, but that will have to wait for after I come back (if I have any money left)... First things first, like grandmas like to say)</span>Mr Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11608807627370756192noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10891358.post-1167487862896089742006-12-30T16:11:00.000+02:002006-12-30T16:11:03.056+02:00con todo mi corazón...<strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">Best season greetings for all of you, beautiful people, blogging out there!!!!!!</span></strong><br />I'm currently on vacation, still in Barcelona, but getting ready to land on India, by the mid of January...<br /><br />I swear to you I'd love to spend more time here, but now that I'm not working, Mrs G keeps me away from the PC with some menacing looks which read "Ok, you sit there and spend your time blogging, instead of with me, and you'll be sleeping alone ALL this winter", so that's how it goes.<br /><br />I could also say on my defense that I've been doing some reserch and exercising my hand for a police novel I would like to write. This is just the beginning of the beginning of a project, which is yet very, very far of looking like anything that might resemble a book, but it's been lots of fun and incredibly time consuming... If things go right, and I'm able to organize myself, I' like to have the body of a first draft in approximately three months and and first "decent enough to let anyone read, but far from done" revised copy in about half a year from now...<br />If I manage to find time for translation, one thing you can be sure of is that you'll be the first lucky guys&gals to enjoy one of the try-out chapters...<br />Ladies & gentlemen, I gotta go now. Mrs is starting to give that look whenever she walks through the room and I don't wanna spend the whole winter without the pleasure of sharing warm, happy feet (and other things ;) )...<br /><br />TAKE LOTS OF CARE!!!<br />AND MAY THIS NEW YEAR 2007 BRING YOU ALL YOU'VE BEEN WISHING FOR!!!!<br />BESOS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!Mr Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11608807627370756192noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10891358.post-1162724613599543122006-11-05T13:03:00.000+02:002006-11-05T13:03:33.656+02:00duh, duh, duh...Since I hardly ever have time to write here nowadays, I'm thinking of turning this site into a photo-blog or something like it... Wonder how that works... Maybe I should get a camera first, right?... um... Hey! what if I leave the blank spaces and you put the pics there!... um... Ok, I'm lazy, I know... Well... we'll see...Mr Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11608807627370756192noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10891358.post-1162142842585382712006-10-29T19:27:00.000+02:002006-10-29T19:27:22.796+02:00Oh yeah!<strong>It's Sunday, 18:30, Spanish time, right at this very minute, and I've been working non-stop (just the minutes for ONE cigarrete) from 8:00 am this morning... And no, I'm not leaving the office yet!! <span style="color:#ff9900;">Hope this makes feel better anyone who stops by here with a crampy Monday face!!</span></strong>Mr Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11608807627370756192noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10891358.post-1160912809967310542006-10-15T14:46:00.000+03:002006-10-15T14:54:50.703+03:00Someday you will seeCall me egocentric, if you wish, but I’ve always felt inclined to this particular theory that I am as important to the universe, as the universe it is to me. In other the words, I cannot fully reject the idea that the day death calls me away, the whole world as I’ve known it will also come with me.<br /><br />I don’t say this to scare you, in case you are the kind concerned about Armageddon, or to stand defiant, in front of those who find themselves attracted to the answers of religions. Far from both of these ideas, I just say it because I feel it. And in feeling this way, I would dare to say I experience the vastness of insignificance and, at the same time, the insignificance of vastness.<br /><br />And no, I am not religious.<br />And no, I am not searching for answers.<br /><br />I am, therefore I am. And that’s all there is to it.<br /><br />Life is bringing me to this sort of rubber band mood in which I might expand and expand and, even if I break, I know my essence will remain elastic. I if know what I am and I know what I will be, does it make sense to wonder how I should be? Why search the answers for questions which are not necessarily real, in the sense that they might belong to us for all the relevance we lay on them, but do not comply with our true nature? What else, if not our raw self, will remain closest and purest to what we are and, allow me to laugh on this, what we “should” be?<br /><br />Every day I feel farther away from anything that might define me and, in taking this step, every day that passes I feel closer to myself, because I simply exist.<br /><br />I exist.<br />I expand. One day I might explode. That would be fun. (and not as tragic at all as it might sound…)Mr Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11608807627370756192noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10891358.post-1159911236385435192006-10-04T00:33:00.000+03:002006-10-04T00:33:56.476+03:00TheRadicalReality"Sin saber por qué sabemos que la respuesta yace a la vuelta de la esquina...<br />Apuramos los últimos pasos, dominamos los nervios y, de repente, ahí estamos... Frente a frente<br />Ha pasado todo el tiempo del mundo desde que nos miramos desafiantes...<br />Creímos, ingenuos, que ya lo sabíamos todo. Que estabamos listos...<br />Supimos, absolutos se?ores en nuestra ignorancia, que teníamos la respuesta.<br />Lamentarse a estas horas, a pesar de lo que digan los perros, por supuesto que tiene sentido.<br />Se?or ten piedad de nosotros...<br />Cuando tengas tiempo, claro..."Mr Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11608807627370756192noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10891358.post-1157287107785189622006-09-03T15:38:00.000+03:002006-09-03T15:38:28.090+03:00Unfreezing fingers...It’s a beautiful sunny Sunday morning in Barcelona and, yes, my friends, here am I, at the office, supposedly, working. Supposedly is not much of a supposition, actually. I did come to work this morning, but I’ve finished my share of pending calls and reports and now I just felt like writing. Anything. Because I really miss not having the chance to spend more time in these whereabouts. And because I have those precious seconds…<br /><br />Now it seems like the right time and the right moment. I enjoy a beautiful view over Barcelona docks and Frank Sinatra sings “That’s Life” on my improvised “sound-surrounding multi stereo system”, set up with my old rundown Sony disc-man and two lousy speakers, since the very first minute I took place on my new working desk, now a few months ago. I am the official and un-official, office DJ (no one else claimed for the position). I sometimes drive people crazy, listening to records, all working-day long, one after another. Most of the times, tough, I make them happy. I’ve got this sort of “musical sixth sense” and I’m ready to catch the moods around to pick just the right piece for the right person at the right moment. I deserve a Nobel prize, I think. But I’m in no hurry. All come to those who wait… Or so, they say (who is they?? By the way)<br /><br />Time has certainly past since the last day I had enough minutes to be here and allow my thoughts to flow out. And I can tell you: Bloglessness is hard!!. Really hard, if you’ve never truly felt like quitting and you feel so linked to this lost, neglected, site on the web, that it’s virtually impossible not to spend a day without thinking or remembering about the things that you, crazy people, have done and are doing out there (I keep peeping on you, dudes). I know I’ve been out of your lives these past few months, but you’ve definitely not been out of mine. That’s for sure. <br /><br />Things are not likely to change, though, for the time being. I’m still working on a “one day free a week, if possible” schedule and that’s not going to be different until we reach the last couple of months of the year, when most cruises make their way back home through the Atlantic and low season allow us to recover some breath. That’s the way it is and I did know it before I took this job, so there is no complaining about it. And truly, if I were to complain, I’d be being a complete phoney. Of course, my free time is nothing to envy, but I’m far from saying that’s limited my life in any way. I’ve had and I’m still having a great time at work. I’ve met lots of new and wonderful people, job related, but socially expansible and, on top of all, I’ve been to Amsterdam twice to assist on some new operations the company is developing (something I did not expect at all –so soon, at least- when joining in, but certainly did come as a superb surprise and a more than challenging experience)…<br /><br />One more thing I’ve learned, as a direct consequence of my limited free time: “If the day is too short, you’ve still got the whole night ahead”. Make that hot, humid, crazy summer nights and the lesson is certainly worth taking.<br /><br /> (not necessarily related, but I went to see Pearl Jam, a couple of nights ago, and they were fucking amazing… I just had to say it… I think I lost like five pounds just jumping and sweating… which now leaves me with an overweight of… well, forget it)Mr Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11608807627370756192noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10891358.post-1156010180997717902006-08-19T20:56:00.000+03:002006-08-19T20:56:21.126+03:00life bitsPablito clavó un clavito...<br />?qué clavito clavó Pablito?<br /><br />(a mi, la verdad, siempre me intrigó más bien cuántos...)Mr Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11608807627370756192noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10891358.post-1153050144667951472006-07-16T14:26:00.000+03:002006-07-17T23:20:57.386+03:00'Cause I'll never forget you...<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/225/3300/480/picnic05.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 221px; CURSOR: hand" height="290" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/225/3300/480/picnic05.jpg" border="0" /></a> <strong><span style="color:#ffff99;">I would have never expected I'd come back from bloglessness (even if on a quick stop) to find you gone...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffff99;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffff99;">I read you are now in a different world and I can still not believe I have to believe this...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffff99;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffff99;">Thank you for showing us your world and allowing us to see through your eyes... <em>almost literally.</em></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffff99;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffff99;">I already miss you deeply and I can only imagine what those beautiful dear ones you have so close must be going through...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffff99;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffff99;"><strong><span style="color:#ffff99;">Thanks x all you shared with us, you wonderful girl.</span></strong><br /><p>I'll never forget you...</p><p>Good Bye, beautiful Jenn!</span></strong></p><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;">(anyone interested on discovering this amazing girl, follow the link on Tourist of Everything)</span>Mr Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11608807627370756192noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10891358.post-1149884254467147932006-06-09T23:17:00.000+03:002006-06-09T23:17:41.800+03:00Todo el mundo busca el gol...As you might all know already, today it's the first day of the World Cup. Why do I write about this?? That's simple. I lack time for anything that involves meditating about a post, I've posted close to nothing in the last months and, last but not least, if I start thinking about what should I post about, probably I'm gonna run out of time and I'll have my millions of readers crying again, when they reach here and see a new page in blank... ;)<br />OK, as I was saying, today it's the first day of the World Cup and, even if I'm not what you might call a crazy football/soccer fan, I do enjoy watching the World Cup... And I join the feeling of those millions of human beings all over the world that believe that World Cup days should be a three-week international holiday, in which no one should be allowed to do anything but drink, eat chips and sit in front of a TV, rooting for their favorite team...<br />"C'mon!!! Are you in your right mind???" - some of you might say. No!, nope fellows, I am not!... Sorry, Yes, I am. That's what I meant. ??? These are the words of a wise man you are reading... Ok, maybe not a wise man, but not a dumbass either... Ok, I'll settle for a dumbass too, as long as you are not planning on spitting on me or throwing juicy coloured fruits, while mocking at me (still, if you feel like pursuing this latter, I'd appreciate it if you chose soft fruits and not hardshell things like coconuts or spiky fruits like lychies...)...<br />As I was saying... What was I saying???? Ok, I think I remembered... The World Cup... Yes, the World Cup... This competition, believe it or not, it's not rubbish or anything like... I truly believe it is probably the only worldwide sport competition that - unless you reside in the US or Canada - really keeps the world holding his breath... I've been lucky enough to contemplate development of this competition in different countries and people, well, at least guys, really live in another planet while the World Cup games are being held... This said, I do think it is definitely too the best moment in which a woman can ask anything to her mate, boyfriend, husband, etc, etc... Anything you ask, girls, you'll get it, if you ask for it while your man is watching a football/soccer match - and I mean any match, because one good thing about the World Cup - that not even the Olympics, and much less any other international sport event - have, it's that boys like watching every single game, not matter what the quality of the team or their sport history... Somehow, it's really weird... One way or another, we know that the World Cup is most probably gonna be won by one by either teams like Brazil, Germany, Italy or Argentina, but even if you have the chance to see a game like, let's say US v/s Canada, boys are still gonna see it and, not matter how improbable, even enjoy it... So girls, this is your chance... Ask your boys for a new dress and they will say "yeah, yeah, now move and let me see the game"... Ask your boys for the keys of his new car and you´ll hear the "yeah, yeah" again... Ask your boy for marriage, if you've meaning to, but he doesn't seem to catch your thoughts, and I'm sure that he´ll say "yeah, yeah"... It is a proven, scientific fact, that guys have no brains while the World Cup is being held, so go for it.<br /><br />This thing last only four weeks, so you better hurry.Mr Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11608807627370756192noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10891358.post-1147813988959930272006-05-17T00:13:00.000+03:002006-05-17T00:13:09.006+03:00Believe it or not...<strong>... I exist. </strong><br /><strong>Yes, I exist. </strong><br /><strong>Life is keeping apart from this site, but I will not give up. </strong><br /><strong>Trust me...</strong><br /><strong>I shall return!!!!</strong><br /><br />- and of course it wouldn't hurt either if you spammed my boss's mail with requests for more free time and, why not, even a raise... ;)<br /><br />(working like a pig, but happy, so don't worry...<br />Now that I think of, how hard can a pig really work???)<br /><br />BESOS MUCHOS PEOPLE!!!Mr Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11608807627370756192noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10891358.post-1145827404390714332006-04-24T00:23:00.000+03:002006-04-24T00:25:25.020+03:00AARRRRRRGGGH!!!<strong>Believe me, I DO HATE not having enough time to drop by more often!!!<br />MISS YOU ALL! :(</strong><br /><br /><em>Creánme, ODIO no tener suficiente tiempo para pasar por aquí más a menudo!!!</em><br /><em>LOS ECHO DE MENOS!!!</em> :(<br /><br /><br /><br /><strong>THAT SAID, HAVE A GREAT WEEK! :)</strong><br /><em>ESO DICHO, QUE TENGAN UNA GRAN SEMANA! :)</em>Mr Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11608807627370756192noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10891358.post-1144606765013764502006-04-09T18:33:00.000+03:002006-04-09T21:31:58.466+03:00Yuhuu!! anyone there???<span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#99ffff;">This is where I'll be working the days ships arrive...</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;">Aquí estaré trabajando los días que lleguen barcos...</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"></span><br /><a href="http://www.apb.es/en/SERVICES/Pictures_Gallery/files/01-Moll_Adossat.jpg"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><img style="WIDTH: 367px; CURSOR: hand" height="264" alt="" src="http://www.apb.es/en/SERVICES/Pictures_Gallery/files/01-Moll_Adossat.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"> </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#99ffff;">And here (that round looking building right in the middle) is where I've been laying my cute working ass, these pre-season days...</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#ffffcc;">Y aquí (ese edificio redondeado justo en el medio) es dónde he estado reposando my simpático y trabajador trasero, estos días de pre-temporada...</span><br /></span></span><a href="http://familie-greve.de/albums/barcelona/hafen.jpg"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><img style="WIDTH: 383px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 252px" height="213" alt="" src="http://familie-greve.de/albums/barcelona/hafen.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:130%;"> </span></span><br /><p><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:130%;"> </p><br /><span style="color:#99ffff;">More or less, this is one of the city views you'd see from my office.</span></span></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;">Más o menos, esta es una de las vistas de la ciudad que verían desde mi oficina.</span><br /><br /><a href="http://nk.oulu.fi/enorssi/gallery1.5/albumit/Barcelona/maremagnum.jpg"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><img style="WIDTH: 392px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 269px" height="213" alt="" src="http://nk.oulu.fi/enorssi/gallery1.5/albumit/Barcelona/maremagnum.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#99ffff;">My first week at my new job is over. It's been lots of work. Along with another colleague, we need to set up and conduct interviews for almost 100 people, within two weeks. Aside, we also have to prepare a new training course that we'll conduct on the first week of May. Schedule will be tight. But the environment at the office is great and I'm really enjoying the process. Do not worry if you don't see me around much these days. You know where I'll be and what I'll be doing... :)</span></span></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;">Mi primera semana de trabajo nuevo llegó a su fin. Ha sido un montón de trabajo. Junto a otro colega, necesitamos organizar y realizar entrevistas para casi 100 personas, en un plazo de dos semanas. Aparte, también tenemos que preparar un nuevo curso de formación que llevaremos a cabo la primera semana de Mayo. El calendario se nos harán un poco justo. Pero el ambiente en la oficina es muy bueno y, realmente, estoy disfrutando el proceso. No se preocupen si no me ven mucho por aquí estos días. Ya saben dónde estaré y que estaré haciendo.</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><br /><br /><br /></span></span></span><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"></span>Mr Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11608807627370756192noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10891358.post-1143816245412984562006-03-31T17:44:00.000+03:002006-03-31T17:44:05.530+03:00Vivito y coleando...Howdy there! No, I have not stopped blogging! (for those of you who didn't read the small letter in my previous post)<br />If I've not been around these last few days it's because this will be my last free week before I start working and I've been way too busy... HAVING A GREAT TIME!!!<br />Most of my friends knew I'd be free this week, so the days have past pretty much answering the "hey, man, whatcha doing tonight?" sort of calls and going out almost every day to enjoy these first days & nights of Spring... I've drunk significantly (some would say excessively, not me ;) ... I've danced my ass off... I've attended two concerts (speed metal and flamenco fusion - go figure my preferences.. :P) and I've even had time to get up relatively early more and do the lazy lizard bit, enjoying a few bears, happily sitting on a terrace, with the sun hitting my face... And I'm going out tonight and tomorrow night too, so, most probably, you won't be seen my face until next week.<br />I've also had time to play <strong><em>Chef</em></strong> at home and Mrs G is already getting sad, because she knows that starting next week I won't be there at midday to spoil her with delicious home made food.<br />Last, but not least, I went to see my office on Wednesday morning for the first time and it is <em>FUCKING beautiful! </em>All windows everywhere, sun coming in by truck loads and the most amazing view over Barcelona's port. I LOVE IT; LOVE IT; LOVE IT!!!<br />Did I tell you I've been enjoyinf myself??? ;)<br /><br />HAVE A GREAT WEEKEND...<br />and hope to see you all soon again.<br />:)Mr Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11608807627370756192noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10891358.post-1143419009684554622006-03-27T03:16:00.000+03:002006-03-27T03:30:12.403+03:00Goodbye / Adios...<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#c0c0c0;">All things must come to an end. That’s a fact.<br /><span style="color:#99ff99;"><em>Todas las cosas deben llegar a un final. Es un hecho.</em></span><br /><br />No matter how many good moments, how many new experiences or how many good friends one leaves behind, all things must pass.<br /><span style="color:#99ff99;"><em>Sin importar cuántos buenos momentos, cuántas nuevas experiencias o cuántos buenos amigos uno deja detrás, todas las cosas deben pasar.</em><br /></span><br />There is a moment and place for everything.<br /><span style="color:#99ff99;"><em>Existe un momento y un lugar para cada cosa.</em></span><br /><br />And also a moment in which we must move on.<br /><em><span style="color:#99ff99;">Y también un momento en el que debemos avanzar.</span></em><br /><br />Yes, I know there will be things I’ll miss…<br /><em><span style="color:#99ff99;">Sí, sé que habrá cosas que extra?aré…</span></em><br /><br />… but a man cannot be a prisoner to his memories.<br /><span style="color:#99ff99;"><em>… pero un hombre no puede ser prisionero de sus recuerdos.</em></span><br /><br />It is now my time to go…<br /><em><span style="color:#99ff99;">Es mi hora de marchar…</span></em><br /><br />And try a new road.<br /><span style="color:#99ff99;"><em>Y probar un nuevo camino.</em></span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">THIS WILL BE MY LAST POST…</span><br /><span style="color:#ff9900;">ESTE SERÁ MI ULTIMO POST…</span> </strong><br /></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">(… from my old job’s office… Starting April 1st, I’ll have a brand new desk on an office overlooking the Mediterranean, woohoo!!)</span><br /><span style="color:#99ff99;">(… desde la oficina de mi viejo trabajo… A partir del 1 de abril, tendré un nuevo escritorio en una oficina con vistas al Mediterraneo, yupiii!!!)</span><br /><br /></span></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#c0c0c0;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><strong><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#66cccc;">Dedicated to the memory of all those wonderful guys & gals I’ve been working with, for almost two years, and who don’t even know this blog exists.</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#33ffff;">Dedicado a la memoria de todos aquellos chicos & chicas maravillosos con los que he trabajado, por casi dos a?os, y que ni siquiera tienen idea de la existencia de este blog.</span></span></strong></span><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#33ffff;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#33ffff;"></span></strong><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"><strong>GOTCHA???</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"><strong>;)</strong></span>Mr Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11608807627370756192noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10891358.post-1143007109166897582006-03-22T07:53:00.000+02:002006-03-24T04:27:57.326+02:00<span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><strong><span style="color:#ffff99;">Algunos dicen que estoy contigo, pero no es cierto.</span></strong><br /></span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><span style="color:#ccffff;"><em>Some say I’m with you, but it’s not real.</em></span><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffff99;">Es improbable.</span></strong><br /></span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><span style="color:#99ffff;"><em>It’s improbable.</em></span><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffff99;">Y faltaría a la verdad…</span></strong><br /><em><span style="color:#99ffff;">And it wouldn’t honor the truth...</span><br /></em><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffff99;">Aunque tampoco podría decir que están mintiendo.</span></strong><br /></span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><span style="color:#99ffff;"><em>Though I couldn’t say they are lying either.<br /></em></span><br /><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffff99;">Es un buen día para olvidar…</span></strong><br /></span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><span style="color:#99ffff;"><em>It’s a good day to forget…</em></span><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffff99;">Incluso, si no hay nada digno de olvido.</span></strong><br /></span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><span style="color:#99ffff;"><em>Even, if there is nothing worth forgetting.</em></span><br /><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffff99;">Es un día como cualquier otro…</span></strong><br /></span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><span style="color:#99ffff;"><em>It’s a day like any other…</em></span><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffff99;">Pero un día como cualquier otro, al fin y al cabo, es siempre un día distinto.</span></strong><br /></span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em><span style="color:#99ffff;">But a day like any other, one way or another, it’s always a day that it’s different.</span><br /></em><br /><br /><span style="color:#ffff99;"><strong>Te recuerdo.</strong><br /></span></span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><span style="color:#99ffff;"><em>I remember you.</em></span><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffff99;">Y al recordarte, recuerdo de golpe cada momento.</span></strong><br /></span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em><span style="color:#99ffff;">And when I do, I remember at once every single moment.</span><br /></em><span style="color:#ffff99;"><strong>Los tuyos. Los míos. Los nuestros.</strong><br /></span></span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><span style="color:#99ffff;"><em>Yours. Mine. Ours.</em></span><br /><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffff99;">Y, evidentemente, (<span style="color:#ff0000;">sobre todo</span>) los que no nos pertenecieron.</span></strong><br /></span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em><span style="color:#99ffff;">And, evidently, (<span style="color:#ff0000;">above them all</span>) those that didn't belong us.</span><br /></em><br /><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffff99;">La nicotina raspa mi garganta, pero nunca duele.</span></strong><br /></span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><span style="color:#99ffff;"><em>Nicotine scrapes my throat, but it never hurts.</em></span><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffff99;">Compartimos el humo, compartimos la esencia...</span></strong><br /></span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><span style="color:#99ffff;"><em>We share the smoke, we share the essence…</em><br /></span><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffff99;">Y no puedo evitar preguntarte…</span></strong><br /></span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><span style="color:#99ffff;"><em>And I can’t help asking you…</em></span><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffff99;">?Por qué el sabor del tabaco es tan diferente en la boca de cada mujer?</span></strong><br /></span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><span style="color:#99ffff;"><em>Why is the taste of tobacco so different in the lips of every woman?</em></span><br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#ffff99;"><strong>Solo, con mi copa, me siento en la barra.</strong><br /></span></span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em><span style="color:#99ffff;">Alone, with my drink, I sit at the bar.</span><br /></em><span style="color:#ffff99;"><strong>Y me acompa?an fantasmas que brindan felices, en cada taburete.</strong><br /></span></span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><span style="color:#99ffff;"><em>In the company of ghosts who raise their toasts happily, in each of the stools.</em></span><br /><span style="color:#ffff99;"><strong>Por ti y por mí.</strong><br /></span><span style="color:#99ffff;"><em>To you and me.</em></span><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffff99;">Por nosotros.</span></strong><br /></span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em><span style="color:#99ffff;">To us.</span><br /></em><span style="color:#ffff99;"><strong>?Quién sabe por quien?</strong><br /></span></span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em><span style="color:#99ffff;">Who knows to whom?</span><br /></em><br /><br /><span style="color:#ffff99;"><strong>Siempre es bueno tener amigos a tu lado con un par de copas...</strong><br /></span></span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><span style="color:#99ffff;"><em>It’s always good to have friends on your side with a couple of drinks…</em></span><br /><br /><span style="color:#ffff99;"><strong>Incluso, cuándo no existen...</strong><br /></span></span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em><span style="color:#99ffff;">Even, when they don’t exist…</span><br /></em><strong><span style="color:#ffff99;">O no son capaces de beber.</span></strong><br /><span style="color:#99ffff;"><em>Or they are not able to drink.</em></span></span></span>Mr Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11608807627370756192noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10891358.post-1142399907718807862006-03-15T07:18:00.000+02:002006-03-15T07:18:27.803+02:00Time-out...<span style="color:#66ffff;"><strong>Temporarily out of service due to relatives visiting Barcelona. Hope to catch up in a week or so...</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#66ffff;"><strong>Have a nice week and thanks for visiting.</strong></span><br /><strong></strong><br /><span style="color:#ffff33;"><strong>Temporalmente fuera de servicio debido a visita de familiares en Barcelona. Espero ponerme al día en una semana, mas o menos...</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#ffff33;"><strong>Que tengas una buena semana y gracias por la visita.</strong></span>Mr Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11608807627370756192noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10891358.post-1142191022897735702006-03-12T21:15:00.000+02:002006-03-12T21:35:54.873+02:00The day I forgot how to speak english...<span style="color:#ffcccc;">The morning of March 11th, 2004, Spain woke up with the tragic news of a series of bomb attacks over the train system that links Madrid with its surroundings. It was a hit right on the heart of the Spanish capital… And right on the heart of Spanish society. In just a few minutes, around 8:00 am, almost 200 people died and over 1500 were injured. It was, of course, unexpected and awfully traumatizing.<br /><br />That morning, I woke up early and, as I usually do if so, I turned on the news. Half an hour later there was this breaking news report informing about an attack on Madrid commuter’s trains. Not knowing about victims or the brutality of the attack yet, it didn’t take me two seconds to exclaim “motherfuckers!!!”, immediately assuming that the Basque terrorist band ETA would be responsible for it. Something that, being Spain a country where Basque terrorism has been active for three decades (with almost 900 people dead as a result) probably millions of Spaniards thought exactly at the same time.<br /><br />A few short hours after the attacks, the first official press release came out and the official spokesman for President Jose Maria Aznar government made it clear that they thought ETA terrorists were behind the bombings. People believed him. And considering the tragedy that Madrid was enduring, right at that very moment, I don’t think anyone would have suspected the government was not telling the truth. But…<br /><br />As the day developed, new reports and TV crews started to depict a massacre that surpassed anybody’s imagination… and that it didn’t fit at all with ETA terrorist methods. Mostly reduced throughout the years to minor intensity bomb explosions and selective murder of politicians, police officials or opposing figures to Basque nationalism, the increasing number of victims and the brutality of the train attacks in Madrid soon started to look like too big a job for ETA’s hands (both in terms of intentions and capabilities). But a second official press conference took place that afternoon and the government did not hesitate in reaffirming his previous position: According to the facts they had, ETA was the number one suspect of the crime and the prior line of investigation.<br /><br />That same afternoon, however, after two official declarations had charged suspicions on ETA, one nationwide radio station had the guts to break the silence about responsibilities most media had fallen into (in honest respect for such a painful tragedy and the investigation, in most cases, I believe) and aired a report saying that police forces were not precisely trailing ETA, but clues that most definitely confirmed the action of Islamist terrorists. This aired on the afternoon and I believe was just as shocking as the attacks themselves. Could the government be really hiding information? Were Spaniards being told the truth? What the hell was really happening on one of the most painful days in the history of Spain?<br /><br />With elections two days ahead, on March 14, the nature of attacks being attributed to ETA or Islamist terrorists meant a whole different thing, at that moment. Being in government and with polls slightly on his favour, Jose Maria Aznar’s Popular Party (right-wing) had been heading for what most people considered a sure re-election… until those bombs exploded in Madrid. If ETA was to blame, that would have most probably secured his re-election or, at least, not played against his intentions. But if the attack was the work of an Al-Qaeda cell or Islamist related, that meant a lot trouble for Jose Maria Aznar and the Popular Party’s campaign. The strongest supporter of George W. Bush’s policy on Iraq, after Tony Blair, Aznar has decided to back up the invasion of Iraq with over 90% percent of Spanish society fiercely opposing his decision. So if those bombs in Madrid came out to be the work of Islamist terrorism, with only two days of campaign left, the road towards re-election would have, indeed, become a lot, lot more complicated.<br /><br />As night approached on the day of the attacks, masses of people started to crowd the streets of most Spanish cities to protest with a simple cry: <em><span style="color:#ffff33;">“?Quién ha sido?”</span></em> (Who did it?). You could see the pain in every single face. Deep pain caused by the brutal murder of those innocent people in Madrid and a raging pain derived from seeing the essence of democracy stumble right in front of you. History proved not only that the whole world knew of the true nature of the attacks that same day (long before Spanish society could see it confirmed on their own media), but also that Jose Maria Aznar government insisted on blaming ETA almost for almost two days after the attacks and even when police investigation was confirming all the contrary. It was (and it is) one of the most despicable examples of people manipulation ever seen on a democratic society (not as much for the idea of politics manipulation itself, of course, but for the repulsive and unbelievable attempt to try something like that in such a delicate moment). Two days later, obviously, Jose Maria Aznar lost the elections.<br /><br />During manifestations that same night, an American tourist approached me and asked me what was going on. I babbled a couple of words and then I just couldn’t go on. Of course, I felt horribly sad by the attacks. But I was even more pissed off and shocked by the government’s response… And I had not realized how desolated I felt until I went language blind and I just couldn’t link two sentences together in English.<br /><br />I remember I did not shed any tears. But I’m sure I was crying.</span>Mr Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11608807627370756192noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10891358.post-1141881212011395442006-03-09T07:11:00.000+02:002006-03-09T07:51:26.650+02:00Every Direction...<span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff66;">(for any blogger's links, check on my blogroll, right there on the side...)</span><br /><br />As this post will jump here, there and everywhere, I might as well use a decent post title and, at the same time, render a tribute to That Girl’s site "Every Direction". She is cool, she doesn’t like to freeze in the snow and I really like her blog, so I see no reason either why I couldn’t honor her with a warm tribute-in-title today. That said, I’ll now move on to another business...<br /><br />I never really knew who really killed Laura Palmer… and truly I never really cared either. There is a TV channel re-running Twin Peaks, long past midnight, and I’ve been trying to watch it to see what is it that drove people so crazy when this show first aired on TV and… so far, I still don’t get it. And I like mysteries and detectives flicks, but…<br /><br />The above said, I must also state here that I never really liked REM and I still don’t. The strange thing is that I can hear them with an objective mind and even recognize all the innovations and contributions they’ve made within their musical gender, but I still don’t like them. I think there is a case of bad chemistry associated with this and I sure as hell don’t know why…<br /><br />Both previous paragraphs written, I now clarify that this is important information. I’ve often been given some serious menacing looks when I state either of the two things above and I would like to avoid disappointments in case my autobiography ever comes out in the market. No, I didn’t (nor wanted to) watch Twin Peaks! and no, I don’t like REM!. This sorted out, when time comes for you to read the recollection of my life, I do not want to hear any “What??!! You didn’t like Twin Peaks! You motherf***!!”<br /><br />Biographically speaking, I’ve often commented to Mrs. G that I’m almost 35 and maybe I should write my own bio-book by now, but she usually looks at me in a strange way and just says “Yeah boy. Go ahead. Do it. And write all about your interesting life” with that tone in her voice that I (call me susceptible) feel is more appropriate for getting rid of pestering, little kids… I often tell her too that she should pay more attention to anything I say, because I have these moments when lots of ideas come out of my head and I’m sure more than one of them is probably a genius-like revelation that could make us rich and famous, but she usually looks at me in a strange way again and just says “Yes, maybe I should” with that same tone I just described two lines above and, BANG!, there she brings me down again … I’ve read that genius dudes pop out ideas out of their heads like water out of a crazy sprinkler, so who says I cannot become one if I keep dumping garbage out from my brain all the time???!!! (well, Mrs G is one who says no…)… About the bio-book, well, I’ve got a life, don’t I?!! And I’m sure there is a zillion things I’ve been through that people would just kill to read about! (“Yeah boy, bla, bla, bla…”)<br /><br />These latter clarified, I now inform you that my mom called me yesterday and told me what a great time they all just had at Disney, last week. This was sort of a family reunion where all the penguins of my family (except for this penguin writing here) got together, so my beautiful mom kept me over an hour on the phone, giving me that careful and detailed story of adventures that all Grandmas let out when they talk about their grandchildren. I will not reproduce that “delicious” summary here, as I feel a lot of respect for all of you and, yes, I do want you to keep visiting this site. Truly important here is the fact that they had a great time and I KNOW, FOR SURE, that is undoubtedly due to the fact that Disney is within the realms of the Peanut Kingdom that our beloved Peanut Queen runs so smoothly. Majestad, thankyouverymuch and mil besos desde aquí!.<br /><br />Speaking of penguins, it is also my duty here to grant the proper recognition to Brian (from the blog The State I'm In) for providing the right answer to the question posted on my previous post. Yes, dude, you rule! That penguin on my profile is called Opus and he was one of the main characters of the Bloom County comic strips, back in the eighties (he later reappeared on a strip called Outland and, if my fonts are not lying to me, he has made a new return to Sunday comics on a strip titled after him, which only runs on a few selected newspapers throughout The States). Na?ve, existentialist and good-willed, Opus was created by cartoonist Berkeley Breathed, back in a lucky time when you could open Sunday strips on the US and read on the same page masterpieces such as Gary Larson’s The Far Side, Bill Waterson’s Calvin and Hobbes and Gary Trudeau’s Doonesbury. A glorious (and intelligent) moment in the history of American newspaper strips that I often doubt it will ever repeat…<br /><br />Well, seeing that I’ve mentioned two fellow bloggers in the last two paragraphs and another one in the starting lines of this text, I might as well keep on with it and dedicate a few words of farewell to our friend Happy and Blue2. If you’ve ever been to HB2’s site you know perfectly well then how much he will be missed. If you’ve never been there, well, you’ve still got his archives and (believe me) they are really worth reading. His departure from the blogosphere is certainly gloomy news, but I cannot do anything but wish him all the best in whatever he’s up to now (probably running deer with his bike or something like that…). We’ll miss you Happy. Best of lucks and Take care!<br /><br />On the other hand… well, nothing on the other hand really… I’ve just got to put like a hundred stamps on some envelopes and, scientifically speaking, we could say I’m neglecting my duties…<br /><br />We’ll catch up with conversation some other time! HAVE A NICE DAY!!!<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9966;">(reading around, I’ve seen there seems to be some turbulent waters in some corners of the blogosphere. A special kiss to all of you who are going through some rough moments. Hang on!. It’ll soon be over. I’m sure!) ;)</span>Mr Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11608807627370756192noreply@blogger.com11