Global warming is a reality in Gracia, where the guy at Bar Musical Zimbabwe has included a sun setting behind a desert island (I always thought Zimbabwe was land-locked) on his storefront sign. Despite claims to the contrary, Zimbabwean “traditional” music styles are just as un-proto-democratic as is the Ampurdan dance, the sardana. However, like…
In a surreal exchange, mediated by Carlos Ferrero Martín and Margaret Marks, and with the usual machine googleation, “in declarations conducted in Majorca days ago, our minister of Culture, Bald Carmen, pronounced the following phrase: ‘Before cook I was fraila’.” Whereupon the journalist said, ‘Bis bald, Carmen,’ but was severely beaten by the Balearic pun…
I’m currently putting together an e-commerce site for some people here who want to sell their products abroad. Since I haven’t yet found my next fixed address, this means writing PHP in internet/phone shops. Yesterday I was in a Punjabi one in the Raval when there was a sudden bout of frenzied rustling from behind…
Price estimates had dropped so rapidly following recent news that the accountants figured it would be cheaper just to keep him locked up in the town hall until the next elections. 11,000 lots are up for sale–mostly office attributes–but I’m going to be bidding for the Flatiron Building, in which I plan to house my…
In an update, even more Pelorus boato-photos here. This is getting ridiculous, because there’s a rumour going round that the guy may be going to use Le Grand Bleu (354′) as a frigging supply vessel for the Pelorus (377′). The latter is apparently now heading back to Monte Carlo, which will cheer up Shirley Bassey…
