23 Wednesday Sep 2009
The other day my friend Gaelen wrote a very thoughtful blog post called The Reluctant (Cancer) Warrior, and asked at the end of it…
Do you like the battle metaphors for cancer, the idea of being a cancer warrior? Do you see living with cancer as a war? What is the cancer metaphor that works for you?
And it came to me that the metaphor that works best for me is the Sword of Damocles. Just hanging there, you know? And you never know when it’s going to fall and take your life away…
22 Tuesday Sep 2009
Posted in food & drink, friends, photos, twitter
Well, me and Picasa.
I had no idea these options existed until someone tweeted about it the other day. I am definitely going to have a LOT of fun with these new toys. This collage is of a lunch with Sara & Steve last week at Becerrita, and of cocktails on the rooftop terrace at the EME hotel afterwards. You can see a couple more examples below…
20 Sunday Sep 2009
Posted in cancer, change, chemo, family, friends, hope, life stuff, philosophy, video
A moving – and very real – short film. Very well done.
16 Wednesday Sep 2009
Posted in food & drink, friends, holidays, morocco, restaurants, sevilla, spain
Ever since Susan & I went to Morocco in Febuary we have been all about the cous. Though attempts to find couscous as good as we had in Tangier after we got back proved fruitless. We’ve both even tried making it at home and sharing our experiences – as much as possible from across the pond. And so I’m sure she will be a wee bit envious when she sees the gorgeous Moroccan lunch (including couscous!) that Sara treated us to at As-Sawirah yesterday …
06 Sunday Sep 2009
Posted in food & drink, friends, home, life stuff, sevilla, spain
Saturday morning errands are one of my favourite things. And in the HEAT of summer (and yes, it is still summer and still HOT here) it is always best to get out early in order to get errands done. Which is what Nog & I attempted to do yesterday but then got waylaid by a neighbourhood scandal. Apparently someone in our very own building has been dropping their garbage from their balcony, and leaving it to lie where it may. Or so I was told. Upon further investigation – calling all tenants downstairs for an emergency meeting – it seemed that nobody was guilty. But by the time we all agreed to agree on this over an hour had passed and it was already HOT.
And so our Saturday errands (shown above) ended up something like this …
casa azahar 