… at this point why not just buy a car?
I remember reading lately about how some wine experts couldn’t tell the difference between white and red wine during a blind tasting. Not sure if that’s true, but colour does influence how we taste things. Take this blue chardonnay by Marqués de Alcantara. The other day a barman in Jerez was very insistent about me trying it, so what the heck, I gave it a go. But although it actually tasted okay I decided I didn’t want to drink a whole glass of it. Somehow the colour and taste just didn’t go together in my mind. Weird, eh?
Today I went to renew my residency card, which included getting a fingerprint taken, and the woman at the immigration office couldn’t get the machine to “accept” my print. She said they were very faint. It was then I remembered hearing something about this while I was on chemo, that taking Xeloda could actually wipe out your fingerprints, as happened to this guy. After quite a few tries with both thumbs and a couple of fingers the machine finally gave a little “ping” and I was okay. I was beginning to worry, wondering what would happen if they couldn’t get an acceptable print. So that was a relief. Also a good thing I never tried using the fingerprint ID option on my new iPhone…
Leave it to me to get a craving for salads as soon as the temperatures plummet (and it starts snowing on my blog!). But this past week or so, for no reason I can fathom, I am suddenly craving lots of crisp leafy greens with grated carrot, sliced onion and some chunks of high-quality preserved tuna (bonito). And when I say crave I mean that once lunchtime starts approaching I can almost feel the crunch of carrot and lettuce and taste the extra virgin olive oil with balsamic vinegar.
What the heck. I’m not going to question this. Of course it might be even healthier (or at least more slimmifying) if I didn’t accompany my salady lunch with a big chunk of pan gallego, but I’m guessing that having this fabulous bread option is what got me interested in salads again. Because really, what goes better with nice crusty bread, no matter what the weather is like? So I reckon I am now getting about 3 a day at lunch.
What’s your favourite way of getting enough veg in your diet?
It’s not every morning you pass a guy in the street with a hooded raptor perched on his arm (to be honest, it had never happened before today). And so of course I had to stop and ask him what he was doing there with such a splendid bird. Turns out they were both working! They were just below the Metropol Parasol (aka The Mushrooms) and apparently José Manuel lets the beautiful Lupi loose on a regular basis to swoop around the Parasols and return to her perch, thereby keeping pigeons from roosting. Amazing! When you think about it, the Parasols would make a great pigeon hang-out and yet there are never any there. Thanks to Lupi and José Manuel.
It was only afterwards that I realised I had more questions. Are there several pigeon prevention teams that work on shifts, or are a few hours a day with a hawk shadow passing over the structure enough to keep pigeons away? Does Lupi also hunt and kill or just maintain a menacing presence? And who the hell thought this up? I think it’s brilliant.
What’s the strangest thing you’ve seen today?
So this is part of some kind of promotion for a new BBC America series called Copper, which will feature some of 1864’s greatest rogues, and allows you to make your own mugshot in which your face morphs into a photo of a famous criminal of the day. Of course I used my mugshot of a passport photo for this, but I can’t decide if I was a con woman, thief or prostitute. Or something else? What do you think?
Why not make your own? G´wan, you know you want to…
On Saturday afternoon while out on my tapas tour with Rachel (now aka @JaenTapas) we spotted the shoes on the right dangling up there and I stopped to take a photo of this curious sight. I put the pic up on Twitter when I got home and probably would have forgotten all about it, except that two days later (yesterday) I spotted another pair of shoes up in the air which seemed, well, weird. So I also put that on Twitter and got a few responses including one from Baron Grim who left a Wikipedia link about shoe flinging which also mentioned “shoefiti”. Seriously – shoefiti?
Have you ever seen this before?
So remember a couple of weeks ago when I told you I had a stalker? And then Raincoaster set me straight and informed me that the person who has been following me around and posting comments all over my blog – after telling me they were fed up with me and wanted nothing more to do with me – was in fact a troll and not a stalker? Well, I thought that my post and the following comments would have been enough to let this person know in no uncertain terms that their comments were not welcome (even though I had previously emailed them to let them know this), and for awhile I thought they had taken the not-so-subtle hint.
But it turns out this person is either very thick or is so obsessed in their dislike for me that they just cannot go away and leave me alone. Because their latest trollish trick is to now start replying directly to my comments on other people’s blogs … yes, that’s right. Sometimes the comments are of a gushing and fawning nature, and other times they are direct jabs that are offensive in the extreme. But mostly they are “look at me” comments letting me know that this person is still obsessed with following me.
Make no mistake. These are not just comments made on the same blogs we both frequent. As I said before,we have many mutual blog friends. No, these are direct replies to my own comments on mutual friends’ blogs. How fucked up is that? And yes, I can mostly ignore it, especially the silly gushy stuff intended – one supposes – to make this person look good. But as for the grossly crass comments… I will ask the blog owners to please remove them.
I was recently told by this person that I was holding a grudge. Nothing could be farther from the truth. I don’t even think about this person until they show up – yet again, and again – in a very inappropriate manner. They wanted nothing more to do with me and I complied. No grudge going on there as far as I can see…
And so from me to you – please just piss off already.
You are being pathetically annoying.