Personally, I like how her eyes follow you wherever you are… Or maybe I’m imagining things…
I’m experiencing the beginnings of a cold. I’m blasting it into touch with a well-thought out combination of zinc cough sweet things, chicken pozole with lots of lime juice, gargling with tequila and cutting down on the 10 mile walks…
Now I’m off to find the Tapatian Scrabble Association in Cafe Azteca and see if they’ll let rank amateurs join in.
Everyone else is doing it, so I thought I’d join in, here’s wordle.net’s word cloud of the last 10 posts or so… Atticus figures largely…
In other news, Somerset police have started sharing their best 999 calls with youtube. I’m torn for favourites, but it’s either “I’m not bein’ funny but… There’s a squirrel with no hazelnut trees” or “My wife’s left me two salmon sandwiches”. If this kind of minor internet celebrity doesn’t get them more prank calls I don’t know what will.
Gives the Welsh bloke inquiring about the bright white thing in the sky a run for his money mind.
Last night I went cantina hopping with Jose, his sister and a couple of other peeps, it was grand to be out of the house again after what seems like an age. La Fuente first, which was packed. It’s going through a fair few changes. It’s one of Guadalajara’s oldest cantinas but recently it’s been refurbished, expanded and now features art exhibitions and several plasma flatscreen TVs which really don’t help the ambience. There’s a bike above the bar that someone left in 1947 or thereabouts saying they could keep it until he came back to pay his tab. Needless to say he never returned. Anyroad, it was missing last night with a plaque saying it’s been leant to an exhibition on collectibles in the Casa de Cultura. Once they replace the live musicians with a video jukebox we’ll know it’s all over… Anyroad, after there on to El Rincón de la Doa in Calle Heroes, not far from the Coliseo (The lucha libre arena). Much more sedate… We were there till around 1:30 then headed to Los Famosos Equipales where I got involved in a very strange argument about bullfighting.
Strange because I completely agreed with the bloke arguing with me. My every other word was, “exactly”, or “I completely agree”, or “you’re totally right” but it seemed like after years of arguing bullfighting ethics with foreigners he didn’t believe anyone who wasn’t Spanish or Mexican could possibly be in favour of it. I’ve never been to a corrido de toros which is pretty odd considering my lifelong obsession with all things hispano. When I was vegetarian for 3 years I was passionately against it but once you’re an omnivorous, leather-wearing, animal-tested-medicine-taking co-conspirator you’ve not got a leg to stand on. It’s all about using animals for non-essential human ends, and in for a penny, in for a pound reckons I. Bullfight bulls certainly have a better quality of life than your average dairy cow or battery hen. And on their last day alive at least they have a chance to get even in front of a paying audience rather than being transported across the county in a small box, shot up with antibiotics, shuffling into an abbatoir and having a bolt put through their brain…
Today if all goes according to plan, off to the Tianguis Cultural downtown, then watching native Guadalajaran, Guillermo del Toro (coincidentally enough)’s new film El Laberinto del Fauno (Pan’s Labyrinth) which has been getting impressive reviews.
Yep the 3:17 vowel-consonant ratio means it´s Saint David’s Day again. Have some daffs from the garden.
So I can play my “favourite” game of trying to find a decent program to watch before I finish my sandwich…
Having a grand old time of it with Monica and Sunny D. Events so far have included house-hunting, a couple of parties, Colomnos park, markets, dinner parties, computer repairs, and DVDs aplenty (see Film Reviews).
I’m trying to fall back into some kind of routine which should include more regular blogging, but what with 3am cockroach scares and stuff things are still settling down.
Mexican Spanish word of the week: Tope – A road bump/ sleeping policeman thing. Ubiquitous in this particular part of North America. In Spain they’re Guardias tumbados I think, or sleeping (Civil) Guards
Just working out how to change the name servers for AgaveWeb.com then I´ll be up and running again and posting like never before…
In the meantime, Laura from Flickr was kind enough to write this brief hagiography for my profile:
playabalandra74 dice:
“Definición de Gwyn: Un Inglés tapatío con estomago de acero que resiste tacos, tortas ahogadas y demás antojitos mexicanos, afinicionado fiel a las luchas y magnifico fotógrafo del paisaje rural de Jalisco.
Gracias por mostrarnos lo nuestro desde tu muy particular punto de vista atravéz de tus fotos :D”
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jealous…don’t forget your camera.