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I’m expecting a take-down notice from Axl Roses’lawyers any second…
Click away for another vanity video of me mangling G’n’R’s Patience…
Too busy to post anything much right now, I’m in the middle of translating a document on “The creation of new cinematographic languages or the concept of ‘Filming the ineffable”” and it’s starting to do my head in… Nearly finished though…
Saturday’s geography lesson
Doubtless there are more elegant ways to present this info than copying and pasting graphs from wikipedia.
August has been pretty hot of late and I can’t work out how to use the sprinkler system in the garden but I’ve a feeling this won’t be an issue for long… Half our garden has weed cloth under the soil. I just made that name up, it’s an underground tarp to keep an area free of plants. So my plans for being self sufficient in spuds for the next year are somewhat hindered, however there’s an area between the trees on the right which I dug over and planted some veggie seeds which should thrive in these conditions even if I took a few liberties with the recommended spacing. I’m going to get a couple of tomato plants today and hope it’s not too late for ’em. Either way it’s all good ‘cos neither of us are big tomato eaters… Also, apparently you can grow spuds in a rubbish bin so there’s still hope for a vegetable I actually like to eat.
My underground corporate headquarters is coming together too. I finally got a scanner that works with Vista and Ubuntu so I don’t have to keep wandering off to fax things. I made a photo display wire and bulldog clip thing. Put my Guadalajara in 1943 street map poster up along with a few others. Made shelving from the splintered remains of Sita’s IKEA stuff. Without using any hexagonal screwdrivers.
And upstairs is looking good too. We cleaned last night before some friends came round but I didn’t do a video walk through, that’ll probably be the next thing I post. We had the Olympic Opening ceremony on in the background with occasional cheers for Mexico, Chile, Ireland, Thailand and Iceland (t’was a multicultural gathering). It was an impressive ceremony, and unless the UK can get together its own military dictatorship in the next four years I think London 2012 is going to be pretty anticlimactic after China’s effort. 2012 people eating chips in unison to the sound of Blur’s Parklife maybe?
Plans for today? Portland Saturday Market.
Guanatos: Día 3
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Breakfast in El Colibrí, once again molletes… They’re bread rolls cut in half with cheese and frijoles on ’em with the option of salsa mexicana and chorizo. José went for some kind of egg based thing as you can see. Then he went to work and I went to complete the orders received for artesania from Tlaquepaque.
You’ve two options if you’re after Mexican arts and crafts, one is go to Tonalá right on the outskirts of town where everything’s made and there’s lots of cheap shops selling less than perfect stuff, or Tlaquepaque which had its centre recently renovated and is awash with pricey boutiques. I went to t-paque because there’s a bit more to photograph, involves less walking, is slightly closer to the centre and also has a tequila shop where I knew I could get Sita’s 7 Leguas Blanco. I got some jewellery, and something that conformed to Monica’s request for “something metal you can put on the wall”.
I stopped by at la Mata Tinta, a cybercafe/restaurant run by a Scottish bloke (and his wife) who I met last year. He seemed to be thriving, getting the place ready for the forthcoming rainy season. I also took a taxi to the DIF (social security place) to catch up with a mate of mine from my photojournalism course. Nice to see him too and discover a different part of T-Paque, I couldn’t wander much because now it was getting to be the hottest part of the day and I was carrying me camera and lenses and awkwardly shaped wall hangings.
The taxi from Tonala to the centre took forever due to the construction of the Macrobus (or was it macrocamion) that’s causing delays all along the Calzada de Independencia built ready for the Panamerican Games in a few years time. Luckily the taxista had given me a price rather than have the metre running. I still got out of the taxi half a mile before my destination partly because of the heat, partly the traffic, but mainly because he’d started telling me jokes to pass the time… (¿Cuántos chinos hay en China? Ninguno, ¡puros lacios! Don’t even ask for a translation…)
So I checked to see if Anel and Claus were about at Amour Fou, sure enough they were. AF has now closed business but it’s still as hospitable as ever. We went for a swift pint in La Cava and then the plan was to head out to the middle of nowhere to see Aldo’s band plays some covers at the offices of Hewlett Packard, instead everyone’s plans changed and we met up with Jose, Javier, Hugo and co at Los Famosos Equipales and after that to a nearby fiesta on a roof.
And thus was last Friday. Good times. I’m having issues with uploading to Flickr with tags and suchlike, but here’s some of the set of Dia 3.
Sita’s birthday dinner last night was great btw. Shall put a few photos up soon. Thanks for the wellwishing
More learn a 2nd language propaganda
Somehow I fell asleep at 8.30pm last night and woke up at the crack of dawn today. I feel vaguely like I’ve stumbled off a transatlantic flight. Anyroad, plans for today: get the Flickr t-shirt into production (a fellow FlickeRo recommended a quality place for around US$15 a shirt), some translation, take M & D to the airport, see Atlas play someone or other in the football stadium with Sita and the Amour Fou crowd and probably a siesta… Not necessarily in that order.
Oh, and Tony Blair’s bowing out? About time too…