So the camera in my Zire 72 isn’t perfect, but it’s not bad. here’s a couple of shots. One, as promised earlier, of waiting in Trader Joe’s queue for the checkout. You’ll just about make out a lot of wine and After Eights. There’s no flash, but the second picture is beter: a view of the Bay Bridge from Treasure Island next to San Francisco where i ended up this morning by accident on the way to Berkeley.
Well the plan was to go to La Fuente cantina @ 8am (when the England vs Paraguay match starts over here), but I didn’t make it after a latish night sampling the wares of Sacromonte (new top 5 Guadalajara restaurant) and a few drinks at the bar opposite. i can’t remember its name, but its logo is the same as Enron’s (a slanted E) and finished off with Dr.Who (Cheap and cheerful cross between The Restaurant at the End of the Universe, The Matrix, The 5th Element and er, Dr. Who). A well nice evening all round. So I watched the match at home, good first half, dull second half… but we won… Then I spent an hour or so pestering people around the world on Skype and now I have to do stuff: Sort out the divine salon . com .mx website, source a Sopranos DVD set and a few other minor errands. Sita’s got the camera cos she’s off with her professor friend and a gaggle of reporters interviewing tequileros in the countryside. It’s harder to motivate myself to go out if I don’t have my camera on me, but I’ve got a few new podcasts to keep me busy. Found a great kareoke program too, more of which later. Comment if you’d like me to post my rendition of The Bangles’ Eternal Flame… Darlin’
Instead of full blown reviews, check out the ‘Consumed’ iFrame to the right (bottom IE users) in 10 minutes or so… Righty, a la chamba…
Tsk, it’s gonna cost you. You’ve got an oil-based full gloss paint in here, and to cover it you’re gonna need an interiour primer, along with acrylic rollers with extendible handles. Looks like the ceiling needs polyfilling too, and those blinds are gonna have to come down. 2 gallons of paint, no, got to be oil based, see?… Need a dolly to move that fridge.
No none of it, Sally and me made short work of painting the kitchen, and today it’s the bathroom and metal porch bits. No worries, for a few pix, click ye here.
So thanks to a translation I’m working on I’m up on the latest vocabulary for preventing electrostatic discharge (ESD) and also learnt that crocodile clips are Caimán clips round these parts… It’s the little differences…
in other news:
Due to the fact I’m working about 4 different jobs right now, blogging is going to be a little more sparse from now on. There’s more meetings than you can shake a stick at in my near future, so whilst relishing the chance to get to know the movers and shakers in the Santa Cruz non-profit world, I may be a tad too busy to publish pictures of me in pumpkin fields… but you never know… anyroad, just wanted to let “y’all” know about how life’s going round my way. There’ll definitely be pix of Judith and Carlos’s nuptials next weekend, Mariachi and all… Cheers, gwyn
Have a butcher’s at the comments, a phonetic alphabet based on (my favourite film evah, The Big Lebowski. D is for Dude etc.
This would be well handy to have as a poster or summink. I’m forever on the phone to TelMex spelling my name. G de Gacho, W de Whiskey, Y de Yelapa y N de Nihilista…
Cold’s almost gone, btw…
