As is well known in much of the blogosphere, MBO has been five weeks sabbatical in NYC, and returned just two. He wrote a travelogue stunning flips I think every so often to check that there was a dream. I sleep through it: it is quite unlikely to enjoy anything so sensational in my life. "Things are as they are ' that I say on a certain subject ( Mirror: get out our MySpace if they want to hear).
Meanwhile, I walked many days such thirty two pumps to administer the hormone (UPFM and UPFM) and the complementary element 'adult' (UPMM) without much disgrace to the dignity of Domus Hansis. It will be difficult, what the hell, very hard not to dream of the three syllables of the word sixteen. I left the odd day with old friends, I saw a concert and got interest-Michel and I get for being accurate, replacing Javier and Christian, drummer and bassist Modes, defective by reason of other projects. Were replaced, respectively, by Jose (sic : no lack of accent) and Manu, the latter left us hanging last week, and go crazy looking bass. Whereas the new path Modes starts just fifteen months ago, it is certain that three bass players are too. I think the next one among you do sign a pledge on pain of emasculation, or something.
We are about to embark on the second half of December, time of year especially odious to the navitófobos, President of World Association of which I am. Generally odious excess calories, excess of joy plexiglass saturation lunch-and-sisterhood dinners perhaps in any other months I apetecería. I'm looking for a site 'where a strong record sound and can not even speak ' (not mine, is of the late Antonio Vega). Particularly odious, because I'm a pretty tough, but I'm exactly on the verge of collapse. Here is, in confidence. Neither more nor less. In this status, dive into Christmas is strictly worse.
As I am a simple man, in a first approximation should work things out so simple, so I've reviewed some alternative.
This is the first of them: simple, excusable, easy to manage (and I've been testing, by itself, and convinces me in every respect).
However, when I think about it seriously, just look at the blonde and what appears on my window (the picture up there at all) and so I get to think that I have not really any right to protest. Sounds slimy, I know. But, what they want is what you get. Today, in particular, day Dec. 15 (whatever it says the boggerapero ), plus more.
Moreover, although I find myself, and I think I spoke here of The Elegance of the Hedgehog of Muriel BARBERY . Today we went to see The Hedgehog, a film based on the novel, I think I can recommend without giving much more useful (given the risk of spoiler). I will say that the drawings, strange contribution to the novel, by themselves justify the recommendation of this drama, beautiful, attractive and consistent.
And be consistent should talk about books. You know Vdes. in my library, sorted alphabetically with Chinese work, two shelves devoted exclusively to let the books, not yet placed in their proper place, waiting to be discussed in Vladivostok ?. Many books. The only sadness, say, rather, something like nostalgia or even better left that lassitude which, surely, know Vdes .- impossible the task of speaking of some fifty books. so lame to pull two. Interestingly, it was mixed by the ideological context that builds: reader of Bernhard Schlink and dry and moist The of Jonathan LITTELL . The latter was known Vdes. well, no doubt. At first, probably not. That's irrelevant. In this new era of absolute stupidity is not really important. But I must admit that talking about it, that is serious, I require at this time be in a good position. I have no souls (though I will, really: there are many things to talk about there.) In return he was about to give notice to Vdes. Scandinavian writers, and, notably, the others are writers of thrillers / detective, and between us addicts is invariably a topic about recyclable Cocke Hello Company, a commission by Matias Faldbakken a material perfectly homologous with parts of Irvine Welsh backroom but so all-encompassing and 'admissible'. Damn, I mean that the latter manages sex, drugs and rock'n roll in a more bourgeois palatable. O no, what hosts. It may be that it is internalized that an Anglo-Saxon ('brit', Irish) is conceptually a dirty, but it is a Scandinavian (and even more, a Scandinavian) no. No way. And there lies the Tinglao. A pure lawlessness, with a depth charge sociological (Puagh) - psychological (uarghs) - intellectual (Pukin ') a lot of voltage. And deserves, I swear.
Rest. Lean. Hans is confident that, still there. Hugs.
