In previous post I mentioned a concert Modes to be held in Room Zeta the 02/11/2011, the date very apparent because of their partial palindromic. We played with a group of Barcelona, \u200b\u200b The Power, whom I recommend to all Vdes. strongly. A great bass player, a stunning guitar, all contention despite his immense virtuosity (in addition to notabilísimo composer), a powerful battery and a singer of those skinny-with-great-personality. I loved it. I loved the concert, in general, ours and yours, except for a few minor details : the public were eight people and our fee rose a. .. 13.75 EUR. No, no transcription error.
With Vdes. my new Gibson ES339 antique network. Do not say that it is not pretty. Sounds scary, is beautiful under the lights flashing insulting and feedbackea as any guitar should do well. Way with and I enjoyed it on stage, what the hell. As the organization became a professional photographer to make pictograms de qualité , I'm pretty sure I can hang a portrait of those, which evidences the reality of my assertion.
Well, on Wednesday night was a sort of oasis in the middle of a workweek overconsumption that takes you to a morning, afternoon and night (although he gives one time to escape a couple of hours to make the aforementioned concert, am a marvel of organization.) Immediately before and at the time of the bridge too that they have invented in order to clinch the excellent work in Spain on the verge of 25% unemployment (a salute to Mr. Chapuzapatero), enjoyed a brief trip to Bordeaux, where I could get púho of delicious wines.
I left here on Friday at noon, I arrived at 22.00 directly to dinner and the next day at 10.30, was in the first tasting. And so on Monday: after round off the gastronomic journey through the glorious lunch of Cintruénigo Maher (Señaladísimo restaurant Vdes should not ignore. If they venture on a tour of that part of Navarra) I came home (carrying, that if a kilo more than I have to release).
this background so stressful, include Vdes. MBO suggested that when done in a soothing Saturday morning picnic in la campagne could I would not oppose. Of course, one has its limits, and when I knew it was a bic -nic, all indicated that very well, but I would support vehicle. vehicle car care, I mean. As it turns out he had invited another fifteen people and had to bring blankets, food, drinks and all sorts of tools needed to organize the event, the idea was not bad. And I've gone there, carrying up to implement the large stock (God enlightened me: If not, my poor Porsche barchetta had become, and never better). In short, we are synthetic: PICNIC Saturday, one arrives, extends tablecloths, eat things (rich) undertaken in partnership, laughs, drink some wine, a little beer, a coke, then puts down the sky, reflected throughout the entire wafer (including trash), moves such as a bar and drink a carajillo. Curious, sips. Biking is a bit more uncomfortable truth ... My Book 2 of GBS were explaining how the bike picnics stated as the omelette and the guitar (in fact, I've had a sound, all bucolic and minstrel me), but it's terrifying tormentone. Nothing that has not solved then in house, right behind rosette spray, a gin and tonic of Fever Tree and London Gin.
You see, life is more or less the same, leaving aside the arithmetic progression of the effects of adolescence (eternal) of the young UPMM, which now has nineteen years and is much more unpalatable when I was fifteen. Permanence J. teen is so milk (if not worse) you can almost me.
In between my readings, lean pleasure of a life a little hit, I would not recommend much. I guess the last sensational Vargas Llosa's dream Celtic , but that is as old as obvious (do not stop reading it). Anything less and navigate The Pirate round, a little work O'Brian type whose author, James L. NELSON was heavily weighted by it. The burden of topgallant mast , mooring winch and the text is light: it is not necessary, so just, being all the while pulling nautical dictionary to read.
panfletillos
A couple of political philosophy, Insurrection next (due to a supposed invisible Committee) and Indignaos ( Stéphane HESSEL, prefaced-rant of the bore of SAMPEDRO ) I have used to find that the progressive thinking (or far left, why not say: of the two texts, one ien the excellence of communism, with two balls) of moth-eaten remains the same despite the stink naphthalene apparent. No regret and having read them. Nothing new under the sun.
identic here that neither would comment on the political situation in the country, but I am so sick of shoes and his useless cronies, of the possibility of repeating the experience tripartitaria in Aragon and Zaragotham, although this sozis time the communists were cachiruleros municipality, rather than with the Communists barretineros (in addition to the Communists without a pledge of specific regional head), of the shame of the Camps and especially the airport záforas that Castellon and whose very existence requires prison screams behind those sunglasses ... I'm so sick, in short, I prefer pass to avoid spreading it to Vdes. my disgust.
Well, a new play by an old acquaintance that definitely has not been called by the way of narrative comme il faut beyond Petra Delicado . I mean Alicia Giménez Bartlett , which is shipped with a Where no one will find perfectly dispensable, which also refers to Beceite - Teruel province as Beseit . Writing course in English. These things, as you know I get bad, but certainly not the work may crack as severely by such a fool. The problem is that the adventure is quite unlikely, the most false Judas and more predictable than El Gran Wyoming, dialogues, numerous, completely out of context and chronological sense (identical the speech of a journalist from Barcelona and a peasant Teruel, for example), and too much moralizing underlying very historical memory, though less charged to the progression. Come on, I can not take the trouble to get it and read it.
And with that, I retire to rest: I have an entry verbose shoes fit and I deserve it. I think.
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