I do not have much to say. I suppose I could write about the strange thoughts I've been having in the metro lately. I may be becoming a zombie. If that is the case, the proper way to record my deteriorating, distorted mental state would be in the yellowed pages of a filty diary. More than likely, strange thoughts are result of too much coffee, not enough sleep and the lack of oxygen in the metro. What kind of undead killing machine keeps a weblog anyway? Does it write reflections on the effects of staying up too late programming?! I am too much of a wiener to become a zombie. It is both sad and reassuring.

So here are some pictures. Most of them are from Friday:

A view from my window:



Another view from my window:


The door of the building we live in:


Alex eating the late lunch I mentioned before:


A photo for my dad, because I know how he loves pictures of food (arroz con calamares en su tinta, rice with squid in its ink):


Itchy tasty

How's that for internet validation? Some bullshit and then pictures.

I got this blog with the intention to use it to communicate with friends and family on the other side of the Atlantic, but lately I've just been posting silly images and stuff. The truth of the matter is that not a whole lot is going on. Take today, for example, my only class on Friday was canceled this week, so I slept in then woke up, did some programming. When Alex got home we spent the next few hours building IKEA furniture for the kitchen. A late lunch was our reward. That's it. Exciting. What else: Classes have been going for a few weeks; they're alright. I took the morning schedule and the only real problem with it is the commute. It's just about an hour and a half in the metro/bus every day.

I guess something worth mentioning is that last week Alex, Ana, Tia Lola, Tio Manolo and I went to Galicia. We had Wednesday off and we skipped on Thursday and Friday. Because it's been rainy and cool in Madrid for the past week, Galicia's weather didn't strike much of a contrast. The food did, though. I ate to the verge of popping every day. I fucking love Galicia's food. Great seafood and beef, what else could you ask for?

So now that I've written those words I believe it is time to share another silly image:


I saw this and thought it was funny. Well, at least Lane might enjoy it.

If you haven't seen Cat Soup yet, you should. It's a strange little cartoon short about a kitten on a surreal quest to save his sister's soul. Thanks to Chi, here's the torrent reactor link.

"The rain in Spain falls mainly on the plain"

Solar eclipse here in Madrid yesterday. Blind people today. I dont know how many times it was said on the news everyday for the last month to not stare into the sun, today there was a piece on "You should go to the doctor if you stared into the sun yesterday and now you're blind."

John's birthday was yesterday. I heard from Lane that his 22nd birthday party was a really good time. Wish I could've been there, my fat friend.

So I'm having trouble ironing out my class schedule. I have narrowed it down to two choices: A morning schedule that is done by 1:15 everyday but I have to wake up at 7 for, or an evening schedule that would result in not getting back some days until 9 pm. Last week I mostly did the evening schedule, and this week I am trying the morning schedule. Waking up early isn't that hard because my cousins also have early morning classes and they are all asleep by 12.

Another boring topic: Weather. It doesn't rain here. The sky is almost always completely clear. Although this is pretty normal, it has actually been unusually dry and all of Spain is the middle of a drought. It's also been pretty warm, though as soon as the sun goes down it cools off very fast, probably due to the lack of cloud cover to keep the heat in. The early mornings are very cold but it warms up fast.

Well, that's all I've got for now, so here're some photos from the past:

Dinner at Ana's house in Toledo.


That's a stork that was walking around in the neighboorhood in Toledo. These birds are pretty common in Spain and seem a lot bigger close-up.


Spain vs Italy in drunken tube-fights on the streets of Madrid.