Monday, January 25, 2010


Everyone should just make art their friends like.

Cuz no matter how special one's friends are, there are still tons of people like them.

Thursday, January 21, 2010

These are my poem a day poems.

Every Day

There will be more.

Every day there will be more.

Monday, January 18, 2010

Color Party!
In an effort to peel off our winter crusts (because scabbing hides infection) we threw a color party in our flat. The theme was color both in defiance of winter and to encourage our guests to wear something other than slimming black. It didn't really work:

But I guess super beautiful people have flower faces anyway. See my housemates, Ivan and Elodie and Ewan, flanked by Gonzalo and Patri:

Elodie and I made colorful food. Some of it also tasted good.

I guess it was a good party. Our couch got moved. This is Rosanil who uses her excellent English to call me "little fellow."

Unfortunately I fell asleep with a headache a sore throat and jetlag early on, on a pile of coats.

Then Hannah came! We ate. She should live here.

Tuesday, January 12, 2010

Secret surprise!

Beginning: Mary Kate cut my hair! So see here's how it went down: I was shaggy, so shaggy. Then! It was the first day of school. So! I hopped on a bus and went to school, and there were maybe three teachers and six students and no coffee and it turned out the governor had decided that due to snow (snap out of it, europe) classes were canceled BUT schools were not closed. Yep: all schools must open, but no teaching allowed. So! I and the other auxiliar de conversación were sent home (we took cookies from the teachers lounge to make up for the 7 euro transportation costs) (not that we won't be paid for that day) while some of the other teachers who had not listened to the radio that morning stayed and watched the stranded kids whose parents had also not listened to the radio that morning.

End: So! That's why my hair is different.

okay Middle: Sooo I called Mary Kate, who also works for a snowstruck public school, and with sweets and coffee manipulated her into spending oh maybe an hour slivering my hair off. Mary Kate, as the Spanish say: muak muak muak.

Sunday, January 10, 2010