Quick joke
Boss: (to employee) – Experts say humor on the job relieves tension in this time of down-sizing, Knock, Knock.
Employee: Who’s there?
Boss: Not you anymore.
1 comment December 13th, 2002
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About glögg
| Personally, drinking glögg is something I’ve never liked… until now. For those of you who don’t know it, glögg is a Swedish winter speciality. When some days ago I made a trip to IKEA and had a free shot of glögg, all my prejudices about this particular version of sangría vanished. I pretty liked it. And now I have two bottles in my fridge. Ready for warming me up in those cold winter days. |  |
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A new guest
| The last days have been crazy! A lot of changes in my life lately…
I have now a xmas tree at home. It looks great, with blue and red lights and silver and gold fake gift boxes hanging from it. Needed some kind of xmas feeling in my flat, which looks quite simplistic and dreary. My first xmas present has arrived. It is a new job in a promising company in Madrid. I thought finding these positions in Spain was impossible. |
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5 comments December 12th, 2002
Yet more Joaquin Sabina
Another contribution to the internationalization of these meaningful lyrics…
“With you” (acoustic)
by Joaquin Sabina
by Joaquin Sabina
I don’t want a civilized love,
with bills and scene in the sofa;
I don’t want you to travel to the past
and come back from the market feeling like crying.
I don’t want neighbors with stewpots;
I don’t want to sow or to share;
I don’t want February 14th or “happy birthday”.
I don’t want to carry your luggage;
I don’t want you to choose my shampoo;
I don’t want to have my ponytail cut,
move to another planet, drink a toast to you.
I don’t want Sunday afternoons;
I don’t want a swing in the garden;
what I want, cowardly heart, is you dying for me.
And die with you if you kill yourself
and kill myself if you die
because love kills when it doesn’t die
because killing love never dies.
I don’t want to save up for tomorrow,
I never knew how to reach the end of the month;
I don’t want to eat an apple twice a week
and don’t feel like eating.
I don’t want greenhouse warmth;
I don’t want to kiss your scar;
I don’t want Paris with downpour
or “I love you” without you.
Don’t wait for me in the court at midnight;
don’t tell me “let’s try it again”.
I don’t want neither free nor busy,
neither meat nor sin, neither pride nor mercy.
I don’t want to know why you did it;
I don’t want neither with you nor without you;
what I want, lass with sad eyes, is you dying for me.
And die with you if you kill yourself
and kill myself if you die
because love kills when it doesn’t die
because killing love never dies.
p.s. once again I’ve translated this on the fly… it is provided “as is”.
7 comments December 9th, 2002
Xmas planning
| Well, it’s time to start thinking what you’re going to do this christmas. I know it’s quite a Spanish thing to plan everything the day before. Just remember whether you applied this method last year and, in that case, where did you finally end up. So you don’t have any more excuses not to start -at least- thinking what you intend to do.
Peronally, I’d like to organize a (big) meeting with old friends and those not so old. There’s a lot of people I don’t see since ages and it’s a good opportunity to change that. Besides, I think Robert would appreciate a breakout from cold Sweden Does anyone support the motion? |
 Dig out your xmas tree! |
1 comment December 5th, 2002
