| Last week, some relatives were showing their artwork at Madrid International Furniture Exhibition. I was impressed about the quality and originality of their works, which are mostly based on pottery. Their workshop is located in northern Spain, in a small town where iniciatives like these have to be sponsored by the Government in order to have minimal hope of success. Maybe I’ll change my mind about decorating my flat with stuff from IKEA… |  |
Add comment April 28th, 2003
| A fragment from the book I’m currently reading (written by the creator of my top 5 favorite High Fidelity)…
[...] I suddenly have a very deep yearning to go and see a Chinese film at the Screen on the Green - the more Chinese it is, in fact, the better I would like it. That is another chamber of my heart that shows no electrical activity - the chamber that used to flicker into life when I saw a film that moved me, or read a book that inspired me, or listened to music that made me want to cry. I closed that chamber myself, for all the usual reasons. [...] |
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1 comment April 27th, 2003
After some months of thorough seek (it was more difficult than I initally thought), I have apparently found a nice place to live. Right now it’s quite boring, as the flat isn’t decorated at all. I’m already planning some trips to IKEA, so I hope it’ll be habitable soon 
In moments like these, I wish I lived in Australia. |
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5 comments April 26th, 2003
This has been one of the strangest days in my life. After work, some colleagues and I decided to go for a meal + drink. Not having enough with that, we felt that we needed to go downtown. When we were passing by Palacio de Gaviria, I unexpectedly met Delia queueing there (she was supposed to be in Switzerland, anyway). We got in and spent many hours inside (an awesome place, you should check it sometime). I’ve been talking with Delia about the old times in Stockholm (the Palacio was full of Swedes, by the way). I couldn’t stop thinking about the kotbullar times. When they were playing salsa, we remembered Klaybert and Luis. When they were playing Operacion Triunfo songs, we remembered Samer. And so on… On another front, I didn’t know Robert dropped by Switzerland a few months ago. Actually, I dunno anything about him since ages. Robert, are you there? The end of the story is that it’s 7.35h in the morning. I just had time for a shower and am writing this from work! Life is beautiful…
5 comments April 25th, 2003
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Excellent day for putting Slinkies on an escalator. |
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