The economy

I read today about a brilliant idea that congress has to pass legislation to shut down any internet site that hosts copyrighted material.  Nice.

The US apparently really does want to re-enter the dark ages.  Creationist, the tea party, Palin, economic self-destruction and this display of truly and overwhelmingly antiquated ideology.  Hmmm, some folks criticize China around it's internet policy, no?  Wonder how much the congressmen and women were paid for this?

You hear people going on and on and on about the economy.  About how the majority of these problems have been brought about by a few handfuls of men.  Hmmm, seems none of them need prosecution.  Yet, you know, when my daughter tells me that here, in this village, in her school, there is a family trying to get by on 27 Euros a month after they pay for rent, I wonder why that is.

When my own children are affected by this economic downturn - nice euphemism for an almighty fuck up, no -  it makes me angry.

When I go by occupy London, and it is so pathetic, I am saddened.  Honestly, there is hypocrisy there, I too should be out occupying Barcelona, because if we all did, maybe they'd listen.  Or not.

But I have to make a living.  I don't have the ability to go out and sit in a square and not earn anything.  I have to work.  So what's to do?

The news media can be so inflammatory, to the point of creating difficulties...I read a piece today where they stated that many southern Europeans are withdrawing their money from local banks, as in Spanish, Italian etc...banks and investing further north.  Can this help?  Is this true?  Is it another case of the rich (oh I sound SO Marxist) getting their money out and safe and the rest are left to swing?

Feeling a mite bitter this evening and more than a little worried.

Why have there been no trials about the hacking in the UK?  Why have none of these financial types been brought to court outside of Iceland?  Why can the entertainment industry buy congress to pass a bill that is so completely unenforceable and ridiculous when something meaningful really should be done?

You don't know what to think....is this just another recession and things will pick up as they always do?  You know that economic theory about things going in cycles; or is this a sign of a busted system.  A system invested in the near future with no vision for further along, a system where petty crime is vigorously prosecuted, but the crime of creating global want is just fine?

Shouldn't there be some kind of international economic crimes tribunal?  I'd pay tax dollars for that.

Sorry for the gap there

but you see, I was away.  Let's see if you can guess where!

This is novel

I was hoping against hope that I would have a backlogged post I could use, I am so very tired this evening......and I do!  This was written on Monday morning I think.  I feel like the posts have been a bit lame of late, sorry about that....life is taking up a lot of my attention and leaving me pretty wiped at the end of the day.

Long walk tomorrow!  YEAH!

I cannot remember the last time I was at home all by myself.  Well, aside from Chuck the howling lovelorn.

It is odd, and quiet and strange.

With the man out of work, he is home a lot, which has been an utter delight.  Definitely the upside to the whole thing, but this morning he has started some kind of computer course and he is off to that every morning this week.  We'll sign him up for Spanish in the new year as well.

Back to the point though.

I have been painting this morning (really freaking awfully, but still, it's good).  Reading, just fine there.

Hanging out.

It feels odd, and feels odd that it feels odd, if you can understand that.

We have sunshine again too, which I can only be gleeful about.  I shouldn't whine about rain, but we've had enough.  For me.

Mixed? Nah, mostly good

Hmm, Chuck is on day 5 of howling and whining.  How long can that dog stay in heat?  She keeps swinging by the house to keep his hopes up too.

We had lunch outside today in the pati...now that was a pleasure and nine tenths.  The nap after lunch, that was the final tenth.

Man, the economy here may SUCK, but they've got a great lunchtime routine.  Nice and long, come home with the family, eat well together and then a nap before going back to work.

There's a sensible way to tackle the middle of the day.

Oh, and the morning?  That was pretty darned good too.  Went into BCN on my own, went and got some tea, had a lovely walk in the sunshine and went to MACBA, the modern art museum.

I have to say.  Video installations as art leave me c.o.l.d. cold.  Ho hum.

Some sculpture, fine.  Big installations, as in room installations, I am SO there with you.  Ultimately though, painting is what makes my fiddle sing.  There were some decent Barcelós, a Basquait, and a painting by an artist whose name escapes me, but whose work was very cool.  Oh, and a Gerhart Richter...one of his abstracts which I really like.  Some of his pieces, meh, not so much, but the abstracts are really something to write home about.

Gotta say, overall, a pretty darned good day.

Hope yours was good too.

Cheers,

O

Memory is a weird thing

Something I noticed this morning when I was out walking the dog.  I was listening to a podcast that I had listened to the day before when walking the dog and I was trying to skip through it to get to the ending of the show which I hadn't heard.  As I scrollled through, listening to the fragments of the show, I could remember exactly where I had been in the walk the day before when I had listened to each section.  Exactly where I was.

I could not, however, remember what I was listening to at any given point of the walk.  If I thought about being at a particular corner I was entirely unable to conjure even the faintest idea of what I had heard, but with the story, instantly and effortlessly I knew.

Weird, eh?

Memory of place could be accessed by story, but not story by place.

Our minds are a baffling place.

Chuck is tiiiiired.

You see, he was out with me for a walk when he met up with his girlfriend again, indeed she came and found him, much to their mutual delight.

Once I got him inside, and left her out, which took a little doing, he set up to howl.  And howl, and howl and howl.

Indeed, he has howled or whined on and off, and mostly on, for the entire day.

That is a lie, he took a break from it when I had a nap and had a nap too; and then started off again.

Very tired puppy this evening (thankfully).

We looked up how long her attractions would last.  Looking like a bit of a long haul for us all.

Goodness.

Milk

It seems such a generic basic kinda thing.  White, usually cold.  Basic a staple.  Unchanging.

Then we got here and started buying different brands of milk.

This shouldn't be a surprise in fact.  I know that milks change their flavours depending on what the milk producer is eating at that time, be they bovine or otherwise.   What is really interesting here is that the milk producers are sufficiently small, and local, that the different brands actually have different flavours.

Our personal favourite is ATO, though the Condis brand is fine.  I have to say that the Condis brand (a Catalan? chain of supermarkets owned in Angola the man says) is a big enough buyer that the milk basically has that ubiquitous milk taste, but the other smaller brands?  ATO lists 7 dairy farmers that supply them with their milk.  Seven.  Now I am not naïve enough to really believe that these 7 farmers are small farms, they must have hundreds of cattle each, but the reality is that the milk has a distinctive flavour.  Another brand, Pasqual, has a different flavour again, one that Youngest can. not. stand.  She won't drink it.  This is a much bigger company than ATO, and the flavour is quite different.

Interesting.  I think anyway.

I've never noticed flavour differences in milk in Canada.  Ever.  We once had fresh milk on a farm in Germany, it may have been unpasturized straight from the cow, I was too young to remember, but I do remember it tasting quite different, but that may have also been because it was also full fat milk and we normally had 2%.

My poor kids live on skimmed, and are basically happy, but MUCH prefer the fattier milk.

I also have some suspicions that skimmed milk here is not as skimmed as Canadian skimmed, no blueish overtones and you can get a milk mustache.  I wonder if the different brands have different fat levels too.

Hmmm, something to look into.  I know we once got some milk that had olive oil added to it.  Seems weird, no?  Very different taste there, I can tell you.

Cheek

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Found this in part of the forms from my bank.  Good lord, no?


Wish I could get people to agree to something like this.


Seems a weeeee bit cheeky to me, no?

Sometimes, it's amazing what's interesting

I am something of a podcast junkie.

I listened initially for two reasons, one, to maintain my English, I know that sounds odd, but when you only ever speak to your family, your level, and specifically, your vocabulary starts to diminish.  I used to find myself back in Canada struggling to come up with words for things.  So, in came the podcasts to prevent this impoverishment.

Later I have done much the same thing in Catalan.  I listen to increase vocab and keep my ear tunes, particularly in Canada in the summer, but year round too.

Then it turns out there are some AMAZING podcasts out there.

There are a lot that I know I will like, cause they are on topics I am interested in, such as A Way with Words, which Beth introduced me too, and some of the book podcasts, such as the Guardian book podcast and The Next Chapter from the CBC, there are some that I listen to when I can't sleep, they are just that right balance of charm, peace and interest that they stop the churning mind, my two best for this are Coast and Country and Scotland Outdoors, both from the BBC.

Then there are some that I have found that are simply brilliant, well, one in particular, WNYC Radiolab...I've sung their praises before.

Then there are some that seem so unlikely.  This one was the inspiration for this post.  Wired magazine, which I am coming to adore, has a podcast they call Storyboard (though if you read this though, finding podcasts on your site is WAY too difficult) and particularly, this show was riveting.    It's all about how whiskey is made.....not something that really interests me at all as I don't drink, but there is something about a person who is passionate about a topic that I find endlessly interesting, and something about curiosity that I adore, and the guy who hosts the show is nothing if not curious, and then there is the geekiness of it all....and it is geeky, but there is something about that sort of geeky impulse that is compelling too.  I am probably not marketing this sucker well, but it was fabulous.

I do love it when you find yourself drawn into a show or an individual program that you would otherwise not have the least interest in.  Lovely.

Chuck's girlfriend comes a calling!

Wondering if Chuck could come and ahhhh play.

Chuck was ready for a little sport.

We were mean and didn't let him out.  Indeed we closed the outer door eventually.  You know, no soliciting.