Monthly Archives: December 2005
The Hotel España has an air of faded glamour about it. Its entrance is on the Carrer de Sant Pau, just off Barcelona’s Ramblas; a quiet, semi-pedestrianized street, it leads few people to the hotel doors by mere happenstance. The … Continue reading
When I think of Spain as only recently emerging from the shadow of (what the hegemony calls etc. etc.) “the developing world” I tend to feel more affectionate and indulgent towards it. The presence of two vegetarian restaurants near Las … Continue reading
Santa is asleep, dead drunk on a rock ‘n’ roll combination of sherry and milk. Looks like someone’s been drawing on him in his sleep. Ssh. Don’t wake him. Get the camera first. Merry Christmas.
John Lennon. He’s 25 years dead, and what’re you doing about it this Christmas? Parsonally, Jocahsta and I are hahlahting his plaiht by drouwing a bowx rahwnd him. Free Mumia.
Serj Tankian, lead singer of System of a Down, recently declared at the MTV Music Awards that “Civilization has failed.” And that was before he got a box round his head.
‘Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the house/ Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;/All except Bjork who, with lips puckered out,/ Looked quite like a mouse with her hamsterish pout. Anyway, it’s Björk, isn’t it? … Continue reading
Overwhelmed by seasonal goodwill, Shakira can’t stop blubbing, the milksop. Her mascara is running, and one can clearly make out the numbers “2” and “1” on her cheeks.
Get ready for the turkey! December 2nd’s George Foreman, standing idly to one side of this set of quality knives in a space-age brushed-metal block, clearly approves. I don’t think you can get fat-free basters, though.