i saw that woman again today who works at the blackhorse and the wellington arms. she also works at the fastnet pub in barceloneta. they have a killer english breakfast. i think i'll make it a sunday tradition. she's a strange one. she has a melancoly air, as if smilling is very difficult and not really all that necessary. but when she does smile, it's beautiful. this pessamesitc quality was shattered when i said, "see you around" and she said, "okay, see you later" with a lot cheer. it's funny, because we bump into each other all the time. the last time i saw her was at the café on the corner of ronda sant antoni y sant pau, kitty corner to mercat sant antoni. ubaldo and i were walking by after lunch one day and there she was. i wanted to stop but i didn't know her name and felt uncomfortable about approaching her. i still don't know her name. i thought a lot about how to ask her while sitting at fastnet today, eating my breakfast. but in the end, i could not think of a smooth way of going about it. i also noticed that the blond waitress who also works there was paying particular attention to me, and while exchanging glances with her as i paid the bill, i kind of forgot to ask the other her name.

i had a dream the other night where i was doing many pullups with ease. someone was watching me, but i don't remember who it was. i didn't remember the dream until the next day when i saw [wrote "was" first] a boy doing pullups on the scaffolding outside his building. the physical feeling i remember from the dream was the ease with which i was doing pullups and how straight my legs were, toes pointing straight to the ground. it reminded me of the training i had from a friend who studied gymnastics. he taught me how to stand on my hands, where you had to keep your toes pointed straight up wards to maintain your ballance. and it works.

today on npr i heard that the navy is trying to raise the gun turret of the armored civil war battle ship the monitor. i wrote an essay on the battle of the monitor and the merrimac back in grade school. i was totally into the whole battle. it was the first time metal warships were used in battle. the monitor kicked the shit out of the merrimac, which was bigger and more heavily armed, but the monitor was more maneuverable and had a gun turret of two cannons that swiveled. the monitor sunk in a storm shortly after the war.

i was walking down sant pere mes baix yesterday on my way to the bodega when i heard a little girl singing. she was in her apartment singing through the intercom to the people on the street. the song: the pokemon theme song.

i love living in catalunya. i love barcelona. i would not want to be anywhere else in the world at this point in my life. i certainly do not want to live in the US, especially during this epoch of facism. but there's nothing like listening to weekend edition on a saturday or sunday afternoon. when i hear the theme music i'm almost moved to click on the donate button.

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ACHTUNG! Alles touristen und non-technischen peepers!

Das machine control is nicht fur gerfinger-poken und
mittengrabben. Oderwise is easy schnappen der springenwerk,
blowen fuse, und poppencorken mit spitzensparken.
Der machine is diggen by experten only. Is nicht fur
geverken by das dummkopfen. Das rubbernecken sightseenen
keepen das cotten picken hands in das pockets,
so relaxen und watchen das blinkenlights.
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http://towel.blinkenlights.nl/
telnet://towel.blinkenlights.nl/

i saw a geek today on calle tallers near the shwarma stand sporting a black t-shirt that read:

127.0.0.1

nice.