Pics at last

Didn’t find wire­less access but did find a nice com­munity net space that was happy to plug Inanna (the laptop… the old one was Enki) into their LAN. Nice people. So, uploaded some pics for y’all. Gaudi pic for frou_frou Amaz­ing foun­tains in Bar­celona...

Ciudad de las Tres Culturas

your old stones cobbled alleyways whis­per under my feet of turbaned men hur­ry­ing to mosques women in the markets buying candles for sabbath blood and screams in your dun­geons too, wars: this har­mony was hard won. your old bones quiet deep...

The more intellectual post…

I have turned into that bloody post-Freu­dian fem­in­ist Amer­ican the­or­ist, Jane what­ser­name, who sticks in my memory and wo´‘t leave for the offence of arguing that Roland Barthes can be decon­struc­ted to mean Roll and Bar the S or turn and decon­struct...

Toledo at last

“My soul’s on fire, lifted higher by a higher love. I sur­render heart and soul, sac­ri­fice to a higer love…” (Depeche Mode) Inter­est­ing. This was the first song that iTunes chose to play for me when I first relaxed in my pen­sion in Toledo. I...

And we’re back…

*aaahhh* Back on the air, pen­sion booked for Toledo. Now to eat dinner, go buy my train ticket for Toledo and relax. The bloody Rus­sian visa can go do things with the phone card for all I care. Oh and sleazemon­key? You were right about the Museu de...