here i am

we spent a few days up north in girona, near the french border. unfortunately the camera crapped out, otherwise i would have lots of amazing photos of crazy off the wall things like a field with giant antique miniature golf heads with scary eyes and gaping mouths ... there was a strange absurd surreal circus music theme going on. the circo americano (which has been touring europe for a couple decades at least, so ... the americano connection must be long lost, i can only suppose, but the name stayed) was in town in empuriabrava, along with the aforementioned abandoned mini golf attractions. lots of mini golf in empuriabrava, for some reason. the following day we spent exploring figueres, birthplace of dali, and home of his museum. the town is quaint and quirky and whimsical, as one would imagine. the outside of the theatre-museum is as insane wacky crazy as he must have been, all bright red and decorated with golden loaves of bread and ancient scuba diving helmeted men and gigant...

so here are my thoughts and musings about my new minimalist wardrobe project. first, it's not really minimalist in an artistic sense, though i have found that the shapes and lines that work best with my body tend to be fairly clean and spare. i have hips and thighs, etc. so i tend to favor late 50s early 60s designs. that's the nice thing about getting to this age in life, you have sort of figured that much out, and your shape probably won't change too drastically. but the fact that one tends to spend one's time thinking about this sort of thing at all (or at least, the fact that i have done so) is what brought me to this project. let me digress. i have attempted to fashion a minimalist wardrobe as regards quantity, but i have a little excess. my idea was enough clothing for a week, but i have a bit more than that. i may still have some paring to do. but color wise, i have decided on black only. so this is the project. i have just what i need. just enough of wha...

so i guess the trick to the mosquito thing is to get some citronella or a little motorized insecticide version of a plug-in. nice, i only have 3 bites today though, so things are improving. the heat has been next to unbearable. it makes me cranky and headachy and fatigues me to the point of being able to do nothing but make smoothies and watch old season one episodes of lost or game shows in catalan. just for anyone's reference, it is not fun to shop on the ramblas in barcelona in july. it's hot and gross and gritty and grimy and you can get lost easily and the tourists wander around all stumbly and dumb and just get in your way and make you make angry faces. my next project is to explore a bunch of museums and public art. i'm all out of money for shopping anyway, since i decided to adopt an entirely minimalist black wardrobe (more on that in another post) and so ... well, that required shopping. finding the right cuts and fabrics for black clothes to wear in 90 plus de...

i´m on my third peach mango smoothie. here in spain it appears that you can only buy yogurts in packs of four or multiples thereof. which really is fine, because they are kinda little. on the other hand, it´s more a waste of packaging than anything if you are a yogurt lover as i am. they don´t have those big ol' tubs of the plain stuff i like to use for smoothies. at least not that i've been able to find so far. by the way, if you are one of my thousands of regular readers, when you see early hour of my posts, don't be alarmed or think aliens have invaded my body or anything, i just haven't changed the time settings on my account. there is something i like about thinking i might still be sitting at home blogging away in the dark early morning hours. it's been fairly warm here for the past week or so - bearable 90s - just enough to make me whiny if i have to walk to the train station. but last night it stormed a tremendously lovely storm and the heat wave has ...

my right shoulder hurts it´s hot and i´m kinda sweaty i have one mosquito bite on each knee i like fig yogurt i want to go swimming but only if no one else is in the pool so i have to get up and look out the window to see on they way i will notice that the basil needs watering and water it then i will forget what i was going to the window for but i´ll see a box of nag champa and decide to light one up after which i will realize i am thirsty and go to the kitchen for a glass of water and think hmn ... i should take my vitamin but not on an empty stomach i´ll realize it´s 3pm and i haven´t eaten anything but fig yogurt so i´ll make something to eat

a friend of mine talks about ´one-eye mornings´ where you wake up and, well, you know ... the one eye open thing. it happened to me the other day. one-eye open and i didn´t even realize it for i dunno how long. but what happens to me more often are the half-eye mornings. where for a while after i wake up, for some reason i´m still kinda squinty. my eyelids feel puffy and tender. it happens especially if it´s hot and i´ve slept in too late. everything kinda feels achy and creaky and hot like i´ve been baking in a kiln for a while. and i don´t know where to start my day so i just sort of sit and stare for a while. and then i make a smoothie. i should do some yoga. i think my humors are all stopped up. m