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barcelona report: stuff stuff stuff

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 degree heat is a bit of a feat.

i forgot what i came here to say now ...

oh yeah - i saw regina spektor last night in a strange little hole in the wall club. she was lovely and amazing and cute and funny and just as fantastic as you hoped and knew she would be. so eminently loveable. like, how can anyone not fall in love with her. i have absolutely no idea.

the woman is talented. so rare that there are real artists anymore. real people. with real talent. with real honesty. with something pertinent and interesting and authentic to say, and the chops to say it in a way that anyone should give a damn about. to find people with genuinely unaffected joie de vivre is also a rare thing in this day and age.

so ... i'm revived.

yes. thank you.

m

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