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x_losOh my god YES. Patch wants my room, possibly. Oh, a thousand points of hell yeah. I have stayed the course, bitches! And I have a room in Correy's building! Patch can sign that lease so I can sign mine! I already know how I'm painting, a sky blue vault with a gold star stencil like a cathedral or Egyptian tomb, and I don't know the walls yet, possibly forrest green or rust red, and a gauzy canopy for my futon/bed and Moroccan lamps! I'm getting so excited about my own place! W007!
Tomorrow am going to a flamanco performance in the modern art museum, sponsored by the city, of one of Spain's most famous artists. V. interested. Pablo, my super-hot tutor, 24 and a social anthropology graduate, my current huge crush, differentiated from my temporary infactuations by the a) longevity of the sentiment and b) realistic possibilities of the situation. Problem being he's shy about his incredibly accented English, and I'm shy about my bad Spanish. And the whole years older tutor issue. Still, we have discussed The Princess Bride (I know he's a fellow nerd b/c he got and was pleased by my Inigo Montoya joke, and knew the character name, which is a level of nerd-core I appreciate), we argued amusingly about Hemmingway, he wrote down Everything is Illuminated and I wrote down his reccomendation Norman Mailer and he made fun of me in English about not having read something and laughed at all my jokes. Probably not going to happpen, but GOD Pablo is the hotness. And funny. And sweet. And he was like "So are you going to that flamanco thing tomorrow?" And I was like "Hells yeah." hmm...
Anyway, after this my classmates and I are going to the Buddah Club. Sevilla's nightlife as always destroys my notions of things that go on after ten pm. It's just beyond amazing, and so total, people of all ages and dispositions spilling out into the street and across the roofs everynight, across the city the bars and discos lit like a bright necklace strung together by the water and bound by the intricate old bridges in Spanish tile and the new ones for the World Exposition, giant lyres in thick steel, blazing white against the warm, gold-lit age of the old city at night.
Thursdays (not tomorrow, but the next two) are the novice fights. Not even Noviados, these are practice fights for the city's bullfighting academys, and the best students get an opportunity to fight as Noviallados (NOT full mateadors, that's a lot more complicated) in the Real Maestranza at the end of the month. Complicated, not welll attended little things, with the location announced on the day, and the probability of injury high as these are students, but really the best place to go to start learning about technique, I'm told. Because you need to be able to understand the fundamentals before you can really appreciate the effortless polish of a full professional performance, and I want to learn. That means trudging through the backstreets and watching people my age or a little younger attempt faenas and end up in the stands. I really need to find an English copy of Bullfighting: Art and Technique and Spanish Society. Hear author's a major bitch from a good reviewer, but am I likely to fight a better English technical book? Probably not.
Spain eliminated from world cup yesterday! Still time for Ditka to rise victorious from the ashes, like a Pheonix of BEARS!!!
Tomorrow am going to a flamanco performance in the modern art museum, sponsored by the city, of one of Spain's most famous artists. V. interested. Pablo, my super-hot tutor, 24 and a social anthropology graduate, my current huge crush, differentiated from my temporary infactuations by the a) longevity of the sentiment and b) realistic possibilities of the situation. Problem being he's shy about his incredibly accented English, and I'm shy about my bad Spanish. And the whole years older tutor issue. Still, we have discussed The Princess Bride (I know he's a fellow nerd b/c he got and was pleased by my Inigo Montoya joke, and knew the character name, which is a level of nerd-core I appreciate), we argued amusingly about Hemmingway, he wrote down Everything is Illuminated and I wrote down his reccomendation Norman Mailer and he made fun of me in English about not having read something and laughed at all my jokes. Probably not going to happpen, but GOD Pablo is the hotness. And funny. And sweet. And he was like "So are you going to that flamanco thing tomorrow?" And I was like "Hells yeah." hmm...
Anyway, after this my classmates and I are going to the Buddah Club. Sevilla's nightlife as always destroys my notions of things that go on after ten pm. It's just beyond amazing, and so total, people of all ages and dispositions spilling out into the street and across the roofs everynight, across the city the bars and discos lit like a bright necklace strung together by the water and bound by the intricate old bridges in Spanish tile and the new ones for the World Exposition, giant lyres in thick steel, blazing white against the warm, gold-lit age of the old city at night.
Thursdays (not tomorrow, but the next two) are the novice fights. Not even Noviados, these are practice fights for the city's bullfighting academys, and the best students get an opportunity to fight as Noviallados (NOT full mateadors, that's a lot more complicated) in the Real Maestranza at the end of the month. Complicated, not welll attended little things, with the location announced on the day, and the probability of injury high as these are students, but really the best place to go to start learning about technique, I'm told. Because you need to be able to understand the fundamentals before you can really appreciate the effortless polish of a full professional performance, and I want to learn. That means trudging through the backstreets and watching people my age or a little younger attempt faenas and end up in the stands. I really need to find an English copy of Bullfighting: Art and Technique and Spanish Society. Hear author's a major bitch from a good reviewer, but am I likely to fight a better English technical book? Probably not.
Spain eliminated from world cup yesterday! Still time for Ditka to rise victorious from the ashes, like a Pheonix of BEARS!!!
