WHO IS THIS GUY CALLED ARIEL?

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Thursday, May 4, 2006

THE WORLD'S BEST KNOWN BLOGGER. NO IT AIN'T ARIALA!!!

You know, one does meet a hell of a lot of people here in Blogit. I mean, consider this … There were two Jewish friends, Moshe and Marty, and one day Moshe said to Marty, “ Hey, Marty, this internet thing’s great! I’ve joined a thing called Blogit, and now I know everybody in the world!” Marty snorted derisively “ Don’t be a schmuck all your life, Moshe, how can you know everyone in the world? It ain’t possible. Like, hey, I bet you don’t know Madonna!” Moshe laughed. “ Know Madonna? ‘course I... Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, May 3, 2006

MUSLIM CHILDREN AT PRAYER, AND A POWERFUL EDITORIAL ARTICLE

Today, it’s been too painful for me to sit at my keyboard for very long, so I thought I’d repost this first piece; a sort of sequel to an article that I had published in a local magazine, which aroused some adverse comment about my being a racist, and all the other dreary, mindless accusations that are levelled at one for writing anything in the least controversial or outspoken. I must say that ‘ racism ’ is a peculiar accusation to level against one who has had published 13 short stories, 5... Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, May 1, 2006

A DAUGHTER'S LETTER TO HER MOTHER

A mother passing by her daughter's bedroom was astonished to see that the bed was nicely made and everything was picked up. Then she saw an envelope propped up prominently on the centre of the bed. It was addressed, "Mom." With the worst premonition, she opened the envelope and read the letter with trembling hands: Dear Mom, It is with great regret and sorrow that I'm writing to you: I had to elope with my new boyfriend because I wanted to avoid a scene with Dad and you. I've been finding real... Sign in to see full entry.

LA NOCHE PERPETUA

Todo estaba consumado, se había dicho la última palabra y yo me quedé junto a mi ventana y te vi partir. Te detuviste en la esquina, en la mancha de luz de un farol. Tu pelo era oro y tu abrigo una llama roja en la noche. Subiste la mirada una vez, tu cara un borrón pálido a través del cristal rayado por la lluvia. Me pareció que tus ojos se encontraron con los míos en un último destello. Me aferré al momento, el invierno llenaba mi alma. Entonces te volviste y te alejaste caminando. Sentí que... Sign in to see full entry.

GREAT NEWS!!

Latest research states that there is an excellent susbstitute for exercise. Staring at a woman's bare breasts has the same effect as vigorous exercise, in that it increases the speed ( and presumably the strength ) of the heartbeat. Damn, if I'd only known, before I had my excellent coronary adventure over Christmas! And they get paid for doing this research? I wonder if it works for females; gazing at that cute little bum of the boy next door? Maybe I'll have to ask around. Sign in to see full entry.

Saturday, April 29, 2006

MORE SPANISH HORROR STORIES

Some time ago I posted a piece listing a few of the more idiosyncratic quirks of Spanish property transfer, but – especially when a Spaniard sells property to a guiri, a Northern European foreigner – the system can throw up the most hair-raising horror stories. Hmm, ‘ throw up ’ is unwittingly apposite. Permission was granted to build 24 houses on a local urbanisacion ( housing estate ), but the developer must have thought “ Hey, there’s a hell of a lot of empty space here, so let’s build an... Sign in to see full entry.

Friday, April 28, 2006

THE BOMBING OF GUERNICA, PART TWO

On August 16 th 1936, Franco stated to the world’s press “ I will never bomb Madrid. There live innocents. ” But during the bombing of Barcelona in 1937/38, leaflets were showered over the city stating, “ We will bomb you every three hours, until you surrender. Surrender, or we destroy you all! Generalissimo Franco.” An unmistakable message that there was henceforth to be a return to the status quo ante: a reversion in modern form to the exterminatory tactics of the Hundred Years War. Capable of... Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, April 27, 2006

A SELECTION OF SPORTING HOWLERS

In the days of ( radio ) broadcasting, and in the early days of TV, silence was golden. Programmes ( note the spelling, please ) proceeded at a leisurely pace, with decent silences in between, and the scheduling ending early, the late evening and night were silent! In these days of wall-to-wall doom, gloom and disaster news coverage, and screeching, yakking politicians, and subhuman pop, it’s difficult to believe, isn’t it? Once one embarks upon twenty-four hour broadcasting on multiple... Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, April 26, 2006

THE BOMBING OF GUERNICA. PART ONE

Tomorrow is the 69 th anniversay of the Bombing of Guernica, during the Spanish Civil War of 1936/39 Monday, April 26 th 1937: market day in the Basque city of Guernica. The streets are crowded with inhabitants, and people from the outlying areas of Irun and Santander: roughly 10,000 in number. At 3.30 p.m. the church bells begin to ring the alarm, and five minutes later the first trimotor Junkers 52 bomber appears, and flying low, it drops six heavy bombs. Five minutes later another appears,... Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, April 24, 2006

A LITTLE REAL-LIFE SPANISH HORROR STORY

A little while ago, ( slither down my blog, and you’ll find out when ) I wrote about some of the perils and pitfalls of living in Spain, most of which were, I think, (even if you don’t ) humorous ) ( Gettin’ a hell of a lot of brackets in here! ) ( Maybe I ought to try some long dashes instead. ) Or maybe, elisions, ‘cos they’re very fashionable right now … in text messages … and stuff like that … Just wandering; senior moments, you know. Where was I? Oh, yeah, Spanish horror stories. Right,... Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, April 23, 2006

BLOGGERS BEWARE! DO YOU REALLY KNOW WHO'S READING YOU?

I'm not in the habit of posting a piece three times in a few hours, but this damned Blogit ( or my computer ) has gone haywire tonight, 'cos these posts keep getting sent to the wrong category; change one, it changes the lot. so, we'll see what happens now! I had a Yipee! moment, when I discovered that one could access everybody’s blog on Blogit, without having to sign in. ( See two posts on this subject below. ) But after the initial euphoria of realising that I could be read by the whole... Sign in to see full entry.

LA FIESTA

La luna andaluza parecía calentar el aire de aquella noche de primavera. Solos, en parejas o en grupos, caminaban bajo la luz de la luna, entre las profundas sombras, hacia el bullicio de la conversación y la tenue luz que salía de la casa. Los veteranos recorrían el camino polvoriento con sus botas de montaña y zapatos resistentes mientras que los que acudían a aquel lugar mágico por primera vez lo hacían a trompicones por el accidentado camino con sus tacones y delicados zapatos de ciudad.... Sign in to see full entry.

Saturday, April 22, 2006

NOT A POEM, A STORY, AN ARTICLE, JUST A REWORKED BIT OF ARIEL'S STUFF

THERE’S AN OLD SAYING THAT “ THE BOY IS FATHER TO THE MAN.” What was I then; long years ago, when I masqueraded as a boy, living in that adult land? That boy who bore within him the seeds of what I became? Rooted in his fertile soil I grew to what I am now: the man who was fathered by the boy; the boy who knew not what he was; never knew he to whom he gave life. His my life was so loveless that deep in shadow he stands, that boy, unable to speak to me of love: and I with no voice to speak to him... Sign in to see full entry.

Friday, April 21, 2006

ANOTHER BIT OF A BACK DOOR INTO YOUR BLOG

Further to yesterday’s post “ A back door to your blog”, it’s funny that yesterday I could access my, and other people’s blogs, but had to sign in to read them in their entirety. But today, using the title of one of my earlier posts, I didn’t have to sign in. Not only that, but I could read everyone else’s Journal blogs too. As writers, I guess we’re all keen to be noticed and read by the whole world, aren’t we? No, hell, if we’re honest we want to be read by every entity in the known universe,... Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, April 20, 2006

A BACK DOOR INTO YOUR BLOG

I learned a really interesting thing today, which stemmed from the piece that I posted the other day, called “ El Ultimo Suspiro de Moro”. What I often do is use a piece that I’ve written for Blogit as the basis for an article in a local English-language magazine. As the article will be longer, a little further research was in order, so, logging on to Google, I typed in the keywords El Ultimo Suspiro de Moro, and to my amazement up came my Blogit piece. Well, actually two pieces about that post,... Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, April 19, 2006

OUT OF THE MOUTHS OF BABES AND SUCKLINGS

Catholic elementary school test Pay special attention to the wording and spelling. If you know the Bible, even a little, you'll find this hilarious! It comes from a Catholic elementary school test. Kids were asked questions about the old and new testaments. The following statements about the Bible were written by children. They have not been retouched nor corrected (i.e., incorrect spelling has been left in). 1. In the first book of the bible, Guinessis, God got tired of creating the world so he... Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, April 18, 2006

A POSTSCRIPT TO " EL ELTIMO SUSPIRO DE MORO."

This is the image that I meant to paste into yesterday's entry. It is " The Capitulation of Granada" by F. Padilla, showing Isabella and Ferdinand accepting Boabdil's final surrender. He had been captured but released some time before this event. Below is the portico of the Court of the Lions in the Alhambra Palace. The lions referred to support the fountain in the centre of the courtyard. At present these are concrete replicas, while the original stone lions are being renovated. Sign in to see full entry.

THIS DAMNED BLOGGING ADDICTION

One is not told before one embarks upon a blogging career, of course, but blogging presents a major health problem; somewhat on a par with smoking, alcoholism, gambling, email and text message addiction, and sitting outside a Spanish bar leering at all those pretty girl going by. Addiction to blogging - or, to give it its correct medical term, Acute Obsessive Blogging Syndrome - manifests itself in the patient tossing and turning for hours, then some time before dawn, sneaking out to see if... Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, April 17, 2006

WHO IS THIS GUY CALLED JESUS?

There were 3 good arguments that Jesus was Black: 1. He called everyone brother. 2. He liked Gospel. 3. He couldn't get a fair trial. But then there were 3 equally good arguments that Jesus was Jewish: 1. He went into His Father's business. 2. He lived at home until he was 33. 3. He was sure his Mother was a virgin and his Mother was sure He was God. But then there were 3 equally good arguments that Jesus was Italian: 1. He talked with His hands. 2. He had wine with His meals. 3. He used olive... Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, April 16, 2006

EL ULTIMO SUSPIRO DE MORO ( THE MOOR'S LAST SIGH )

That year of 1492 was of profound significance in Spanish history, for it was it was in that year that Cristóbal Colon, as he is known to the Spanish, set out upon his voyage to the New World, and the Spanish empire had its genesis. This was to be an empire that, far from enriching Spain’s people, was – for reasons too complex to examine here – to hold them in a state of abject, servile poverty and want which found little amelioration until the mid-1970s. Also in 1492, Isabella 1 and Ferdinand... Sign in to see full entry.

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