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Saturday, November 11, 2006

It's been a strange stretch, these last nine days. The good part: being back here after nearly a year away. And those simple few words embrace a big bunch of positives, one big honking mound of positives. But I'm not sure I've ever experienced the number of things in my immediate existence gone out of commission or going out of commission that I have here this time around. And on top of things already enumerated in recent days' entries to this journal, the flat's refrigerator began giving up the ghost early this week.

It's a basic, modest-sized refrigerator, nothing extravagant in any way, and has always done its job well. Tuesday morning, however, I noticed that the freezer didn't seem to be freezing things particularly well. By Wednesday it had become an unfreezer, a little cubicle that kept food disturbingly warm and moist, so that all edibles had to be moved down to the refrigerating part of the refrigerator. By day's end, the temperature in the rest of the refrigerator began rising, continued rising through Thursday. By yesterday morning, it had more or less reached room temperature and certain foods -- lovely, delicious foods, recently purchased -- began smelling gamey. The motor/compressor continued working away, but produced nothing useful.

I let my landlords know what was up via email, they went out refrigerator hunting yesterday evening. A lot of food spent the night out on what remains of my windowsill -- not a proper windowsill anymore after the workers had spent the last few days hammering away on the outside of the building. More like random hillocks of crumbled concrete. But good enough for the night. The food's now come back into the piso where it's slowly going bad. And until I hear something about when a new refrigerator might materialize, I can do nothing but eat what's still edible, toss out vittles gone over to the dark side, and resign myself to frequenting local restaurants in the near future.

I pause to remind myself that this is small potatoes. There's been no fire, no robbery, no loss of life. No medical emergencies, no earthquake, no flooding. I have a roof over my head, clothes to wear, a computer on which to do the high-tech equivalent of scribbling down thoughts. A beautiful Saturday is underway outside and this evening I'll be meeting friends for a meal. Lots of good things, so many that the difficulties don't add up to much when stacked up against the good.

It's good to remember that now and then.

And with that, on to the day.


Espaņa, te quiero.

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MORE FOCUSED BLATHERINGS


Travels:
London '01
Pamplona
Italy '03
U.K. '03
Sevilla
Casablanca
Stoke-on-Trent
Barcelona
Québec/Ottawa
Boston/Lisbon/Madrid
Italy '04
Montréal
La Sierra

Events:
Madrid -- arrival
9/11
Emergency Room I
Holidays 2001
Holidays 2002
Holidays 2003
Holidays 2004
Holidays 2005
A neighbor's passing
Madrid -- March 11 bombings
  and aftermath
Emergency Room II
Israeli friend/Madrid Marathon
Madrid -- Royal Wedding
The DELE exam

GONE, a novel:
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10

THE BASTARD CHILDREN OF
JOE ROCCO, a novella:
-- Part 1
-- Part 2
-- Part 3

BURBANK SHRUGGED,
a screenplay:
-- Part 1
-- Part 2
-- Part 3
-- Part 4

Short stories:
Murphy's Wife
Another Autumn
La Queja de Una
  Hermanastra Muy Conocida

Autobiography
-- Personal History
-- Hormones On Parade
-- Accidents, Random Mishaps,
    Personal Problems

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OTHER SOURCES OF WHOLESOME ENTERTAINMENT

People/Weblogs:
dooce
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fudge it
fear not
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bookslut
802online
idle words
madhaiku
wockerjabby
grow-a-brain
rebel market
letting me be
out and about
kung fu grippe
fanatical apathy
baghdad burning
wfuv's music blog
kexp's music blog
mimi smartypants
between the miles
just a hippie gypsy
the impossible cool
tomato can brushes
vermont homestead
sugar mountain farm

Good Clean Fun:
gizmodo
futurismic
postsecret
dave barry
human clock
mcsweeney's
spaceweather
book-a-minute
internet archive
self-portrait day
my cat hates you
out of context quotes
surrealist compliment
  generator
strindberg and helium

Makin' Musical Whoopee:
last fm
stereo8
pandora
soma fm

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