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Thursday, October 15, 2020

Noise Pollution Delivery System

I was sitting in one of my cafés the other day, minding my own damn business, when my tranquility was violently interrupted by the pounding of insufferably bad dance beats which are not to be mistaken for music. The godawful racket was right behind me, coming from this monstrosity of an automobile.

If someone were to offer this ridiculous car to me for free, but stipulated that I had to play at full volume the obscene trash this person was blasting on his stereo system which probably cost more than most people’s entire automobile, I’d politely decline. I’d rather take the bus.

I could only imagine that this gay disco on wheels belonged to a footballer, as we don't have many cartel leaders in this part of Spain. I suppose that this thing is made for pulling up to the valet parking at a trendy night spot, but taking it to run errands on a Saturday morning seems embarrassingly absurd, or absurdly embarrassing.

Friday, October 09, 2020

Super-Spreader in Chief

I resent it when people refer to the present White House situation as a “shit-show” or however you write that. Sorry folks, I’m nostalgic for the days when it was merely a shit-show which sounds almost benevolent and cuddly, compared to the current state of affairs which is toxic and lethal.

The Trump White House has fallen from shit-show to somewhere you’d need to walk up about 300 flights of stairs to see rock bottom, and another 300 flights to reach shit-show.

Friday, October 02, 2020

Las Crónicas del Taco - The Taco Chronicles

What I knew about tacos before watching the series, Las Crónicas del Taco, would have fit inside of one little tortilla. I thought I knew a lot about Mexico and the people there, but now I feel that I know the country and Mexican much better. You are what you eat, as they say.

 I was watching the first episode one evening while I was eating a pizza I had made from scratch, a pretty darn good pizza, if I do say so myself. Looking at all of those wonderful images of tacos was making me hungry…while I was stuffing my fat face.

Don’t get me wrong, I love the food of Spain and have adopted it completely, but I really miss the food of Mexico. I can make versions of it here. I even have a tortillera, or the press for making tortillas, although I don’t make them very well. There are markets here that sell dried chiles, and we even have a stall in my neighborhood market that sells fresh jalapeños and habaneros.

Valencia is famous for its Mercado Central, but the views of Mexico City’s Mercado de la Merced is like a revelation. But what I really need is to take another trip to Mexico and really explore this world of tacos.

Or maybe I can just go to L.A. “Estamos aquí en la ciudad de Los ángeles, una de las ciudades más mexicanas del mundo.”