Cleaning personell swoop around, most thriving on irritation. This may just be an illusion. There is one available socket in the *departure* lounge (before the gates, of course, since it is far too early for me to go through) to power my shittypie. It is now powering my shittypie. I lay down on a bench earlier, but the swooping human on a cleaning machine made multiple elliptic passes. I may have imagined the grin on his face. Well, I may not have. Three hours have passed since my arrival from San Sebastia...
I believe this bar is where I sat with some *haggard cunt* before traipsing across a street full of traffic, billowing wind and pattering rain to see **Radiohead**. The only comment I'll make on the *haggard cunt* is that my current location elicits only disgust for her. All else here is fantastic, but no memory combining her and San Sebastian is pleasant. So I sit at a table sipping *Cafe con Leche*. A pintxo of bageta + jamon serrano sit before me waiting to be consumed. If I did not feel I have a slight...
I'm reading *Quiet*. Yes - I've been reading this book sporadically since April. I do love it. That is not an issue. My scattered thought patters and erratic behaviour is the cause. But I'm not particularly concerned about these causes or symptoms at the moment. See... I'm reading *Quiet* and I am on a muted train bound from Miranda de Ebro to San Sebastian. The mustelid brain is trusting of the future. I quote *Quiet*. > The papers turned out to be chock-full of irregularities. If I'd been in the bankers...
On our drive back to Cihuri from Logroño, I brought up that I had listened to two albums by the Beatles the night before. The two albums were *Abbey Road* and *Revolver*, in that order. I'd wanted to listen to the *White Album*, but Soulseek does not seem to work from here. IE, I have no copy of it. Our tired conversation drifted from one genre of music to another. Madis talked about Estonian folk. He named bands. I acknowledged knowing some. I named bands. He didn't know many. I didn't mention Anna Maasik....
I just finished my Spanish lesson for the day. Or for the double-day. That is, I did not do one yesterday, unfortunately. I spent yesterday, instead, working on the layout of this blog. The **UI**, vole. Yes. *The part that this small pine marten hates*. Overall, however, I have enjoyed my experience with *ember.js* and plan to continue its use with the new version of the **radiotracking** apparatus. I have big hopes for that project. If it falls by the wayside like many of my projects have in the past, I s...
I wished to write every day in Spain, but I have slacked horribly. I am consumed by illness. Yes, it is only sinusitus, but it has taken me prisoner. Its cage is my bloated head. One three trap hike with Madis this morning destroyed me and I had to be returned to *home*. The last days have gone similarly. I awaken early, judge whether it is practical for me to go help with the trap-checking, have discovered it practical both yesterday and today, and accompanied. I was wrong about my ablities today. Yester...
Madis expounds regularly about Esonia's people. They are cold, closed and hard to get close to. He contrasts this with culture in Spain, where, as I have experienced both in my previous life in San Sebastian and in my current life in Cihuri, extroversion pervades. I am welcomed. I am pampered. I am endlessly given favours I never thought to even ask for. In Estonia, this was only true among those I called close friends (Tiit, Grisha?). During our radiotracking week, Kairi told me she was all for gene shari...
> If we admit any ambiguity in the moral authority of nature, people worry that > we’ll have no ability to recognize better or worse relationships to nature. > All that will be left is whatever we want to do. Oh? Does nature have moral authority? In my experience, most people think that it does not at all. I've heard humans expound on the beauty of nature and how they love being among it. Yet, they are still rabid consumers. There is a dichotomy in their minds. Perhaps they do recognize and appreciate the ...
I'm not a morning person. In fact, my mental capacities do not begin functioning at full capacity until circa eleven. Still, I conform. Yesterday, we set thirty-four (?) traps over a course of many kliometers. The work was the most stenuous I have participated in for many a millenia. During the latter third of the process, my body was aching, I was having quite a hard time keeping up with Madis, and was overall rather miserable. And though my body still aches, I do not regret my decision to be a part of t...
Radiohead blares from my tinny shittypie speakers. I am enjoying in immensely. The shuffle mix of four albums (Opeth - *Watershed*, Pink Floyd - *Obscured by Clouds*, Radiohead - *In Rainbows*, Univers Zero - *The Hard Quest*) I created yesterday continues. Perhaps Banshee will stop its slight irritation of stopping at the end of each track. We shall see soon. So begins my second full day in Rioja. I live in a flat adjacent to Madis. It is huge (for a small animal such as me) and mostly empty. I spend most...
I feel as if it has been a small eternity since my last flight. Let me see. When was it? Oh... From Prague to Houston. I recall vividly the police-type-person in the booth checking passports shaking his head disgustingly at me. I had been a few months over in my stay in the Schengen. He did not stamp my passport at all. After his disgusted head-shake, he just handed it back to me. I wonder what, if any, problems this will cause when I arrive in Madrid in nine-odd hours. **Nine-odd hours** That is, if the ...
