Dutch solution to gay marriage
This (via this) is a good story for those of you who, like me, can’t understand why marriage should be in the Spanish constitution anyway.
This (via this) is a good story for those of you who, like me, can’t understand why marriage should be in the Spanish constitution anyway.
This is all very well, but the only realistic strategy would involve paying immigrants for progress made rather than increasing subsidies to publishers, most of whom already seem to have quite big lunches. With the amount Maragall spends on entertainment you could bribe the whole population of Bangladesh to pass level C and still have [...]
… seems to have come in at the end of the 40s:
Arturo heredó la taberna en 1939 y la transformó en bar dos años más tarde. En 1949 hizo una nueva reforma: puso un letrero luminoso, un armario frigorífico y seis mesas de formica: “La Montaña-Cafetería Bar”. Poco después la transformaba en banco. Es decir, [...]
Vaguely re this post, there’s a strong current of belief here that sees the Civil War as a rerun of the Reconquista, with (here we head into caricature mode) the left viewing both as the destruction of a new age of peace and love (the latter in all its many varieties) by intolerant savages, while [...]
Every night Africans try to climb over the razor-wire fences into Spain’s North African colonies; some don’t make it, and are robbed, raped, murdered by Moroccan “security” forces.
Real Madrid employs some phenomenally well-paid Brazilians.
El País’ homepage this afternoon.
Mediaeval local legal codes, fueros, all contain passages like the following, taken from the Fuero de Bejár (1290s):
But doesn’t dare answer the €1M all-or-nothing question (Which Nobel prize winner–Schweitzer, Röntgen, Koch or Planck–didn’t do his school-leaving exam?). I’m not much of an expert on these things, but Elisa looks completely German to me–hit the Zurück links for more views. (Via Margaret Marks, who I always imagine as being impeccably British in appearance, [...]
Apparently some ladies & gents with whom I sing when the big geezer is off doing other stuff are going to be on the telly quite a lot.
Apart from the odd bit of arranging, the barrel organ is the thing at the moment, when I get time. It’s a somewhat more lonely path, but I’m not very good at dance steps or 80s music anyway.
Kalebeul wouldn’t watch a hagiography of a faghating totalitarian fuckwit like St Paul, so it sees no reason this weekend to take cinema seats away from Barcelona’s chiliastic masses in their nostalgic lust for Hispanic dictators and good-looking saints. Paul Berman’s piece from 2004 applies. Even the regime sociologists seem to have noticed that Cataloonia has lost track of reality.
Graffiti of Camarón de la Isla and guitarist, somewhere in Barcelona, I think in Carmelo, so overlooking the place where he died:

More here.
Kabe-Otoko/Wall Man, neither human nor demon, observes the world from within walls:
“Velen verzeggen Schiedam, maar sluiten dadelijk een verbond met Barcelona.” Is it about drinkers swearing by Dutch gin/jenever, only to turn to Spanish wine and brandy?