Samir over at View from Fez says that around 100 kids die annually from scorpion bites in Morocco. They’re quite common in Spain too. Here’s one in the gardens of Can Ferrero in Barcelona’s Zona Franca district that scared the hell out of me:

Stricken by Barcelona belly, I’ve been trying out this 19th century cholera cure. It’s better with rice, but I’m still surprised more people didn’t die. (Sublimated sulphur is used by modern-day lepers, says the chemist, so that wasn’t a problem.)

“We print this recipe, not out of self-interest, since we are giving it away free, being inspired solely by the conviction that we have of its efficacy and to see if we can be of assistance to our fellow men.”

Usually when the Olympics come to town there’s a big clean-up, during which junkies with little muscles get kicked out to make way for junkies with big muscles. That’s what happened in Barcelona in 92, but from this op-ed piece by Costas Iordanidis in Kathimerini it sounds like the Greek government is not having it […]

I caught the first train out of town this morning to go and inspect what a certain farmer has in the fields round the the back (large sections of horse skeleton) before the man rose from his slumbers. Sitting across the carriage from me was an attractive woman, and at the next stop a drunk […]

This excerpt from a court statement made on 1928/1/11 is taken from Paco Villar’s Historia y Leyenda del Barrio Chino (1997):

Here. Now all I need to do is stop the cat vomiting on the kitchen table.

Here.

So there I was, dear reader, saying the nicest things about Margaret Marks. And now I discover, to my dismay, just the vaguest trace of irreverence in her posts (1/2) re John Cage’s 4′33″, implying that she secretly possesses seven heads, ten horns, various crowns, and upon her heads the name of heresy. For what better than a piece that can be performed by anyone, that provides automatic free updates reflecting changing soundscapes, and that reminds one of Thoreau when he writes:

Molt bé, que DocMorris, una empresa holandesa, pot vendre medicaments sense recepta en línia. Desafortunadament no ens beneficiarà com a consumadors perquè, gràcies al seu model de alt volum/baix preu, Espanya segueix sent un dels millors països europeus per comprar drogues legals:

Font: IMS (2002)
Polònia és interessant. L’estat no subvenciona les marques conegudes i es ven […]

O kijk! daar komt de ijsman aan. Stoer, he, maar wij gebruiken meer drugs dan Erik.

These two energetic logos are on one of my favourite day-off wanders: from the Plaça d’Espanya through the old backstreets of working class Sants up to Collblanc, then a slalom down through the drab poverty of l’Hospitalet, finishing up with wander down the ceramic-ridden old road back to the Plaça d’Espanya.
The first logo adorns […]

In May I posted a Dutch translation (1, 2) of an article by Vic prof, Manuel Llanas, describing the influence of German printers in Catalunya in the late C15th and early C16th. Technology transfer from Germany to Catalunya slowed subsequently, due less to religious and political rivalries than to the relatively slow progress of capitalism […]

Foto van eBay. Hierop staat dat hij een fabriek en/of kantoor had in Brussel. Graag doorgeven als je er iets van afweet.
Een man loopt de apotheek binnen en zegt dat z’n keel zeer doet. Zegt de apotheker: “Ik heb wat pillen van Dr Andreu, ze doen het erg goed.” “Nee, nee, die niet.” “En waarom […]

“When I start singing you go out on the balcony.”