(Even if they can’t make a decent paella.)

Don’t claim national origins for yourselves without very carefully considering the possible consequences.

A Barcelona scrap-metal dealer only has 12 on the favicon on his website.

The pros of walking to Barcelona Airport.

Arthur Thesleff seems to have burnt most film further east, but there’s a nice snap of some early Andalusians.

Gypsy clans living on an old dung heap north of Granada may have the answer.

This is an option now the Casio kiddieboard is dead and there’s not enough time for the barrel organ.

A Roger Ekirch, At day’s close: night in times past: “suspending the heart of a bullock or pig over the hearth, preferably stuck with pins and thorns”. Barcelona’s inquisition records and other (later) sources also contain a desperate screech of (sometimes living) cats and a wide range of barnyard animals with pins stuck into them [...]

When they were detained by the Médoc gendarmes, Georges and Frédéric had the grave misfortune to have in their possession a sack containing ten succulent little bundles of spines. Turning its face from all that the British cherish in France, the criminal court in Bordeaux put animal protection above lavish family meals and fined these [...]

Efforts have been made to erase a sticker of a member of the Incredible Hulk clan. Superimposed on the wooden cross of the door, what a formidable Trinity that would have been! (Anglocabrones often say the eye belongs to Providence. Whatever.)
Sometimes the Eye and the Hand are combined in one icon, as in this Hamsa [...]

The Santa Majestat in Caldes de Montbui.

The other day I did a libertarian Raval tour with a particularly dangerous Californian sociologist, and we got onto Orwell’s apparent incapacity to see the most recent civil war as anything but a class conflict betrayed. This despite ethnic-based stuff like the vicious mini-civil war between Catalan fascists associated with Estat Català and self-described communist [...]

April 1939, and the Valencian communist and later Mexican entrepreneur Arturo García Igual (Entre aquella España nuestra … y la peregrina, available in part on GBS) has, as a Stalinist commissar, been sent to the elite camp at Agde, France, where
night after night unsuspected talents [took to] an improvised stage: actors, comics, illusionists and cantaores [...]

An amusing and completely credible post from Avui. Meanwhile Tío Lele has confirmed via a spokesman that he is completely happy with this, the final version of his corporate website. Apparently its brutal emptiness is a metaphor for the intangible aspects of making do without the brand. It would have been nice to include at [...]

Just had a chat with an associate of “Tío Lele”, responsible for a protection, ahem, scheme in Poble Nou and other parts. It is said that everyone’s favourite uncle is a bit disturbed about the apparent lack of progress on his website, which it had been understood would be appearing on OkieDokie.com.

The Catalan-Valencian-Balearic dictionary helpfully gives Spanish equivalents:
RESSALAR v. tr.
Tornar salar; salar excessivament; cast. resalar.
… that sometimes haven’t yet made it into the Royal Spanish Academy dictionary, either in the standard or the extended meaning–by analogy with “over-salted”, resalado/a is used familiarly for someone who is doubly delightful, gorgeous, and appears as such in Andalusian Caló [...]