Last night’s full moon was the biggest of 2009 – or, to put it another way, the moon passed closest to the earth yesterday on its eliptical orbit, making the full moon appear bigger than it will again during the year ahead.
For years there have been jokes about whether computers are male or female. (There are many variations on the theme, this link shows just one.) But has anyone ever actually tested a computer’s response to the different kinds of violencia de género (gender violence) as the Spanish insist on calling domestic violence?
Yes, computers are delicate mechanisms, and, if you physically mistreat one, it will no doubt break down eventually. But what about verbal abuse?
At last we have a – partial – answer:
You have been warned: don’t shout at your computer (or at least, don’t shout at your disk drive).
Fortunately, I think it’s still all right to make snide remarks.
It’s sad, isn’t it? that I should be writing a blog entry at 11:30pm on New Year’s Eve. Actually, it’s only indicative of the fact that the dinner isn’t cooked yet and I meant to do this hours ago and didn’t get a-round-tuit.
Although it’s only the 30th, people in the village are already beginning to round their conversations off with the phrase “feliz salida y entrada…”
It always seems such a mouthful to me, and I can never get the order right – subconsciously I think “happy exit and entrance” seems a bit cart-before-horsish, although in the context of the old year leaving before the new one comes in, it’s perfectly correct. Still, it twists my tongue every time, and today it’s set me thinking: Continue reading “successes, exits and happenings”
I’m used to the neighbours’ guard dogs objecting to my walking down their patch of road when I go for a walk, but this young animal seemed mighty friendly as he came to investigate when I passed the garden he was in this morning:
I wonder if he realises he’s probably destined to be guest of honour at the New Year meal next week.
Water, electricity, telephone, adsl… we tend to take them for granted, don’t we?
That’s one of the things about living in rural Spain: you never know whether the standard utilities will actually be available. You may go to bed with everything working fine and wake up – like I did today – with certain basic services unavailable.