Showing posts with label July. Show all posts
Showing posts with label July. Show all posts

Friday, September 27, 2013

July | 2012 | Fleas and dogs in Barcelona


Porktie, an English language magazine in Barcelona is giving away a Vespa rental for two, which you can redeem at anytime in the next month.


These contests are genuine and awesome fun. I’ve already been to see ‘Exit through the gift shop’ in Monjuic’s open air cinema thanks to them, and T won the last Vespa contest.


All you have to do is go on Porkties’s Facebook page, ‘like’ em (obviously), and then when they announce the contest at 1pm today, you’ll need to leave a comment on the contest. Then comes the fun part, contact as many of your Facebook friends as you can and get them to ‘like’ your comment. The comment with the most number of ‘likes’ wins. Simples!


Mr.T got a ridiculous 59 votes last time, someone out there should break that record!






Oh the shame of it! I’ve become a symptom of my time. Head down, scurrying out to work and then wandering home, always lost inside my myopic little world of worries; it took a facebook post for me to realise my neighbourhood squat has been evicted and bricked up.


Now Barrialonia, as it was called, was not just a squat.


It was a community center. It used to host concerts, political meetings and community parties. They celebrated Id last year by cooking up a massive pot of biriyani and setting tables and chairs out on La Rambla del Raval for an open air picnic for the neighbourhood.


They organised makeshift movie nights on the Rambla with a small projector and screen, and anyone interested just had to park their bum on the street and get comfortable. They hosted debates and talks about Real Democracy and kept the movement alive between the more high-profile marches.


The council’s reasons for shutting the squat down are ‘structural concerns’ with the building. They used similar excuses to shut down other squats in Barcelona in the past, including la Makabra, Miles de Viviendas and Ruina Amalia. In all these cases, the squats served as community centres which hosted art classes and exhibitions, spaces for political debate and spaces to celebrate cultures.


What follows is usually either swift demolition of the building or comprehensive bricking up of all entrances, which is then followed by….. nothing.


Nada.


They won’t attempt to replace the space with a council built community center, sports center or art space. They can’t afford to. That much is blatantly obvious, this being an economic crisis and all. So why go and kick the sand box over in the first place? Is it so bad to have people with initiative doing something in their community?


Dear government, haven’t you realised it is the people with ideas, opinions and initiative who will save you from this nightmarish crisis?






Earlier this year for my birthday, I decided to buy myself a water lily. I ordered it online from Penlan Perennials.


My little lily arrived, was duly planted, and promptly withered and died. When moving house we were about to fling it out but realised that under the rotten mess, there were new shoots. So the lily moved house with us. Then sat in a plastic bag in the bathroom for about a week. Then got dumped in plant pot with an inch of water over it.


Then, for no logical reason, it decided to fight like a muthafuka!


Yay!


To celebrate this little clear water revival we had going, I decided we needed biodiversity. Sadly the aquatic frogs in the fish shop were too delicate for al fresco living and the turtles were bought and returned within 12 hours. I fulfilled a childhood dream of having turtles, but they tried to eat the lily.


I know. Duh!


I then decided to take my little fish net, a glass jar and a reluctant husband (who eventually had more fun that he’ll admit) down to Parc Ciutadella to gather pond creatures instead.


My ambitions were small. A water boatman, pond skater, water beetle or similar. I had no hopes of tadpoles or dragonfly larvae.


What we found instead was nothing but barren ponds. Even the big boating pond appeared to have nothing more than fish, turtles and crayfish (the cockroaches of the fresh water world). No insects. Zilch!


I’m naively shocked. Yes this is in the middle of a large crowded city, and we’ve made no place for the poor wee buggers, but insects are tenacious. They don’t need a gilded invitation or the red carpet rolled out. They turn up, steal your spot on the couch, kick their shoes off, switch the telly on and ask for a beer.


A near complete absence of the single most important section of the ecosystem, from what I assumed was a natural oasis (park pond) makes me suspect the good city of Barcelona is waging chemical warfare on our little amigos.


Internet research threw up very little on treatment of water for public ponds. You can read the latest on pond conservation at the European Pond Conservation Network, but it’s very boffin (UK Slang for scientist) orientated and has no papers on urban conservation. Boo!


One study which does look promising is the Reading Urban Pond Project by students at Reading University. The students have created several ponds in the city of Reading and then left them as blank canvases. They are now going to monitor nature’s ability to populate these ponds and what level of biodiversity can be achieved by simply letting it be.


Have I revealed too much of my inner geek with this post?


Possibly. But…..


It’s not all topless lesbians and waking up in a nest of beer cans people, it’s also about making space for the frogs.


Start your biodiversity patch today! Bring back insects to Barcelona!






After craving Ramen Noodles for months and months, I finally broke.


I found a relatively easy looking recipe, which used plain language and explained all most of the Japanese terms.


For the ingredients I went to Yang Kuang, on 12 Passeig de Sant Juan near Arc de Triomf. This is a brilliant wee store specializing in imported Chinese food. I found most of the ingredients I needed, enough to not feel bad about ignoring the rest anyway. I also bought a bag of frozen pork and vegetable dumplings for about 2.75 Euros, and they tasted awesome!


If you go looking for this place, ignore the other poncy ‘gourmet’ shops on the street. You will get half the selection and pay double the price. Yang Kuang looks like a warehouse and the produce is all garish plastic, and vacuum packed bags with cheap paper labels. A more reassuring sign of authenticity than wicker baskets and pretty labels.


Anyway, almost 24 hours after starting to cook…… ta da!



The recipe I kinda followed:


Confessions
I used ready made chicken stock, ginger paste and pepper to make the soup, instead of this whole carry on (described below). I used Pak choi instead of spinach, and I couldn’t find naruto (a slice of cured fish with a pink swirly pattern). I bought spicy bamboo shoot instead of shinachiku and cheap rice wine instead of sake.


Note: Don’t be a eejeet like me and ask the Chinese shop girls about the ingredients; although they all have Chinese origins the recipe uses Japanese names.


Shoyu Ramen


Ingredients: (for 4 servings)


1kg chicken bones for 1.5 liter chicken soup,1 white onion (leek), 30 grams ginger, 2 liters water, 4-5 tablespoons soy sauce, 3 tablespoons sake, 1/3 teaspoon salt, a little pepper and sesame oil, 4 balls of chinese noodles, 8 pieces yakibuta (chinese pork ham), 4 pieces naruto, 1/2 bunch spinach, 1/2 sheet nori, 1/2 green onion, a little shinachiku (chinese flavored bamboo shoots)


Preparation


Soup:
1. Clean chicken bone, remove fat and sinew, wash well. Then cut it into large butsugiri.
2. Boil water in pot, put bones in it. Boil bones until the color of the bone changes. Place bones on strainer to drain water.
3. Prepare a large deep pot with water (1.5 liter), leek, ginger, and bones together. Start to boil on a high flame.
4. When it comes to a boil, skim the scum.
5. Continue heating for 1 hour with mid-low flame, while skimming the scum often.
6. Filter it on the bowl by strainer with thin cloth or kitchen towel on top. Add Soya sauce to taste.


Toppings:
1. Cut spinach into strips and steam.
2. Cut nori into quarter sizes.
3. Slice green onion into thin koguchigiri (thin slice), soak in water, then dry with cloth or paper towel.


Putting the dish together:
1. Heat up soup stock, add soy sauce, sake, salt, pepper and sesame oil.
2. Boil water in a large pot, boil noodles till just cooked (about 4 min).
3. Set serving bowls warm, pour soup, put noodles.
4. Add yakibuta, naruto, spinach, shinachiku and nori on top.
5. Shake pepper and garnish with green onion as desired.


This is the most common way to make Shoyu Ramen. To make it much easier use ready made soup sock.


If yakibuta pork is not available, make it as follows:


Set 600 grams of pork block tied with cotton string in tsukejiru soup for a while. Tsukejiru (1 teaspoon grated ginger, 3 tablespoons of each sugar, soy sauce and sake, a little pepper). Put oil in a chinese frying pan, fry the block of meat until it browned, add rest of tsukejiru in to pan and cook in the oven till tender (about an hour).





These young ladies were feeling repressed as a result of their sexuality.


So they painted their nipples black and drove through the city on the top of a bus.


I don’t think they feel repressed any more.






Since I neglected the photo blog project, the order of pictures has been completely messed up. This picture is from Sunday last week.


This was taken in the hot harsh dawn of the San Juan party on Bogatell beach. Doesn’t she look peaceful?






The Rainbow is cool.


I know it. You know it. The baby knows it.




Wednesday, September 18, 2013

July | 2013 | A Dog With Fleas

Life keeps you busy with tasks that take away from what you truly love…..which for me is my blog.  And while life gets in the way and I’ve always intended to get back on here, it has just taken a little longer than usual.


But thankfully, I have found the time to carve out of my life to get back to what truly makes me happy.


In the time I’ve been away so much has happened and my life has changed….and I have changed.


I ended up finding a job on the last week that my severance was to run out.  Which was a blessing.  It is with a Real Estate Agency.  While I want to love this job, it has turned out to be nothing as was promised or expected.  If you have ever seen “The Devil Wears Prada”, that is my life on an everyday basis.  Me being the Assistant and my boss being the Devil.  I took a huge pay cut, but a girl has got to do what a girl has to do.  While I do not see myself there long-term, it is a paycheck and it gives me a clear idea of how I never want to act when and if I ever own a company.




I should have know what I was getting into when a girl who only works weekends saw me there my second week at work and said “Oh…you’re still here? Boss Spawn From Hell (as she will be called) has gone through three assistants in 9 months!! Not a good thing to hear on your second week of work, but I can see why it was said.


The next big change was I finally moved and found a new place to stay. Not really by choice!! With a cut in pay and having difficulty paying the rent, my landlord thought it was time I found some place new to live. Stress to the max!! But one thing I will say, is he was really nice about it and forgave my past rent and gave me time to find a new place to live and promised to give me good references to my new landlord. Which was a blessing. So in one month, I packed up a huge five-bedroom house, sold many of my personal belongings and found a two-bedroom duplex two miles from my old home. Is has been tiring and trying, but I have now been in my new home since June 30 and couldn’t be happier the way things turned out.


And the last big change was my mother and I decided to share the place together. At first I held off on this because I didn’t want to live with any and wanted to go about living my life with the ability to come and go and not report to anyone. But my mother missed living down here and I really enjoy having her here. She was a big help and savior in all of this. And was with me that last day moving out of my old place as I lugged everything except three large pieces of furniture from 9am Sunday and did not finish moving until 5am Monday Morning. My mom being with me every step of the way even though she was exhausted from her move the day prior.


It will take a little used to having someone as a roommate, but my mother and I discussed our downfalls from when we lived with each other before and think this will work out. It will be good for both of us in the long run, and I am so blessed to have such an amazing woman help me after all I have done to wrong her.


A lot of the same cast of characters are still in my life, and it is funny how they all disappeared when the going got rough. Blue Eyes (yes, him and I still see each other) was nothing but a source of frustration and anger as he couldn’t see why I couldn’t spend time with him during all of this.


The Bartender is still in the picture…but no longer. He ended up becoming a no-show a week before my move and did not offer a thing, even though I woke up early on many of my Sundays off to take him to work when his car died.


Mr. Greenjeans is still hanging around, but again after all his promises of coming to help….go figure, he did not.


The Fisherman and I started to rekindle something, but his constant secrecy made me put a quick end to that.


Mr. New York would have helped and offered words or encouragement, but he is in New York and couldn’t help.


And yes…..TDWF is and has been out of my life since September 2012 when I kicked him out of my car for the last time. So he is finally a moot point in my life.


The only good thing about moving is I have not given any of these people my new landline phone number nor my new address. And they are not going to get it either. They have proven their worth….which equals nothing. After all I have given up for them and done for them, not once was an offer (except by Mr. Greenjeans) ever extended. Being the proud person I am, I didn’t even ask. I paid two guys I found off of Craigslist $ 75 to move the large things and the rest was up to me and my mother to move the rest. It was hard and laborious…and I even went to work that Monday when I finally finished moving at 5am. But at least I do not owe them anything. Which is exactly how I wanted it.


And my mother was right….they were all quiet the week/s leading up to the move, and the next day after all the texts and called started flying in from all of them. Mothers really know best.


But at the end of the day, I can proud that I did it all on my own without any help from them. Without that hanging over my shoulder and coming back to bite me in the ass.


I hope I can learn that the only people you can rely on are your family and true friends. And not any of these people that I give free passes to on a daily basis. And for what? In the end, it turns out for nothing.