Tengo tres semanas

Well three weeks today.

As is stands I´ve been in this ´flat´for two weeks now. Ridiculous. the entirity of my stay here. Luckily though it´s a pay as you go flat for travelers in a nice part of town. I walk out my front door and I see a beautiful building built by Antonio Gaúdi who is the architect credited for making barcelona the city it is today. as well as in sucessesion a gucci sotre, a lacoste store, and the landmark I use to find my street (I call Booberry) but it´s called something completely different... not sure of the actual name. If that gives you any idea if the area, and it should... it should come to no suprise that I pay 400€ a month(about 600$) to live in a fort in the living room.

By fort, I mean a double bed surrounded by a ´privacy curtain´which is a giant drapery around my living quarters. For the most part privacy has not been too big of an issue. the only other teneant in the flat is a woman from the bosque region of Spain who is, to put it lightly, a raging nut bag. She rarely ventures out of her room, so no real problem there either. The few times I have communicated with her it has been about intruders in her bathroom. The day I arrived here I was...exploring...the flat and happened to go into her private bathroom, and upon exit was accosted and verbally assaulted for my intrustion. The second run in I had with her, she told me that she had noticed ´certain traits´there within her bath, and that another woman had been using it. she is very protective of her bathing area, to say the least.

That though is the least of the problems here. On Thursday of last week, I decided to be adventurous. I went to try the spanish national dish: Paella. The previous evenign I met an American Girl travelling alone in an Irish pub, which are, odly enough, all over Barcelona. 27, gorgeous Graduate of NYU and a Masters from Columbia. You meet the most interesting people here, She told me her first hand account of the events of 9/11 (her apartment at the time was 2 blocks from ground zero). In order to get the most native experience, we went to the smallest shittiest run seafood place I could find to get...¨the best¨..seafood in BCN. Hardly. Moving on.. Afterwards we went to an Absinthe bar (establish in 1789) and I had my fair share of that magical substance....from that point on I can´t continue the narritive of the rest of that evening seeing as how I can´t recall the specific events.

THOUGH: the morning. I awoke the following morning in the bathroom of my flat in a panic. I had absolutely no idea where I was, who I was or what had happened to put me in the shower of a bathroom I had ´never seen before´. What had jarred me awake though was the smell of cigarette smoke and the clanging of dishes in the kitchen.

I´ll take this time to explain the amenities that come complimentary with the rental of this flat: laundry service: my gym shorts have been hanign on the closeline outside for two days with birdshit all over them.

cleaning service: dofferent maid everyday, and they wont stop moving my things around, I´ve lost a few accessories to my computer, a pair of blue jeans, a cloth belt that was lent to me by a Sea Captain, a power outlet converter for fucking stupid spanish outlets, as well as my spanish-english dictionary.

Kitchen ware: to be explained below

wireless internet: I´ve fucked my laptop. American voltage standard is 110v, Europe is 220v Ther einlies the problem. useless to me now

Cable TV: All american programing with TERRIBLE TERRIBLE TERRIBLE spanish dubbing..though I rather like Me Llamo Earl.

Dish explination: the morning I awoke from what I vaugly remember to be a night of absinth haze/food poisoning by the smell of cigarrtetes and the clanging of dishes, my landlords decided it was in the best interest of thisflat for them to remove all of the cooking ware and dishware from our kitchen. leaving us with 1 plate and one glass in a plastic container they decided to place on my bed. No matter how many times I return this container to the kitchen, each morning it returns to the foot of my bed. Unfortunately, I can get no clear explination for why this keeps happening. None of the maids, or my landlords speak a word of English.

Enough bitching about the flat. It´s an adventure to be sure. none of these things actually concern me too terribly. I´me fine here, and and more than thankful I don´t have to sleep in the streets. Apart fromt he general weirdness of the operation of this establishment. Things have been spectacualr.

On a more positice note: my job is fucking phemonenal. I do two things predominantly: screen ¨new content¨ that my company can potentially buy the rights to sell and distribute and give my two cents about the website we just launched:
http://loko.tv

basically what I do is watch Short films all day long, and play on facebook. I do have some other tasks assigned to me such as redesigning the content catalog for the content my company owns the rights to distribute, and play Techno Wizard from planet Zebes (there is my new title charles).

I¨ve noticed quite an interesting phenomenon about the Generation I belong to... for posterity we´ll call in the intrinsi-tech generation. For me, using a computer is like using my fucking eyeballs. In the modern working wnvironment, alot of older peopel struggle. Using Word, Excel, The interweb...all of these simple tasks I´ve come to realize are not so simple for anyone older than lets say...27. In general that is, not to say that all old fogies don´t know how to operate a computer... they just weren´t bred to do it. For me, I was born with a mouse and keyboard in hand, and in the professional setting I´m a commodity because I can reset the wireless router when it oges down, or restart the computer when there is a tiny error...things that are I believe to be completely simple, completly mistify some older generations. realize what you have, and take advantage. for shizz my nizzes. We, thoguh, as a gneration are more connected to the outside world, less sheltered, more intelligent, and readily able to solve any propblem that comes our way via google, wikipedia, flicker, facebook, RSS, ect. ect.

we are the revolution. we are renaissance. And we will change the world.


okay, I´ll get off the soap box now.

at any rate... Ballister: I´ll upload some more pictures tomorrow or later this week at work. depending on what this spanihs bullshit internet allows me to do.


Adios,

Parker