Every for yours I sink a month of my life watching as much football as possible.
Any cultured individual should do so, at least watching the final and a couple of notable matches should be compulsory for anybody wanting to be up to date with the world around us, I find irritating the pompous people that belittle the most important sport in the planet ignoring its obvious influence beyond the mere sporting aspects of it..
This time in particular the winning of Spain saw Castillians, Canarians, some Basques (not too many), Galicians and most other Spanish groups supporting a team composed mostly of Catalonian players, and with the win, a country that became more optimistic about its future in spite of horrendous economic conditions.
A country held together by a group of young determined men kicking a ball. Pure poetry.
- Barcelona (well, not really but thereabouts)
I was there for a few days. Went for a couple of long walks in the mountains, eat as stupendously as one always does there, bought lots of good vino and watched football commentated in German (long history), which was mesmerizing.
- IT mercenary activities report
Contract renewed. Mission accomplished.
- Head hunted? Not.
Argh! They offered too little money.
It will not last. IT shops are finding out that their reliance on outsourcing to India has no future: the turnaround of personnel is too high: once a young enthusiastic chap in India becomes any good, he moves on to get a better salary, which leaves the client back in UKia with an additional cost to train somebody. Rinse, repeat, no profit.
Of course if UKian (and USian) companies would pay a bit more to those Indian chaps they would have some company loyalty, but not being stupid, they opt for moving on as fast as they can.
A big IT operation I know off will cancel its support contract with a mammoth Indian company: the expected cost efficiencies never materialized.
We merciless contractors are picking up all the broken dishes....
Ran 10k as slowly as I could push myself to do so. I had back and knee niggles, so it was better to avoid any strains.
Battle of Algiers, Soylent Green, Things to Come, the Girl with the dragon tattoo.
I am suffering Lisbeth Salander withdrawal symptoms.
Actually Monica Figuerola withdrawal symptoms (she is more my type of girl: Amazonian and 15 cm taller than me).
I have fallen in a Swedish period: I am watching all the first session of the excellent Swedish police drama "Wallander" after having read all books about that Salander girl and watched the first pacey movie based on the books.
Yeah, my place is ladden with IKEA stuff. so there. Just bought biography of Greta Garbo also.
Can fate round it all up and send me a Swedish girl?
The PROMS started in earnest and we were served for starters Die Meistersinger von Nurnberg (in German) and Simon Bocanegra with Placido Domingo.
What a pair of blissful days.
I have not heard Meistersinger on its entirety before, so it was with great expectation that I attended a most absorbing performance with Bryn Terfel as Hans Sachs. Unmissable.
But the PROM of the season (and of many years to come) was Placido Domingo signing the title role of Verdi's period political intrigue.
Listening to Domingo live is one of those experiences that stay with you forever: his voice would apparently not be big, but on base of vocal technique he can fill the gargantuan Royal Albert Hall and stir the audience, in no few cases to tears!
Like if Domingo's musicality was not enough to captivate the audience, he offered theatricality by spades: when his character reaches the bitter end of his life Domingo literally dived on the hard surface of the stage. The thump of his body hitting the floor was heard in all the Hall, and for a few dramatic seconds full of anxiety, people began to wonder if Domingo had actually gone to that great Opera House in the sky.
I hope all the above is not totally incoherent, I am falling sleep already. Zzzzzzzzzzz......
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