Saturday, December 30, 2006
According to El Pais, a van filled with explosives was detonated in the parking structure of terminal four of the Barajas airport in Madrid. An anonymous caller called three times from the Basque Country to advise the police; during the last of the calls, El Pais reports that the male caller used ETA's name. The explosion occured in an area that was already cordoned off by police. It happened at 9:00 a.m. There were four light injuries reported. The Barajas airport is located about eight miles outside of central Madrid to the northeast.
The amagomundi staff is fine.
Our prediction: If it turns out that it was really ETA, not only will Zapatero's peace process with ETA have to end, but the conservative Partido Popular, which has been nipping at the PSOE's heels at every step, will soon come out and say something smug to the effect of, "We told you so." Not very helpful, we know, but that's how the PP do.
In unrelated news, Saddam Hussein was hanged in Bagdad. Certainly Iraq's problems are through.
Friday, December 29, 2006
The Roma are a proud, historic people. However, amagomundi recommends that you purchase your tree from a nursery.
And so ended our tranquil Sopranos Christmas.
Friday, December 22, 2006
We went to the Circulo de Bellas Artes to see Giles Tremlett present the Spanish translation of his fine new book, Ghosts of Spain. Present at the event was famous Spanish historian Paul Preston and famous Spanish journalist Iñaki Gabilondo. The Spanish title of the book is España ante sus fantasmas, published by Siglo XXI. It is a fascinating cultural study of contemporary Spanish culture as seen from the affectionate point of view of an English journalist. From the cocaine trade of Galicia to the prisons of Sevilla, and from the mass graves left behind by Franco to how the bikini saved Spain, this book has got it all. Seriously.
Above, as promised, we have Charlize Theron, who shares amagomundi's esteem for the finely groomed moustache. And below, Ms. Theron just before shooting Sweet November:
* Photo included with the implicit permission of Patricia Piccinini. Buy her art. It's great. Seriously.
Monday, December 18, 2006
On Friday we walked to the Plaza Mayor to look at all the Christmas gear. They really do have everything a family could want for the holidays. Fresh strips of cork and live chunks of moss to make your super-realistic nativity scene, and all the fresh trees you could want.
Most of this stuff has been harvested from the mountains above Madrid, although the majority of the decorations you see just behind us (above) is purchased wholesale from bargain plastic importers.
The cork, the moss and the trees, though, are the real Spanish deal, although they are probably not harvested on farms. Somehow we think that all of these particular Christmas goods are surreptitiously collected under the cover of night. Maybe it's the plastic bags used to contain the root ball of each tree. Or maybe it's the unmarked old white van parked next to the old gypsy lady who warms her hands at a charcoal fire in a metal bucket, waiting to sell you a tree in a leaky bucket.
We must say that the selection is terrific and we found the perfect tree for only 16 euros. You can bargain if you want.
The problem, you see, is getting the tree home when you don't have a car.
Here we are selecting the tree that we will adopt and take home with us.
Our tree, all wrapped up in his little diaper and ready to come home.
Walking from the Plaza Mayor to the nearest Metro stop, which is at Tirso de Molina. This particular stop has the added advantage of not requiring any transfers on our way home. Transfers are no good when you are lugging a tree in a box.
Walking. Pause for photo.
Walking. Tree. Getting. Heavier.
A is getting really tired here. We've come all the way from the Plaza Mayor, and now we are going to have to get that tree through the Metro turnstiles.
In the Plaza Tirso de Molina. Approaching Metro. Soon A will pass the tree back to S.
Finding an empty-ish Metro car. Pause for photo.
All trees ride for free. FYI.
The ride home. Relaxing. Thankfully it was not rush hour. Sometimes you have to push your way in. We did not have to do that this time.
Our Metro stop. Almost home.
Getting closer to home. We have climbed the stairs out of the Metro and are waiting to cross the street.
Allow us to say that this was one heavy little tree. He's short, but very dense. Although this photomontage might suggest that the tree project was a collaborative effort, in the interest of maintaining amagomundi's high standards of full disclosure and perfect honesty, we must inform our faithful readers that A carried the tree the whole time.
While we look happy enough, upon arriving home we were dismayed to learn that the tree was not exactly what we expected. After we had purchased a bucket at the local euro store to put our tree in, and having found some stones to put in the bucket to maintain the tree's vertical attitude, we finally unwrapped the root ball and settled our little tree into its new habitat. And what a surprise we had! The tree smelled exactly like (do not blanche, dear readers) wild animal piss. Yes. Underneath the sweet smell of fresh mountain pine, there is a strong scent of mountain animal urine. Imagine our surprise.
After trimming the tree and a bit of odor control (for the tree), A wrapped some gifts for our family. The tree smells much better, but it doesn't quite smell normal. It was pointed out by one of our faithful readers that, in yesterday's New York Times, there was an article about how in Nebraska "they prevent people from stealing little trees from parks and campuses and places like that by spraying them with wolf (or other mammal) urine. "It's called seasonal tree poaching, and it's happening everywhere. “When the tree is out in the cold, the smell is not noticeable,” says Mr. Baird, a landscape engineer at the University of Nebraska, but once the tree is inside and starts to warm up, “it’s nasty.”
Our beautiful little stinky tree.
Check back soon for a photo of Charlize Theron with a moustache!
Wednesday, December 13, 2006
It has come to our attention that Freddy the Prayer Warrior has been up to a bit of piggy mischief in his back yard. Well, we see your road kill hog blog and raise you two pig heads with sunglasses and one cigarette. The characters above only prove our initial assertion that we made on Tuesday, December 5th, when we said that pigs are the new fish for this season. The above hogs were photographed in a butcher shop in Barcelona near the Born neighborhood.
Spoiler! Below, we offer photos of some other butcher shop denizens. Stop reading here, dear faithful readers, if you are weak of heart or squeamish. We have it from a pretty good source that sheep heads are still great for making killer soups.
Small sheep heads and assorted guts, brains, hearts.
One large sheep head with guts. These photos were taken at a specialty butcher stand in a Barcelona market. The butcher specializes in interior organs and heads.
Memphis has nothing on Spain.
We invite our faithful readers to offer interpretations of this advertisement that we have seen throughout Madrid and Barcelona. In the image, we see famous Spanish actress Paz Vega, whose signature can just be made out there on the right, below the words "Chocolate Possession." If we read the poster from left to right, it appears that after eating this chocolate dessert item, famous Spanish actress Paz Vega has become a sensual chocolate person. But the chocolate treat looks alarmingly like poo. What are we to make of this? Does Paz Vega's signature add authenticity and authority to the Magnum brand? Is she suggesting that really good dessert items will make a nice white girl brown?
What does "chocolate possession" mean? Will Madrid be the next chocolate city? Is Magnum really the number one hand held ice cream brand?
Tuesday, December 05, 2006
The word on the street in Madrid is that pigs are the new fish. We have it from our customary source that the pig display is going to overtake the traditional fish display in terms of yuletide popularity.
Suckling pigs are the "it" foodstuff for this holiday season. Pick yours up today!
Get your fresh shrink-wrapped piggies here.
Do you dislike the flag of the Second Spanish Republic?
Do you hate Pedro Almodóvar?
Do you abhor Catalunya?
Do you hate people who come to Spain in boats?
Are you tired of José Luis Rodríguez Zapatero and the peace process with ETA?
Join the Falange!
Both of the Banco de Santander branches on Goya street had these posters pasted all over their windows. The posters are for the semi-fascist Falange party, which apparently still has a healthy membership in Spain. Founded by José Antonio Primo de Rivera in 1933, the Falange was the only official political organization allowed to exist during Franco's regime.
In the photo above, you can see a nice photo-montage of the different things that falangists don't like (clockwise from the upper left, the pictures correspond to the various questions we introduced above).
But why Santander? Sure, Santander is the capital of the autonomous region of Cantabria in northern Spain, but why post all these posters on the windows of the Banco de Santander? We do know that Santander is the only major city in Spain that still has a statue of the lil' dictator in their main public square, but this seems like a strange marketing campaign, doesn't it?
We at amagomundi think that the Falange's invitation would have been much more enticing if they had used positive imagery rather than negative imagery. For example:
Do you love long walks on the beach?
Do you love pastries and pork products?
Do you have a hankering for a beer right about now?
Tired of hatin'?
Join the Falange!
Franco's statue in Santander. Enjoy it while it lasts...
Friday, December 01, 2006
- AMAGOMUNDI QUOTATION OF THE DAY -
"I know there's a lot of speculation that these reports in Washington mean there's going to be some kind of graceful exit out of Madrid. This business about a graceful exit just simply has no realism to it whatsoever. We're going to stay in Madrid to get the job done as long as the government wants us there."