jennifer lopez (j.lo) is in australia

lying in bed, having just done 2 shifts, more to go until having saturday off... nursing a poop which needs to be given birth to soon..... jennifer lopez is in australia.... she just flashed up on the tv a moment ago, couldn't even watch, her very existence and the fact that she just flashed up on the tv makes me want to crawl up into a ball and mumble 'ploops, ploops!' self-defensively, and then run outside and run a big old white flag above my house..... how is this? well actually, despite not being able to recall any of lopez's work at the moment (wasn't she in an oliver stone film or something like that - highway or sthmg?), not even one song, the reality is that seeing lopez on the tv in australia makes you realize what dumb isolated rubes we all are round these parts..... just a thought or two of life in america makes u realize you're always gonna get better radio stations there - digital too (except for ryan seacrest who is a girl and gayer than aids) as opposed to the dumb english rednecks here.... same with the tv over there, you could watch some local tv in small town anywhere in america and feel you're getting something more culturally erudite than the anglo-saxon fare here, that's for sure.... some aussie here last nite offered to teach me how to hang-glide... he actually had hang-gliding equipment in his crib....we'll see if he's serious or no about it some other time when he's sober... i sat and watched him smoke a joint, i hadn't been around anyone smoking marijuana in YEARS...the smell is certainly as pungent as always....


see this song below? it's on high rotation (like all other songs are) on australian radio here, it's a sweedish techno styled song....

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rglaHc8vCQ8  (some techno music constantly on the radio in australia)

remember my buddy christine that i finished my last blog on her note? i emailed dr. phil's tv show yesterday to see if we can get christine on it as she now has a crystal meth problem instead of heroine...

strange memories time: early 1996, murcia, spain.... i was walking in a supermarket there in andalucia, a carefree 19 year old in the levante..... they were selling t-shirts, big bright orange ones with the word 'techno' on them and lots of splattering design around about it.... i remember i wore that shirt for weeks on end there in murcia hopefully not days in a row without washing it but can't remember.... what a magnificent corner of the Earth that place and alicante always seemed to be, naturally speaking.... the rolling low hills in the desert there, the 'huertas' growing crops with their carefully constructed irrigation piping systems carefully allotting precious water, one of western europe's genuine fruits baskets...... i remember a dream i had sleeping at nite one time there in murcia: my head had grown fruits or something like that instead of hair... actually it had grown out and into dreadlocks with the dust from the ceiling from the renovation work and the visits to the beach.... i remember the spanish girlfriend i made there, she was half swiss, the next year i'd bring a californian girlfriend back there and years later one from washington state....i always had wheels there, a small gold-colored seat 127.... ostensibly, my only achievements there were achieving some home renovations such as painting, etc and passing a pre-entrance university exam to get into the spanish university system... with the californian girl one time we accidentally drove into a bona-fide gypsy town after climbing a mountain there..... my buddy aurora the debt-collection lawyer lived in that town too.... another time, i met up with another californian buddy there on a weekend away from madrid and her spanish techno-listening ecstasy munchin' buddies... another time i stayed at a four-star hotel there and observed the low majestic rolling hills in the desert from the confines of the splendid hotel resort..... the train ride an hour north to alicante is magnificent and reveals the valleys and hills and huertas between the two towns.....

hear, this techno song was more popular in those days probably:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=StTvyvKeNzg  (robert miles)

i remember one time my father was in town and we had a paella bbq and he smoked some hashish right there with the rest of us, there was even a cop present who was probably smoking too, probably half of spain smokes hashish constantly however my father never had smoked any his entire life and it was a surprise to see him want to try it out there..... he said it never affected him, i know he told me that when he was a university student in spain him and his buddies would take amphetamines to stay awake days and study.... when i studied for my pre-entrance exam in murcia, i dumped my girlfriend the half-swiss girl in a really cold way, i'm a bit messed up like that, but anyway, once she was out of the picture, i had six solid weeks to swat hard and that's exactly what i did, for six weeks, i'd get up, make some madalenas (cakes) and milk for breakfast and sit at the table, cross my legs and put an elbow on the table and try to master the subject matter at hand: history of art, spanish language (grammar and suchlike) and whatever the other subject was, maybe modern history, for those six weeks in murcia, apart from some sparse renovations like sand-papering or painting, my entire life was the table and those books, later on i was in eton, england, right by windsor castle, you could actually see it from the crib i was in, when i called the automatic info line and kind of found out i passed that test, i say 'kind-of' because i was always so dumb at understanding things in spanish, i even had trouble understanding the recorded female voice saying 'apto' (apt=pass).....

i remember i often felt a beautiful connection to the land there, not that my genes were ever from that part of spain, so far south and all, still, driving around the little towns there, really brought something home there in terms of those hills, the scenery, the desert there.... i certainly never felt that bond with the land in china or america or elsewhere in europe......(the land in california is very excellent though, possibly the best in the world)

another time me and a buddy and his woman were rolling out to a beach there and he joked and said i had a flat tire, i spat the dummy and threw my icecream on the ground and we stopped the car and looked at the tire, there was nothing wrong with it and my buddy was laughing at my anger and the fact i'd wasted a perfectly good ice-cream

another time, some cops caught me driving late at nite up a one-way street in the wrong direction and completely drunk... i was in luck as one of them received an emergency call from the niteclub i was just at where a fight had broken out, i later found it, i think, and the guy grilling me told me i had just been very lucky, i got back into my car and drove another 200 metres and crawled into bed...i was about 19 or 20...

another time i gave a morrocan a ride back to his car which had run out of petrol..... he said i mustn't be from spain coz all the spaniards were too racist to give him a ride, but hey, let him build up morroco's wealth and then give a spaniard a free ride there when they go there to make some money i say

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