Song of the day: “Forever” by Chris Brown. Definitely a new one for me, considering I’d never heard it before I saw a cute Youtube video where a couple had set up their wedding as some sort of show and played this song. Very cute…the video as well as the song.
Last night we managed a successful edit after all; managing a solid nine pages before the night came to an end. Yay. It worked perfectly, the scenes, I mean. It actually had me all positive minded before going to bed…especially when the edit had been going so horrible in the past few days.
But lets get to the day:
I wake this morning with the song in my head, going on, and on, and on. Hah. Seriously though, not a bad song at all.
I’m pretty sore of yesterday’s “weaving”, but after a few stretches, I feel good enough to face the day.
After the morning rituals, and arriving in the house, the usual dip in the pool is followed by the morning chores; big brother and I soon settle down for the edit and in the hours that pass we actually manage to add another ten pages to the “done” section. That sure feels good.
The day is cooler again - just a tad - so when we head outside to get to work in the yard, it is rather pleasant. Since I made an error yesterday with the first reed mat, I ask grandpa to cut the wires and set the stems down for me while I prepare for the new one.
By the time I finish today’s first mat, my fingers are starting to develop some mild rope-burn, but with little sister’s arrival, we soon manage to weave a second one and put it with the other two. Rope burn is starting to get serious by this time, but I’m determined to make a fourth today, so one section of the 8-section roof is done.
Nearing dusk, with four done rolls set aside, my fingers completely numb, it is time to get dressed in long pants and hiking boots, so we can head out to get a new batch of reed. Also, considering I lost my dagger last night, (it got pretty dark there, by the time we finished, and it slipped from its necklace sheath) we return to the same spot. It takes only a couple of minutes to locate the dagger, and with it carefully stashed in the car, we get to work.
It isn’t until darkness has fallen almost completely, several cuts in my hands (no matter, they were numb already anyway, hah) that we have the back of the defender loaded up and are on our way home.
My back is sore all over again, no surprise there, considering I was bent over for the better part of the afternoon. Once we get home and have made our way through the insane pack, I soak in the pool for several minutes, stretching every single muscle in my body before I feel comfortable enough to head into the house for a very late dinner.
Little brother prepared Tikka Masala, and it’s pretty darn good, albeit a little light on the stomach (undoubtedly I’ll be hungry again before midnight) after a busy day. Hah. No matter, however, soon it is time to head on up to my cabin and start on the final part of the night. Maybe we’ll manage another edit, I don’t know.
Saturday, August 1, 2009
Thursday, July 30, 2009
Reed weaving, some pics.
Song of the day: “Mr. Rock & Roll” by Amy MacDonald. I have this one in my head often, don’t I? Ah well, good for discerning the pattern.
Very little editing done today, so it would appear that I have little to say about it, obviously; it was rather annoying actually since yesterday it didn’t work all that well either.
Nothing to do about it, so we headed upstairs earlier than usual…which might not have been the smartest idea, considering it was a tad hot around four in the afternoon.
But, be that as it may, I did some finishing touches, such as painting the window-frame for little brother’s room, before I set to working on “weaving” reed mats for the courtyard project.
Since grandpa did it before, he shows me how to do it and then leaves me to it while he and big brother resume working on the old horse stable.
Halfway into the process, phew.
Second one done at last. The dogs have to sniff it, of course.
And more stored reed on top of the carport.
The process is rather exhausting and awful on the back, but by the time the afternoon turns into the evening two mats are done and get set aside. There’s still some reed from yesterday’s trip, and big brother and I set it aside before we head out to get a new batch.
We locate a different spot to get them today, a nice selection that takes us an hour to gather, with more than enough left for us to return there another day. Once again we worked up a good sweat; for some reason, cutting reed does more to the body than a workout. I prefer to see that as an advantage, saves me from having to do my exercises.
Well, that’s about all I’m going to do today. I’m rather tired and I still need to try another edit.
Very little editing done today, so it would appear that I have little to say about it, obviously; it was rather annoying actually since yesterday it didn’t work all that well either.
Nothing to do about it, so we headed upstairs earlier than usual…which might not have been the smartest idea, considering it was a tad hot around four in the afternoon.
But, be that as it may, I did some finishing touches, such as painting the window-frame for little brother’s room, before I set to working on “weaving” reed mats for the courtyard project.
Since grandpa did it before, he shows me how to do it and then leaves me to it while he and big brother resume working on the old horse stable.
Halfway into the process, phew.
Second one done at last. The dogs have to sniff it, of course.
And more stored reed on top of the carport.
The process is rather exhausting and awful on the back, but by the time the afternoon turns into the evening two mats are done and get set aside. There’s still some reed from yesterday’s trip, and big brother and I set it aside before we head out to get a new batch.
We locate a different spot to get them today, a nice selection that takes us an hour to gather, with more than enough left for us to return there another day. Once again we worked up a good sweat; for some reason, cutting reed does more to the body than a workout. I prefer to see that as an advantage, saves me from having to do my exercises.
Well, that’s about all I’m going to do today. I’m rather tired and I still need to try another edit.
Wednesday, July 29, 2009
Surfing the Net and stuff.
Song of the day: I’ve no idea what the title is; it’s from some kind of Bollywood movie I saw ages ago. I hardly know the lyrics, seeing as it’s Hindi, but what the hey: It’s there.
Today was a total bust edit wise. Big brother and I had to go to town to figure out some mix up with the car insurance, and we had to go to the Gestoria (they arrange official stuff ‘round here) to finally get my official car papers. Yay. I am now the official owner of a Land Rover Defender. It’s my first, and I gotta admit that it was a pretty darn good buy. Hah.
But anyway, even though with the insurance everything worked out to satisfaction, it is quite impossible to set my mind to edit work, so instead of getting to it once we’re at home, the morning chores are dealt with and a much needed dip in the pool is behind me, I decide to roam the net a bit.
Oh, this reminds me, while sitting at the insurance broker’s place, I read the local paper, and according to an article I read there, the Spanish fir is actually flourishing due to climate change.
After many years of draughts, plagues and God knows what else, since last year the firs are flourishing at an incredible rate. Well, such news always cheers me up; nothing like a bit of good news for a change.
Second bit of news: New rules along the Andalusia coast. Fishermen can only be there after 9 PM ‘till 10 AM.
Radios, cassette players of music players of any kind, including musical instruments, are no longer allowed in certain areas. If one has the nerve to take them along, it’ll cost that unfortunate individual a 300 € fine.
Beach masseurs (apparently they were all the thing near Marbella) need to qualify at city hall, and pay 105 € to get a certificate, all of this to protect the unsuspecting tourist of course. Now, personally I don’t see why anyone would let a total stranger massage him or her on the beach, but what the heck. According to the article, ten people already applied, but they all want to have the Puerto Banus beach, since they get the best tips there. *sigh*
Another couple of local beaches have new rules where you can’t have a fire anymore, no more dogs, (unless you want to be fined) you can’t have beach games anymore either, unless you are in a designated area, and only certain games.
Then there are beaches where you aren’t allowed to go further from the shore than 25 meters (approx. 30 yards) to ensure safety, or some such.
Really, these sorts of rules make me frown. What am I? An idiot, who can’t be allowed to measure out something sensibly and maybe take a risk or two if I’m so inclined. Does the average person need to be protected against oneself, or something? What about personal responsibility…it seems that in the name of safety, any and all freedom can be taken away.
I swear, when I read this sort of thing, it always reminds of movies such as “I Robot” where some computer (aka the ones in control) decide that for me to live safely, it would simply be best to lock everyone up in a padded room where at least they’ll (humanity) be safe.
The Spanish authorities have reported an increase in convicting drivers that saw it fit to drive around the country without a valid drivers license (or none, in many cases), which, according to the article can result in 3 to 6 month incarceration and a hefty fine. The demographic, apparently, are men over 50, mostly foreigners, who see it fit to tour through Spain when they can’t do it elsewhere. And then there are all sorts of violations, now punishable by incarceration: Reckless driving, driving without license points, drunk or drugged: All of them punishable by 3 months to 2 years in prison. They did state that if one doesn’t have a prior record it is likely that the judge will rule for civil service or a hefty fine instead. Well, that certainly is nice to know.
Another nice tidbit: the risk for getting skin cancer (the most dangerous kind) is 75% for anyone who frequents a sun bed/tanning bed before the age of thirty. Big surprise. Now the fun part (not a fun haha, mind you) is that we were talking about this in the car, right before reading the piece. I was saying that I was convinced that sun beds HAD to be far more dangerous than the sun itself (the sun is vital nonetheless, considering it provides vitamin E and D, and all sorts of essential stuff to survive) and voila, there it was, written down in black and white. Now what are the chances of that, I ask you? It must have been in the air, hah.
The forest fires in Spain appear to be pretty bad. Another death was added to those that already fell during the past few weeks. From what I’ve heard, people started most of the fires, so that goes to show that you can find idiots anywhere. Personally, I don’t see the attraction for lighting a forest fire. I mean, what’s the point? Ah well, arsonists, they’re a breed apart, or so I’ve seen in movies. Remember Donald Sutherland in “Backdraft”: Perfectly, and utterly insane. Fun to see in a movie, but definitely not someone I’d want to meet in real life.
New trend in the Netherlands, I believe: You can buy a hug-day…I know, I was like: “Huh?” too. Apparently, you can buy one for yourself, or someone else, and then proceed to spend a day hugging cows. Yep, you read it right. COWS! I had no idea that this was in demand, but…yeah…okay: It takes all kinds, I guess.
Also, there appears to be a town called “Fucking” in Austria, of which the population is outraged about tourists going there to make-out in front of the town and snap a picture. Now, first of all, why would that be remotely interesting to do (as a tourist, that is) and second…yeah, it might be a good idea to change the name of the town just a bit; that should keep the nutters at bay, I would think.
And than, the winner of all articles: Text messaging in the car is more dangerous than talking in the phone. DUHUH! REALLY?
Wow, I really had no idea that writing a message on a tiny screen with tiny buttons to press, would be more dangerous than just talking to your best bud on the phone.
Gawd. The things that fill up space, it boggles the mind at times.
Well that, basically, sums up a day of surfing over all the “interesting” bits of news on the Web. I don’t know; I might have done better in getting down to the edit, ‘cause I have that distinct feeling of my brain shorting out - the way it tends to do whenever I read this kind of crap.
On to the day:
When I finally finish with my messages it’s time (a little late, actually) to head up to the carport and start on today’s building. While big brother and grandpa headed up to the old horse stable to do some repairs on it, I started on little brother’s window. I actually manage to get the entire thing done in the hours available - minus the painting, that is - and both little brother and sister helped with the process, which is always fun.
Afterwards, running a little later than we’d intended we hear out to get more reed. The temperatures are a tad higher than the last few times, and half an hour into the cutting (heavy work that) perspiration is literally streaming down my face. Phew. We got a good load, though, filled the cab up to the windows.
Once home there is the necessary dip in the pool - my, does that stuff itch and sting - we head into the crazy pack to have dinner before the evening draws to an end.
Yep, only another edit to go and then it’s off to bed for me.
Today was a total bust edit wise. Big brother and I had to go to town to figure out some mix up with the car insurance, and we had to go to the Gestoria (they arrange official stuff ‘round here) to finally get my official car papers. Yay. I am now the official owner of a Land Rover Defender. It’s my first, and I gotta admit that it was a pretty darn good buy. Hah.
But anyway, even though with the insurance everything worked out to satisfaction, it is quite impossible to set my mind to edit work, so instead of getting to it once we’re at home, the morning chores are dealt with and a much needed dip in the pool is behind me, I decide to roam the net a bit.
Oh, this reminds me, while sitting at the insurance broker’s place, I read the local paper, and according to an article I read there, the Spanish fir is actually flourishing due to climate change.
After many years of draughts, plagues and God knows what else, since last year the firs are flourishing at an incredible rate. Well, such news always cheers me up; nothing like a bit of good news for a change.
Second bit of news: New rules along the Andalusia coast. Fishermen can only be there after 9 PM ‘till 10 AM.
Radios, cassette players of music players of any kind, including musical instruments, are no longer allowed in certain areas. If one has the nerve to take them along, it’ll cost that unfortunate individual a 300 € fine.
Beach masseurs (apparently they were all the thing near Marbella) need to qualify at city hall, and pay 105 € to get a certificate, all of this to protect the unsuspecting tourist of course. Now, personally I don’t see why anyone would let a total stranger massage him or her on the beach, but what the heck. According to the article, ten people already applied, but they all want to have the Puerto Banus beach, since they get the best tips there. *sigh*
Another couple of local beaches have new rules where you can’t have a fire anymore, no more dogs, (unless you want to be fined) you can’t have beach games anymore either, unless you are in a designated area, and only certain games.
Then there are beaches where you aren’t allowed to go further from the shore than 25 meters (approx. 30 yards) to ensure safety, or some such.
Really, these sorts of rules make me frown. What am I? An idiot, who can’t be allowed to measure out something sensibly and maybe take a risk or two if I’m so inclined. Does the average person need to be protected against oneself, or something? What about personal responsibility…it seems that in the name of safety, any and all freedom can be taken away.
I swear, when I read this sort of thing, it always reminds of movies such as “I Robot” where some computer (aka the ones in control) decide that for me to live safely, it would simply be best to lock everyone up in a padded room where at least they’ll (humanity) be safe.
The Spanish authorities have reported an increase in convicting drivers that saw it fit to drive around the country without a valid drivers license (or none, in many cases), which, according to the article can result in 3 to 6 month incarceration and a hefty fine. The demographic, apparently, are men over 50, mostly foreigners, who see it fit to tour through Spain when they can’t do it elsewhere. And then there are all sorts of violations, now punishable by incarceration: Reckless driving, driving without license points, drunk or drugged: All of them punishable by 3 months to 2 years in prison. They did state that if one doesn’t have a prior record it is likely that the judge will rule for civil service or a hefty fine instead. Well, that certainly is nice to know.
Another nice tidbit: the risk for getting skin cancer (the most dangerous kind) is 75% for anyone who frequents a sun bed/tanning bed before the age of thirty. Big surprise. Now the fun part (not a fun haha, mind you) is that we were talking about this in the car, right before reading the piece. I was saying that I was convinced that sun beds HAD to be far more dangerous than the sun itself (the sun is vital nonetheless, considering it provides vitamin E and D, and all sorts of essential stuff to survive) and voila, there it was, written down in black and white. Now what are the chances of that, I ask you? It must have been in the air, hah.
The forest fires in Spain appear to be pretty bad. Another death was added to those that already fell during the past few weeks. From what I’ve heard, people started most of the fires, so that goes to show that you can find idiots anywhere. Personally, I don’t see the attraction for lighting a forest fire. I mean, what’s the point? Ah well, arsonists, they’re a breed apart, or so I’ve seen in movies. Remember Donald Sutherland in “Backdraft”: Perfectly, and utterly insane. Fun to see in a movie, but definitely not someone I’d want to meet in real life.
New trend in the Netherlands, I believe: You can buy a hug-day…I know, I was like: “Huh?” too. Apparently, you can buy one for yourself, or someone else, and then proceed to spend a day hugging cows. Yep, you read it right. COWS! I had no idea that this was in demand, but…yeah…okay: It takes all kinds, I guess.
Also, there appears to be a town called “Fucking” in Austria, of which the population is outraged about tourists going there to make-out in front of the town and snap a picture. Now, first of all, why would that be remotely interesting to do (as a tourist, that is) and second…yeah, it might be a good idea to change the name of the town just a bit; that should keep the nutters at bay, I would think.
And than, the winner of all articles: Text messaging in the car is more dangerous than talking in the phone. DUHUH! REALLY?
Wow, I really had no idea that writing a message on a tiny screen with tiny buttons to press, would be more dangerous than just talking to your best bud on the phone.
Gawd. The things that fill up space, it boggles the mind at times.
Well that, basically, sums up a day of surfing over all the “interesting” bits of news on the Web. I don’t know; I might have done better in getting down to the edit, ‘cause I have that distinct feeling of my brain shorting out - the way it tends to do whenever I read this kind of crap.
On to the day:
When I finally finish with my messages it’s time (a little late, actually) to head up to the carport and start on today’s building. While big brother and grandpa headed up to the old horse stable to do some repairs on it, I started on little brother’s window. I actually manage to get the entire thing done in the hours available - minus the painting, that is - and both little brother and sister helped with the process, which is always fun.
Afterwards, running a little later than we’d intended we hear out to get more reed. The temperatures are a tad higher than the last few times, and half an hour into the cutting (heavy work that) perspiration is literally streaming down my face. Phew. We got a good load, though, filled the cab up to the windows.
Once home there is the necessary dip in the pool - my, does that stuff itch and sting - we head into the crazy pack to have dinner before the evening draws to an end.
Yep, only another edit to go and then it’s off to bed for me.
The window is in!
Song of the day: “Lay lady lay” by Gemma Hayes and Magnet, which is a song I first heard when I saw the movie, Mr. & Mrs. Smith. It took me a while to like it but apparently it settled in nicely once I did.
The edit went well last night, bringing us to a solid hundred pages, while sitting on my porch, overlooking the valley that stretches out before our mountain. It was quite amazing to see night clouds roll in from the sea; a thick wall of mist that hit the lights of the town that lid them up to a bright orange.
It was still thirty degrees when we got to the porch, but considering the mercury was another two degrees higher inside the cabin, it was the best we could do, anyway. Managed another three pages in last night’s edit, so…Yay.
During the night I had a muscle cramp in my right calf - ouch - that actually woke me up from a rather nice sleep, and it took me several minutes to battle the problem and fell back to sleep.
The usual morning sequence today, so I’m going to skip it. The weather is absolutely divine when I head down to the house, promising a very nice day where the temperatures are warm (around 30 degrees) but not sweltering.
Amri’s limp is almost completely gone by now, he only complains of it on rare occasions on our way down. Laundry and other chores get dealt with, and then we sit down for the edit. We manage to start pretty fast and in the hours that follow we edit/rewrite almost six pages…which is like, awesome for a morning job.
Good scene, very dramatic; heroine is hurt pretty bad, the hero needs to find medical aid, she doesn’t want it, yadayadayada. Telling about it simply doesn’t do it justice so I’m going to shut up about it. Darn.
Oh yea, remember what I said about the Thunderbird the hero drives. Although it was pretty perfect, we decided to go with a Firebird instead; something about the Firebird being referred to as a pony, relatively small but incredibly powerful, well I simply couldn’t resist.
But anyway, after the edit we head on up to the carport where I finish the final touches to the new window while Big brother headed up to little sister’s room, to saw out a square in her wall where the window will be set.
The entire task took maybe two hours, but in the end it looked pretty darn good, really like it was in there from the start, which is good since little sister’s room is rustico to say the least. Looks good, and I started on most of the preparation for little brother’s window frame too.
Though we wanted to go get more reed today, our tenant is running late so we had to wait until it was almost sunset before we could finally pick her up. By then it was dark so we went inside to have dinner and the evening was pretty much over.
Only this blog and another edit to go, and then I have to go to bed because I need to go to the insurance company again tomorrow. It’s a pain in the butt, but it needs to be done after all.
Okay, I’m gonna cut it off here; there really isn’t that much to tell anyway. A pity.
The edit went well last night, bringing us to a solid hundred pages, while sitting on my porch, overlooking the valley that stretches out before our mountain. It was quite amazing to see night clouds roll in from the sea; a thick wall of mist that hit the lights of the town that lid them up to a bright orange.
It was still thirty degrees when we got to the porch, but considering the mercury was another two degrees higher inside the cabin, it was the best we could do, anyway. Managed another three pages in last night’s edit, so…Yay.
During the night I had a muscle cramp in my right calf - ouch - that actually woke me up from a rather nice sleep, and it took me several minutes to battle the problem and fell back to sleep.
The usual morning sequence today, so I’m going to skip it. The weather is absolutely divine when I head down to the house, promising a very nice day where the temperatures are warm (around 30 degrees) but not sweltering.
Amri’s limp is almost completely gone by now, he only complains of it on rare occasions on our way down. Laundry and other chores get dealt with, and then we sit down for the edit. We manage to start pretty fast and in the hours that follow we edit/rewrite almost six pages…which is like, awesome for a morning job.
Good scene, very dramatic; heroine is hurt pretty bad, the hero needs to find medical aid, she doesn’t want it, yadayadayada. Telling about it simply doesn’t do it justice so I’m going to shut up about it. Darn.
Oh yea, remember what I said about the Thunderbird the hero drives. Although it was pretty perfect, we decided to go with a Firebird instead; something about the Firebird being referred to as a pony, relatively small but incredibly powerful, well I simply couldn’t resist.
But anyway, after the edit we head on up to the carport where I finish the final touches to the new window while Big brother headed up to little sister’s room, to saw out a square in her wall where the window will be set.
The entire task took maybe two hours, but in the end it looked pretty darn good, really like it was in there from the start, which is good since little sister’s room is rustico to say the least. Looks good, and I started on most of the preparation for little brother’s window frame too.
Though we wanted to go get more reed today, our tenant is running late so we had to wait until it was almost sunset before we could finally pick her up. By then it was dark so we went inside to have dinner and the evening was pretty much over.
Only this blog and another edit to go, and then I have to go to bed because I need to go to the insurance company again tomorrow. It’s a pain in the butt, but it needs to be done after all.
Okay, I’m gonna cut it off here; there really isn’t that much to tell anyway. A pity.
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