EAT YOUR HEART OUT ALABAMA

Upon placing my feet on the foreign soil of the country of Spain, I never realized-although I have to admit that I did have somewhat of a sneaky suspicion-that I would end up spending the later part of my life living here. Now I don't know if you've heard the term or not about "taking the boy out of the south but you can't take the south out of the boy", but in case you haven't-now you have. I am living proof of the reality of that statement because I miss some of those things I used to take for granted like Bananna Pudding, Pecan Pie, Turnip Greens and Hot Buttered Corn Bread-Hooooollld on a minute! That's where I draw the line. By God I'm gonna plant me some turnip greens and I know how to make corn bread. Let's look at these pictures and see how things are coming along.......

After a couple of weeks cleaning and watering..........


Now that's what I'm talkin about-check out how they're growing!

I can smell that cornbread cookin in the oven all the way out here in the garden-what's that you say? You can't really tell how big the leaves are? Well just check out this foto and look down at my feet............

RapeING for Money

Monday 17 November 2008 I awoke and looked out my window to see a clean sheet of morning dew all frozen across the mountainside glistening as the reflection of sunlight pierced the horizen and decided that today was a perfect day to go looking for mushrooms. Many people-mostly ones with little or no experiance at all-told me I would have no luck finding them in this excessively cold environment, however, I am a rebel with little patience for opinions and proceded towards the woods. Look at the pictures is all I have to say-look at the pictures............

I found this picture on the net in Spain-it was picked in a place called Aliaguilla-WOW, that's a huge rebollon!
And I thought I had found a big one!

This is a Basket full of Rebollones I picked this morning-27 OCT 2008.

Guilty Wood Bugs

A Single Foto of the lone Rebollon

I'm not one to bitch about just anything in the world, but every now and then, along comes an asshole that just simply needs discussion-and I followed three of them today. Let me start back a bit so this will sound more logical.
Living in Spain is an adventure, and one of those exciting events happens to be something very simple, and traditional as well-it's called, "Looking for Revellones". It is simply walking in the woods and looking for a special type of mushroom used for eating with ham and various other meals. The problem is that there is absolutely no control over the process. The only law that is reinforced is that you must gather them in a basket so the spores will fall out and reproduce. The quantity you gather is un-limited. Normally, someone will go into the woods and gather a couple of dozen of these delicious mushrooms-if they are lucky enough to find them-and call it a day, however, there are many people who go into the woods literally rapping it in order to get as many of the mushrooms as possible. Why do they do that, you ask? For MONEY! It's all about the big fat coin. I was in the woods today and had gathered my couple of dozen and approached three older men and asked them if I could take a picture of the enormous amounts of revellones they had acquired and they very quickly told me where I could put my camera. Well, they knew what they were doing was wrong-even if no law governs their actions-and their guilt would not allow them to have their pictures advertised of their rapping the woods.
Oh well, as they left I took their picture any way and you can see they have overflowing baskets of orange colored revellones. I don't know what to do. I think that there should be a license issued if you want to gather these things, or a lottery of sorts provided by each town, because it looks like a gathering for a rock concert on the weekends, and those that know where the spores grow always appear and rape the land clean before anyone gets a chance to get a few for their personal use. Oh well, I will write to the forestry department and ask them what to do and until then, I've posted some fotos for anyone interested in shrooms.
Peace Out....

EXPO 2008 SPAIN

Just returned from the EXPO in Zaragoza, Spain and it was most definitely completed with true dedication. Many countries are represented, the foods good and not too expensive, the beer is cold and the lines aren't too excessive. The architectural designs are modern, and the entrance price is very affordable. I enjoyed a full 8 hours and didn't get the chance to see everything. Anyway, if you would rather go to Spain instead of China, it is worth the trip.

THE MOST INTERESTING THING IN THE WORLD!

This year we have the privelege to live in the country of Spain where the EXPO 2008 will take place in just a few weeks in the city of Zaragoza. I sincerely hope no active group of idiots with some type of flipped out religeous "cause" feels it is their duty to do something to attract attention during this years' event. It would most definetely put a damper on a subject which involves everyone in the entire world which is water. That's right, the theme is water-the resource so overlooked by many and assumed to always be there by others. It is entirely possible that in our lifetime, we might actually be without fresh water and inundated by salt water. I hear a scheptic out there somewhere saying, "It doesn't matter because some smart assed scientist will find a way to make fresh water out of ocean water." Well that's already being done cowboy, but it costs an ass and a hole to process. The real problem-in Spain-is the lack of rainwater. Ultimately the Al Gore process is taking place and our mountains have no snow, the lakes are drying up, and more wells are demanding more underground consumption also. What is the solution? Come to
EXPO 2008 and see what they are trying to accomplish-you just might be amazed.

PREDICTIONS? FORTUNE TELLING? 6TH SENSE? YOU BE THE JUDGE!

In the year 2003-February to be exact-I finished a book which placed all kinds of predictions about what was to take place in the future. The book wasn't about telling the future, or hocus-pocus stuff, I simply mentioned a few things that I perceived would take place in the future. I frantically seeked an agent to assist me in the sales portion of presenting the book, however, was unsuccessful in attaining said agency because of living and writing in Spain and not having access to the society parties one is required to attend in order to rub hips with the ones who make the calls. The book has not been published, but did predict Hillory Clinton as our next president, and also some other interesting facts that have yet to take place. I wonder if the fact that my book was written so long ago will have anything to do with it's sales once I die? I think that probably the same amount of people that read this horseshit will probably be right up there with the same amount that end up buying my book too. Oh well, it's a free country-do what you want.