tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-128290922011-08-05T21:53:18.712+01:00Everyday images and accounts of the city.ibancitonoreply@blogger.comBlogger1791100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12829092.post-33819543389767749032007-09-01T00:43:00.000+01:002008-03-07T13:53:20.647Z

I've moved to Barcelona, so this is my last post in "But what's going on"... life goes on, things change and there is only one way to go... semi-skimmed.Feel free to surf the archives, there's plenty of London and lots of pictures, or visit ¿Te quedas a cenar? (my food blog, in Spanish)

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Momento alucinatorio momentos antes del alucinante concierto de Fanfare Ciocarlia en el Barbican

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Cromer, Norfolk.*With credits to Davidmatik (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ATc4KIPuCOU)

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...como si de un milagro bíblico se tratara; entre los panes y la campiña inglesa.

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La primavera entra en mi cocina mientras las hogazas se van leudando poco a poco en sus cestos. Pronto los árboles estarán llenos de hojas y flores, los vencejos no tardarán en silbar sobre Londres, y será el momento de emprender el viaje a otra tierra, a otro mar, como decía Cavafis.El pan de la imagen (es la misma masa en los dos casos) tiene harina de trigo integral de Gales y masa madre

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Prohibido el paso.

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Cafetera pequeña, cafetera grande, café turco, logotipo molón.Una cafetera italiana sobre un hornillo de gas siempre me trae el recuerdo de una vida sencilla en las habitaciones confortantes del pasado. Dos cafeteras italianas sobre dos hornillos de gas siempre me traen los recuerdos de unas vidas sencillas en las habitaciones confortantes de los pasados.

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...and I´ll let the kitchen fill up with music.

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Life in Londres, vida en London.

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...de un barco inglés, de un barco inglés.

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...donde se le llama Dunăre, a un paso del delta y del Mar Negro.

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...autopistas de gran velocidad....paraiso de glaciares......y de bosques polares......de infinitos abedules, de hermosura incomparable....

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Un viejo rollo que se había quedado atrapado en la máquina.Arriba, el atardeceral sureste de Cornualles, cerca de Devon ya.Abajo, unos cornish pasties con té para desayunar.

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Following the Essex coastline...

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Ridley market, Dalston Kingsland, Hackney, Jamaica.

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Saint George in Hackney

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Things, Martin Creed at the Hauser & Wirth London gallery.

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Still life with bike, café au lait and Forges.

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These are some of the first glimpses when you get to Stockholm Arlanda airport. Ingrid Bergman and, of course, I love the way she waves her hand, frozen on an airport wall.

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It´s HM´s anniversary too!!Lately I´ve discovered extraordinary things:"Pulsars are dense, highly magnetized neutron stars that are born in a violent explosion marking the death of massive stars. They act like cosmic lighthouses as they project a rotating beam of radio waves across the galaxy.""Clusters, or conglomerates, of galaxies are the largest objects in the Universe. By looking at them

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¡Pincha, pincha!Se llama "¿Te quedas a cenar?" y está ya en marcha!!Aquí

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Y aquí es donde hacen el tiempo...GMT

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Thursday The Weasel.

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Rear right. Single, Twin.Oven, 250º

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fruity beauty

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My Moleskine diary, a little black book I'm specially fond of. Well, it has just been improved.2006 marks the 10th anniversary of the death of the Polish film director Krzysztof Kieslowski, an artist I'm also specially fond of. These days, there are a number of retrospectives about his work to mark the date. Here in London, the British Film Institute is showing many of his movies at the National

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About to jump.Now!

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Found words on the way to a new destination.Plural of penny...."que se fuera para siempre en un tren de cercanías"...

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Just found this picture on the street. This size strecht onto wooden frameOne Night I Burned the house I loved One night I burned the house I loved,It lit a perfect ringIn which I saw some weeds and stoneBeyond - not anything. Certain creatures of the airFrightened by the night,They came to see the world againAnd perished in the light. Now I sail from sky to skyAnd all the blackness singsAgainst

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Brighton 05.03.2006Canciones V (Desolatio)Dice mi diccionarioque la palabra desolaciónproviene del latino desolatio,genitivo desolationis;Y que fue en mil seiscientos oncecuando alguien la escribiópor primera vezdespués de afilar la plumade una oca blanca.Dice tambiénque soledad, ruina y destrucciónson sus significados principales.Pero nada dice el diccionariodel corazón de la genteque marcha por

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Rosebud

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Stars and sparks...and the seagull fliesThe first thing you see when you enter the Financial Times building in London is a huge electronic board with red bright figures:PEARSONS PLC SHARE PRICE 736.6CHANGE SINCE LAST CLOSE +10.50Once you enter you see more things. Like this funny "feature" in the toilets.I've already worked here for a month and, apparently, I'm going to stay for a little longer.

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Left stranded. By the bank of the river.Feeling the lack of water and longing to be carried away.

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Crossing the Thames. London in the distance. The Thames barrier and the skycrapers in Canary Wharf. Seagulls, cranes and waves.

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North Woolwich ferry. About to board and cross another river. Where water comes together with other water.

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Click on the image for a full size pictureIt's right here, in London. Steps away from Greenwich.

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I have found a poem in London. In fact, I have been collecting the verses at the MSN Messenger welcome page. It talks about the things we have and lose; who and where we are, and where we belong. Things and persons that we take for granted and just disappear. This love that we all have in common. About all the things poems usually talk and that cannot be expressed by any other means.He encontrado

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The road of the Pakora is wide and open for those willing to learn and enjoy.It's dead simple: no eggs, some besan/gram flour (chickpea) and any vegetable you might like (especally eggplant, potatoe, onion). Pinch of turmeric and cumin&co at will. The secret lies in the thickness of the batter. If its too watery, the batter won't stick to the vegetables and you'd end up in a greasy mess. Deep fry

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Heaven is right here. Well, in Columbia Road Market to be more precise. A wonderful way to spend a Sunday morning among the flowers ... or two Sunday mornings, or three Sunday mornings...

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Some days the world just changes.There are some days when you wake up and the world around you seems different. Your entire systems of beliefs and values looks peculiar, weird, dissimilar. You can indeed see yourself in the mirror, but what comes back is not as the last time you saw it. Big changes, changes that shake your existence on this planet.Like when your supermarket changes the milk

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View from my rear window. I reckon that Nana must be at least 30m. high!!What if we woke up one morning and the London sky was controlled by a menacing and gigantic Niki de Saint Phalle's creature??...

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No, no es el Támesis, es el Elba...Darle cuerda al amanecer, empujar un poco al Sol,al buen día meterlo en casa. Silba la calandria ynos sorprende en vela, amuchados, con ganas deseguir.Estación claridad vamos llegando.Ni la foto es de Londres ni el poema es mío. Es el Elba a su paso por Glückstadt, la ciudad de la suerte, y el poema es de Maria Elena Walsh. Yo lo conozco por el álbum "Viento Sur

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Click on the image to see the entire process of Crazy Croissant MakingWell, once the secrets of sourdough have been released, I'm up to something more daring, delicate and difficult... Croissants!!!It's a hell lot of work and it hasn't paid off yet "properly"...so I got a bunch of pictures and the will to keep on trying...*Obviously, if you are an expert croissant maker, any advice will be

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Todas las naranjas deberían ser buenas naranjas. Si tuviera un poder muy especial haría que desaparecieran las malas naranjas. Las buenas naranjas vendrían de todos los lados; de Valencia, de Agadir, de California, de Sudáfrica, de todos los sitios del mundo de donde vienen las naranjas. Buenas naranjas.La gente entraría feliz a las fruterías, saludaría sonriente a su frutero y pediría naranjas.

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Con unos deliciosos "chorizo chunks" y una buena masa de levadura natural (reposada 24 horas) he hecho unos ricos bollos de "pan preñao". Bueno, esta vez me han salido un poco en plan prototipo (holotipo), pero la próxima vez afinaré en la cocción. Puede que me aventure aún más por el maravilloso camino de los panes rellenos, hornazo & co. e incluso haga graciosas formas decorativas en la

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There's something about the sings on this door...talking of the Devil (Please, check yesterday post)

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Ceci n'est pas un chorizo.*PS. "Ceci est una longaniza." Jesús

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¡Haz Click! (para conseguir marido; arroz con leche y San Antonio)"Arroz con leche me quiero casarcon una señorita que sepa bordar.Que sepa tejer, que sepa cantar,que sepa la tabla de múltiplicar."Una de las muchas versiones de la canción infantil. Para conocer más interesantes versiones, Arafolk.Y para todos vosotros, amantes como yo del arroz con leche, la foto en grande y sin letras, si

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El otro día fui a Hertforshire para iniciar un nuevo trabajo. En busca de trabajo he cogido la linea de tren del suroeste, que tenía la tapicería roja; la línea de tren del sureste, cuya tapicería debió de ser turquesa algún día; y ahora cojo la linea de tren del norte, la tapicería es la más fea de las tres. Londres es así. Dejé mi bicicleta en King’s Cross y recorrí 33 millas de verdes campos y

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La vite rende il vero sapore della terra intellegibile all'uomo.Vine makes the true taste of land intelligible to humanity.Oddly enough, this quotation from the French writer Colette was found, written in Italian and English, on a cork from a Chilean wine bottle, drunk in East London, early 21st century.

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Las dos primeras imágenes no existen, son repeticiones simétricas de los dos lados de mi cara. Atención a los botones de la camisaTres tristes yo bajo la lánguida luz de Londres.Dos tristes lados derechos bajo la lánguida luz de Londres.Dos tristes lados izquierdos bajo la lánguida luz de Londres.Un triste yo mayestático bajo la lánguida luz de Londres.

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Pink balloons, pink Hummingbird cake. Teresa's 25 birthday party.

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The first bread of the year and a metaphor

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...65, 66, 67, 68, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 SALIDAThe year in London comes to an end, exactly 352 days in this city, and everything starts all over again.It would be so nice to count it all...but yet impossible to keep track of lesser things...things that pass unnoticed and give texture to our everyday life.26 curries?12 Pho's?200 litres of tea?55 hand made loaves of bread?70 laps around Regent's Park?60

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Tengo desde hace tiempo una carpeta abierta en el disco duro del ordenador. Se llama Nuevos poemas. Con nuevos quiero decir desde 1997. Tan sólo tiene un poema, escrito esta primavera.(Versión 0.3)Hoy cruzan el cielo de mi ciudadmultitud de estorninos (Sturnus vulgaris)carboneros (Parus major) y herrerillos (Parus caeruleus)un fugaz pito picapinos (Pendrocopos major), en un roble.Los primeros

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Pasa la vida y no has notado que has vivido cuando pasa la vidapasa la vida, tus ilusiones y tus bellos sueños todo se olvidaPasa la vida igual que pasa la corrientecuando un río busca el mar y yo camino indiferenteallí donde me quiera llevar Pasa la gloria nos ciega la soberbia pero un día pasa la gloriay ves que de tu obra ya no queda ni la memoria Pasa la vida igual que pasa la corrientecuando

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Winter's coming, something's going on in the kitchen...

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The old lady next door, let's say her name is Mrs Holy.She's very old, terribly old I'd dare to say. She's already entered those years when age becomes a terrible matter. I don't think Mrs Holy's head is alright. I mean, she can walk, and talk, and it's polite as British can be. But she's terribly old, you know.My house, number 7, let's say Mornington Street, has four doors. But I think we two

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...at least in The Netherlands.Funnily enough, he has came all the way from Spain, via Holland to the doorstep of this Spaniard in London. As I have really been a good boy this year, he has brought me something really special, a book of Jip en JannekeThere's something unique about these two children. Something magical in the way short Dutch words (mostly monosyllable expresions) tell timeless

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Click on the image for a HANDFULL...y polkas y almendrados. Estar aquí como estando allí.Incomparable hojaldre de Torrelavega

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No sé en qué se convertirán. Ayer estaban hinchados y rígidos, hoy suaves y dulces.Tal vez los rehogue y les saque un pilpil, o los pongamos en ensalada con aceite, tomate, ajo y perejil.

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Marca registrada internacional.Lote IX500INGREDIENTES: Harina de trigo, azúcar, manteca pura y almendra "Marcona" seleccionada. Elaboración natural (sin conservantes ni colorantes).INGREDIENTS: Wheat flour, sugar, pure lard and special "Marcona" almonds. Natural processing (No preservatives. No colourants).INGREDIENTS: Farine de froment, sucre, saindoux pur et amandes supérieres spéciales "

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For obvious reasons I couldn't take this picture myself3:49:09 h. is not saying much.5ºC and lots of rain and wind don't mean much either....it's just the word Marathon that ads up the epic to the figures.42.195 metres of suffering and joy and many things one cannot express. More than that, it's been 3 months, more than 600km, and a peerless sense of adventure.*Yes, the thing in red about to

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Click on the image for a larger and more beautiful pictureEntrance.

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This is my favourite curry place in London. Funnily enough we discovered it long before we even thought of coming to live here. It was by chance, as many a good thing in life happens. Ever since that day in May 2004 I reckon we have come back here to eat more than 20 times. With friends and relatives, acquaintances. In the summer months we like to seat by a side door, usually left open...so we

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Click on the image to have a closer look, YOU MIGHT FIND SOMETHING!Yesterday evening, on the way back home, a yellowish thing outside a supermaket door catched my eye. It looked as food to me, somehow like a strange fruit. I was lucky because there was a man from Bangladesh picking one of those weird fruit packages and I had the chance to ask him about it. He told me that it was a delicious fruit

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Sunday evening I went down to the 93 Feet East in Brick Lane to meet Lya. A brasileir-nippon graphic designer. She works together with her husband Héctor. On the image above you can see their latest work for the Matsuri live paint event, called "Aborigen".On the couple of pictures below, let me introduce you to Mr Eggtor, their lovely creature from Tortoy. It's an egg-shaped Qee a fashionable toy

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Someone left a bunch of postcards on my counter at the WTM. It happened to be one of the most wonderful discoveries of the entire fair: the city of Feodosia. An unlikely place deep in the heart of Crimea, not far away from Sevastopol. Places of the soul, names that have always filled my mind. Nothing equals the evocative power of those names, if something, it is indeed this sort of images.

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The mayor of Agadir gave me some oranges, it was at the WTM 05, they came in a little orange bag. Well, he was giving them for free to everybody, so you could see those orange bags all around the exhibition centre, between the stands and on the hands of men in suits of all races, also thrown and forgotten on corners and behind the colorful cardboard decor.

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101 km por la infancia

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These are some pics of the video intallation of artist Pipilotti Rist at the Hauser & Wirth Gallery in London.The images are projected from a hanging projector (the dark round thing on the image) onto the mirror floor and the reflection fills the ceiling of the gallery (formerly a bank). On the other hand, the projector casts another video directly onto a decorative plaster circle on the ceiling

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I'm living a strange life until Thursday, working in the WTM 2005 (World Travel Market), one of the biggest fairs in the tourism world. I work in a truly unlikely place, the Melilla Tourist Board stand.Melilla is one of the two Spanish cities in northern Africa (the other one being Ceuta), 65.000 inhabitants in 12 squ. Km.Funny things you do for money.The picture is my stand. Obviously there's

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Instalation of artist Carsten Höller at the Gagosian Gallery, Brittania St., London last September.

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Their hands, their hands, their faces, their hands.

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Tout est affaire de décorChanger de lit changer de corpsÀ quoi bon puisque c'est encoreMoi qui moi-même me trahisMoi qui me traîne et m'éparpilleEt mon ombre se déshabilleDans les bras semblables des fillesOù j'ai cru trouver un pays.Coeur léger coeur changeant coeur lourdLe temps de rêver est bien courtQue faut-il faire de mes joursQue faut-il faire de mes nuitsJe n'avais amour ni demeureNulle

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El mundo está tonto, me preocupa.

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Autumn, cycling along the River Lea in East London. Tea and chips and the hum of local people speaking about the last result of the Tottenham Hotspurs.

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Yesterday was the last night of bus 38.The image has been highly compressed, click for a full quality pictureThe last night of bus 38.From sunday the 29 on, bus line 38, the most beautiful of London Bus routes, will be operated by new bendy buses replacing the old Routemasters that have travelled the streets of London for more than 50 years. So we stepped on a 38. It was past 10PM, at the gate of

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Oh I do like to be beside the seaside,I do like to be beside the sea,I do like to stroll along the prom, prom, prom,Where the brassbands playTiddley-om-pom-pom!So just let me be beside the seaside,I'll be beside myself with glee;And there's lots of girls beside,I should like to be beside,Beside the seaside, beside the sea.

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This is a little sample of the new book by Andy Riley, "Great lies to tell small kids". Riley is also the author of the Bunny Suicide book series. His comic strips are just awesome. This other one is just perfect.

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It turns red when you fill it with hot tea!!! Yes, it has to be tea, PG to be more precise.

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WXYZA-DE-IJ-NÑ-RS-V

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STUVA-DE-IJ-NÑ-R

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ÑOPQRA-DE-IJ-N

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JKLMNA-DE-I

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EFGHIA-D

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Yesterday I was incredibly lucky. I had the opportunity to attend a baking demonstration by Dan Lepard (maybe you have remarked the link on the right column or his name on previous posts). He is the man. He has written The handmade loaf, one of the most beautiful books I have ever read where he speaks with unmatchable love about bread and the way things were done, should be done, and could be

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Maybe because of my inclination to order the chaos (The Cuckcoo) I have decided to start a new little project: My visual encyclopaedia. I'm going to show you my world from A to Z. I have chosen the images for its evocative power, not for its quality or brightness. Thus, you will find some nice images but also photographs taken with a mobile phone camera, or with my old Rollei 35 or even my late

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You sit down by a bridge, letting time go by, watching the boats go by. They come, close the lock's gates and fill them up with water in order to go up or down. Then they just disappear amidst the unique Eastend landscape.On the left you can see Acton´s Lock that has just been emptied and two boats resuming their way eastward.On the right you can see the two boats slowly going away. You can even

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Yesterday we turned on the house heating. It´s the end of another season here in London. Looking out of the window now, it´s hard to believe that there was ever a nice sunny and warm summer full of the things summers are supposed to be filled with.

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This image has been reduced in size and quality, click on the picture for a full size viewIt doesn´t seem to me that long ago, but it was actually early June when I started this adventure. My sourdough universe has been baked weekly ever since. It´s made mainly of wheat and rye, but also spelt, chickpea and even double cream!!.Nothing can compare to the joy of eating your hand made wheat, water

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Old teapot, new teapot... Teapot me!!

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This is part of my new bike's stem. I like the saying. It reminds me of the cheering up expression Ultreia! used formerly by the pilgrims going to Santiago the Compostela (Spain). They would shout that in order to get the strenght and spiritual help to go further, to complete their epic journey of hundreds (if not thousands) of kilometres to the burial of the Apostle St. James (on the western

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Finding new roads.Driving the right/wrong way.Taking decisions/directions.ALL OTHER TRAFFIC

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Today I got my bike stolen. It had been with me for the last 6 years, and we´d rode together literally thousands of kilometers. More than 300 km just during the last 3 weeks.It has dissapeared from my life, after so many hours on its saddle, on its hadlebar.It´s odd how these things happen. The things you take for granted, the things that are with you every day, those things that you have. And,

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Despite its name it´s only the air hand-dryer at my office´s toilet. We live in a peculiar world. Nothing is what it seems and no one calls things by its name.I love the little sketchy drawings.1. Wash your hands... flush, flush.2. Push the button, with your dripping hands... click.3. Rub your hands together under the air flow...fuhhhhhh4. If you flip the fan you can enjoy a warm breeze..... mmm

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Still original size.Real milk chocolate.4.000.000 of these are made and eaten every week.

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Carousel. This is a work by artist Carsten Höller shown at the Gagosian Gallery on Britannia Street.So much to say about it and yet, it's better to be quiet and just watch it go round and round and round.

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