Vote rustling

Kiss me neck! Me blog is nominated for a Satin Pajama Weblog Award! Go vote Stet!Nominated for
Best Expat Weblog
and
Most Underappreciated Weblog

It was the blip in the stats that tipped me off. A sudden jump in the late afternoon, Caribbean time. Among the usual google image referrals for girl-on-girl housework and tits ‘n’ bums, kids ‘n’ mums, I spotted the fresh spoor from Ljubljana, Slovenia, referred by A Fistful of Euros. Hmmm. The AFO€ gang must have accepted my suggestion to include Jamaica in a regional category for South-west-west-keep going west till you smell the ‘erb Europe.

Seconds after reading the nomination, I lost my Internet connection for several hours. I can only suspect that the force of six simultaneous visitors bust the elastic bandwidth in Cable & Wireless’ telegraph cable (Morse v.1.0; Marconi priority update c.1936) connecting Jamaica to the rest of the world. Damn C&W – a monopoly left over from days of Empire. I sometimes wondered why they had such a big building in London when they didn’t seem to be active anymore. The fact is that, like imperial companies of yore, they made their money in the colonies and sent it back to London. Until very recently, C&W had a monopoly on telephony in Jamaica and other former UK colonies in the Caribbean. Without competition, C&W grew fat and complacent. The technological innovations, greater customer choice and falling prices in other parts of the world passed Jamaicans by and left them paying top dollah for an aging network and an uncaring service provider. Thankfully, the arrival of a competitor, Digicel (Eire), five years ago has forced C&W to cut its prices by more than 40 per cent! In spite of this, by last year, Digicel had more than double the number of C&W subscribers. Serves C&W right for ripping off poor people.

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That’s pretty much how my blog goes.

A spear, a spike, a point, a nail
A drip, a drop, the end of the tale
A truckload of bricks in the soft morning light
The sound of a shot in the dead of the night

A.C. Jobim (Hear here)

It’s not a single issue blog and it’s not about me. I’m a touche-à-tout, a dedicated dilettante, a Jill of all trades and proud of it too.

Up against the likes of Petite anglaise (a one-time colleague at Paris III University) and Zoë in the Best Expat Weblog category, I’m the dark horse, the underdog, the long shot, the rank outsider.

So go forth, roam freely and multiply (my votes). Although, on second thoughts, by my twisted logic, the winner of the Most Underappreciated Weblog should get the fewest votes, thus proving its underappreciatedness. So I’ll feel like I win when I lose. Phew.

While you look around, I’ll be busy with a five-year-old with gastro-enteritis and a lizard who refuses to leave the house. We’re going for a pincer manoeuvre. On the lizard.

CSS my house

I’ve got paint roller blisters after another marathon session repainting the stairwell. Ours is a new house and we are the first occupants. The builders painted all the inside walls matt white. Then some dufus came along and did some touch ups using gloss white, which shone its smeary brilliance from ceiling to floor.

After a couple of false starts, which included firing the painters, we were happy with our new colour scheme throughout the house, except for the stairwell. The paint was called Tangelo but when it dried it looked like over ripe pumpkin.

Now after two coats of white primer and two coats of Whisper Gold, it looks bloody fantastic and will give my heart a lift each time I go up and down the stairs. Even when it’s the hundredth time in the hour before bedtime to get the nose drops, doll, frog, mosquito repellent tab things, the list goes on.

While painting, hour after hour under the scorching sun, my mind set to wondering about the final colour scheme for this blog, and that led to wondering about how much more fun it would be to do interior design by CSS.

stairwell sunset

On second thoughts, maybe I should stick with the paint roller.

Don’t look yet

This is the first design foolings for my blog, currently running on blogspot.

Come back in a few weeks … if Jamaican telecom has connected me by then.

Soon come mi sistah!

La bella figura

Her throng of devotees will recognize that this one could only be for Vit.

Ciao bella ciao

(I think she already sneaked in to this blog earlier in the third photie)


What do you think, Vit? Can Portugal beat the full makeup, jewellery and hairdo of Italy’s finest in the water?

BTW, this lake provides the drinking water for Rome … which I am very shortly leaving …

Back in black

I been too long
I’m glad to be back

The hiatus was due to a sudden and heavy load of work right at the end of my contract. Even though my contract is not being renewed, as a good girl guide, I felt duty-bound to go the extra mile and give it all I got had – which in the end turned out not to be very much anyway. I went through my final three articles, checking the proofreader’s comments, accepting anything minor without reading and erasing anything more taxing, such as the many frustrated queries of Is it Lempira or Lempira Sur Department? or Why second-level bullets?? or meaning???

You’d’ve done the same, right?

Now I’m no longer employed in-house, I can remove the antidooce disclaimer in the sidebar. I sure felt protected by its presence as I worked for hours and hours on blogging on company time and on company computers. So sue me, nyah-nyah-nya-nyaa-nyaa!

Ahem …

Once freed from the shackles of my work, Mr B and I spontaneously decided we needed a holiday and took off two days later with the kids to the other side of Italy for a ten-day break. Ahhh … I won’t bore you or make you jealous, suffice it to say that it was bloody fantastic and utterly excellent in almost every way.

Back in hot and dirty Rome, we’re making the most of our free time and having more utterly fantastic and bloody excellent times, one of which was the concert by Amadou and Mariam at Villa Ada on Tuesday night. They played almost exclusively songs from their latest album, which made for great dancing, but was a slight disappointment for fans of their earlier stuff, such as Pauvre type or Je pense à toi. We played their songs at our wedding ceremony *sniff*

Amadou et Mariam

I videoed some of the best bits of the concert, holding the camcorder above the leaping crowd until my arm got too tired and the picture started wobbling.

Never mind. It’ll all come out in the editing …