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Wednesday, March 23, 2005 Sometime during the course of yesterday evening, an old Cyndi Lauper song took root in my head -- an insidiously catchy tune (easily the catchiest tune about masturbation I've ever heard), one I hadn't thought of in, er, eons. Centuries. So that I didn't mind having it as part of my interior soundtrack for a while, despite the '80s synth overkill. Woke up this morning to find it still playing. Still sounding okay. I'll have to come up with a suitably infectious replacement soon, though, before its welcome is worn out. Madrid's traditional Easter week quieting down continues. I've been connecting with Spanish folks lately, stepped out Monday evening for a couple of hours of conversation with one of them in a local joint, a personable guy named Jorge. When I headed home around 11:15, I found myself walking local streets quieter than I'd ever experienced them at that time of the night. At least for a weekday evening. A substantial percentage of the local world has taken off for distant points on the map, with more bolting every day. The classes I've been attending on a daily basis wrapped up for the week yesterday, five days of default vacation stretch out ahead, me not entirely sure what I'll do with myself during them (given that I've opted to remain in ever-more-peaceful Madrid, where the population seems to dwindling in visible fashion). Read. Eat. Relax, I suppose. Go to a movie or museum now and then. I'd say catch up on sleep, but my body seems to have indicated lack of interest in that during recent days, waking me up around 7 a.m. with old pop tunes cycling through my gray matter, eyes wide open, carcass feeling like it's had enough of snoozing. Today being the kickoff of Easter weekend in this part of the world -- a far different, far heavier occasion than the version I grew up with in the States -- the one and only procession scheduled in the city center for tonight would carry some weight. Amazingly, rain moved in during the day -- the city's first rainfall of the year so far, and a blessing for water supplies. Coming down on the city center in the most benign way, with a light, springlike touch. Not looking to have thinned out the crowds much -- I'll be curious to see how it affects the atmosphere and turnout for the procession. On the other hand, it's raining out. I'm home, comfy and warm. Maybe I'll stay put and let the city go its own way for the night. That sounds like a plan. Later. Madrid, te quiero. rws 6:17 AM [+]
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