Entries categorized as ‘Madrid’
I’m too busy to write anything and since all I would do is post links to articles and videos, just add me to your google reader “people you follow”.
When I have some time I’ll write:
- Bubba takes the high-speed train to Málaga
- Racism in Spain: Who’s the racist?
- Bubba organises the PIPA2010 conference (1st Symposium on Parallel Implementation of Polymorphic Algorithms)
…and other delights…
Categories: Bubba Tribunales · Madrid · Spain · blogs · travel
Tagged: PIPA 2010, Velvet Underground

Goya Burger, sponsored by Carrefour
Dia de los Reyes in Spain tomorrow. The Kings came from the East today and arrived in Madrid and all over Spain bringing gifts to the children that have been good all year and coal (!) to the nasty ones… It’s a big carnival-like parade in Madrid. Apparently a lot of children cry in awe when they see the kings (the wise men). I hate to tell them: It’s all a damn lie!
Meanwhile, Israel continues bombing the fuck out of the Palestinians. It’s no lie. It was planned a long time ago.
Going to Lisbon on Wednesday for a few days, then London on Monday for a week. Bubba has a son. His name is Herbie Tribunales Ramirez. Sorry I hadn’t told you earlier, I just recently found out myself.
Categories: Bubba Tribunales · London · Madrid · Spain · art · food & drink · politics · travel
Tagged: Dia de los Reyes, Herbie Tribunales Ramirez, Israel, Lisbon, Palestine, Portugal
October 24, 2008 · 1 Comment
Bob Dylan himself was scratching his guitar and croaking away in the corner of this brightly lit bar as she threw the lit butt on the floor and didn’t even step on it with her long boots of Spanish leather. Bubba observed this scene and wondered how often there were fires on the floors of the bars in Spain. What with all that paper, cigarettes and grease… surely it’s a common occurrence? Yet, from what he had heard by the locals, the quality of a bar is dependent on the amount of rubbish on it’s floors. The more rubbish, the more popular the bar, hence the better the place to be. How fitting then, he thought, if there are little fires on floors, in small bars, being put out and set alight again by proud people who like to eat every bit of a pig you can imagine, while discussing life, death and death and … death.
…to be continued…
(tune in next time to be enlightened more about Spain, witness Bubba introduce himself to Juana and her long boots and join us in musing at Tom Waits´s and Camaron’s brief multimedia cameo appearances.)
Categories: Bubba Tribunales · Madrid · Spain · music
Tagged: Bob Dylan, Camaron, Tom Waits