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Thursday, March 30, 2006

More than Words

After four full days of Section C life, Blogger has amassed enough information to make a clear judgment of his new environment. Despite an extensive vocabulary, even including some words that don't technically exist, such as firmcastled, or Blogger's translation of the widely used English word cheesy into Spanish, quesoso (which comes in very handy in Spain, trust Blogger), there are no adequate words to express just what Section C is all about.
So being a man of varied tastes, Blogger ventured into the world of interpretive figurine dancing in order to express what his words could not.

The following video fully captures the sights, sounds, and emotion that is Section C.
Enjoy, Blogger does.

Tuesday, March 28, 2006

C Sectioned

A partir de hoy, El Blogger debe escribir en español debido a su cambio de secciones.
Debe.
But if Blogger did everything he was supposed to, he would be studying linear regressions right now instead of Blogging, so why break what ain't fixed.

It is too soon to make any comment about Seccion C, other than to say that it is a different world entirely. So, instead of making any premature reactions known, he will instead post this picture which is the Google Images Search result for Section C
(The Google title was: Top Six for Section 6.
I can only imagine that the selection criteria involved prunes.

Thursday, March 23, 2006

Tochos in the Sun


Tomorrow is Blogger's last day as a group of Team B8, or Tochos as we like to call ourselves.
It has been an amazing journey over the last.....holy shit, did Blogger just write that? An amazing journey.
Blogger now officially hates himself.

What Blogger meant to say is that Team Tocho kicks ass, and that he is extremely sad to be leaving such an eclectic group of IESE phenoms.

* Alexia's ability to function at full capacity on 2 hours sleep.
* Onno's slow decent into insanity due to an inability to get even 2 hours of sleep.
* Santi's fantastico time management skills, which have in no way rubbed off on Blogger.
* Alvaro, the banking monkey, constantly bending over to show us where he's going to take it during the Accounting Exam.
* Miquel consistently being ignored by professors when he tells them he can't see the chalk board, and secretly working on a patent to make people's heads' explode simply by looking at them.
* Blaithin's impossible to pronounce name, which thankfully is joining me in Section C to provide endless hours of pleasure as Spanish professor's fumble all over it.
* Luis....................................................hey, has anyone seen Luis?
* And Little Roy, I shall miss your anti-union, crush the weak and punch the socialist anti-capitalist commies in the head comments most of all.

So tonight Blogger sheds a tear, not only for the Managerial Accounting and M&M exams that he has not been able to study for, but for the greatest group of IESE students ever assembled.
Cheers Tochos!

Tuesday, March 21, 2006

Procrastinating on the Edge: Part 2



Part 2: Mr. History's Story

After the ill-fated journey to the bar, Blogger's one pint of beer looked fantastically delicious, as he downed it with the gusto reserved for ill-advised procrastinating alcholic beverages.
Not being completely irresponsible, Blogger limited himself to just one, and left promptly at around 1:15 am.
It had started to rain earlier in the evening, and after weeks of beautiful dry weather, coupled with the accumulation of Springy pollen, every surface had a slick gleam to it. Blogger had seen Scooters slide out of control on slick surfaces before , but as he was new to rainy scootering, he had yet to experience the leverage point at which a Moto decides to lay down.
Cruising down the hill, Blogger decided to take a right at the last second, and just by thinking to himself "I will now turn right", the Scooter flipped over on its side and slid across the intersection with Blogger dancing on top of it. Luckily, Blogger is quite limber and escaped without major injury, other than the humiliation associated with any scooter related calamity. More importantly, he now knows how much it takes to lay down a scooter in the rain, and its not very much. Just look at how easy it was for this Fatso to face plant on perfectly dry pavement. Nice work Fatso.moto crash

Procrastinating on the Edge: Part 1

Last night, after a long day of studying including two review sessions with professors after class, Blogger decided to go out and have a beer. A feeling of doom hung in the air, as it was clear that getting a beer at 12:30 am on the night before the night before finals was not the best move, but Blogger threw caution to the wind and left anyway.

The evil of the night manifested itself in two epsidoes, equal in their initial startling panic, and eventual hillarity.


Part 1: ¿Porque Estás Nervioso?

Upon finding the first bar closed in a small residential neighborhood in San Gervasi, Blogger started walking down the street towards the next watering hole. Glancing over his shoulder, Blogger noticed a police car coming down the street, and strangley, a policeman running along side it; both coming right at him.
Knowing he had done nothing wrong, Blogger continued to walk, only to glance over his shoulder ten paces later and find the policeman still running straight at him. Not being a minority, and hence not used to police attacking him for absolutely no reason, Blogger was understandably a bit startlted.
Imagine then how suprising it was when the policeman, now standing 2 inches in front of Blogger's face, reaached out and placed his fingers on Blogger's neck, felt his pulse, and then asked in a threatening manner...... '¿Porque estás nervioso?.
Smartass Hindsight being 20/20, the answer should have been 'Because a policeman just ran straight at me and started touching my neck you jackass'.
Instead, Blogger just stammered something in a dumbfounded mumble.
Policeman then asked Blogger for his identification, and proceeded to accuse him of taking part in some robbery up the street. Policeman was sure that he had seen Blogger running from the scene, though this sleuthing genius did not seem to find it strange that Blogger would now be walking calmly, even with a policeman running down the street behind him.
Thankfully, the good samaritan who had called the police seconds earlier (this is a nice Barcelona neighborhood, so the police show up immediately) walked out of his apartment and yelled "No es él", so Blogger was remanded to the custody of his procrastinating beer.