The detective

Sharing a nugget of mexican culture

Or should I say a "taco" of mexican culture, just to perpetuate the hard earned stereotype we as a country have manage to succesfully project worldwide?

Anyway, I'm at the office right now and was listening to some music when a song, by this awesome group called "Cafe Tacvba" came on. Is a song that always makes me laugh and I though I'd share this because it's highly unusual, being both by the style of music -which was quite on like...some 50 years ago- and the very special, very truthful lyrics which could fit no where else but the beautiful, chaotic Mexico City. Here it is, with a rough translation effort:

Madrugal by Cafe Tacvba

La ciudad de los palacios va dejando paso al alba                               The city of palaces leaves way to the dawn
Se va perdiendo la calma                                                                      The stillness is going away
Para cuando el sol asoma                                                                     By the time the sun peeks out
Todo el esplendor decrece                                                                    All the greatness fades away
La gente las calles toma                                                                        The people the streets take
Catedral desaparece entre smog                                                          Cathedral disappears between smog
Y caca de paloma                                                                                  And pigeon's shit.

Gotta admit I cackled horribly, like a 4 year old child, the first time I listened to that "pigeon's shit" part; so unexpected.

In other news I'm almost one week away from flying to London, Edinburgh and the Dubling and I feel like I've planned nothing, which is quite quite true. Still, the anxiety and happiness is beggining to grow, so I guess that's good.

The detective

I'm going to London in about a month...HELP!

So last year I did all my research and all because I had requested my vacations to be exactly in time to be able to go to Hamlet at the Barbican. By unfortunate events and lack of courage to quit my job, I had to cancel it all and I was depressed for months, because though a trip can be a trifle to many, it represented the culmination of years of efforts in two weeks abroad- yes, I went to Canada two years ago, but this was finally a different continent and LONDON and front seat to Hamlet and many more things!

However this year I took the decision to travel to London again and shall be doing just that in around a month. I'm staying in London for a week and then takin a train/plane/bus/Istilldon'tknowwhat to Edinburgh, staying some 3 or 4 days there and then to Dublin and spending the last days there to finally be back to Mexico on a Sunday.

I already reserved hostel beds in those three places but I'd really really REALLY appreciate it if some of you could give me advise -ANY KIND OF ADVICE- to make my trip smoother. I'll be going alone and though the purpouse of the trip is to also get in touch with myself -I'm really close to dropping law as a career and pick something more akin to art or sociology,have not decided yet but I know that means going back to school- I would not mind AT ALL to make friends and see other ways of living and thinking.

So that's it for today. That and that I'm quitting my job in January because I have had enough of being bossed around by idiots.

Some days I feel angry all the time and I know that's not right. I leaned too much in people close to me and when they fail me I get dissapointed and even more angry for trusting those people. So yeah, I'm hoping this trip gives me a new sense of seeing the world and the space to make decisions.
The detective

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It's been some time since I had the chance to read a ACD fic as wonderful as this one. The voices, the scenery and the conversation between them (thank you Irene for saving our doctor!) are just perfect.
Thank you so much for sharing this with us!
The detective

Answer for question 4587.

Do you think you're good at maintaining a healthy work/life balance? In your ideal world, how much of your time, energy, and resources would be devoted to your personal life versus your work life? What are your personal tips and tricks for making sure your work life and personal life don't intrude on one another too often?
I spend 12-14 hours working plus 2 hours in transport home-work-home.
That leaves me with 8-10 hours to anything else. Now, considering I take 1.5 hours to get ready in the morning -morning time its really difficult for me, I get about 6.5-8.5 hours to leisure time, which should comprise sleep.
I normally need about 6.5 not to feel like a zombie. In a good day, I should get 0-2.5 hours free to read/paint/juggle/watch TV/read fanfic/socialize face to face with roomies or other friends via mobile.

If I decide to get out to dinner with friends on a, say monday, then I will get about 5 hours sleep.

So...if anyone up to adopt me in a developed country? I have a good sense of humour!
The detective

Wad vent #6

Title: Muérdago (which means Mistletoe in spanish)
Rating: G
Fandom: Sherlock (could be either set in Sherlock Special or ACD)
Characters: Dr Watson, Mr Holmes
Summary: A very rudimentary sketch but made with a lot of love -and eraser!
Warnings: implied slash but nothing explicit
Author's Notes: Sketched for WAdvent 2015

The detective

Observations, JWP #26, 2015

Title: Observations
Author: rojo3131
Rating: PG-13
Universe: ACD Holmes
Character(s): John Watson, Sherlock Holmes
Relationship/Pairing: nope
Summary: Watson makes up his mind about something
Content warning: rushed fic and mentions of drugs
Word Count: 153
Author note:  In response to JWP #26 "The one you were expecting" Well I was expecting the mention of drugs, so here's my offer:
It had not been an overly long case but it had taken a toll on my friend.
For two hours since we arrived to the flat, he did nothing but eat enormous amounts of food and chat animatedly on various subjects, until I suggested to move ourselves to the chairs in front of the fireplace.

He, of course, complied at once, thinking my old war wounds were bothering me.

Half an hour after we were comfortably seated by the hearth, he fell asleep so deeply, for he had not done so in days, that it gave me time to observe him.

My eyes went from the delicacy of his eyelashes, so dark and full that they framed the grey eyes underneath beautifully, to his left arm, an incredible contrast; strong and sinewy but so marked from years of abuse.

What kind of friend was I, that I let him do that to himself?
The detective

No more food, JWP #24, 2015

Title: No more food
Author: rojo3131
Rating: G
Universe: ACD Holmes
Character(s): John Watson, Sherlock Holmes
Relationship/Pairing: nope
Summary: On monday it had been roasted lamb
Content warning: rushed fic
Word Count: 62
Author note:  In response to JWP #24 "Long suffering woman"
On monday it had been roasted lamb
On tuesday it was the steak and kidney pie
Wednesday was Shepherds pie
She had a bit of hope by Thursday so she made a casserole of meat and vegetables
By friday she didn't even bother. What was the use of cooking if her tenants didn't have the courtesy to be there to eat it?
The detective

Hell and karma, JWP #21, 2015

Title: Hell and karma
Author: rojo3131
Rating: PG
Universe: BBC Sherlock
Character(s): John Watson, Sherlock Holmes
Summary: Sherlock breaks a leg...well ankle
Content warning: rushed fic
Word Count: 121
Author note:  In response to JWP #21 "Heat rash"
It was unfortunate, that just when Sherlock had decided to believe himself Superman for a night, he had miscalculated and landed rather badly, breaking his ankle and needing a cast to set it to rights.
It was more unfortunate that four weeks after the cast had been set on, the worst wave of heat in decades had made them human puddles of sweat and irritability. Sherlock, always the pain in the arse, had manage to develop a truly frightening mood along with an spectacular rash that extended to half his body, including arm pits, neck and chest.
For John, it was just hell and karma, for he had been the one to tell Sherlock that the jump between buildings was impossible.
The detective

As soon as possible, JWP #22, 2015

Title: As soon as possible
Author: rojo3131
Rating: PG
Universe: ACD Holmes
Character(s): John Watson, Sherlock Holmes
Relationship/Pairing: nope
Summary: Gone to docklands.Meet me there as soon as possible.
Content warning: rushed fic
Word Count: 150
Author note:  In response to JWP #22 "While you were out"
John Watson was finally returning to 221B, after an interminable visit to a woman ill with pneumonia, when he saw a small boy running towards him.
"Dr Watson! Oh Dr. Watson, I'm so glad I found you!"

The green eyes on the poor boy were the very manifestation of stress
"What is the matter Billy?"
"Someone attacked Mr. Holmes and he's at St. Barts! Only he was too worried 'bout you, he keep struggling, so I ran here"
"Come Billy, hurry, fetch a cab!"
Two days later, when Holmes was on the safe side of medicine, the good Doctor returned home to rest for a moment and refresh himself before going back to the hospital.
Only then, when he had taken a bath and was about to head out, did he notice a small note, pinned on his bedroom door.

Gone to docklands.Meet me there as soon as possible. Sherlock