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The Greatest Show in the Galaxy!

. . . Or perhaps not. It was a rather small circus. But for small circuses, it did pretty well.

In other words, I went to a circus yesterday. On the whole, I thought that the people acts were better than the animal acts (with the exception of the horses, even though I’m not sure that it’s at all healthy for horses to be doing what that pretty chestnut one was doing, and the dogs who “played” fútbol with balloons were pretty amusing). There were certainly a lot of animals. Besides the horses/ponies (who took up three acts and were quite impressive especially if you consider how small the space was; I quite liked the kid who can’t have been more than seven, who directed tiny ponies (not quite Shetlands, but close)), chimpanzees, a bull (I was somewhat puzzled, but I figure that a bull in a small Spanish circus serves the same function that an elephant would in a larger American circus – certainly the tricks were much the same), large placid snakes and equally large but slightly less placid crocodiles and two largish spiders (the crocodiles performed tricks for a given definition of “tricks,” but the snakes and spiders seemed to be there merely for the oh-look-I’m-holding-a-snake/spider effect, and I really doubted that any of them were very, if at all, dangerous), a llama, performing bears, trained dogs, a cute persian cat that walked something akin to a tightrope with a bird on its back . . . and possibly something else that I’ve forgotten.
As I said, though, I liked the people acts better. There were jugglers (moderately good; the one guy did seven rings, but the woman only did four, and they did seven clubs as a pair, and the man only did four clubs . . . they had two drops, and I noticed that they didn’t keep it up as long as The Give and Take would’ve. They did a pretty good “Friendship, sharing,” type routine with the clubs, though, and I liked the fire. I’d never seen anyone juggle fire in the dark before (though I noticed that they did not juggle fire around the small child . . . I can’t really say that I blamed them), and that was impressive. And while I hadn’t seen the frisbee-plate routine before, I can throw a frisbee at the proper angle into the air that it comes back to me (angle other than vertical), and I don’t think that it would be too terribly hard to “juggle” in that fashion; he would’ve needed to have more than two in the air at any one time before I was really impressed. Which is to say, I’ve seen better jugglers. But perhaps I’m hardly a usual audience. There were aerialists, too, which I thought were good (though I’m a less discerning audience for the single rope and the double cloth than I am for jugglers); I particularly liked the use of black lights with the white costume and white cloth, and the use of the fog machines with the spinning was pretty cool. There was a guy who balanced himself on a stack of chairs and held himself in uncomfortable-looking poses while positioned in that manner . . . he would have been more impressive if I hadn’t just seen the summer Olympics, but on the other hand, I don’t know anyone who can do that. The Spiderman (espeedermahn) act was pretty good; though I liked it better when the lighting was low and dramatic enough that I couldn’t see the flaws in the costume. The guy with the snakes also did fire-breathing. There were clowns. It has been decided in the past that I have very little appreciation for the sort of slapstick that usually accompanies clowns, and I was not surprised (I did, however, like the outfit of the woman who accompanied them, and got through that by waiting for her to turn around so that I could analyze all angles of it and determine if it was possible to keep the general form without actually showing one’s bra in front). There may have been something else, but I don’t remember it at the moment.

We left slightly before the end, but I was, at that point, tired of clowns and my behind was beginning to hurt (I found another set of narrow twisty stairs, and, of course, climbed them. (More on that later.) Yesterday my legs were informing me exactly what they thought of silly tourists who climb things just because they’re there, and then go play fútbol for two hours . . . yes, there was another fútbol game yesterday. I had fun. That’s all that there really is to say on that topic.

And I have photos!
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Have Library Card, Will Travel, and other rambling

My library card arrived on Friday. I think I mentioned that in my last entry. Because I was in Málaga, and because Monday was a holiday (or rather, Sunday was a holiday, and here in Spain if a holiday falls on a weekend, they extend it to a weekday, too), I didn’t get a chance to use it until yesterday. And I successfully acquired a copy of Terry Pratchett’s Mascarada and an anthology of Spanish sci-fi. And I did it all by myself (besides asking where the library was). Well, that’s not entirely true. I did ask for help several times, but I asked Strangers, rather than people who are paid to interact with me – which, if you think about it, a lot of the people who I deal with are. Of course, if you really want to split hairs, the library staff are paid to interact with the library patrons, of which I technically am one, but we’re going to ignore that for the purposes of this argument. And unlike the time I tried to get a local library card at school, I did not need to go home at any point and get more identification; my passport was sufficient (though, mind you, I had about six other pieces if that wasn’t enough). And it was successfully delivered to my residence (when I applied, they asked for my domicilio. I have two addresses, the one where I receive mail and the one where I live, and since there were only two lines, and my receive-mail address is a lot longer than that, I gave them my where-I-live address. I later learned that they would send me the card through mail; if this had occurred to me I would probably have tried to fit my receive-mail address onto the two lines, because my name isn’t on the apartment mailbox, and I wasn’t actually sure that it would arrive. But it did. And I figured how to take out books (there is no browsing room for adult novels; you have to look them up on the online catalog and request them from the room behind the library desk with slips of paper. I would really have preferred a system where I could look at the books before taking them out, but a public library is a lot cheaper than bookstores here, so I won’t complain), and successfully managed to get the right two books (the librarian originally fetched me a sci-fi collection and La Mascara de la Revolucion, or something similar, which, while it looked somewhat interesting, was also giant; about three inches thick, and not actually the book I wanted). I’m still a little bit confused about the children’s section; there seemed to be a notice that only youth under 14 can take out books, but I only saw that after I gave the librarian a request for a book with an asignatura for a children’s book, and she told me that I could go upstairs and get it myself. But I didn’t see any books by that author at all. I’ll figure that out next time. Maybe I was accidentally searching the wrong part of the catalog.
As far as reading, the going is a bit slow, and I have the distinct impression that I’m not picking up on stuff, but I’m hopeful that this will get better.

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