La versión en español está después de la versión en inglés.
When I was growing up, calling someone a drip meant you thought they were dull, boring, and lacking personality. An old school autograph album ditty went: “When it rains I think of you. Drip. Drip. Drip.” Well, in Gen Z slang drip means clothes and accessories. If someone tells me they love the drip, it means they love what I’m wearing. I’d be hearing that all the time in the States because as they also say, I’ve got mad drip (excellent style). Remember the phrase “dripping with style”?
Unfortunately, the drip here is another leak in our bathroom ceiling. There’s been no rain. The only water on the roof would be coming from the air-conditioning unit. Did you know that unit has an official name? It’s RTU, which means Rooftop Unit. Isn’t that clever? (I’m a frickin’ encyclopedia today.) We’ve had a towel on the floor for a few days to catch the drip and bits of the ceiling tile as it crumbles.
Yesterday, I had planned before 6 p.m. to get the clothes off the line on the roof and then have a siesta. But I remembered our big grocery delivery would be here any time after 6 and San Geraldo was already having a siesta. So, I instead drew some more and picked up around the house. SG arose and a moment later the delivery was here. While he received the delivery, I ran up to the roof to take down the laundry and fold it. I helped put away a few things in the kitchen and went to bed.
Immediately, I received a phone call that the repairmen would be here momentarily. While they were here, I picked up around the house and finished putting away the groceries. The lead guy said he knew exactly where the leak was coming from (famous last words), a hole in a hose. They’ll be back this evening (it’s never a one-day affair) with new hose and it will be “perfect.” I do wonder if, yet again, he simply saw the water dripping from that spot on the hose and decided there’s a hole. We shall see.
According to the weather forecast, tomorrow is supposed to be the “nicest” day in the next 7 days with a more reasonable high of 34C/93.2F. It will be around 17C/62.6F when I get up. Maybe that will be my day for the archaeology museum.
Drawing again has given a jolt to my energy, confidence, and mood. Inspiration and encouragement from other bloggers (and always from San Geraldo) has certainly helped. Today, I’m going to walk over to the National Police office and see if I can get an appointment in-person to update our addresses. Still nothing available online. I don’t hold out much hope. But it will happen someday. The image below is an old work and an example of what I’m currently creating.
De pequeña, llamar a alguien “drip” (goteo) significaba que pensabas que era soso, aburrido, y sin personalidad. Un viejo poema de un álbum de autógrafos decía: “Cuando llueve, pienso en ti. Gota. Gota. Gota.” Bueno, en la jerga de la Generación Z “drip” significa ropa y accesorios. Si alguien me dice que le encanta la “drip”, significa que le encanta lo que llevo puesto. Lo oiría todo el tiempo en Estados Unidos porque, como también dicen, tengo un “mad drip” (goteo loco).
Por desgracia, el “goteo” aquí está en el techo del baño. No ha llovido. La única agua que llega al techo sería la del aire acondicionado. Llevamos unos días con una toalla en el suelo para recoger la gota y los trozos de la placa del techo que se desmoronan.
Ayer, antes de las 18:00, había planeado sacar la ropa del tendedero de la azotea y luego echarme una siesta. Pero recordé que el gran reparto de la compra llegaría alrededor de las 18:00 y San Geraldo ya estaba durmiendo la siesta. Así que, en lugar de eso, dibujé más y recogí algunos restos de la casa. SG se levantó y un momento después llegó el reparto. Mientras él recibía la entrega, subí corriendo al techo a bajar la ropa y doblarla. Ayudé a guardar algunas cosas en la cocina y me fui a la cama.
Inmediatamente, recibí una llamada diciendo que los técnicos llegarían enseguida. Mientras estaban aquí, recogí algunos restos de la casa y terminé de guardar la compra. El encargado dijo que sabía exactamente de dónde venía la fuga (últimas palabras famosas): un agujero en una manguera. Volverán esta noche (nunca es cosa de un día) con una manguera nueva y quedará perfecta. Me pregunto si, una vez más, simplemente vio el agua goteando de ese punto de la manguera y pensó que había un agujero. Ya veremos.
Según el pronóstico del tiempo, mañana será el día más agradable de los próximos 7 días, con una temperatura máxima más razonable de 34 °C/93,2 °F. Al levantarme, rondará los 17 °C/62,6 °F. Quizás ese sea mi día para ir al museo de arqueología.
Dibujar de nuevo me ha dado un empujón de energía, confianza y ánimo. La inspiración y el ánimo de otros blogueros (y siempre de San Geraldo) sin duda me han ayudado. Hoy voy a ir a la comisaría de la Policía Nacional a ver si puedo conseguir una cita en persona para actualizar nuestras direcciones. Todavía no hay nada disponible en línea. No tengo muchas esperanzas. Pero algún día ocurrirá. La imagen de abajo es una obra antigua y un ejemplo de lo que estoy creando actualmente.
Click the image it to see the mad drip.
Haz clic en la imagen para ver el “mad drip”.
I do remember that very popular expression back in the day…….to call someone a ‘drip’ was considered the ultimate insult.
Hope your ‘dripping’ problem is resolved very soon….for good.
Always good to ‘get out of our head’ whenever possible or necessary.
Jim,
Drip is apparently fixed! I saw the damaged pipe this time.
I really don’t speak Gen Z. You stay so young and current. Have fun today.
David,
I don’t know much Gen Z either. Not much opportunity to hear it in English here.
I just love your art. You have such talent! AND you’ve got MAD DRIP!
Jennifer
Jennifer,
Thanks so much for your graciousness and support. I always appreciate you!
All those bright and cheery coloured markers — how could they NOT produce a good mood while using them! That artwork is a feast for the eyes, so much to see — I think my favourite figure is the delightful mermaid!
Debra,
Ah thanks! So grateful for the support from an artist like yourself! You have always been an inspiration. I loved the mermaid when I created her and I still do.
Oh, you flatter this hobbyist! Merci!
The complex artwork, to my dark vision, is like Dante! When there are complex images with writhing human figures that’s where my mind goes. It’s all good. Boud
Boud:
Bless YOUR heart! Yeah, your seeing inside my head.
I can’t even imagine where to begin, or how you end up with something like that, and with all of the colors working well off of each other. Ohhhh la la!
(Sending good wishes for the ceiling drip…. oh my heavens!)
Judy C,
You’re seeing the inner workings of my mind. The figures simply flow from my brain to my pen. I look at the white spaces and know who belongs there. It’s bliss. Ceiling drip is fixed (I do believe).
I’ve seen photos and I think you do have mad drip!
I think I have slightly crazy drip.
Glad you’re drawing; I know it brings a good feeling to you.
That said … we will be over 100-degrees today with what they call the 100-feels-like-degrees. I will be sitting in the refrigerator, in my nekkid drip, if anyone needs me.
Bob,
It’s good to have drip of any kind. Drawing makes me so happy. My best therapy. Share photos of your nekkid fridge drip. Be well!
I had forgotten about that use of the word “drip” but yes, you’re right. No one wanted to be called a drip.
I think I may know what’s causing your drip. This is because I had a conversation about a ceiling leak a tenant is having with Mr. Moon. He told the tenant that the ceiling was dripping because he hadn’t cleaned out the AC hose (or something) and that’s all he needed to do. Oh yeah, an put in a new filter. He acted like EVERYONE knows you have to do this. I pointed out to him that no, many people do not.
Mitchell! I never, ever would have imagined that is the sort of artwork you do! It’s so intricate and so wildly colored. I can’t even begin to see everything in it and yet, you drew everything in it. You have truly blown my mind. Dante does indeed come to mind as Boud said. I’m so glad you’re creating again and that it is having such a good effect on you.
Ms. Moon:
The AC hose wasn’t clog but a connection in the pipe had lost some of its seal. All’s well now… until the next one! Thanks a million for your reaction to my art!
I must say that ‘mad drip’ sounds like an embarrassing symptom of an std (or whatever those are called now) . That being said (somebody had to), I do love your artwork. I may have to commission a piece from you. Nah, too much pressure. You continue to enjoy your drawing, Scoot.
Deedles:
I DID think about an STD and figured you would go there. Thanks for never letting me down. I’m going to have my latest work professionally scanned (when it’s finished).
I have never heard drip in that way (the modern way you mentioned). I’ve only heard it as an insult. These kids today!
Hope the leak from the a/c is truly sorted. LOVE your drawing!
Steve:
I wonder if Gen Z in England have the same expressions or entirely different ones. We have no exposure to it here, although there must be Gen Z Spanish. It looks a real leak was fixed. Here’s hoping. Thanks!
That air-conditioner unit has probably had those problems building-up for years, judging by our experience of just about every apartment we’ve ever stayed in in Spain. They always look somewhat rusty and weathered and something I would never dream of going anywhere near, to unblock or change whatever. If it falls apart, I’d rather it be in the hands of someone else 🥸 Jx
PS Groovy psychedelic artwork!
Jon:
Not our experience here in our apartments really. Anyway our central heat and AC here is only about 8 years old. The unit on the roof looks brand new. As they say, shit happens. Thanks regarding the artwork. When I was in high school I created op art. Wonder if I have something to share. I did a giant psychedelic pear.
Gen Z slang is essentially a foreign language 😂
Adam
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Adam:
I have so little exposure to it, so I love learning these things online.
I just caught up on your last five posts! I am glad that you’ve started drawing again. I look forward to viewing some of your creations. Your hitchhiking to Niagara Falls had me smiling a big smile. And wow, it is hot where you are. We are under a heat advisory for the next few days with “feels like” temps at 112 degrees.
Michael:
The one benefit of being here is that when it’s 108, it only feels like 108. LOL. I am so happy to be drawing again, and liking what I’m producing.
I love the drawing! I had to zoom in and examine every part. So much to see! I’m glad it’s made you cheerier.
Kelly:
Oh, than you so much! I still love exploring the drawing.
Now I see why you wanted bright, colourful markers, Scoot! My favourite figure is the one in the white, pink and red zig-zag caftan… it reminds me of a top I had like that in the early 1970’s that I loved to wear!
Tundra Bunny:
That zig-zag kaftan was very 70s. I regretted it at first and now I love her. Maybe I knew I’d be knowing you someday.
Oh yes, that drawing!
Love the colors and the style. Yes.
And I’d freak out completely with a drip from the ceiling!! A hose? What?
XOXO
Sixpence Notthewiser:
It’s industrial hosing attached to the pipe. Actually good quality. The leak (I saw it) was in the seal the two pipes attached to the hose. They’ve been replaced. Here’s hoping. The central AC is 8 years old, which is often when things start to happen. Thanks, re the drawing. I’m having such a good time. Will share when it’s done.
Never heard of “drip” … but the art! How do you do that?
Not anonymous! I always forget to click on the W
Frank:
The new way of using drip was news to me. The art just pours out of my head. I look at the white spaces and imagine what/who belongs there. The more filled the page gets, the more fun it is. You are seeing the inner workings of my mind. I just start to draw. Then, I look at the white spaces I’ve created and imagine what belongs there, and it simply grows and grows. So far, I have 8 figures on my new drawing.
OK, what gives? There is no “W” WordPress to click on! – Frank, Anonymous again!
In Guys and Dolls, a “drip” is psychosomatic cold that Adelaide suffers from having to wait too long for her boyfriend to propose to her.
Anyway, great piece of art at the bottom of that post.
Kirk:
Le grippe, le grippe, le post-nasal drip. I LOVE that song! Thanks re the art. I look forward to sharing my new one when it’s done.
Maybe one day you will have a retrospective of all your work.
larrymuffin:
What a thought!