This is the moment when we were still happy. We were in Malaga, Spain, at the Alcazaba, which is essentially a fortified palace built in the eleventh century, and then modified for several successive centuries. (Because that’s what people did back then. Somebody would build a building, then […]
For this week’s Bake, I’m shifting gears a bit and proffering up a round of questions for your consideration. What you choose to do with these queries is entirely up to you. You can answer some or all of them in the comments, you can create your own […]
Nothing fancy this time, with no delicate wordplay or overwrought poetry. Just a random photo, a three-part tribute to the works of Leroy Neiman, the consequences of traveling with plastic ducks, and an homage to Mutual of Omaha’s Somewhat Wild Kingdom. Enjoy. Greetings from Malaga, Spain. By […]
Bjorn, left: “Well, I hear that those wretched Americans are coming down out of the hills of Cómpeta and headed to Malaga.” Torvik, right: “Those words make me weep with inconsolable abandon. Why must they torture us so?” Bjorn: “Now, now. We have to give the poor things […]
Fair Disclosure: This post involves words that are not, for the most part, my own. I’ve wanted to share these lyrics for quite some time, but I could never quite settle on the proper packaging. We all have favorite songs with great meaning, sometimes personal, sometimes universal, but […]
Note: Continuing our enumeration of critical things one must do in order to squeeze the maximum productivity out of your personal day and yet still remain relatively content and happy. Click here to read the first part of the series, in case you don’t recall the bit of a […]
1. Absolutely nothing. 2. Test out the stamina of your alarm clock. You’ve always wondered how many times you can hit the snooze button until it just stops working and you wake up the next day. (It explains all this in the manual, of course, but you haven’t […]
1. The “fake food poisoning” approach. Eat lunch at your desk, but purposely do not finish all of it. Find something odd that you can mix into the remaining food, like cough syrup or pencil shavings. Stir until the mess is completely unrecognizable, just like those dreaded casseroles […]
Sometimes the story is not important, only an image, and some random graffiti, and the happenstance of being in a certain place and time, stumbling across the echoes of others, a thread of connection, wispy, vague, hinting and nudging…
Background Note: This is a post from one of my long-abandoned sites wherein I assumed the persona of a pompous therapist and answered “real” questions submitted by the readers. Enjoy. Dear Dr. Brian, Why do people try to put round pegs in square holes? submitted by Serena […]
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