Tag: Malaga

Present Tense – #9

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 […]

Communique from Cómpeta – #12

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 […]

Communique from Cómpeta – #11

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 […]

Communique from Cómpeta – #5

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 […]

Idiot Fondue: Case Study – #13

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 […]