Update: This is a recycled post from 2006. The project did happen. It’s called “There’s no place like it” and it’s here. Hey you disaffected disinclined expatriates, wanna be expatriates, travelers, and non-travelers out there! Hey! Hello! I’ve been listening to a lot of experimental audio lately. And I’d like to try mixing a little …
Because there’s no cable in the meadow. You’d be so pretty if you’d just get that hair out of your eyes. It’s not THAT bad – the other cows won’t even NOTICE. Now you. [tags]caption contest, horns[/tags]
I am irrationally fond of llamas. When J asked me what I wanted to do with the afternoon, I said, “Let’s go see the llamas.” It snowed up high. When the sky lifted yesterday afternoon, you could see that all the peaks around us were dusted with white. It’s Fall. You can feel it in …
Note – July 31, 2008: I recorded this piece in October of 2006 when I was really hating expat life. Currently, we’re in Seattle and while my feelings about expat life haven’t changed all that much, I’m not in that place anymore. Heads up, there’s profanity in the audio, you can’t miss it. I thought …
When you are in a landlocked nation, it is easy to become snobby about seafood – especially if you are from a port city. Once, I dined with a fellow immigrant to Austria (he was from Acapulco) at a seafood meal. “THIS IS NOT FISH!” we declared, a bilateral front of West Coast supremacy. “Face …
“Hey, is there a time machine back there or something?” Yes, I was being a smartass, as usual. But the people coming from that side of the alley had nothing modern about them. The hunter with the heavy wood-stocked rifle hanging over his shoulder. The woman in the elaborate headdress and shiny purple dirndl. The …