Straight up, this is a long one.  Sorry, sis.  I didn't want to trim one entry shorter. -- 05 Apr 2008. 10:30pm. Barcelona. We woke up bright and early, showered quickly, and dashed down to the train station in order to catch the 7:00am train.  Sleep sloughed from my eyes like scales as we neared the city, the sun beginning to crest along the water, a carefully constructed vision of pastel pinks, rosy reds, deep oranges and the consummate yellow. We had ar...

Howdy, y'all.  I've been in Madrid for the past week, so I'm a bit behind.  Like 20 hand-written pages behind.  And each article I post here is usually 2-3 pages.  So I've got a bunch, and I'm going to try to keep them shorter for Cedarbird's sake, since she loves to complain about how long-winded I get.  Whatever. -- 02 Apr 2008.  5:24pm. "Say pull for me again. "Say hot for me again." I sit in the darkened booth, twisted sid...

A new post from Spain.  I want to apologize for my last couple.  They were inappropriate, and now no longer exist.

I sit languidly in my chair, watching the fly buzz about the room, hear the faint tick tock, tick tock of my watch as my lifeless hand hangs dumbly, swinging slowly for no apparent biological reason.

Hiromi, for all her vibrance, can't keep me there.  I drift . . .

Thanks first to Kelly for resurrecting the JUWC.  I'm so sick of what passes as political and religious 'debate' on this site that I'd much prefer writing and reading such as this.

In the OP, I posted a haiku as a joke, saying that was my submission, but then I was bitten by the haiku bug, and today I was finally able to sit down and finish my haiku story.  it's nothing special, but it doesn't suck as bad as I feared it would.

Friends, Romans, countrymen, once again I come to bore you with tales from the other side of the world.  Just wait until you hear what happened last night, though.

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More Spain stories - I'm still a couple days behind, but I wanted to get these posted tonight.  We still have to get to the aqueduct, the Holy Week processions, all sorts of stuff.  It's never-ending fun!

For years I have been San Chonino.

Years and years and years.  Since 2004, approximately.  In the link up top, it explains exactly how and when that name came to be.

Yet now I find myself in the midst of a possible identity crisis - a desire to change my online handle.

It turns out that five years ago today, 19 March 2003, the Iraq War started.

Now, I could turn this into a diatribe that leans either way; I could write a scathing screed against the war, or I could write a patriotic tribute to the 'nobility' of war.

Screw all that.

Another installment of "I'll tell you guys but I'll never tell my parents, least of all while I'm over here!"  You know you want to read!  It's just one big chunk of one night's activities and it is quite . . . salacious . . . today. -- 14 Mar 2008.  11:14 am. Only in Tarragona. Last night I went to a concert for the Tarragona International Dixieland Festival.  It was good to get out of the house and away from my roomie. It was a warm, clear night as I str...

Okay, I need something besides Spain stories on my 'blag', or I'm gonna lose all my referrals.  (Thanks to those that continue to come around and read those - wait until you read my next entry, about what happened last night at the Dixieland concert. ) So I bring you new Bushisms, for enjoyment of all.  Well, for the enjoyment of me. -- "In all due respect, I'm not so sure it's credible to quote leading news organizations about - well, never mind." -- Third presidential de...

More crap from you-know-where.  You probably don't care anymore. Oh well.  Whatever. -- 11 Mar 2008.  3:42 pm. Sitting in the basement, watching the clothes spin in the dryer. There are other things I could and should be doing, rather than being trapped by the jumble of my own clothes.  Their motion seems to be the only thing that can hold my attention.  My Elliott homework isn't going to get done today.  Neither is the critical analysis of Valle-Incl...

If you haven't read the first part yet, best read that first. http://sanchonino.joeuser.com/article/303437/La_casa_vidriera_-_A_Tragedy_in_Two_Acts_part_one -- 05 Mar 2008. 4:24 pm.   Hillary and I went for a walk through the old part of town today, just meandering with no particular destination in mind, and with no other goal than simply being together.   As we strolled slowly, I put my arm around her firm, toned waist. She burned with a vibrance, like a spring that can ...

My entry for the JUWC this time is yet another excerpt from my travel journal.  (I know, it's boring, but it fits the criteria, because every single one of these posts is me standing naked in a glass house, for all of you to see.  I doubt the monkey will make an appearance.) It is divided into two acts (because frankly, it's too long to be one post) and we'll call it "La casa vidriera: A Tragedy in Two Acts - or, Flame and Fizzle". Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your big fa...

Manos morenas, dedos largos, estrechos, uñas pintadas perfectamente púrpureas, muñeca frágil, delicada, venas azules.   Hombro fuerte, lleno de energía, alfilado, cubierto por bufanda negra y gruesa, piel blanda, oscura, dulce, salada.   Cuello porcelano, mejillas rosadas con pecas, labios llenos, rojos, cálidos, plenos, ojos espléndidos, verdes, sonrisa única.   Te beso. ...