Episode XVI: It's Never Been Like That

A couple years ago when I was in Pamplona, Spain, a friend emailed me about how cold Ohio was and that I'd better be enjoying the warm weather. It was 30 degrees and snowing in Pamplona at the time.

A few posts ago here I included a picture of the bridge that leads back to a restaurant I have been to here on the island. My dad referred to it as a ropebridge. There is no rope anywhere in the picture.

One of the other Americans here on this island was back in the States for the holidays. He said a lot of people told him they thought he'd have more of a tan. He probably has the deepest tan of any of us Americans here.

Everyone romanticises where I am and what I'm doing. Spain was cold in the winter in the mountains, just because it's a bridge on an island does not mean it is a ropebridge, I am just as tan here as in the summers in America, and, for the last time, I am north of the equator. North.

By the way, my old university email account is not working. I have not been able to get to it for two weeks. If you have my aol account, you can use that.

I will congratulate the Bears if they win.

Episode XV: Maybe If I Leave You'll Want Me (To Come Back Home)

Picture of Chicago from two Decembers ago. J., remember The Green Mill? Cusack is sitting at the bar of The Green Mill for like thirty seconds in High Fidelity.


My feet a few days ago. Mosquito bites, band-aid from kicking a log underwater, blood under a toe nail from kicking a rock underwater, sandal tan from the sun.


The waterfall A., L., M., and I hiked to a couple weeks ago. About 45 minutes of hiking through a river to get there.

My next radio hour will be (east coast, USA time) February 15th, 11pm. I'll be playing a couple requests, a couple dedications, and a whole gaggle of love songs for Valentine's Day. If you need the link to listen online, email me.

Episode XIV: What He Does

So this was New Year's. We get a lot of packages here because everyone loves us. But we have no use for cardboard. Other than to light it on fire.

Inez: One always dies too soon--or too late. And yet one's whole life is complete at that moment, with a line drawn neatly under it, ready for the summing up. You are--your life, and nothing else.
-Sartre, "No Exit"

Hugo: I don't care what he thinks or what he wants. What counts is what he does.
-Sartre, "Dirty Hands"