mooks, maoris and .357 magnums

hi kids.
it’s been a tick since i last checked in with you, but i have been up to quite a bit.  i dropped into hong kong for a kip, caught on movies via qantas in demand, went to very many meetings, got a new roommate, took a bus tour up to northland and a boat [...]

would i lie to you?

not about the important things, friends.
exhibit a:
http://i195.photobucket.com/albums/z55/donniebrusco/riogrande.jpg

yes, that’s my eye and earlobe in the corner.
please, no more applause.

fording the rio grande

oh, where to begin, where to begin.
we got to barca around four or five in the afternoon: hot, tired and thrilled to be amongst spaniards.  we grabbed some fabulous food and went up and checked into our hovel.  i mean hole.  i mean hostal.  we grabbed some rest, went out for a bocadillo in a [...]

what do you get when you cross a hedge fund trader and a longshoreman?

well, that depends on whom you ask, i guess.  but according to ronnie of carle place, long island, what you get is what i, apparently, need. 
cs lewis and i met at the beer garden for a drink after an especially painful stab therapy session.  as i’d suspected, cs lewis’d made friends by the time i arrived.  [...]