To all of you shblog readers, the following story will give you a view of the Middle East that is the polar apogee of Dear Megan´s lovely pictures. Nadir to her Zenith, if you will. Well, maybe it ties in a little with the second picture.
Today and tomorrow in Granada my fellow students and I are attending the Conference of the Euroarab Foundation, an attempt for Spain and Morocco to get together and just work it out, you know? Anyway, things are all well and good, the panelists are well informed, the discussion is lively and it seems that everybody has a pretty good grasp on the fact that neither Europeans nor North Africans are the devil incarnate.

Except for this one guy.

I can´t remember his name, and thank goodness, but at the end of every session he has stood up, stretched forth his hirsuite little arms to grab the mic and begun to revile all us evil Westerners as the successive angels of the apocalypse. Well, we all would sit quietly and nod and whatever until the last session of today when the cheeky son of his mother gets up and says, "The Great Assassin George Bush should be condemned for entering our nations after what was a simple act of self defense." I can only imagine that he was referring to 9/11. I think every face in the room turned a slightly darker shade of red and no one said a word for a little while. Finally the conductor of the panel cleared his throat and said, "we´ll pass over that question since it doesn´t have anything to do with what we´re doing here today."
Not to further a stereotype, but I half expected him to tear his shirt off and reveal the four kilos of C-4 he had taped to his chest.

I´m going to go get some lemon soda and stare at chick mullets.

Behold, the most popular Spanish hairstyle. Especially for chicks. Or dudes who like to comb the above into a faux-hawk and walk around.
PS- my last two posts are kind of crappy. Sorry.
PPS- both gar´s latest post and his father´s day post made me pee my pants. (though out of contemplative pulchritude, not cause I was laughing.)
PPPS- Happy Birthday, Dad.

I couldn´t resist blogging again. We investigated the most interesting story in class today. So two bank robbers were caught on tape, mind you, in an air duct in a Spanish bank trying to rob the place, imaginably. During their arraignment it turned out that they had been involved in fifteen other bank robberies. Nevertheless, the judge and prosecutor didn´t feel it necessary to hold them before trial, which I think he was leaning to dismiss, due to discrepancies in the police report. After a huge public debate and investigation by the district attorney and vice president, the two men have been arrested again.
Ah, Europe!

Ha! I can blog from Spain! Bienvenidos a mi blog en español. Nothing to report since Saturday, actually, other than the fact that it´s totally weird that I´m in Spain now.
1. The keyboards here are crazy. ñ, ç, are their own keys and everything else is in a slightly different place, making it very difficult to type fast.

2. Here´s a list of Spanish doubles that I´ve seen: Spanish Lauren Holyoak, Spanish Seinfeld, Spanish George Clooney, Spanish Rob Varone (actor´s name not remembered) from Everybody Loves Raymond, and even a Spanish Bill Cosby type who was my bus driver.

3. I left my camera at home, so there will never be a digital record of my stay here, though I may splurge and buy a disposable.

4. What am I doing blogging? I´m in Spain!!! See you suckas later.

Quick post here, and what may be the last post for a while (but not likely). Tomorrow early A.M. I'm driving to Vegas to catch a plane that will take me to Sunny Spain. I'm both nervous and excited, as is the usual with long distance travel. I'll miss my wife terribly. I was going to include this long, philosophical bit here about Americans and their propensity for movement, being a rambler v. being a homebody, but I think we all know the drill. Besides, I'm on my way out for a last meal here in St George. It's been a blast.

Here's me, Sheri and Marty (my Bro in Law) being cool.
Funny story. So I'm hanging out with my father in law in Zion Natl. Park (getting schooled in the outdoor fundamentals) when we decide to detour to a swimming hole to cool off on our way home. He says to me, "come up the hill a little bit. There's this really great waterfall you should see." So I do, and what should greet my eyes but a girl with her back to us putting her bikini top back on. Furthermore, there's another girl in the water doing poses my mother shouldn't know about and a dude with a camera snapping away. A third girl was behind him doing that thing with the reflector making the photo subject look all tan and evenly colored. We just about died trying not to laugh as we slunk away. Surprisingly, their car in the parking lot had Utah plates (as opposed to Nevada plates as we had assumed). I guess you see something new every day.

On another note, David Foster Wallace once wrote, "No matter how smart you think you are, you are actually way less smart than that." I'd like to amend this slightly to read, "No matter how cool you are, you are actually way less cool than that." I think my reoccurring M.A.S.H. dreams are my own testament to that. M.A.S.H.? Really? My imagination can't come up with anything better? I haven't even seen a M.A.S.H. episode for months. M.A.S.H. is a difficult word to type. Try it.

Whew! What a week. So as to keep this long-overdue post as short as possible (thanks a lot, disabled blogger), I'll do a photo review. It's been nothing but fun and games since we've gotten here to St. George.

Here's me climbing last Wednesday.


On Thursday we went wakeboarding. I'd never gotten out of the water before, but I took to it pretty quickly:


Then the band had a couple of great shows in Vegas that weekend. The venue was a little small.


After which Sheri picked me up; we pushed on through to Sunny CA and spent a few days at Disneyland with her family:

Just kidding, it was a blast.

Since then, though, I've felt a bit like a man without a country. All that running around just to come back to a place that really isn't home only to fly off in another week to Spain. Then St. George, Salt Lake for 2 or even 3 days, and then back to California where perhaps I'll have some time to put a couple of roots down. I guess I'm not a ramblin man.

This week's celeb double has no pic that I could find, but if you want to see an exact match, go rent the film "Following" by Christopher Nolan (of "Memento" fame). The character Dobb is an exact match for this man:

You should see it.

In other news, I'm never moving again. If it comes to it, I'd rather burn all of my crap.