Bleat Jazz and Other Poolside Distractions
by The Brown Monk of Sedona I’m at Poco Diablo Resort being lulled by the aftermath of warm pool water, listening to the strains of music being piped out of poolside speakers. The music bubbles up like a feng shui fountain in the spaces between the words of guests and the sounds of splashing water. I have a habit of naming the innocuous strains of elevator music played there to keep track of tanning time. When “Variegated Vapid Air” followed by “Mexi-Sexy Melody” had finished, that was my cue to turn over. Friday afternoons in the summer are busy time…
Merlin’s Wand
by The Brown Monk Merlin the Magician still has a few tricks up his skirt, even today. Although there are those would like to think otherwise, very few men throughout the history of time can make the claim to truly having brass balls. Not so for Merlin, that enigmatic sorcerer of yore, who had the audacity in his time to use magical subterfuge to ensure the conception of King Arthur, save Briton from chaos and anarchy and dabble in the affairs, politics and intrigue of a far more treacherous time time. Memorialized by local sculptor, John Soderberg, Merlin the Magician…
