what is migaland?
Put simply, it is the best I can do to stuff thirteen years of expat experience in Buenos Aires into a double-decker story sandwich with no sharp edges or crust that gets caught in your teeth. It’s a slightly more gourmet take on the traditional recipe of resignation and mediocrity. The base layer is my thinly sliced entrepreneurial spirit, blanketed with improbable situations and remarkable twists, and dressed with some it’s-okay-aioli to make it go down a little easier. The second layer is really more of the same, but if I’ve learned anything here, it’s that the same tastes different every time.
And what is miga?
what are you talking about?
Since moving (unintentionally) to Argentina thirteen years ago, job titles and monikers have included: luxury tour guide, b&b proprietrice, tango shoe-bag maker, repeated GMAT test-taker, SEO seller, coincidence teller, dojo innovator, private investigator, novice locksmith, handwriting analyst, children’s aikido instructor, and Patagonian swashbuckler.
That’s what I talk about. The blog posts are random, arbitrary and often incomplete accounts of some of these iterations and incarnations, some of which had or have physical addresses, others domains, and the rest so preposterous that you might be tempted to call me names. Rest assured though that nothing here, however unfortunate, is false. Please help yourself to a sandwich.
what about the donkeys?
Since I lived in Ireland, before my relocation to the southern cone, these animals have been grazing in the boggy corners of my brain, and made themselves at home in my heart. After cervical spine surgery a little short of two years ago, the burros trotted to center stage in my life, and are making themselves heard.
What does that have to do with anything?
Have a look to help me help people. And also help me justify that i have not outgrown my childhood stuffed-animal obsession.
why sign up?
What do you get? Let’s be honest and say that you are probably doing more for me than I am for you, but that’s what charity is about.
You’ll be triumphing over chronos and working more kairos into your life. Time will stand still and wait for you to catch up. Every new trip-up of mine, regardless of its real-time component of disaster, will go directly to your inbox. And I won’t know if you chuck it out with the 43 life-changing newsletters you signed up for last week.
Further, you’ll have a leg up on the community of people who tend to learn from purpose and positivity. At the end of each post, you’ll be basking in the sun of success while you look down the beach at the poor girl, flapping around and belly up like a dying seal on the cyber-shoreline.