September 2005

8 minutes. Okay. Roller disco: MOST HILARIOUS THING EVER. Okay. Here’s how it goes. There are five kinds of people there:1. People who are good and have clearly done this before. They’re usually the ones who are employed by the club to keep people from getting run over when they fall on their ass. Fancy […]

Note about money: Aside from rent it seems remarkably cheap to live in London. If you take things as a 1:1 conversion (which is about right since an office worker doing something slightly more advanced than data entry could earn about £7/hour) then food is slightly cheaper (especially bottled water, hello, 70p/litre!) and clothes are

Twenty minutes. This thing is making me concise and a wicked fast typist. And less distracted! All good things, I think. I spent most of yesterday evening in bed reading and knitting and having some more beer. John came home around midnight and we spent an hour and a half swapping music on our computers.

I have 16 minutes so this’ll be quick. John is out to dinner with a former professor. They offered to let me join, but it would be a night of recollecting places I’ve never been to, people I don’t know, and situations at which I was not present. So I passed in order to have

Day 2: London: John’s flat (actually, an internet cafe) After a loud night’s sleep — curse you, busy road! — I got up, fought with the hotel’s wireless internet that showed full reception but gave no information. I had to give up after not too long, what with having to be out by 11am. Packed

So I finally tore myself out of bed to look around this London place I’ve somehow found myself in. Despite my notoriously bad sense of direction I just headed out, starting towards the station so I’d have some kind of reference point. And OH I found a sign for a swing dance! Except it’s on

Day 2: London I made it! Not that it was really suspect, but it’s a nice thing to confirm. As I sat in the terminal I brought out my knitting. Some women came by, one sitting next to me. She commented on my knitting and we got into a ten minute yap about knitting and

Day 1: Philadelphia So. The rules of driving to the airport were followed, and since we left with plenty of time we arrived, oh, three hours early. And continuing with the rules I sailed through security with no problem. Even got myself an isle seat. I prefer window seats, but my dad made a fair

ahem: AAAAAUGH! I hate me some packing. I’ve gotten to the point where I’ve decided that if it isn’t in my bag already, I don’t need it. Besides, it probably won’t fit into my bag which holy hell how did it get so full? But things are in there. And I can’t really think of

News, news, news. Item 1: Mark will not be able to hang out in our undecided place because he is Lame. My attitude about this: Whatever. Item 2: Stephanie, who had expressed interest in going to Scotland with me but who wasn’t positive about whether or not it was actually going to happen, is totally