Some songs remain the same.
Maybe four-ish years ago I read a bunch of Cloud Atlas-and-earlier David Mitchell alternating books with Murakami and it's all mixed up in my head.
My favorites moments of each stay separate, the egg glowing in their hands... being able to see stars from the bottom of the well during daytime... the flaying in Manchuria.
I have a thing for flaying in stories and I guess that's probably a little gross.
But who has the goatman and the stories in the RV?
Yakuza plots crossing back and forth.
In Palo Alto I half-fell down some unlit stairs (a small set -- maybe four steps) and caught myself with the back of my hand against a concrete wall leaving three scrapes on my knuckles where I caught myself.
They are well-scabbed and on their way to gone now.
I didn't know the stairs were there.
In Palo Alto I banged my leg against a handle that stuck out of the desk in my room and got a pretty nasty bruise.
That's almost gone now.
Heading into Palo Alto, I got a wicked headache in the descent. A real skull-splitter up front.
My heads feeling good right now.
When we land it'll be Baltimore, middle of the night and I'll be all congested and blowing my nose will make me dizzy and my ears pop.
Happens everytime I fly.
The cocktail is an American invention, I hear. I'm proud of that.
Vodka came to America by way of the Moscow Mule, San Francisco. Try one some time.
If you already have. I know! Crazy.
Soda with bitters at the end of a good vacation.
Sleeping in your own bed at the end of a good vacation.
Just a little more cheese at the end of a good vacation.
Seeing your daughter at the end of a good vacation.
The news is still there, though I hear the Supercommittee is done.
Pepper spray and all kinds of shit.
But I'm not quite back yet.
Gonna head upstate for a little bit.
Location:In the air between SLC and BWI