The last beautiful day.

Is it sad that New Buffalo is the jazziest music I own? It is pretty jazzy though...

Uhm! To explain yesterdays post. I spent most of yesterday watching this. Which is a week-daily vidoe bog of two brothers corresponding by no other means than these logs and the occasional phone call. No textual interaction, which is the point of the whole thing. They are smart, funny and weird and take a lot of cues from ze frank, (and are completely aware of this) which is awesome, because I have placed ze on a god-like pedastal and am seriously missing the show. Sincere thanks to Clair for telling me about B2 months ago.

Anyways.

I occurs to me that this was supposed to be a travel blog, yet I talk little of travel. It also occurs to me that whilst travelling, the last thing you want to talk about is travelling, even though you will invariably and sometimes against your own wished end up talking about travel.

Amsterdam is calling and tomorrow I shall answer.

With the re-reading of the Half Blood Prince complete, I have moved onto the last of my book stocks, Shampoo Planet by Douglas Coupland. Harry Potter to Tyler Johnson is quite a leap and took a little getting used to, but all is well.

Last night, not being able to sleep I made a list of famous media centric people who have had partial if not diret influence on my life. I reached 65 in about 5 minutes and decied to stop because it was getting depressing thinking that all these people have unknowingly shaped my life and the lives of thousands if not millions of other people. Which brings more thoughts to me, but those are for face to face articulation where intuition and mind reading can fill in my inevitable gaps.

I want to come home, but it's not quite time to.