"That which is overdesigned, too highly specific, anticipates outcome; the anticipation of outcome guarantees, if not failure, the absence of grace."
-- William Gibson, All Tomorrow's Parties
"Welcome home, Sebastian!"

Finally goddamn home.

After what, ten hours in airports and airplanes, I get to PHL and what happens? Oh, there's no fucking cabs. So people are milling around, walking between dispatch stations, running around on fire, as you might expect. It's 0100 and people just want to get home.

I am amazed there was not a fucking riot. Apparently this shit has been going on since 1600.

Finally I get a cab, double up with some couple who has been travelling just as much as I have today, and ten minutes later I'm home. HOME, BITCHES.

Most Annoying Overheard Conversation: Some girl and guy talking about Brave New World. "And like, the women? Well, I don't remember exactly how like, reproduction worked. Maybe they like donated their eggs and the babies were born in a lab and you couldn't raise them yourself or something?"

Yay for iPod.

I am very glad to be home. And eating. Finally. So tired.

January 4, 2006 2:44 AM