Tuesday, August 10, 2004
Pre-travel notes, part 5
If there is another pre-travel post after this, then I will have missed my bus because I am dangerously close to the time when I should be ON the bus.
My overnight flight from Chicago lands me at CDG airport in Paris from where I surely will miss the connecting flight to Venice. Still, once on the continent, one can manipulate oneself over to the right place in no time. [As usual, I have an interesting array of transport systems ahead of me – from bus to planes to boat and eventually, later in the week, to train and then to car. Have I covered them all?]
This, then, is an announcement of a 24 hour lull in blogging. Most people worry about getting to their destinations in one piece, with suitcase in hand, more or less on schedule. Once there, they worry about getting into the new currency mode and not getting hopelessly lost in strange cities. Me, I worry about enabling my computer and finding a WiFi source and in the alternative, figuring out the local dial-up options. The Internet has taken over my soul!
“Ocean” is officially in repose as I make my way over the bigger, bluer, wetter Ocean...
My overnight flight from Chicago lands me at CDG airport in Paris from where I surely will miss the connecting flight to Venice. Still, once on the continent, one can manipulate oneself over to the right place in no time. [As usual, I have an interesting array of transport systems ahead of me – from bus to planes to boat and eventually, later in the week, to train and then to car. Have I covered them all?]
This, then, is an announcement of a 24 hour lull in blogging. Most people worry about getting to their destinations in one piece, with suitcase in hand, more or less on schedule. Once there, they worry about getting into the new currency mode and not getting hopelessly lost in strange cities. Me, I worry about enabling my computer and finding a WiFi source and in the alternative, figuring out the local dial-up options. The Internet has taken over my soul!
“Ocean” is officially in repose as I make my way over the bigger, bluer, wetter Ocean...
Pre-travel notes, part 4
karaoke?
Perhaps sane people would not have chosen to attend a karaoke event on the eve prior to their departure on an extended trip. But I could not resist. For one thing, there were 5 bloggers present. That’s virtually a blogger flood. Then, too, it was a sociology happening and even though I am no longer a sociologist per se, I feel a great attachment to the people in that discipline.
It is late and I am just hours away from my departure, but I have to put in a plug for the misaligned in my previous post Dorotha and JFW – they were the propelling forces behind the karaoke night and I don’t care how sinister and cool they want to appear, they were magnificent karaoke-ists.
So it was all worth it. Except that once home, I realized that I had left my camera back at the Karaoke Kid. I really don’t mind driving back and forth on a night like this, but jeez, can’t I ever be more in control of my possessions when the schedule gets tight?
Perhaps sane people would not have chosen to attend a karaoke event on the eve prior to their departure on an extended trip. But I could not resist. For one thing, there were 5 bloggers present. That’s virtually a blogger flood. Then, too, it was a sociology happening and even though I am no longer a sociologist per se, I feel a great attachment to the people in that discipline.
It is late and I am just hours away from my departure, but I have to put in a plug for the misaligned in my previous post Dorotha and JFW – they were the propelling forces behind the karaoke night and I don’t care how sinister and cool they want to appear, they were magnificent karaoke-ists.
So it was all worth it. Except that once home, I realized that I had left my camera back at the Karaoke Kid. I really don’t mind driving back and forth on a night like this, but jeez, can’t I ever be more in control of my possessions when the schedule gets tight?
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