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Saturday November 4, 2000
bright lights, fake city
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I miss it myself I haven't been here. Not on the WEB. I achieved daily updates for so long. It was a struggle but when I looked back at it, it was so cool to remember what I did. (Yes, there is the danger that, without a journal, I will forget what I did!) I have been in a travel vortex. And it isn't going to get better for a while. I expect to emerge in December and comment on the holiday of commerce and the madness of e-business from a detached position. My celebration of Thanksgiving will be traditional and filled with family. Christmas will be smaller. I don't plan to acknowledge it particularly except by kicking back with our old folks and enjoying all living (separately) in the same town. When
you travel like this, nothing seems real. The scenes at the airports are
like movies in which you are an extra. The hotels are a blur of TV, desk
with inconvenient power for the laptop, bathroom with little soaps. Europe.
Cafes. Delicious black coffee. Coke poured over a thin slice of lemon.
Steak tartare. Forrest on the other end of the phone or e-mail, unusually
sad without me. Museums. I love 'em.
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miss home and the neighborhood walks and the familar things. I love
travel and home. Business travel is a sad business.
Did you know they have cigarette girls in Vegas? Some great restaurants, though. Did you know that Dom Perignon is only about $80 at Balzar in Paris these days? That Fendant, that white Swiss wine, is actually good with cheese fondue? Oh, well. Some pictures pasted here to hold the place. Visions of away and visions of home.
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