Sunday, April 27, 2003

Got here, doing that

Beautiful flight across the country today. Even though I sat on the sunny side of the plane and the windows were scratched, Utah was just unreal. So was Colorado, still piled high with snow.

Now I'm on dial-up at a hotel in Syosset, craving sleep, needing to work. (Or is it the other way around? I'm losing track.)

The light at the start of the tunnel

I leave in a few hours for New York. See ya there.

Fresher than ever

Michael Taht's Postcards from the Bleeding Edge has been on a roll lately. I've been unfreezing my worldview, he says. I like the concept.