I left my laptop on the train this morning. We were pulling into Brussels from Paris. The train continued on to Amsterdam. The computer was on the floor between my feet. I called the station in Amsterdam as soon as … Continue reading
The Paris affair was much more low-key than Madrid. Only a fifth of the turn-out – which isn’t necessarily a bad thing – but also a more subdued attitude. The Spaniards had something to prove to me, and they did. … Continue reading
Today was Spain. We got a massive crowd to turn out and dance, largely because of Remo, the guy on the left, and his CPI site. The man mobilized about half of Madrid. Melissa and I strolled into the Plaza … Continue reading
Morning flight from Dublin. Taxi to hotel. Sleep. Dance badly with 30 strangers. Lisbon is fairly contained and reasonable as a city. You can get your head around it. Also, very pretty. Some dancers took us out for Portuguese sweet … Continue reading
It doesn’t so much set, ya see, as much as it dips across the horizon for a few hours in the middle of the night. Here’s the big Leif Ericson statue in the center of Reykjavic… And here it is … Continue reading
It was supposed to be a break, but it wasn’t. For the last three weeks, I’ve been busier than any time in my life. I came home from Africa still coasting from the high of live television — and still … Continue reading
Woke up to my last day in Africa. South Africa. Where Nelson Mandela’s Yoda-like visage is literally sewn into the furniture. Melissa left two days ago. I was supposed to leave too, but had a change of plans when the … Continue reading
I’ve been invited on the Today Show tomorrow. Barring any number of mishaps which may still occur, I should be on around 8:45am. If it were a few months ago, I’d be able to put a handy YouTube link up … Continue reading
I’m gonna let the pictures do the talking here as much as I can. Our three days in Zambia were mostly just sitting in a truck and taking pictures of stuff, so there’s not much to tell. Yes, those are … Continue reading
My favorite author, Kurt Vonnegut, died yesterday. I spent a particularly grim stretch of my early twenties devouring everything he’d written – and little that he didn’t. I was broke and unemployed, aimless, friendless, and more than anything, I now … Continue reading