A jet plane, actually…
I’m outta here at noon today, heading out to the West Coast for holiday debauchery (I wish). Currently listening to Snow Patrol’s “Run” on repeat.
Packed up my plane books: The Origins of War, Zelazny’s The Hand of Oberon, Chris Hedges’s War is a Force that Gives Us Meaning, and Mary Renault’s The Persian Boy, which I’ve been savoring slowly, over many months, like a fine wine.
Ready to fly. I’m a nomad by nature, and I’ve gotten ancy this year – money troubles have prevented me from doing much traveling. I think it’ll be a good break before all hell breaks loose. I’ve got a shitstorm of stuff to take on once I get back.
Will be working on Jihad and Over Burning Cities on the plane. I’m like 80 pages short of where I should be – when having trouble, revert to old-fashioned yellow notepads. They can work wonders.
Will be blogging and checking e-mail sporadically – apparently, my parents’ computer crashed, so I’ll be trying to wrest e-mail privileges from my gamer-brother and his hip customized machine. If you’ve ever tried to part a gamer boy from his machine… yea, definately sporadic access.
