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Green Recliner Friday, Apr. 18, 2008 - 12:26 a.m. I'm back in my green recliner again. John is sitting here next to me, rendered utterly silent as he listens to his magickal new doohickey, an iPod Shuffle. --- Here is the playlist I installed on my Shuffle for the flight back to San Francisco: (Song -- Artist) In A Big Country -- Big Country Now, mind you, I'm no deejay; I have no conception of what belongs in any given order. I just wanted to have these particular songs rolling around in my head when I flew. I think I probably had a reason for each of them, but as at the end of every journey, the details are already becoming a little soft around the edges. But then again, maybe that's as it should be, because when that happens, I am compelled to make yet another trip. --- Gee, it was sure nice to be away from San Francisco during all of the hoo hah earlier in the month -- and to find out that in some areas of the media, we're quite the laughing stock. The rest of my eye-opening experiences were far less mortifying than tuning in to any ten minutes of LA talk radio. Sigh. --- I'm writing my entry during a rerun of the South Park episode where everybody loses their Internet and suffer from withdrawl symptoms. There was a line in there about using the laptop and watching tv at the same time and not paying attention to either of them. Or something. --- Anyway, there. I'm back in San Francisco. As ever, my love and thanks to Old Buddy Dave who is always a tolerant and wonderful host. Extra thanks to Scott Hysmith for making some space for a visit as well. --- That's it! Have a nice Friday. ---
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