start spreadin' the news

Once again grains of sand have slid through the hour glass over and over again and a significant number of days have passed since the last posting. Which DOES mean however that they have gone quickly, and busily, and thankfully so, as in a mere four times 24 hours I will be in NEW YORK CITY for a whirlwind 24 of my own in one of the best places on Earth. The memory of the last time conjures up so much excitement I'm bubbling from the inside out and can't wait to be swallowed into it all over again. It is a place that think I could assimilate to quite easily - drop me off (um, with ample resources, please, financial and otherwise) and I would have the most FAAH of existences ever. Oh yes, test me, please...

Although, this notion exists for many of my favourite cities; the feeling that I could be dropped off and survive in bliss in a matter of mortal seconds. Some places I love but hesitate to make the same assumption. Paris, for one, I would imagine necessitates a solid social network to create an exciting life, as the Parisiennes are not apt to welcome the un-French with open arms, and is not a city best spent enjoying on your own. And Porto, loved beyond belief, is more so for those there than the city, but that in itself renders the social dilemma mute. New York and Barcelona, however, with their never-sleeping-always-open hours, open doors, networks of those from here and there and everywhere, and never ending humm of excitement, there a One could manage quite easily.

Mmmm nice thoughts for an otherwise ho-hum Monday morning. TIME FASTER QUICKLY GO PLEASE.

But since the last post, many an event has transpired. GSP has celebrated another year (HAPPY BIRTHDAY SP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!), the Who's Who of FIP have passed a week at Headquarters, and life with the Roomie continues in unabated hedonism (on HIS part, not mine).

And although excited about the upcoming North American trek, mostly about NYC, am most looking forward to the fact that the days will be filled with all kinds of fun that will have them sprinting forward, as ONE MONTH from today I am set to touch down in one of the other afore mentioned cities to visit an afore mentioned feature in the Myr Life Magazine, and for that I watch each second tick!

the constituents of a good day

(Pro-Blog - wow look at ME blogging TWO days in a row! Ahhh back on track, baby...)

Today has been good. Why, you may ask? Productivity was not exactly at an all-time high....I'm suffering from a mild headache...my workout and lack of lunch has left me feeble (oh woe, woe woe woe ; ) and the skies are purging rain. BUT, as I say over and over again, it is far from being about the what and the where than about the who, and today, the WHO were FAB and a HALF!

AM: Mostly spent Google chatting to JJ, freshly arrived in Berlin...he WILL be fine, once he finds the cheese and butter...

Early PM: BH90210, about nothing in general but everything laughable. No, despite any recent mention, this gold standard has not left the scene, thankfully, and I believe dinner is in the works on Sat-o-rama.

Late PM: THE BEAN! GSP in full form on a quest to find me the cookies I have been so desperately craving only available in EVERYWHERE outside this divinely-forgotten corner of Europe. And OH NO, he didn't believe me, VITALINEA DOES MAKE COOKIES. I really must march over to Barca RIGHT NOW and prove my point. I really must. Now.

And now, in the Later PM, tis almost time to jet-set-satellite on outta here. But now of course I really want those cookies....

reality tv

WOW. Any Grey's Anatomy fans out there? The best episode of any tv I have seen in years (and this from a DIE HARD SATC fan). And begs the question: if this was YOUR last day...and I already know. Exactly. Not one, tiny, miniscule doubt or further contemplation needed. But don't bother asking.

But, one need not occupy oneself with such thoughts (although I find that such crazy what-if scenarios are v useful for mindlessly passing the 15 minute walk to work and back which I have grown to hate again with the coming of the chilliness) when reality is not tv and we plug along.

Although continually busy, time seems to be passing with palpable slowness as the gap between being stationed and moving is naggingly evident. Eighteen days 'til I am on the go again with the MOTHER of all crazy flight schedules: Amsterdam-Frankfurt-NYC (STOPOVER - THROW YOUR HANdS UP!!) - Chicago-Winnipeg (feel the love)- San Antonio - Chicago - New York - Frankfurt - Amsterdam. *phew* I'm spent.

Of course I can't help but skip ahead a month until November which will be FULL of B's and J's and G's and SO MANY GOOD TIMES the equal reality that they will end is CRUSHING; any sequentially minded individual would not subject oneself to such fall-outs until necessary, if at all, but, well, welcome to my world.

In the mean time, I think I'm allergic to darkness. I keep waking up with hives - a nice big splotchy one on my forehead, how HAHHHT is that?

More tv on. Must go.