The Jet Blue terminal at JFK. After an hour-long subway ride, I am now sitting:
on a stool
at a sushi counter
with an icy martini
and free wifi
Possibly my best airport experience ever. Of course, it does mean — sigh — I’m leaving New York.
The Jet Blue terminal at JFK. After an hour-long subway ride, I am now sitting:
on a stool
at a sushi counter
with an icy martini
and free wifi
Possibly my best airport experience ever. Of course, it does mean — sigh — I’m leaving New York.

You can stop at Eden, but then you’ll never get to El Dorado.
More roadtrip updates when I have better wifi. I tend to take pictures of animals (who doesn’t pull over for buffalo?) and think about how little I remember of the VS Naipaul books I’ve read. In other words, SXSW is behind me, and the vast lands of West Texas are ahead. There’s no NPR out here, people. And the wifi is run by hamsters — lucky for me, I downloaded the latest Bat Segundo at my last stop.
My sister just spent several weeks in Vietnam. And Cambodia. In fact, my sister has gone lots of places — luckily, she usually brings a camera. And she’s just relaunched her
photoblog.
In this picture, she’s the blonde.