Since our departure was delayed by bad weather, my six hour stopover in Heathrow was cut down to five. Still plenty of time for strolling up and down the promenade pondering my need for electronics, cosmetics, and Swarovski kitsch. Plenty of time for deciding between an overpriced sandwich from a fridge case, an overpriced meal …
This for this. Is one better than the other? Which would you choose?
Things are a bit uncertain around the foreign office these days. There’s a potential job near Munich, a deadline looming, a simmering discontent over the status quo and a lack of certainty around what to do about it. If that sounds exceedingly vague, well, that’s entirely appropriate. Some of us are wandering around the apartment …
I don’t know that I’d have picked Antwerp as a destination were it not for the generous invitation of Di and her Belgian. Ryan Air is annoying but undeniably cheap and what am I doing in Austria that’s so important? Nothing. I booked a ticket and drove myself to the airport. Anything I have to …
…so I’m going to Belgium. Antwerp, to be exact. In the meantime, think about either submitting your audio file or captioning a cow.
Update: This is a recycled post from 2006. The project did happen. It’s called “There’s no place like it” and it’s here. Hey you disaffected disinclined expatriates, wanna be expatriates, travelers, and non-travelers out there! Hey! Hello! I’ve been listening to a lot of experimental audio lately. And I’d like to try mixing a little …