My trip to Mainland China was the veritable whirlwind of experiences: exotic, exhausting, and very uplifting. It will take some time to write about.
Thanks to Blue Girl and the Scribbler, re-entry to my own beloved city was at Elaine’s as our group of blogroll friends gathered since BG was in town. I had barely slept during the past 48 hours of traveling, so I couldn’t stay long, but it was a blast to meet Brenda and the F Word and see Siobahn of In the Next Apartment and Scribbler for the first time, as well as old friends Lance Mannion, The Self-Styled Siren, The Heretic, and the spiritual godfather of blogs, James Wolcott. In Elaine’s I felt the power of Woody Allen’s great valentine to the city as we transformed into beautiful black and white, complete with a Gershwin soundtrack.
Hopefully this kind of hallucinating is simply a symptom of severe sleep deprivation. Must get my sleep patterns under control. Be back in a bit.