The Museum is opening up an exhibit on China in a few months, so I need to get off my ass and order a Mandarin phrasebook.
Got to see Rachel Barton on Sunday for a bit before I had to leave. Very talented. I look at my failed attempts to play and I just am struck with envy. There’s something about the effortless control over a musical instrument that gets me. And she’s better looking in person than her pictures.
I mailed out my letter to the OFAC folks today describing the outline of my planned Iran trip. Hiking, museums and meeting people I don’t think really qualifies as anything dangerous. Hopefully, spending less than a thousand dollars isn’t going to piss people off.
Amsterdam is coming up. 17 days to go. Got the hotel. Not looking forward to 6400 miles or so in coach, but the flights don’t look that bad so I can hoard my upgrades.
Merry Christmas all. I ordered some more LP books and will be trying to figure out how to break the law by going to countries where I’m not allowed to go.
The current list (as of today) is: Cuba, Iran, North Korea, and Libya. Iraq you can go to, but you might be turned away by the Coalition Provisional Authority. North Korea might be a stretch and probably not the smartest thing to do, but Libya, Iran and Cuba are on the list. Now, just got to start saving up for fines. :(
Yay! The Bears won! Grossman is looking like a stud. I hate to say it, but he probably saved Jauron and Shoop’s jobs. :mad:
I got my EXP kit today, so I can start flying international business. Boo yeah! 24 days to Amsterdam.
My knee is the source of all the hell in the universe. Santa, please bring me a new one.
And I had a panic attack today. That sucked.
I never get tired of stories of elderly drivers running into buildings “because that damn accelerator got stuck.” Thank you Obscure Store.
So yay, it’s been a week.
My Executive Platinum on AA has posted, so now I can thumb my nose at the rest of the detritus. Had a good weekend with way too much drinking. Had my museum Holiday party last night which rocked (open bar, good friends and colleagues, and a good jazz trio).
Not feeling particularly well. Feels like flu. Fuck.