Just flew over the ocean. I'm at Amsterdam Airport and it's about 9:00 a.m. local time, July 13. Waiting for the connecting flight to Bucharest.
So I read my guidebook about Bucharest on the plane. It sounds like it's going to be a memorable place to visit. One item that caught my attention is that Buchaerest has roving packs of wild dogs. Apparently a Japanese tourist was actually gobbled up a couple years ago. I'll try to keep close to the bookstores and libraries.
On the plane I had my first conversation about what I'm doing in Europe this summer. I explained about nonsense, and all that. The guy I was speaking to was an atmospheric physicist, and he seemed somewhat confused, but intrigued. There will be more of that to come, no doubt.
Must to Orange Juice Pouring Station.
Kevin
A True and Accurate Account of the Peregrinations and Polyanderings concerned with World Nonsense, including Travels into several Remote Nations of the World including the Lands of Snod, the Mysterious Mustache Island, and the Chankly Bore, about which shall be appended the Exploits and Opinions of Certain Members of the Society For the Prevention of Sense.
Acknowledgements
The African leg of our nonsensical corpus was funded, in part, by the Newbury Comics/Berklee College of Music Faculty Fellowship.
A sabbatical leave has been granted by the Berklee College of Music for Michael Heyman in order to pursue this project.
The Multitudinous Multiprandial Nonsense Millionaires Club has agreed to fund the rest of this project, conditionally, once they have formed and collected funds.
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