This morning around 6:30.

And while it looks like the picture isn’t quite right, I actually felt that fuzzy.

[To the tune of Fleetwood Mac, “Go Your Own Way,” from the album “The Very Best of Fleetwood Mac (Disc 1)”.]

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At Caribou Coffee, 17th and L, NW:

[To the tune of Fleetwood Mac, “Rhiannon (Single Version),” from the album “The Very Best of Fleetwood Mac (Disc 1)”.]

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I’m here, and surprisingly awake for having had about two fitful hours’ sleep on the plane. I hate sleeping on planes. It’s better to just start drinking coffee at the earliest opportunity and work. And the in-flight movie was the new Poseidon disaster film, which basically consists of wet people screaming and trying to find the next door, vent, or shaft that will get them closer to freedom. It’s rather like a videogame in that respect: it’s all “find the next thing so you can get to the next level. Unfortunately, it manages both a movie about a disaster, and a disaster.

Showing disaster movies on airplaines seems like a bad move. But showing one involving water, at a time when you can’t bring any liquids aboard other than your own precious bodily fluids, is a nicely ironic touch.

I’m in a Caribou Coffee on 17th and L, just up the street from National Geographic. The client I’m doing stuff with is just around the corner; another one from earlier this year is a block in the other direction.

I found the one table that has an electrical outlet right beside it, so I’m now recharging everything: iPod and Powerbook, and (thanks to a quadruple shot latte) myself.

[To the tune of Nina Simone, “I Shall Be Released,” from the album “The Very Best of Nina Simone: Sugar in My Bowl (1967-1972)”.]

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I’m flying to Washington DC tonight. I have a meeting tomorrow. Then I’m flying back Friday night.

There was a time when I would have stayed the weekend, hung out, that sort of thing. Now, I want to get back to my regular life, and be home in time to take the kids through their usual Saturday routine.

Though DC- or the East Coast generally- is the far edge of where you can do such a thing. My three-day trip to London felt incredibly rushed; from now on, if I’m crossing an ocean, I want to spend a week.

[To the tune of Norah Jones & The Peter Malick Group, “Strange Transmissions (Bastone & Burnz Remix) [Radio Edit],” from the album “Strange Transmissions”.]

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I was supposed to go to Australia next week, but this afternoon I got word that the trip has been postponed. This is your classic good news/bad news situation. On one hand, I was going to Perth, which is about 27 hours from SFO, and is so far away from anything else the closest big city is Singapore, not Sydney; meanwhile, I’ve got plenty to do here. But on the other hand, I was kind of looking forward to seeing a little bit of Australia, looking at the Indian Ocean, and stopping briefly (about three hours) in Singapore- all places I’ve never been.

With luck, it’ll get rescheduled for later in the year, and I’ll be able to go in the middle of winter here.

Meanwhile, it looks like I’ll be going to England for a week in November. Everyone’s getting something English for Christmas!

To the tune of “Silly Love Songs” by Paul McCartney & Wings, from the album “Wings Over America [Disc 2]”