Trial and error

In New York, I turn a bit into Picaso. 

Night life on the move

Keep in the lane. I am finally in New York. One year after. I have really not planned for this, but once you are in the tunnel you have to keep straight ahead. There is no turning back, right now. So to speak, there will be on Sunday, when I return to take off to Paris. My visits in the present and visits to the past are probably meant to tell me life is complex and display numerous aspects. 

Not done with the yellow brick road

The bug that scared America was spared, on its way from Dupont Circle to Georgetown by bus, only because after being attracted by a lady's handbag he settled for a shiny bolt in the said bus. The whole incident only marginally interfered with my un-started as of yet journey to the Big Apple. 

Architecture

Lion, again. 

Good night

Good morning. 

All organic

The kitchen is a window to one's insights. 

Office window

For the faint sighted ones let me read this one: "You suck, Morty!". I imagine poor Morty being confronted for eternity and beyond to occasionally read this during his eight till five life. And he must really suck to make his ex-girlfriend (I imagine) climb on the roof, white paint and all. 

Snowy flight - I have arrived!

I look over America. It is a bird's eye view over a cuckoo's nest. 

The Washington nexus

Early wake up call, drive furiously to the office, leave car there, airport, airport hustle, first flight, transit, airport hustle once more, flight delayed (no crew!), many hours over the ocean, airport hustle plus entry clearance, security concerns, customs, long lines, waiting for an hour and a half. At least I got the satisfaction I was treated exactly the same as the Frenchmen arriving on Dulles. Hot air, humidity, shower, nap, 2 apple martinis, quick drive, long sleep, wake up at four, five, six, seven, be late in the office after the Washington metro-bus experience (Serving our Nation's capital).

At least I am over the jetlag, and feeling up and perky. AT&T mobile network sucks. And the Internet connection in the office is snail-slow. This is the country where they practically invented Internet?!

Things I forgot: plug adaptor, towel. Things I though I forgot, but finally found among the stuff: antihistaminic pills and Romanian books to offer as present.

Pre-departure

Travel wisely. I, on the other hand, have not started yet and I feel as dumb as this old used "motorino". 

Off to see the wizard

My yellow brick road might well be without an internet connection so be warned and patient. I bet the wizard is not a wizard after all. 

It is not me

When I showed this to my mother, her first reaction was "How on Earth did you get up there?!" 

Inside outside

Bloggers can be sex and the city without the pay slip. I am writing this because I have just read something on the blog wide web. Carrie, do you copy? 

Missing in action

I miss the sea. 

Titleless

I was thinking the other day about those prisons we build ourselves and to which we pretty much adjust. Then I did not post. Then today I am on the run and I decide to post the first picture in my blog folder, just to get the blog running, you know. I open the folder and it is this, Alcatraz, barred windows. Coincidence or the subconscious ways of the brain? 

The sky is the limit

It is one of those days. I need to do things. Am I confused? I will pay a visit to recover my Matrix background Fossil. Still no hot water and I need to convince myself to take that shower. I am civilized man. 

Rear window philosophy

Overtaking the sun is a piece of cake when you are running eastwards at dusk. 

Moonscape again

What a strange bird, the moon, on the wire, like me, on the move, not giving the viewer the time to look, to understand, to grasp, so reach in flavour that at the end of the day I am heavy with meaning and left with no time, nor will to finish my sentences. 

I am the same different guy

Self-portrait: black and white, open and closed, left and right, good cop, bad cop, yin and yang. 

People in drawers

I decided my blog lacks in human touch, so I will fill you in some typologies I ran into lately:
the silent woman with smelly breath (she must be having a sour throat, you can sense it even she is one row of chairs behind you)
the highly impolite Bucharest supermarket cashier (she repeatedly let's you know she has closed her row, but won't light her "we're closed" sign unless you demand talking to her supervisor)
the polyglot Romanian stewardess hired by a German company (she will occasionally slip the "avec plaisir" faux pas, and revert to you politely when you ask for cola AND sugar)
the sloppy stewardess, military type (she will tell you "I have to finish serving everybody first" when you ask for a second sandwich, will forget all about that, and help the gentleman in front you with a sandwich even though he asked for it after you; you yourself will remain unserved, but polite)
the fat funny American on a mission
the fat American on a mission
the American on a mission (they will all talk loudly, and you will be thankful for not being placed next to then on the flight both because of their unstoppable blubber, and because of their king size)
the overpaid high official who summons a meeting he won't attend, but which he will sum up by drawing his already edited conclusions
the not so well paid official working for the overpaid high official, while hoping he will become the later (he thinks credit card is common place and at the centre of social organization, therefore all can be solved and or organized if one owns one)
the gay reception desk clerk (greets you with a smile, is ready to hanky panky if you are, has not had sex with his current boyfriend in a year, although he has scored even today)
the red-haired French supermarket cashier (very pierced, very funny, fresh and trash at the same time, warns you jokingly about the cholesterol level when she notices your three large marshmallows bags from Haribo)
the Newzealander woman with a family (she is as loud as an American, only she rides the bus in France, hence thinking nobody understands her conversation/monologue with the man seated before her; you will be briefed involuntarily about all her trips and daughter's belongings)