It’s odd to come home and find my little old life just sitting here waiting, twiddling its thumbs and rolling its eyes at me. I don’t feel like we know each other very well any more.
Also disorienting not to have the daily structure of watching for something interesting to write about. I have to remember to keep looking.
After all those hours I put into my travel diary I couldn’t bear to see it just wither away online. Pat told me that Shutterfly prints photo books, and then Molly suggested I check into Flickr. They partner with something called Blurb that’s very cool, at least in theory. With their frustratingly basic layout software you can assemble words and pictures and get them printed and bound. So naturally, I’m having way too much fun with that. Only a third of the way into the material, I’ve already got forty 11×13 pages.
I’m off to LA shortly for a public radio / Web conference. Bye.
Other: Please leave home for a place far far away again soon so I can keep up with your travels by reading your blog.