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Good evening.

I'm in a high altitude traversing vehicle. An aeroplane. I'm blogging from thirty thousand feet. Cool, isn't it? I'm a few hours out of Newark, and I'm not going to sleep in the airport, I was recommended to a taxi from Penn Station, and it won't cost too much, about $15. So I won't be in danger at Newark Airport, worry not.

It's not a week in New York anymore. It's pretty much five days. It's not long, but people have gone to New York for shorter, so I don't think I'm missing out on a long holiday. I've had a long holiday. I had a good, long, holiday. People say that you should always leave a place wanting more, wanting to return. That works if you get sick of a place quickly. I would have spent any longer time at any place I stayed. It was great fun everywhere I went, and I want to go back, despite the fact that I went for a long time. My first holiday without Emma in two years, I miss that, but everything happens. She emailed me yesterday, noting how I had missed the entire time she's been busy. I guess I had good timing. We can enjoy the rest of the summer and do fun stuff without any other obligations. I have a busy summer to do.

I'm going to watch the rest of Arrested Development while I'm up here. I'll post when I'm at Henny's apartment in a few hours.

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I'm looking currently at a massive thunder storm that I am watching from the sky. I saw one on the way to Japan, but I was more over it, now I'm more to the side, and this is very big. I'm going to stop posting and watch.

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The thunder storm was massive. I mean, the one on the way to Osaka was pretty big, but the flashes were muffled by clouds, so they were like huge, brief white bruises on the clouds, then fading to blackness again. This time, I could not only see the log streaks of charge, but I saw them grow, and dart from one end of the cloud to the other. This was the first time I'd seen lightning in detail. I saw it close by once before, but it was only one. I'd been a stranger to forked lightning until tonight. Beautiful.

Three minutes before the end of Arrested Development, the very end, they asked us to turn off and put away all electrical devices. So I have three minutes left to watch.

I'm in New York. I'm at Henny's apartment. Everything went according to plan: I caught the train to Penn Station, and from Madison Square Gardens I caught a cab to Henny's place. Being in a car in New York is different to being in a car anywhere else in the world. Or at least any place I've been. There are white lines painted on the road, but I don't know why. Lanes mean nothing to these people. Everyone honks and hoots and beeps and shouts at everyone else. On the plane I watched 16 Blocks, and it was good to be shown stereotypical New York shortly before landing in typical New York. Busy, loud, stinky, and wonderful. The cabbie that took me drove and swerved like a mad man. I thought we'd crash several times. Once we had to slam on brakes hard enough to almost skid because someone just pulled into our lane. So much fun. I really want to drive in this city. And I want to drive a manual in this city.

California's gone, I'm going home soon, and I have a lot to be doing. Henny doesn't know his WEP key and he's going to check it tomorrow, so I'm leaching off one of the other 4 networks available. I love cities, I so do. I'm going to leave my computer here when I go out from now on, unless I plan to spend the say in a Starbucks. Which I won't do.

I asked Rachel in Cannery Row Starbucks if I could leave my computer there and go for a walk, and it was fine. I severely doubt I'll make any relationships like that here, or be able to do anything like that with confidence. But hey, it's a different thing, there's a lot more to go on, and I'm sure it'll be more lively and maybe more fun. Damn hot though. I'm going to browse other people's blogs now.