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a hearty arab-styled delivery dinner and french hip-hop finds its way onto my tv screen. black men, rapping in street french makes for some really surreal viewing. but like they say - even cursing in french feels like wiping your arse with satin.

the idea of having this blog was to record as many moments as possible (with the proviso of it not having an impact on my career, reputation etc.) but i feel that i've been leaving too many moments out. i'm losing my ability to link things together. that's what happens, i guess, when your life gets too random - occuring in different time zones, with different groups of people/social settings. if i attempt to recall and talk about things in sequence, in a manner that makes sense, it all becomes too verbose.

i suppose the only way i can record -

• the delay/cancelation of my flight home which left me close to shouting at airport counter people (despite one of them being one of the cutest asian girls i've seen in a while)

• being put on business class by accident - the champagne, conversation with business class passengers (there's a reason why they're a class above the rest of humanity) and service

• the four really special days back home

• the blurry, dreary flight back to the desert

• the many many excellent episodes of west wing (stellar screenplay writing!) i've been absorbing

• the nights out with fellow countrymen out here in the desert

is to just bullet point it, in the manner above. hopefully each bullet point will suffice to trigger more vivid memories as they occured. i wonder if i'll grow old and end up bedridden for the last few years of my life, clutching printouts of these journal entries wishing i took the time to write more...

hmm.

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aside : how come the sight of scarlett johansson kissing bill murray is 100 times sexier more acceptable than her kissing justin timberlake?