Autoclave monthly

I got Morgan a subscription to Autoclave Monthly. He was very grateful. I figure we could both do for some light reading on the 12 hour plane ride from Minnesota to Tokyo . It’s a strange thing to have been on a plane for seven hours and check your flight progress on the monitor to see there’s still five hours of flight time. It’s impossible to understand on any meaningful level. Time becomes unhinged in a blur of hard sun and black desolation and those depraved smut films so ubiquitous in international air travel. Survival is reduced to the delicate dance with the single serving Jack Daniels bottle. An instant of hesitation will leave you in a seizure of blood clots, vertigo and diabetes. Keep the blood thin and the wheels greased. This bird could drop an engine at any second.

Morgan bought a microphone for his iPod yesterday. Now we’ve got an iPod that grabs audio for when a camera isn’t practical, like when the Vietnamese border police confiscate all our gear and throw us in a leech pit. Not because we bombed the hell out of them 40 years ago, but because we ostensibly trashed their economy last week. The domino effect is back and now the bones are falling the other way after these greedhead money whores on Wall Street turned the global economy into the grandest Ponzi scheme ever conceived. Make $300,000 a week working from home. I got six-hundred dollars for my scrap gold.

Saw Hearts and Minds last night. The marionettes are new but the lies are still the same. We have to show them that America is still Good.