Cinco de Mayo always reminds me of Eric Klingelhofer, a brilliant guy with a fabulous attitude problem who used to sit behind me in pre-calculus and throw things at my head. Today’s his birthday, if I remember correctly. I hope he’s somewhere wonderful, influencing public policy or facilitating urban renewal projects.
Meanwhile, last night I had a dream that my brother landed in a tiny spaceship that looked like one of those tiny M&M-esque European cars, and we flew over a not-quite-real world en route to some sporting event. This might be partially explained by a documentary I watched the night before, which included an aerial helicopter flight over central London, and partly by my longing to play sports.
Meanwhile, Burma is completely without water or electricity and I’m hoping my former colleagues returned from their Burma trip already, and are not in fact stuck in Rangoon. I get so mad when I read how the military claims the cyclone wrecked internet connections, when in fact the regime cut all internet access months ago as a means of media control. You can’t get online in Burma without a satellite connection, and right now you can’t get on at all. I’ll post updates if I get any.