Le Generator Genial

Here we are on a random Sunday. Phone calls to be made. More drinks to consume, even though we started early (circa 1PM). I so love Europe. And I so love the idea of Europe. And I so love the fact that less than an hour ago, there was Cooper and I and two girls from France, taking a cab from Brick Lane to St. Paul's, and then pissing off Millenium Bridge with bottle o' vino blanco en main. Sometimes, actions speak more beautifully than words. This is one of those times. Picard is a Spurs fan, and today I watched with her their best victory of the season, a 4-3 heroic and inspired match of complete football against the unlucky West Ham. But she is truly an Exeter City supporter (Amazing Grace to her cider credit) and was at both legs of the best round of the F.A. Cup while I was here. Special people on this trip, who I have returned to meet, and succeeded. No Super Strongbow, but just threw the wine into the Thames - obviously my favorite spot in the world's great city. Prospero does not say what's past is prologue, but Stewart was great and I will have Shakespeare quotes when I return.

There is magic in our brave new world. I have examples. I hope you do too. See you on the other side. And S. - on the second night I was here, I dropped CFM's returned camera on the ground at a bar and amazingly it broke. Come to Chicago and make it work again.