Even yet as quick! I will try and post a great deal tomorrow. As it is, if I take more than about five minutes on this, I'll be late home and my Russian host mother …

I'm going to post more later today, but: I'm glad that Steve, Seth, Leonard, my sister, and probably others got my postcards. "You'd think that with armed traffic cops, they could make a dent in …

I can't believe it's not butter, and I can't believe I've been in Russia for almost a day. So, what's to say? Lots of stuff. I have successfully: Bought and eaten food and water (no …

I'm in a Kinko's (oi!) trying to write a diary entry in (checks watch) six minutes, before I go back to the hotel, and get on a plane to (what the hell am I doing?) …

I'm smelling East Coast smells. Takes me back to my childhood. Not nearly enough -- proportional to what I want to say -- about Washington, D.C., day two of brainwane the Tourist. On the Mall: …

Today I used the D.C. metro system for the first time, visited Arlington National Cemetery and the house where Abraham Lincoln died, and read "Surprise" by Martin Gardner. Among other things. More on Lincoln, Gardner, …

So, in the past 30 hours or so, I left California, stopped in the St. Paul/Minneapolis airport, arrived in Washington, D.C., saw my first Spike Lee movie, and met three libertarians. Thanks to my sister, …

Scared of new stuff, I am. Leaving soon for D.C., I am. "I want a handbook" as to what The Rules are. I said that to Dad several times over the course of arguing with …

Me: Dad, I know there are a lot of things that you wish you'd done, but you can't just use us [his two children] to get them done for you through us. Dad: Why not? …

My last night in Stockton. I'm (re)packing, trying to keep track of about sixteen different things-to-do in my head and on paper. I know that I *chose* to do this, that I'm the one who …