Well, I'm back. Sorry I wasn't really able to post from England but my parents
are on dial-up where you pay by the minute and I didn't find a single wireless
network I could piggy back off of the whole time I was in Lancashire.
For the curious, the trip back to see my family was so enjoyable we were able
to extend it by a couple of days. I did feel a bit of a foreigner in the country
of my birth; I looked into voting in the general election but without an address
of residence in the UK it was too complicated to pull off in time. After a
day's traveling to get back to San Francisco I have jet-lag as vicious as
and I left my ibuprofen stash in my traveling bag rather than my work bag.
I had to go scrounging round my colleagues like a junkie begging for over-the-counter
pain-killers. Patti (my partner and fellow traveler) says that the flight
is like childbirth; after a little time has passed you forget how bad it was
and start planning on doing it all over again.
It is good to be back but it was so good to visit the folks too. I'd forgotten
how beautiful and green England was. I'd also forgotten how narrow the roads
were, how small the cars and shower stalls were, how bad the coffee was, how
smoky the pubs were ... how much I love the place. I'm still unsure if I could
live back there again but it is good to visit your roots once in a while.
Apologies if the following few shots are not totally accurate when it comes
to their colo(u)r-balance or levels but they were edited at 36,000 feet on
my subnote to pass the time on the journey home. Its screen is great but doesn't
compare to my old-school, color-balanced, 21" CRT back at home.