I dreamed I was back in New Orleans. I wasn't able to get a ride into the city from the airport, so I decided to bike in. In the warped geography of my dream, the Mississippi River surrounded the entire French Quarter and it was necessary for me to bike over a rickety and rusting metal bridge. The bridge itself was very high, and I found myself ( Read more... )

I was only in New Orleans for a little over three days, but I managed to squeeze in a lot.

I visited ye olde academic library and caught up with my co-workers. Many of them were still there, but some had moved on, and I was sad not to see them. I had lunch with my old boss and it was like old times. Later I waited for dial_m and blathering as they made the ( Read more... )

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