There's been a tradition around here since, oh, 2003, that when I disassemble my apartment to bare floor and bare walls, this site undergoes a concurrent disassembly. Metameat is packed up. It is ready to go.
Everything is in boxes, more or less. Sunday the first of August is Highway Day. Reservations have been made with Eurail and hotels with funny consonant-heavy names. No, I don't speak Polish yet. I rented the Dekalog but haven't watched any of it; I have a children's book titled Zuchwaly Strzyzyk with a happy cartoon bear on the cover and I can't understand a damn thing.
Because I am still aware of the world around me, I'll note that I knew Obama was a shoo-in for the Senate because his Republican opponent had been caught in a sex scandal; and I knew said scandal involved asking his wife to have sex with him in public; but I did not know that said wife was Seven of Nine from Star Trek: Voyager! America, God shed his grace on thee!
