Archive for August, 2010


Aslan passed away this morning. I’m sad. He was such a great cat.

I can’t find a good photo right now but here he is:


Goodbye fluffy dude.

And we’re off again!

It’s been a busy and surprisingly stressful 2 weeks of preparation, but I’m finally ready to drive to Burning Man.

Robin and I are driving as far as Toronto then I’ll continue via the I80 to San Francisco then back to Black Rock City. I’ll take a longer and more interesting route on the way home!

I’m driving a cargo van packed with all our gear. It’s a pretty funny vehicle, and you’ll see why when I finally get my photo taken with it! It’s a GMC Savana 3500 cargo van, which I like to think of as the Xtracycle of cars. It’s old and a bit beaten up, so I’m allowing a couple days for repairs on the way. Wish me luck!

Best window ever!

This morning, on a random street a few blocks from where I’m staying in MontrĂ©al, I found a window that produces tabby cats!

While walking along, I spotted a tabby lounging by the sidewalk in front of the window. I stopped to pet him and he started purring. After about 15 seconds, another tabby came out of the window and came up to be petted. I was already quite happy with this window, but then a third one appeared! Unfortunately this kitty was skittish and didn’t want to join in the fun.

Much as I was enjoying the company of the two friendly cats, I figured I should leave lest more tabbies appear. I didn’t want to cause a tabby overload or disrupt the forces of the universe too much.

Finally: a plane.

I spent 3 days in Amsterdam visiting D&A, coffeeshops, and just wandering around. Amsterdam is a great city and every time I visit I appreciate it a bit more. It seems that every street in "the pie" (official name: Centrum) has something interesting to see.

Then, an evening Thalys train to Brussels where I spent the night because of mismatched train schedules. This gave me a couple of hours to wander around so I visited the Grand Place, which is indeed grand in both the English and French meanings of the word.

This morning, I boarded my last train: a Eurostar to London St. Pancreas Pancras. Britain is a weird country – they’re proud of the strangest things. There’s a plaque in the station commemorating its first high speed rail line, opened in 2007! Really, aren’t they ashamed it took them so long? Oh well, still better than Canada.

I suppose technically my last train was actually a London Underground train to the airport. As I entered the tube station, I heard an announcement that "Apart from planned engineering works, the London Underground is operating normally." This is rare enough that you need to announce it?

OK, enough of that. 1908 km to home, and we’re moving faster than any passenger train ever has :)

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