a few e-mail excerpts to my mother from my travels of summer 2007:
"just got to Oslo after the neverending train ride from hell or to hell, or both. it was sooooooo long we almost died. I might actually be dead right now. WE didn't have reserved seats so we had to seat hop and get up whenever someone had a res seat came to sit. I ended up sitting next to a foul old drunk man with scabby fingers for about 4 hours. He drank about 6 beers at least and some wine. He burped, snotted, made other weird noises - SO GROSS."
"oh, i am going to be a millionaire superstar since i came up with a great party jam and the lyrics go-
FIVE A.M.PARTY PARTY PARTYWHO WANTS TO PARTY TONIGHT!?
that's it. it's a hit.in the making. you can breathe a huge sigh of relief for my future"
"we get free internet in this gay cafe that's a hike from our hotel."
"I'm a trooper. I'm delicate and beautiful like a flower, but a trooper. Like a flower who carries a gun. And wears fatigues."
a few replies from my mother:
"I had never been to Oslo until yesterday that was ME with the native Americans I was the one on the pan flute I saw that you didn't recognize me (I was the chubby one) in my warrior paint I was so into my pan flute serenade that unfortunately when I finished you and sara had vanished I asked Dad to use his dreamcatcher to find you to no avail he had stepped away to reserve some train tix oh well I just have a few more performances here and then dad and I will be heading LA Way."
"flove and fstuff - fI'm fspeaking fNorweigen"
"ET PHONE HOME> It's harder to reach you than ET, I think eventhough I never really tried to reach ET."