On an ideological level, Friedman's new book is the worst, most boring kind of middlebrow horseshit. If its literary peculiarities could somehow be removed from the equation, The World Is Flat would appear as no more than an unusually long pamphlet replete with the kind of plug-filled, free-trader leg-humping that passes for thought in this country. It is a tale of a man who walks 10 feet in front of his house armed with a late-model Blackberry and comes back home five minutes later to gush to his wife that hospitals now use the internet to outsource the reading of CAT scans. Man flies on planes, observes the wonders of capitalism, says we're not in Kansas anymore. (He actually says we're not in Kansas anymore.) That's the whole plot right there. If the underlying message is all that interests you, read no further, because that's all there is.

Very amusing and nasty review of Thomas L. Friedman’s latest book, The World is Flat.

This is dumb. Keddie vs. the Vac.

Chased washbear out of garage.

Just another day on the set shooting my new movie starring those two silly dogs.
Click here to watch.
Scene ii.
Micky pets Keddie on the head.

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Graham and I went to see God of Rock THOR tonight.
Hail Thor! And hail the FANS!!! (warning on that last link)

Made the connecting flight at Munich with no problems despite a twenty minute delay. Stepping onto the next plane to Philly, I suddenly found myself surrounded by people from back home. That’s when I remembered what America’s greatest export is: dorks.

After staying awake for twenty hours, I kept drifting in and out of conciousness, usually punctuated by spasmodic starts. One’s life starts looking less like days and nights and more like ripped pieces of fabric.

Of course customs searched my shit in Philly — they always do, probably because I’m black.
Arrived with no major mishaps, other than the five hour layover in Philly turned out to be a seven hour layover. I even refrained from getting a philly sandwich in Philly. Can you believe they wanted almost nine bucks for a steak and cheese sandwich? And the water in the water fountains tasted awful.

I better let these dogs out. They are crawling around on their bellies like a pair of furry freakish commandos.

Time to fly.

What a mess this place is. I wonder what happened. Who ate all those bagels?
Who’s phone number is on this slip of paper? Who chewed up a plastic bottle that was in the garbage?
Who was playing badminton in the garden at 6am?