I’m home. Shot the last clip in Seattle yesterday. I’m done dancing. Now it’s time to edit. Searched Flickr for "matt harding seattle" and found loads of great pictures from the event, so I’m just going to pilfer those. Thanks … Continue reading
hoSo I finally made it to Brazil. After hundreds of "Why did you forget Brazil?" emails over the years, I am now getting "What took you so long to come to Brazil?" emails, which are about 20% less annoying. And … Continue reading
From time to time I’m asked how I endure all the long flights and trains and boats and buses. Here’s how. …well, it’s not the only way, but it’s a component of my arsenal: Games magazine. This is one of … Continue reading
Stopped at the newsstand in SeaTac airport. A prayer, once more, to my benevolent corporate masters (now with new flavors) for safe passage on this, my final journey. Danced at the Zocalo in Mexico City. Nice turnout. Lots of students … Continue reading
Stopped to get gas before returning my car at the airport. A guy walked up and tried to sell me two fat, shiny rings that I assume he purchased legitimately and then decided he didn’t really want them and then … Continue reading
Everyone else in this audience seems to be blogging right now, so I feel like I should too. God bless the internet.
Can you even call a 17 hour layover a layover? That’s long enough that you really have to consider putting down roots. At Turkish passport control, I was in line with 50 middle-aged Russian women. They are much better at … Continue reading
I didn’t make any of the obvious mistakes. A couple little things, yeah. I could have thought things through more. But mostly it came down to circumstances beyond my control. Of course, you never want to land in an unfamiliar … Continue reading
There’s a Turkish man behind me who resembles a hairy lump of coal. He’s watching videos on his laptop of men with high-caliber machine guns shredding target dummies. He is chuckling with glee about this. He is as happy as … Continue reading
I pulled my laptop out on the flight to Kuwait. The act jolted the Sri Lankan man next to me from his slumber and sent him into an angry rant about computers and their destructive effect on modern life. "They … Continue reading
