Where In The World Is Carmen Sandiego?

Entry 1    6:56 a.m.

A view from our hotel.

I had a recurring dream last night that Abby and I were in an Absurdist two person Harold Pinter play with multiple characters. Performing for the parents we saw at Occidental, but on the YTN stage, we only had the foggiest notion of who played which roles, didn't know who had which kind because the play didn't identify who was speaking which lines. It was a two-page play, in it's entirety, but we didn't know the lines. I had them printed on a credit card, so we could cheat. Given that we didn't know who had which lines, the credit card did no good. At intermission, yes there was an intermission after I think a line or two had been uttered by me, many parents came and sat on the stage or it's long two steps that ran the length of the stage, and picnicked and visited with one another, while Abby and I went out back to strategize how to proceed--to see if we could get agreement on who had which lines. Sheila's eldest son, not at all transitioned from male to female anymore, was swinging on the water pipes under the covered walkway in front of us.  I woke up finally 

Entry 2.    7:05 a.m.

No Batman last night. I was too tired. We will go tonight, by hook or by crook. UCSD today. It shall be interesting. It's so cool down here I had to buy a sweatshirt.  But, the sun is glorious and Abby is a happy young woman, so I am a happy man.

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