Okay, so I'm sure you, oh faithful reader, have been intensely contemplating the lack of post in the last month. Some of you may have assumed that I was too busy; some assumed I was too lazy; some assumed that I finally tired of this crazy blogging ride. Well, none are the whole story because I've been a little consumed in the last month with a little trip to the UK. I got back today, which is why I know feel I can talk about it. When I fiercely desire something, as I desired the trip I just returned from, I have trouble talking about it. This is the way I am with all the things I love. I become tongue tied, unable to compose a simple sentence with the right adjectives. (This is most unfortunate when I write about books I love, as that is really where I have constructive things to say. Most of the time I say the title of the book, its author and then swoon for the duration of the discussion. This is why I can't take a course with Lolita on the reading list. That book.... I have no words.) For this reason, I couldn't really talk about England. As my friends can verify, I did a lot of squealing prior to departure. Since I'll never be able to describe it, I'll just tell you that I didn't want to leave. I didn't care that I still couldn't understand 1 out of every 5 people by the end of the trip. The fact that I seemed perpetually under-dressed didn't matter either.

Have you ever stood in a house that is over 400 years old? I saw King Arthur's grave. The wind off the Irish sea at low tide rolls the sand like a desert storm. Sheep still graze at Avesbury (a small version of Stonehenge). According to a woman at a market "if [unintelligible name] hasn't heard of it, your last name isn't Welsh"; he hasn't heard of it. Sometimes tourist spots are still remarkable, despite all the tourists. Case in point: Trafalger Square, London. Between MoMA and the Tate Modern, I'd visit the Tate. In our dodgy London B&B, I think I caught the housekeeper trying on people's clothes...

I'll update with little stories and such soon. Right now, jet lag has a firm grip on my sleep patterns, so I must head to bed. Cheers.