I’m not sure this is the best way for me to keep writing. Writing on anything but paper, with anything but a comfortable fountain pen gliding over smooth paper, can be – how to say – awkward? There’s a disconnect. I keep thinking about the next word, the next thought, whereas I used to simply let the words flow to my hand. I feel that I’m saying the words in my head first, to decide whether or not they’re fit to print. It’s an interesting observation on this population of one, myself. What pen and paper do to me is similar to a shortcut, bypassing an area of the mind that judges whether or not the words are legible. It could be that I could write truly disposable morning pages, for that’s what I’ve been writing, pages that don’t matter, pages that I know will be or should be thrown away. How about bringing with me blank loose leaf paper, and a good pen? Then I could warm up, and switch to the keyboard for …

This will be my first attempt at blogging from the ipod, using a keyboard. Well, here we go, the plane is going to be late, as I expected from checking its performance for the past 14 days. You can do that now, on the internet. You enter your flight number and it gives you its current state, as well as its departure and arrival stats for days past. There I could see my flight was habitually late. Still I forgot to check this morning, as I rushed to catch BART. I had to run back, climbing 4 flights of stairs, to get a letter I had intended to mail but left in my bike bag. So is my travel life, never prepared. I could be the antithesis of a boy scout, letting myself ushered onto a flight, expecting everything will be alright. It usually is, that everything. Today I also left my fountain pen and paper notebook at home. It was an easy decision, as I had come to two pages off the end, and …