In Copenhagen

Well, here I am in Copenhagen. This is my third day here, and the first chance I've had to walk the dozen blocks to the internet cafe, and my first chance to check my mail -- only I can't.

I don't know what's happening but I can't get through. I don't know if its temporary or what. If anyone who has an account on my pooq.com (you know who you are) could get back to me at swestrup@gmail.com and tell me if its a temporary thing or what, I could possibly get xipetotec to do something to fix it when next he visits the house.

Meanwhile, I shall now read my LJ backlog.

Seven Blind Men.

STILL reading the backlog of recent LJ entries, even though I'm skimming. I just wanted to record here that I had an inspiration to write the parable of the seven blind men and the tyranosaurus. The first blind man stumbled upon the tail and found it very Thwack! Bang! Smash! and said nothing. The second stumbled upon the head and found it rather Crunch! Slurp! Gulp! and said nothing. The third... etc.

Not sure what the moral would be, except maybe that an absense of people talking doesn't mean nothing is going on...

350 messges later, I'm caught up.

So, I've done my reading for now, and will head home. It might be a couple of days before I get back here. Had I been smart I would have left brought my Copenhagen phone number with me so I could post it here. Then again, I have a copy of it in my mail folder and had assumed I would be able to access that from here.

Random Danishism:

I picked up a furniture catalog yestderday and it had a comfy-looking couch that they titled a 'Slutspurt'. I wonder how true that is?