09.12
Apartment Quite Acceptable, Buenos Aires.
Last view of Rear View…
An e-flurry underway, including a Crafty enquiry…
I have a question about the proposed GCIR&P that I hope is not out of line for me to ask... this is a burning question for me… What is the research you wish to undertake? From the stated name (GC Institute of Research and Practice), it is not obvious (to me) the nature and focus of the research. I ask this question as a professional researcher and scientist, where the meaning of the word "research" is very clear, and this meaning is widely misunderstood by the layperson; it is also widely misused by many people (well-intentioned and otherwise). Practice, in terms of a craft tradition, is quite clear. Research, in terms of the GC tradition, is less obvious.
There are now 24 committed to tithing.
09.54 Closing down the office.
11.52 Iberia Club, Eze airport, Buenos Aires.
Hernan & Marcello escorted me to the airport I…
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… and saw me to security. They are making sure I am going. These two have jumped backwards through hoops of fire to make this tour happen and, although they both landed on their feet, they are singed.
Here in the complementary club, a man of a certain age is staring at me. I returned his gaze and, now when I turn, his eyes move rapidly in another direction. I know this stare. It is a Freep! Freep! of Crimson The Great! stare. Astonishing. This is the life I left behind when I went civilian. Civilian is a life I prefer. But more is yet required of me.
The club has a no smoking zone with open boundary to the smoking area. That is, there is no effective no-smoking zone. Witless disco-pap on the NPU is set to young frisky international traveller mode. I am not young, but I am very frisky at the thought of seeing the Minx tomorrow.
Ezeira airport is packed from flights delayed by fog.
17.31 in Argentina, 00.31; 3169 miles from Buenos Aires, 3189 to Madrid.
A fullish Business Plus section, although light enough for me to move to a double-seater. A stewardess, in response to the questions - are we full? may I move? – replied we’re full! And then pointed to these two empty seats. This is the Iberian approach: there are no seats available! take those two!
Ezeira was in kerfuffle mode because of the fog, so we took off late but all is fine.
"Humour is not permitted."
