11.06
Airport Sheraton, LAX.
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… and to the breakfasting trough with the Weekend FT I…
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The Sistery Person joined me, before setting off to the exercise room for whipcord-snapping of the volitional kind. Back to packing & e-flurrying I...
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A pal called just after nine with a helpful idea of how to ensure that KC would Celebrate on the West Coast next Spring. This helpful idea, from a wonderfully supportive, encouraging Good Guy, pushed / pulled me into a world where the best intentions, devoid of understanding of the area subject to the particular piece of helpful advice, if acted upon, would bring to a likely end to any reality in the endeavour under consideration while undermining a valuable potential. Time, energy & attention would then have to be put into addressing & neutralising the repercussions of effecting the Bright Idea, before returning to and addressing whatever actually needed addressing.
In other words, Bright Ideas = Death Pain Horror Suffering Misery Torment!
Who needs enemies to derail a process when we have friends offering advice?
In other words, Unsolicited Advice = Danger Death Pain Horror Suffering Misery & More Torment!.
Lobby call for 11.30.
17.03 Hotel El Quite Posho, Phoenix.
Punctually into the airport courtesy ‘bus to LAX…
… into the Red Carpet Club…
… and onto the Ted Little Farty Plane…
… to Phoenix. Into the taxi…
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… opposite a mall with a Borders, Apple Store & California Pizza Kitchen. Hooray!
We have lost one hour in the time change from Pacific to Mountain Time.
22.05 To the Concierge Club, to the mall & the three stores mentioned above, returning to the Conciergierie for desserts.
Dribble.
"In popular culture, the musician calls on the highest part in all of us.
In mass culture, the musician addresses the lower parts of what we are."
