On the bus, on the street, in a home…I am immersing in a culture; however, once I open my mouth, it’s immediately apparent I’m someone from a distance.

I’m never quite sure if technology actually makes work easier or if we are all getting ulcers from a barrage of technical hang-ups.

Good morning from the Czech Republic; I am on the ground here and beginning to set up office. (In a great flat; one can see the castle from the balcony.)

Too long delays make for disenchanted readers.

I’m in Philadelphia to work on a video for Culture Xplorers for the next week or so. I may not have a lot of time for blogging this week.

This is an aside.

In the two years or so that I lived here I was harassed multiple times in my own yard by people wanting money or trouble. I was cursed at by a man who wanted to park his car (blocking the exit) of our private lot. I’ve seen eight or ten police cars at once outside. There have been multiple murders in within blocks of this house in the time I was here. One of my house-mates was robbed at knifepoint nearby.

I’m in the air (11200 meters according to the display) on my way back to Philadelphia. Nothing especially important to relate at the moment; there’s just something about the novelty of having internet access aboard an airplane (Lufthansa–favourite airline).