Another frozen river.
I don’t care enough to know its name;
That’s not the story I’m trying to tell.
All this talk of storms.

Our asynchronous time:
You wake as I go to sleep,
Our brief conversations in the day,
satellite static in the spaces between words.

Through processes and queuing I'll return east,
longitudes converging,
and sleep in your day,
waiting for you to come home.

On My Way to Breakfast

The Hyatt has a very Logan's Run interior.

It was at this point I started to think that waffles would be a good choice for breakfast.

Or maybe beans.

A bit of a brave claim.

It's really cold!

Wow

http://www.popsci.com/content/inauguration-day

The Most Pynchon Thing I've Seen on the Internets:

California store selling jerky from cows abducted by aliens

... I bet he's kicking himself this wasn't in Vineland.