dry air

I refuse to kiss the sweet ground in L.A. – god only knows what kinds of car drippings have permeated the soil. But I am back, safe and sound and only wondering what kind of person refuses to run pushing and shoving as fast as they can to the baggage carousel, and why these people always get their luggage unloaded first.

The curiosity I build up after seeing the same bag circle five times could never, ever be satisfied by the mundande spectacle of underwear and beach reading.

Anyway, to prove to you that I really was in Iowa, there are some pictures of corn and soybeans and pigs over in the photoblog.

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