Cross country

On the flight back from San Diego to New York this (early) morning I spent most of the time snoozing and reading Victoria Nelson's bizarre but fascinating The Secret Life of Puppets (recommended at the Religion & Theater focus group at ATHE and blurbed by Neil Gaiman). Occasional glimpses out the window showed the radio towers atop Black Mountain (but for the marine layer we'd be looking back towards the Pacific); remarkable Dali-worthy shapes somewhere in the West beyond the Grand Canyon; marshes on approach to Newark Airport. Wish the window'd been as clear as last year, or I at least knew how to photoshop so the tint from the dirty window would disappear!