Articles from Cheeseburger Gothic
I loaded up my iPad with watchables before we took off, including the second season of Foundation on Apple TV. I had mixed feelings about that, because I had hella mixed feelings about the first season.
I wasn’t a huge Asimov fanboi, butthurt about a faithless adaptation. I just didn’t think it was very good. I sort of liked Harry, and Salvor was badass. But after that I just didn’t care much about any of them.
Between pastries for breakfast and pasta for lunch I wasn’t sure how Italians hit their protein goals each day — until I ordered the platter at the jazz bar down the street from us last night.
Thanks to everyone who wrote back to say how much they were enjoying or looking forward to the whole Axis of Time story kicking off again. It shouldn’t affect me after so many years. I’m a hard bitten, two fisted writing machine damn it.
One thing I realised quickly was how many people on this list had no idea there were a bunch of novellas sitting between Axis of Time and World War 3.1.
I had a realisation in Paris; sit down to eat in a cafe, or a restaurant, and you’re not just paying for the food and the labour that went into it, you’re also paying for the physical space in which you eat. I sort of knew this already. It’s the same everywhere.
It’s been a while since Manning Pope punched the Big Red Button that tore a honking great hole in the fabric of spacetime and dropped a massively overpowered aircraft carrier battle group from the future back into the Second World War.
Long enough that that imagined future is now in our actual past.
We’re on our way to Turin for the next week. I has been meaning to write a column on the train but the train was canceled by a landslide.
We booked a couple of bus tickets - the best we could get. Currently standing in the aisle on an overbooked shit box run by Bulgaria’s second worst bus line
The back half of the bus seems to be a mobile home for some sort of extended Turkish crime family
Pulled into an American bar in Lyon for a martini last night and was delighted to find a chili dog waiting to mop up the hard liquor. Went well together. Very well.
Apologies for not posting. Too busy eating. Right now I’m in Paris, so mostly eating pastries and butter. Last week we were in Saigon, which also has pastries, but a more challenging array of proteins. One wet market I passed through featured live, skinned toads.
Had a walk over to The Continental yesterday to tick off a small bucket list item: a cocktail at the favored watering hole of spies and war correspondents alike during the Vietnam War. Or as they call it around these parts, the American War.