22 April 2008


I'm getting a Russian visa to spend 12 hours on June 1st in Moscow. The application for the visa was more intense than my last job interview. They wanted a heap load of information. I gave them the unvarnished truth. Don't tell my parents that they Russians are probably doing background checks on them.

All this to eat a hamburger in Red Square.

There's also some likelihood that I am going to see Robert Kurtz in Madrid, in all his Spanish glory. Watch me annoy him with my poorly remembered, annoying Spanish.