American Southwest (wish’t I could say precisely where!), from aloft.
What I did today: headed Eastward on a plane. BlogHer ’12 is nigh, is all’s I can say.
I wish I could tell you how many times I listened to Philip Glass’ 9th Symphony on the flight (it was on autorepeat through the plane’s sound system). But it was a trans-contintental trip, so I think I heard it at least twice. You know, that or 14 times. One or the other.