While Soros explains to his Aljazeera interviewer that any blog site is a media site rather than a technology site [I have the odd feeling that this is significant] I try to make sense of my very bizarre dreams about scientists and salami. Maybe the dreams were triggered by the wonderful Italian food that we had last night at Don Vito’s and watching the Discovery channel for too many hours.
It rained most of the day. It reminded me of those rained out Sundays that make you want to snuggle up with a book in a chair by the window. In my case that book is my Kindle with its collection of books to choose from. If I am not in the mood for one I can simply toggle to another.
My colleagues moved out of the fancy Sheraton and into my more reasonably priced hotel with its much larger rooms, big balconies, free internet and breakfast. It’s easier now; we were able to meet as a team without need for taxis, and divided the workload for the next three days.
Pierre-Marie got the top level apartment with its newly installment Jacuzzi tub and the 45 feet terrace; I am one floor below, with two balconies and a regular bathtub; the same kind of room as Liz, one floor further down. This represents exactly our places in the MSH hierarchy.
Through facebook I discovered that my longtime friend Anne was also on mission in Addis. We met for dinner and caught up on news about families and work. Later in the evening I noticed another friend coming this way. What’d I do without facebook?
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