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My two special friends Bess and Moe.

I snapped this photo with my new Canon SD990IS digital camera. I love it.

With me going off to Europe in about two weeks, I decided a couple of things needed to happen.

First, I purchased a new digital camera - a Canon Powershot SD990is. I probably picked this model because Maria Sharapova is still hot. Or because some Interweb goons gave it some good reviews. Either way, the camera is on the way, so I’m watching for the UPS man.

Second, as you can see, I’ve rehashed my blog a bit. It was time for a change. I really, really, really want to be better about using it (I’ve said that before, I know). I received quite a bit of flack from friends and family for not posting pictures from my last trip to Europe in 2006. Alright, my bad. I’ll work on fixing that up. Maybe.

A desolate fog looms over the city tonight, casting an eerie, sinister shadow across the landscape. The tallest buildings are completely hidden from view. Even the shorter buildings slide up into the gray sky. All that remains is the dull radiating golden glow from the lights that decorate their façade.

Deep beneath the cold, murky streets in a dingy, hollowed space, the subway train grinds slowly to a halt. Steam hisses from the pipes above and the warm air licks my skin in a sticky, moist sort of way. The platform is crowded with people scampering their way home., and when the doors of the train open, the migrant masses exchange silently in and out of the subterranean steel vessel.

“Clink-a-ta-clunk. Clink-a-ta-clunk.” The train moves rhythmically through the tunnels, stopping every often to pick up or let off a few passengers. No one speaks, and most of the faces around me stare blankly through the windows of the train, watching the tunnel lights flash by us. The air in the tunnels carries a tensity I have not felt before, but it feels uncomfortably familiar. The train presses relentlessly onward towards our destination.

All this have I thought on my way home.