Moblogging and Emogaming at Schipol

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Does this qualify as 'moblogging'? Or even 'imoblogging' or (shudder) 'emoblogging'? I'm writing this at Schipol Airport outside Amsterdam, about to board my flight for Tokyo. Amongst my e mail is a message from Russia asking for an electronic reading of a Tchaikovsky piece for a compilation on a label from the Ural Mountains, confirmation that I will in fact be playing two shows in Hong Kong (September 2nd and 3rd), and a note from Rob from Mixel Pixel telling me that their excellent and fun cover version of 'What Are You Wearing' is now available for download from their website, free of charge:

What Are You Wearing? (9.5 MB)

Rob also recommends the anti-Bush online video game (it's an 'emogame', apparently) Bushgame, saying 'It's the best thing I've seen on the internet in maybe forever! Gotta go - my girlfriend is in the next room fighting toxic Dick Cheney with Howard Stern. This I have to see.' Ah, it's Flash! Maybe I can play this all the way to Tokyo. Or maybe instead I'll be reading every last article in The Wire, New Scientist, International Herald Tribune, Society Guardian, Architect's Association Project Review Guide, Vice and 0fr magazine (the contents of my bag). Maybe I'll make a start on the Index article I'm writing about the Paris music scene. Most likely, though, I'll be gazing down at the rock and river formations of Siberia, daydreaming at my rear window for ten hours.

Okay, off to the gate.

Comments

Time Travel?

[(Anonymous)]

Interesting ... Seems that the entry titled "Tokyo Freespot"
was written after this one (from Schipol). It looks
like the blog knows your local time.

Mixel Pixel's "What are you wearing" is fun.
Lyrics as clearly audible as the Momus version but
with a slightly jaded sounding female voice. A major blast
of late 1990's nostalgia.
(Though it's unlikely I heard the original any earlier than 2001).

- M

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I'm in Tokyo, and there's a rumbly, sensual storm passing overhead! The five o'clock music just played. (That's tinkly, eerie, lovely music played at 5pm to tell people to go home. It's different in every district.)