Sioux City, Iowa.

We made the five hour trip from Washington this morning. It's kind of surreal being in Sioux City again. I've lived here for seven years, but suddenly, I don't have a home here. When Yuka & I arrived, we didn't have anywhere to go. So we ran errands: picked up my held mail, forwarded my future mail (word of advice, if you move to another town and don't know your address, forward it to "General Delivery" of the main post office of that town--you can cancel that forward once you get a place). Went to the bank, Yuka stopped at an import clothes shop Azapaza...we still didn't really have anywhere to go. People are still at work, so we came to the library. Once again, the refuge of refugees. I love the library.

I saw The Triplets of Belleville last night. This is one of the coolest movies I've seen in a long time. As a bonus, the music is great.

One of my new favorite movie characters is the waiter:

I heard that some classic 1957 Bethlehem Records albums are being reissued. Duke Ellington, John Coltrane, and Charlie Mingus albums. They're on sale at Shout Factory. My three favorite jazz musicians. Sweet on! (Did Mingus ever record with Coltrane? Could someone tell me?)

Nicholas Kristof of the New York Times is a role model for me. He comptemplates the WiFi pioneers of Oregon.

In other news, Yuka is UPSing some boxes to Oregon. We don't know how to get the 10 boxes from the Morningside College Alumni House to the UPS terminal because my car is already full. We have to do it before 5 p.m.

I'm supposed to go out with Nick Wingert and Noum Vohanh tonight. It's my last night in town for awhile. Two good guys to rap things up with, for the time being.

Gotta send those boxes.