Monthly Archives: February 2020

Bob beats Michaella to breakfast. Orders pancakes. Arrive with bacon! But Michaella’s revenge is real. Everything tastes like garlic. Sad Bob. Keith has had so many American Breakfasts he is eligible for a Green Card. Slow morning as students wake … Continue reading →

Bob beats Michaella to breakfast. Achieves bacon heaven. Life is good. For Bob. Keith and Bob to College for 9:00 music tech meeting. Vicious security chicken still at hotel guard house. Vicious I tell you. Interesting discussion talking about UBC … Continue reading →

Scrambled eggs, toast, potatoes. Bob unwilling to forgive Lucy for sending pancakes back because they included bacon. Coffee stabilizes things. Stroll to College for sound checks. Yes, there is sound. Check. Manage to tape absolutely everything down. Note to self: … Continue reading →

Bob gives up on pancakes. Salad, potatoes, toast. Coffee. Necessary. Due to lack of bacon Bob has started stealing Keith’s powdered coffee. From freeway overpass see dozen workers riding open flatbed. Merging onto freeway. They wave, students wave. Bob says, … Continue reading →

More breakfasts. Pancakes rule. Michaella must have arrived at 6. No bacon again. B,K,D leave early to set up equipment in hall. No equipment to set up. Things gradually arrive. Day spent running and re-running pieces. Code fixes, choreography fixes. … Continue reading →

Hi Lucy’s dad, sorry we didn’t mention you before. Olivia, Jon, Cindy, Lucy

Day 9 -B Another race to restaurant. Michaella eats all the bacon. Again. Sigh. Settle for pancakes sans bacon. Travel is so broadening. Most people make it over to the College by 9 for more coding. Refining patches, refinding samples. … Continue reading →

Sleep-in morning: doesn’t work, get up at 6:50. Sigh. Manage to order pancakes. Michaella has eaten all the bacon, so am forced to accept sausages. Do laundry and admin. Seems to be the same. Group heads to 3D Museum at … Continue reading →

Saturday morning, another early day. 8:30 in lobby to count noses. Pack into two vans for trip to Intramuros and Fort Santiago. One hour of close inspection of Manila traffic. Bumpers, motorcycles, jeepneys, pedestrians all play chicken. Seems to work. … Continue reading →

Once more unto the breach. Not the beach. Breakfast options are changing. Guard rack added to the toaster. Abundance of caution or are students jamming too much bread into it? Perhaps insurance policy is failing. Previous night Keith suggests meeting … Continue reading →