You know the night's magic, seems to whisper & hush // And all the soft moonlight, seems to shine in your blush

"I'm taking my portable copy of the Constitution...and the Declaration of Independence, along with a picture of Abraham Lincoln" said Nick between doses of vodka and orange juice. Bound for flight to China in just short of 9 hours, "and maybe a picture of the guy and the tank at Tiananmen Square...though probably not as I might want to spend a little time not in prison."

Tonight a proper sendoff was had in, where else, a semi-abandoned apartment complex in Pontiac Michigan for Nicholas J. Higgins , a Beijing rendezvous with his girlfriend (and yeah I'm not sure why I'm using myspace pages to reference them, I'm just going with it) who arrived at her internship at the China Daily a few months ahead of him, spending the whole of March and April together on the other side of the map.

It was a grand ceremony. I'm still not sure who owns this place, but it's basically a 4-5 story music studio/pad/unfinished tower in downtown. It was nice, I got to see Dan again and talked for a most solid 30 minutes about the Star Wars and a feature film he is making called 'Dirty Trousers' and also drinking his Sparks red bull-ish/alcohol drink that I am almost as convinced of as he is will certainly sweep the world over.

Then suddenly we are on the roof together with 6 others and following someone across and through a window to an abandoned theatre. And there it is, a simply huge/barely lit theatre in the early stages of renovation. As we illuminated our cell phone torches, we scattered about walking down the aisles, climbing onto and below the stage and up into the balcony. Dan swore he accidentally dropped his 1980's-esque aviators down to the floor below, so we spent good time searching about/testing possible hypotheses of just what object perhaps fell (i.e. throwing a screw and also an empty box of camel lights up into the air and gauging their sound at impact to the original sound), finally agreeing in the balcony that it was, in fact, a rather sizable wingnut. The place felt so haunted. I would turn my cell phone light out occasionally and just wait for some sort of dark specter to swallow me up like in that book 'House of Leaves'.

I like running and then sliding around in the road when it is icy. It's like you are surfing or sliding in like Fred Astaire dancing in the moonlight.