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Day eighty three.
Day eighty three.
Day sixty six.
Day fifty nine.
Day twenty nine.
Day twenty six.
I’m going to Japan!
Thank you, Europe. Next stop, America.
Boston to Austin to Baltimore to San Diego.
Three days in Munich.
Divide and take over.
Three cities in two weeks.
San Francisco, California; Chicago, Illinois.
Philadelphia, Pennsylvania; Atlanta, Georgia; Tucson, Arizona.
Calvert County, Maryland.
A modest proposal for long-distance air travel.
My answer to a deceptively simple-sounding question.
Thanks to Smashing Magazine, I had the chance to revisit my old haunts.
May: The Netherlands, Belgium, and Canada. June: nothing. July: Barcelona and Austin.
I left my Event Apart in San Francisco.
Reading in the sky.
Missing Grant McLennan.
My travel report.
For all the faults with its digital books, this little device is proving its worth.
Brighton to Illinois to Texas to Florida to Oregon to Washington to Brighton.
Care to place a wager?
From the lowlands of Holland to the coast of California.
Keynoting at Drupalcon.
Aural synchronicity on the journey to Londinium.
You kind of had to not be there.
It’s that time of year again.
One Friday in September.
I’m mobile. Fly me.
Speaking and travelling.
Adventures in the land of the rising sun.
I’m going to Japan.
Podcasts make train journeys bearable.
Brighton to Nashville to San Francisco.
The land of the midnight sun.
North to Alaska.
How Erin and Peter saved South by Southwest.
One week in Thailand.
I’m off to San Francisco. Again.
The year in (p)review.
I had a blast… as always.
In San Francisco.
The biggest small town in the West.
I’m going to San Francisco.
My movements in a year.
It’s time for me to expand my Australian horizons.
I’m taking a trip down memory lane, Freiburg, Germany via Basel, Switzerland.