New Year's is like Lyme Disease!

you may ask, what the hell is Troublonia?

i suppose i should make a little FAQ about it eventually, but for now, i offer you this explaination:

madhavi and i have this joke about traveling. one always ends up in Troublonia. no matter where you are heading, you'll have to detour through it. Troublonia is lovely little place where they eat sand with giardia on top and the sandwitch meat -- trobologna -- is green, but not by design. the police are corrupt and your bus is invariably cancelled and the currency is computed in base seven and all the toilets are backed up.

all of them.

and the mosquitos! right by your ear buzzing all night except for the one which is feasting on your inner thigh.

on the other side of Troublonia is where you want to go. a place to sling your hammock and listen to the waves roll in. that's why you bother with Troublonia.

well. we were in bed and probably drunk when we made it up. it just stuck in our imaginations, probably because we frequently end up in Troublonia and when you're there, you might as well laugh about it.

so why is this blog Troublonia? because it's the place where i work out my thoughts in the hopes of making it through to the relaxing place on the other side.

i also just like the name Troublonia and madhavi suggested it when i was renaming the blog. it's better than Glob at least!

in other news, ronan called me again this morning. ronan is one year old. he called at 9:30 on new year's day. he pushed a bunch of buttons over the course of a minute or two and then, i swear, he said, "hi." then he hung up.

we did not get out of bed.